[Reborn fic] Redrawn Together 1/?
i haven't exactly read any Reborn genderswitch fics yet, but i'm sure they exist and i'm sure they are awesome. i just had to pitch in my contribution :3
credits! this was inspired by beanclam's lovely, lovely genderswitch art [1] [2]. whether she reads this or not, this is my crappy way of telling her she's awesome ♥
also, i needed to write something light and crack-filled after Chrome in Five XD;
Redrawn Together
Part 1
Tsuna woke to the sound of her alarm, and got ready for another bad day.
Wait.
She did a double-take as she passed by the mirror. What? She slammed her palms on the wall, peering closer at what the mirror was telling her.
WHAT?!
She felt them. She felt them again. Yes, they were attached to her chest. Yes, they were real.
And down there...
She hyperventilated for a bit, before she actually started to panic.
REBORN WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? she wanted to say into thin air. EXPLAIN THIS. WAS I STRUCK BY THE GENDERBENDER BULLET OR SOMETHING??
But all she could do was scream as she ran out her room and down the stairs, looking for a certain baby mafia hitman.
What she found instead was her dad.
"Good morning, Tsuna-chan," said her "dad" - who was not the dad she remembered having at all, but... how should she say this. He was a guy-type version of her mom, Nana.
That was when Tsuna realized her whole world had been turned upside-down.
Her father was slim and pretty (as a man could be) and completely calm while his son-no-DAUGHTER-DAMMIT sped from one room to another, looking for somebody who wasn't there. He was also wearing an apron and humming while flipping omelettes.
"MOM!" Tsuna cried. Then she caught herself. "I mean - Dad. I mean - "
"Have some breakfast before you start using up your day's energy limit, Tsuna-chan," he brought over two platefuls of omelettes and rice to the dining table. Interestingly, he gave Tsuna a large serving, much like the real Nana did, back when -
Back when he was a boy.
"Reborn," Tsuna tried to say without stammering. "Have you seen him, please?"
Dad flashed her a sunny smile. "Reborn? Is that a pet of yours? I haven't seen anything like that around..."
"No no he's ah - " Man, did Dad look clueless. Tsuna tried her best to adjust to this alternate reality for his sake. "He's a friend of mine. From school. He's been - " As close to the truth as possible without jarring her brain, now: "he's been helping me with my studies..."
To Tsuna's surprise, Dad's face darkened.
"Tsuna-chan, you better not be bringing boys home when I'm away at work."
"WHY WOULD I BRING BOYS HOME. I'M A BOY!!"
That didn't come out right. That didn't go over so well, either. From looking slightly peeved, Dad started to look slightly horrified.
"Tsuna-chan," he began again awkwardly, "I have to go to work and I am really, really hoping we won't have to have this 'my daughter is a lesbian' talk over breakfast..."
"Dad. PLEASE. I'm not a lesbian. I don't mean it either about being a boy. I mean - "
The frustration was too much. She was about to start crying. Oddly enough she had no problem with this back when she was a boy, but crying in front of her dad over something as unexplainable as this was really not a thought she relished.
Ever the warm parent, Dad walked over to Tsuna and wrapped his arms around her, brushed her mousy-brown hair with his large but gentle hands.
"Listen. You sound like you had a bad dream. But it's over now. Daddy's here." He kissed her forehead. "Let's have breakfast, all right? Then I'll go to work, and you'll go to school, and everything will be okay."
"Okay..." She let him sit her down. Now that she was calmer, it all started feeling normal. This dining room, this body, this place, this father's smile... they all started to feel familiar.
Familiar, but not comfortable.
At any rate, Dad's kickass omelettes were not such a bad start to such a freaky day.
I'mdreamingI'mdreamingI'mdreaming...
Tsuna had to walk to school, as usual. The people she walked past must have noticed the cloud of gloom hanging over her head, because it sure felt like it wasn't going away anytime soon.
I'mdreamingyesthat'sit, I'mdreamingandit'stimetowakeup. Now. Wakeupnow. Onetwothree -
"TEEEEENTH!"
Oh no. Oh shit. She tried walking faster.
"TEEEEENTH! WAIT UUUUPPP!"
But the foreigner girl yelling at him had legs right up to her neck and she caught up with Tsuna easily. She was wearing the same Namimori girl's middle school uniform that Tsuna did... and when she ran in that haphazard, decidedly shameless manner, her skirt blew up and passers-by stared.
