Reborn fanfiction: Skilled Hands.
Rating - PG
Pairing - Gen
Warnings - Possible spamming of Ryohei's catchphrases and borderline non-con molestation XD And erm, it's been quite some time since I've written fanfiction, so yeah =/
Summary - In which Ryohei does good for the Namimori community with his mad massage skills.
Standard disclaimers apply.
Even in a group of sweaty,dirty males, it still took one to be a real, extreme man.
“ Indeed boys, once more, you have TAKEN IT TO THE LIMIT! Now’s your time for some EXTREME closing exercises.”
Members of the boxing clubs discreetly raised their eyebrows while wiping sweat off their foreheads. They did not know since when did their typically eccentric leader adopt this new training style. At first, it did sound ridiculous, what’s with the realization that there was such a thing as the opposite of warm-up exercises.
But it was only then, did these sweaty, dirty males, finally knew how the raw touch of a boxer felt like.
---
“ Ugh, this is really killing me,” Gokudera mumbled to himself, squeezing his left shoulder lightly for the umpteenth time.
“ Well, as they always said, an aching man is a grouchy man,” A familiar voice piped up out of the blue.
Gokudera was slightly alarmed to find Yamamoto suddenly by his side, but irritation instinctively took over alarm. “ Pfft, you and your non-existant famous quotes, baseball freak!”
He was about to pelt the other with more insults, which was when he noticed that Yamamoto was not alone.
“ Yeah, must be the season of muscle problems,” Tsuna commented.
Gokudera forced himself to restrain his stock of colourful curses and shot a glare at Yamamoto, along with a mental message, ‘ How dare you, you’re just probably using the Tenth as a shield!’, which judging from the unwavering of Yamamoto’s smile, was not transmitted properly.
“ Tenth!” As usual, Gokudera decided to simply ignore the ignorable one and only focused on his boss. “ It’s pretty late, why are you still here?”
“ Extra cleaning duties,” Tsuna sighed. “ Don’t ask.”
Gokudera was about to apologize for not helping him out sooner and inquire the names of those impudent fools who had possibly bullied him, when the ignorable one just butted in like that.
“ Man, coach is really tightening the screw,” Yamamoto abruptly changed the subject. “ It doesn’t sound logical, but I think I’m actually suffering from arm cramps. Sawada, you don’t look too hot either.”
Thinking it sounded like an insult, Gokudera was about to rebutt when Tsuna replied faster.
“ I don’t know what I did the other night, but it made Reborn hit me hard with some unidentified object, now the Earth feels shakey,” Tsuna explained his condition, frowning as if to emphasize his point.
“ Ouch,” Yamamoto grimaced. “ That must have hurt…not too long ago I took a blow from my cousin’s toy milk bottle. She was using it as a baseball bat, that cute thing.”
“ Tenth, if you want, I could massage you until you get better!” Once again, Gokudera seized the opportunity to offer his services.
Tsuna winced, either from the impending headache or the awkwardness of Gokudera’s offer, or maybe both. “ Ahh, that would be unneccessary, but thanks anyway, Gokudera-kun.”
“ Hey, that reminds me,” Yamamoto said before Gokudera could persuade some more. “ I heard that recently, Sasagawa officially included massage as part of his club’s training regime, something they do before ending club activitiy. It’s not a bad idea, actually. Why not ask him for help?”
Gokudera twitched. Who was the baseball freak to imply that he was inadequate for the Tenth? Alas, his intention to voice his opinion had to be interrupted by yet another extra character.
“ Yo, you better be talking about me in an EXTREME light here!”
---
“ Onii-san,” Tsuna casually greeted Kyoko’s older brother, subconsciously used to his unexpected appearances and behaviour.
“ Yo back, Sasagawa,” Yamamoto followed suit. “ We were just talking about your massage thing. Mind giving us a helping hand?”