(Perhaps at her bare, white thighs, perhaps at the small dynamite belts strapped to her bare, white thighs.)
Shock of silver hair stopped in front of Tsuna and bowed low. Real low. You could see down her blouse low.
"Good morning, Tenth!" she said loudly. "Fancy coming across you so early! Let's walk to school together!"
"Gokudera-k - " Wait. That would sound weird. You didn't "-kun" another girl, did you? But he wasn't sure what else to call her, he was too used to it.
"Te~nth, what's with the last names?" She pouted and she whined much like - well, much like guy-type Gokudera did. "I told you to call me Haya-chan, remember? Ha. Ya. Chan." With a conspiratorial wink and the finger-wagging oh God she was cute.
"Haya," Tsuna ventured, "like the fish?"[1]
"Exactly!" Massive grin. "So we can be 'Tuna' and 'Minnow' - get it?" She hooked her arm around Tsuna's - pretty much the first time a girl had ever done that, in or out of dreams, so Tsuna felt it was safe to say Gokudera took his hooking-arms-with-a(nother)-girl virginity. "I hate 'Hyatt' anyway. It's such a pansy name."
"Haiat...to?"[2] A question mark appeared above Tsuna's head.
"Hyatt," the pretty girl with the pretty hair pronounced carefully. "Like the fucking hotel." Now there was the Gokudera that Tsuna recognized.
Haya-chan detached herself from Tsuna's for a second to light a cigarette. "It'll be our private name game," she said around the stick in her mouth. "Like an exclusive code. Of course you're the big fish, 'cause you're the Vongola Tenth and everything. I'm happy being the little fish as long as - "
"Tsuna-cha~n!" a not-so-familiar voice piped in from a distance. "Haya-chan! Good morning!"
"Geez..." Gokudera clung to Tsuna again. She realized it was a bad idea to detach herself from the Tenth in the first place.
By the glare Haya-chan gave the newcomer, Tsuna could guess who it was. And there we go: that bright smile and confident, easygoing stance, the tall schoolgirl walking up to them unhurriedly could only be -
"Buzz off, Yamamoto." Gokudera clung tighter to Tsuna's arm. It would be painful, Tsuna realized, if only her arm wasn't cushioned by Haya-chan's boobs. "Don't you have sushi to deliver or something?"
Girl-type Takeshi grinned. "After school, maybe. Haya-chan can come and help me if she likes." Tsuna noted: there would be so much innuendo in that if it weren't Yamamoto talking. And if it wasn't Gokudera giving her the finger for it.
"Walk to school with us, Yamamoto?" Pleasepleaseplease? she wanted to add. But Yamamoto was already laughing. It was surprisingly ladylike, that wide open laugh; it sounded like rain.
Curiously, girl-type Yamamoto was not so much pretty as she was - handsome. She had this mature look about her that went away only when she was laughing or cracking a joke. Otherwise she was the kind of person one would call "senpai" or "oneesan" without a second thought. Of course, her legs were nice too.
"Tsuna-chan, what's the matter with you? Takki is fine!" She slung an arm around Tsuna's shoulder, earning a snarl from Gokudera who was still attached to the other side of Tsuna. But the three of them started walking together like that anyway. "We're failure buddies, right?"
"Speak for yourself, loser," Gokudera grumbled.
"Aww, who was it again who almost drowned in swimming class?" Yamamoto ruffled Gokudera's hair, and it seemed for a moment like Gokudera was going to bite her hand off. At least that got her to leave Tsuna alone for a minute so she could give Yamamoto an annoyed but painless shove, which was cheerfully returned.
Tsuna was actually comforted by this. The two of them were behaving just like they would in real life. If this was a nightmare, this must be the best part of it. They weren't going to let anything truly bad happen to her.
But if the first hours of the day felt uncomfortable, the first hours of school felt REALLY uncomfortable.
REALLY.
Wearing a skirt in public was bad enough, but being stared at while flanked by two pretty friends (also in skirts) was the icing on the cake. Gokudera looked down her nose as she walked, pretending she didn't notice the admiring stares. Yamamoto was now and then hailing somebody she knew, waving and making promises ("See ya at the club later!" or "Sure, drop by after History and I'll see what I can do!") to random people who should have carried over from memory, but whom Tsuna didn't recognize at all. The Namimori uniforms were the same, but she might as well have been in another campus.
Oh look. We're the hottest girls in school.
Correction, she said to herself: she was WITH the hottest girls in school. Tsuna felt like she got stares on the rebound, because honestly, why would anyone want to look at her when -
"People started staring at you as soon you walked in, Tsuna-chan," Yamamoto announced in a whisper.
"Of course they did," Gokudera sniffed. "That's because the Tenth is awesome."
"Ehh?" Tsuna cried. "Awesome? Me?"
"Sure," Yamamoto answered, puzzled. "I mean - sweeping the awards for the district-level judo tournament in your underwear? That was awesome."
"And the time you saved that stupid kid who was about to jump from the roof? Oh wait, that was you." Gokudera's glance over at Yamamoto was mocking. Yamamoto only rolled her eyes.
"Guys, you know..." Tsuna rubbed the back of her neck. "I don't know how to tell you this, but - well, to be honest, I don't remember any of it."
"Huh?" The cigarette fell from Gokudera's lower lip in her surprise. They all stopped walking so she could light another one. "Tenth - what do you mean, you don't remember any of it?" Her shokku and confusion were reflected on Yamamoto's face.
"Saving Yamamoto? I mean - Takki. And winning a judo match in my - my underwear? I don't remember that. I mean, I DO, but - but it's different." She let out all the breath in her lungs and rubbed her forehead. "Today's just been really weird. Like everything that's ever happened to me - to us, to all of us - has been one big bad dream..."
"Hold up," Yamamoto warned. "Someone's coming."
Through sheer instinct Gokudera leapt to a defensive pose in front of Tsuna, but Yamamoto was already flashing the approaching someone (someones, rather) a welcoming smile. "Good morning, Kyou-kun, Haru-kun," she greeted.
Tsuna's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. KYOU-KUN? HARU-KUN? She was almost afraid to turn around so she could see -
"Morning, Takki," the boy named Haru greeted right back. "Tsuna-chan!" he said with a happy smile aimed directly at Tsuna, a smile that said "God I LOVE this school."
Pants. Haru-chan in pants. And a vest. And NO BREASTS. This was a travesty. In fact this was a downright sin.
...Although he didn't look too bad. In fact, he looked cute, Tsuna had to concede. He probably had tons of girls swooning over him in Midori middle school. The uniform of which he was wearing, by the way - if there would actually BE any boys in Midori middle school, that is. There is noticeable lack of skirtage, but the color scheme is the same.
"What brought you all the way out here, Haru-kun?" Yamamoto asked.
"Well, a friend needed help." He lightly elbowed the boy beside him. "I hope you girls have a minute? This friend just wants to say something."
"Say it then, don't waste our time," Gokudera snapped.
"Uh..." the boy beside Haru said. "Er... that is..."
Ohhh man. If Haru was cute, the boy beside Haru was a real looker. Blushing and all, he really looked rather sweet, with large guileless eyes and colored hair that naturally framed his face. He looked like a pop star. A pop star at a loss for words.
Tsuna knew who he was supposed to be at once, of course.
Guy-type Kyoko isn't too bad.
I could go for guys who look like that.
...
WHATAMITHINKINGNO.
"Um..." Kyou sighed and shook his head. "N-never mind. I'll see you girls in class, all right?"
And before Tsuna could say anything, Kyou was already striding off. Haru flashed her another brilliant love-me smile before waving and dashing off after his friend.
"Hmm. That was pointless." Gokudera clapped her hands once, as if to end the matter. "So! Tenth! What are we going to do today? Are we hanging out anywhere after class or anything?"
"I hear there's a new baseball practice cage opening downtown - "
"Oh my God. You and your baseball, please to get married and leave us alone. The Tenth and I are going to the new bookshop near Makudo this afternoon to check out some books on the mafia. Right, Tenth?"
"Eh, that mafia game again," Yamamoto mused. "You're reading up on it? Aren't you taking it just a bit too seriously?"
"GAME? IT'S NOT A GAME. WHAT MADE YOU THINK IT WAS A GAME, BASEBALL BRAIN?"[3]
While Gokudera fumed and Yamamoto tried to take back what she said, Tsuna watched Haru and Kyoko - no, it's Kyou now - fade from her sight. Haru wouldn't have gone all the way to their school so early in the morning for nothing. Kyou must have wanted to say something important.
What could it be?
(tbc)
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[1] - 鮠
[2] - ハイアット, katakana for Hyatt. yes, i googled this up XD;
[3] - no i do not know if girls in middle high in japan can play baseball. it's not important to the story, but i'd still love to know?
PS: THE PRONOUNS CONFUSE ME. DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN AND WHY.
credits! this was inspired by beanclam's lovely, lovely genderswitch art [1] [2]. whether she reads this or not, this is my crappy way of telling her she's awesome ♥
also, i needed to write something light and crack-filled after Chrome in Five XD;
Redrawn Together
Part 1
Tsuna woke to the sound of her alarm, and got ready for another bad day.
Wait.
She did a double-take as she passed by the mirror. What? She slammed her palms on the wall, peering closer at what the mirror was telling her.
WHAT?!
She felt them. She felt them again. Yes, they were attached to her chest. Yes, they were real.
And down there...
She hyperventilated for a bit, before she actually started to panic.
REBORN WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? she wanted to say into thin air. EXPLAIN THIS. WAS I STRUCK BY THE GENDERBENDER BULLET OR SOMETHING??
But all she could do was scream as she ran out her room and down the stairs, looking for a certain baby mafia hitman.
What she found instead was her dad.
"Good morning, Tsuna-chan," said her "dad" - who was not the dad she remembered having at all, but... how should she say this. He was a guy-type version of her mom, Nana.
That was when Tsuna realized her whole world had been turned upside-down.
Her father was slim and pretty (as a man could be) and completely calm while his son-no-DAUGHTER-DAMMIT sped from one room to another, looking for somebody who wasn't there. He was also wearing an apron and humming while flipping omelettes.
"MOM!" Tsuna cried. Then she caught herself. "I mean - Dad. I mean - "
"Have some breakfast before you start using up your day's energy limit, Tsuna-chan," he brought over two platefuls of omelettes and rice to the dining table. Interestingly, he gave Tsuna a large serving, much like the real Nana did, back when -
Back when he was a boy.
"Reborn," Tsuna tried to say without stammering. "Have you seen him, please?"
Dad flashed her a sunny smile. "Reborn? Is that a pet of yours? I haven't seen anything like that around..."
"No no he's ah - " Man, did Dad look clueless. Tsuna tried her best to adjust to this alternate reality for his sake. "He's a friend of mine. From school. He's been - " As close to the truth as possible without jarring her brain, now: "he's been helping me with my studies..."
To Tsuna's surprise, Dad's face darkened.
"Tsuna-chan, you better not be bringing boys home when I'm away at work."
"WHY WOULD I BRING BOYS HOME. I'M A BOY!!"
That didn't come out right. That didn't go over so well, either. From looking slightly peeved, Dad started to look slightly horrified.
"Tsuna-chan," he began again awkwardly, "I have to go to work and I am really, really hoping we won't have to have this 'my daughter is a lesbian' talk over breakfast..."
"Dad. PLEASE. I'm not a lesbian. I don't mean it either about being a boy. I mean - "
The frustration was too much. She was about to start crying. Oddly enough she had no problem with this back when she was a boy, but crying in front of her dad over something as unexplainable as this was really not a thought she relished.
Ever the warm parent, Dad walked over to Tsuna and wrapped his arms around her, brushed her mousy-brown hair with his large but gentle hands.
"Listen. You sound like you had a bad dream. But it's over now. Daddy's here." He kissed her forehead. "Let's have breakfast, all right? Then I'll go to work, and you'll go to school, and everything will be okay."
"Okay..." She let him sit her down. Now that she was calmer, it all started feeling normal. This dining room, this body, this place, this father's smile... they all started to feel familiar.
Familiar, but not comfortable.
At any rate, Dad's kickass omelettes were not such a bad start to such a freaky day.
I'mdreamingI'mdreamingI'mdreaming...
Tsuna had to walk to school, as usual. The people she walked past must have noticed the cloud of gloom hanging over her head, because it sure felt like it wasn't going away anytime soon.
I'mdreamingyesthat'sit, I'mdreamingandit'stimetowakeup. Now. Wakeupnow. Onetwothree -
"TEEEEENTH!"
Oh no. Oh shit. She tried walking faster.
"TEEEEENTH! WAIT UUUUPPP!"
But the foreigner girl yelling at him had legs right up to her neck and she caught up with Tsuna easily. She was wearing the same Namimori girl's middle school uniform that Tsuna did... and when she ran in that haphazard, decidedly shameless manner, her skirt blew up and passers-by stared.
(Perhaps at her bare, white thighs, perhaps at the small dynamite belts strapped to her bare, white thighs.)
Shock of silver hair stopped in front of Tsuna and bowed low. Real low. You could see down her blouse low.
"Good morning, Tenth!" she said loudly. "Fancy coming across you so early! Let's walk to school together!"
"Gokudera-k - " Wait. That would sound weird. You didn't "-kun" another girl, did you? But he wasn't sure what else to call her, he was too used to it.
"Te~nth, what's with the last names?" She pouted and she whined much like - well, much like guy-type Gokudera did. "I told you to call me Haya-chan, remember? Ha. Ya. Chan." With a conspiratorial wink and the finger-wagging oh God she was cute.
"Haya," Tsuna ventured, "like the fish?"[1]
"Exactly!" Massive grin. "So we can be 'Tuna' and 'Minnow' - get it?" She hooked her arm around Tsuna's - pretty much the first time a girl had ever done that, in or out of dreams, so Tsuna felt it was safe to say Gokudera took his hooking-arms-with-a(nother)-girl virginity. "I hate 'Hyatt' anyway. It's such a pansy name."
"Haiat...to?"[2] A question mark appeared above Tsuna's head.
"Hyatt," the pretty girl with the pretty hair pronounced carefully. "Like the fucking hotel." Now there was the Gokudera that Tsuna recognized.
Haya-chan detached herself from Tsuna's for a second to light a cigarette. "It'll be our private name game," she said around the stick in her mouth. "Like an exclusive code. Of course you're the big fish, 'cause you're the Vongola Tenth and everything. I'm happy being the little fish as long as - "
"Tsuna-cha~n!" a not-so-familiar voice piped in from a distance. "Haya-chan! Good morning!"
"Geez..." Gokudera clung to Tsuna again. She realized it was a bad idea to detach herself from the Tenth in the first place.
By the glare Haya-chan gave the newcomer, Tsuna could guess who it was. And there we go: that bright smile and confident, easygoing stance, the tall schoolgirl walking up to them unhurriedly could only be -
"Buzz off, Yamamoto." Gokudera clung tighter to Tsuna's arm. It would be painful, Tsuna realized, if only her arm wasn't cushioned by Haya-chan's boobs. "Don't you have sushi to deliver or something?"
Girl-type Takeshi grinned. "After school, maybe. Haya-chan can come and help me if she likes." Tsuna noted: there would be so much innuendo in that if it weren't Yamamoto talking. And if it wasn't Gokudera giving her the finger for it.
"Walk to school with us, Yamamoto?" Pleasepleaseplease? she wanted to add. But Yamamoto was already laughing. It was surprisingly ladylike, that wide open laugh; it sounded like rain.
Curiously, girl-type Yamamoto was not so much pretty as she was - handsome. She had this mature look about her that went away only when she was laughing or cracking a joke. Otherwise she was the kind of person one would call "senpai" or "oneesan" without a second thought. Of course, her legs were nice too.
"Tsuna-chan, what's the matter with you? Takki is fine!" She slung an arm around Tsuna's shoulder, earning a snarl from Gokudera who was still attached to the other side of Tsuna. But the three of them started walking together like that anyway. "We're failure buddies, right?"
"Speak for yourself, loser," Gokudera grumbled.
"Aww, who was it again who almost drowned in swimming class?" Yamamoto ruffled Gokudera's hair, and it seemed for a moment like Gokudera was going to bite her hand off. At least that got her to leave Tsuna alone for a minute so she could give Yamamoto an annoyed but painless shove, which was cheerfully returned.
Tsuna was actually comforted by this. The two of them were behaving just like they would in real life. If this was a nightmare, this must be the best part of it. They weren't going to let anything truly bad happen to her.
But if the first hours of the day felt uncomfortable, the first hours of school felt REALLY uncomfortable.
REALLY.
Wearing a skirt in public was bad enough, but being stared at while flanked by two pretty friends (also in skirts) was the icing on the cake. Gokudera looked down her nose as she walked, pretending she didn't notice the admiring stares. Yamamoto was now and then hailing somebody she knew, waving and making promises ("See ya at the club later!" or "Sure, drop by after History and I'll see what I can do!") to random people who should have carried over from memory, but whom Tsuna didn't recognize at all. The Namimori uniforms were the same, but she might as well have been in another campus.
Oh look. We're the hottest girls in school.
Correction, she said to herself: she was WITH the hottest girls in school. Tsuna felt like she got stares on the rebound, because honestly, why would anyone want to look at her when -
"People started staring at you as soon you walked in, Tsuna-chan," Yamamoto announced in a whisper.
"Of course they did," Gokudera sniffed. "That's because the Tenth is awesome."
"Ehh?" Tsuna cried. "Awesome? Me?"
"Sure," Yamamoto answered, puzzled. "I mean - sweeping the awards for the district-level judo tournament in your underwear? That was awesome."
"And the time you saved that stupid kid who was about to jump from the roof? Oh wait, that was you." Gokudera's glance over at Yamamoto was mocking. Yamamoto only rolled her eyes.
"Guys, you know..." Tsuna rubbed the back of her neck. "I don't know how to tell you this, but - well, to be honest, I don't remember any of it."
"Huh?" The cigarette fell from Gokudera's lower lip in her surprise. They all stopped walking so she could light another one. "Tenth - what do you mean, you don't remember any of it?" Her shokku and confusion were reflected on Yamamoto's face.
"Saving Yamamoto? I mean - Takki. And winning a judo match in my - my underwear? I don't remember that. I mean, I DO, but - but it's different." She let out all the breath in her lungs and rubbed her forehead. "Today's just been really weird. Like everything that's ever happened to me - to us, to all of us - has been one big bad dream..."
"Hold up," Yamamoto warned. "Someone's coming."
Through sheer instinct Gokudera leapt to a defensive pose in front of Tsuna, but Yamamoto was already flashing the approaching someone (someones, rather) a welcoming smile. "Good morning, Kyou-kun, Haru-kun," she greeted.
Tsuna's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. KYOU-KUN? HARU-KUN? She was almost afraid to turn around so she could see -
"Morning, Takki," the boy named Haru greeted right back. "Tsuna-chan!" he said with a happy smile aimed directly at Tsuna, a smile that said "God I LOVE this school."
Pants. Haru-chan in pants. And a vest. And NO BREASTS. This was a travesty. In fact this was a downright sin.
...Although he didn't look too bad. In fact, he looked cute, Tsuna had to concede. He probably had tons of girls swooning over him in Midori middle school. The uniform of which he was wearing, by the way - if there would actually BE any boys in Midori middle school, that is. There is noticeable lack of skirtage, but the color scheme is the same.
"What brought you all the way out here, Haru-kun?" Yamamoto asked.
"Well, a friend needed help." He lightly elbowed the boy beside him. "I hope you girls have a minute? This friend just wants to say something."
"Say it then, don't waste our time," Gokudera snapped.
"Uh..." the boy beside Haru said. "Er... that is..."
Ohhh man. If Haru was cute, the boy beside Haru was a real looker. Blushing and all, he really looked rather sweet, with large guileless eyes and colored hair that naturally framed his face. He looked like a pop star. A pop star at a loss for words.
Tsuna knew who he was supposed to be at once, of course.
Guy-type Kyoko isn't too bad.
I could go for guys who look like that.
...
WHATAMITHINKINGNO.
"Um..." Kyou sighed and shook his head. "N-never mind. I'll see you girls in class, all right?"
And before Tsuna could say anything, Kyou was already striding off. Haru flashed her another brilliant love-me smile before waving and dashing off after his friend.
"Hmm. That was pointless." Gokudera clapped her hands once, as if to end the matter. "So! Tenth! What are we going to do today? Are we hanging out anywhere after class or anything?"
"I hear there's a new baseball practice cage opening downtown - "
"Oh my God. You and your baseball, please to get married and leave us alone. The Tenth and I are going to the new bookshop near Makudo this afternoon to check out some books on the mafia. Right, Tenth?"
"Eh, that mafia game again," Yamamoto mused. "You're reading up on it? Aren't you taking it just a bit too seriously?"
"GAME? IT'S NOT A GAME. WHAT MADE YOU THINK IT WAS A GAME, BASEBALL BRAIN?"[3]
While Gokudera fumed and Yamamoto tried to take back what she said, Tsuna watched Haru and Kyoko - no, it's Kyou now - fade from her sight. Haru wouldn't have gone all the way to their school so early in the morning for nothing. Kyou must have wanted to say something important.
What could it be?
(tbc)
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[1] - 鮠
[2] - ハイアット, katakana for Hyatt. yes, i googled this up XD;
[3] - no i do not know if girls in middle high in japan can play baseball. it's not important to the story, but i'd still love to know?
PS: THE PRONOUNS CONFUSE ME. DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN AND WHY.