“ All right, but with one condition,” Ryohei swiftly turned to Tsuna. “ Which is to have a PASSIONATE rematch with Sawada, when he’s back in top shape!”
Tsuna winced again, but he always did whenever Ryohei tries to get him involved in boxing, a moment in which passion was closer to intimidation. Unfortunately, Ryohei was totally oblivious to this.
“ Let me demonstrate,” Ryohei started, instantly assuming that Tsuna had given his consent. The boxer gestured to Yamamoto. “ So where’s the problem?”
Yamamoto outstretched his left arm. Ryohei positioned his fingers on a particular spot on the forearm and instead of giving an extremely powerful squeeze as expected of him, he applied pressure on that spot while tugging on it firmly.
After releasing it, Yamamoto shook his wrists, finding the tension to be unwound. “ Wow, this feels so much better!”
“ Unlike boxing, massage is not a matter about power, but also in EXTREME accuracy,” Ryohei explained. “ Now on to you, Sawada, you’re looking worser TO THE LIMIT with each passing second.”
With that, he used his middle and index finger to rub at two areas on Tsuna’s forehead, while pinching the bridge of the latter’s nose with his thumb and fourth finger. Gokudera’s mind immediately screamed “ Stop molesting the Tenth!”, but Tsuna appeared rather pleased with the treatment after all.
“ The headache is subsiding,” Tsuna could not help but smile as Ryohei withdrew.
“ Yosh!” Ryohei brought a fist to his palm, his gesture of victory. “ Then right here, right now, prepare yourself-”
“ Wait!” Yamamoto cut him short. “ You’ve forgotten about Gokudera.”
“ Huh, I don’t need any lousy massage,” Gokudera grumbled, though he must admit it did sound tempting, with the prolonged contraction of his shoulder joint.
“ You know, I think Octopus-head does need one. Come here.” Though Ryohei said that, he went over to Gokudera anyway and the first thing he did was not to touch him, but to flip his shirt up. In broad daylight.
“ Oy! I’m not someone who you can just strip-”
Ryohei performed like a trained masseuse. He used a technique unknown to the common man, driving his hand into the humps on Gokudera’s back and twisting it like a screwdriver. Gokudera thought he felt his backbone straightening, a simply pleasurable sensation.
“ Haha, Gokudera sounds like he’s making sex noises,” Yamamoto jokingly commented.
---
The next day, Ryohei decided to try something different. He planned to impart knowledge regarding massage on a wider scale, as though it did not exactly drive him to TAKE IT TO THE LIMIT, the positive effect it brought was equally EXTREME, as proven from yesterday.
Why not start off with enlightening more uptight non-gentlemen? He identified one on his toilet breaks, doing his business at a urinal with his head tilted at an odd angle.
Thinking that it must have been EXTREMELY inconvenient, Ryohei crept up to him, once making sure that he had been hygeinic and washed his hands.
“ Well, hope that this can finally get you to really loosen up!”
The creaking sound of a neck being twisted was the only warning to livelier bathroom activities.
---
But yes, it was easier for Hibari to deliver his own catchprase and proceed with his daily routine now.
Pairing - Gen
Warnings - Possible spamming of Ryohei's catchphrases and borderline non-con molestation XD And erm, it's been quite some time since I've written fanfiction, so yeah =/
Summary - In which Ryohei does good for the Namimori community with his mad massage skills.
Standard disclaimers apply.
Even in a group of sweaty,dirty males, it still took one to be a real, extreme man.
“ Indeed boys, once more, you have TAKEN IT TO THE LIMIT! Now’s your time for some EXTREME closing exercises.”
Members of the boxing clubs discreetly raised their eyebrows while wiping sweat off their foreheads. They did not know since when did their typically eccentric leader adopt this new training style. At first, it did sound ridiculous, what’s with the realization that there was such a thing as the opposite of warm-up exercises.
But it was only then, did these sweaty, dirty males, finally knew how the raw touch of a boxer felt like.
---
“ Ugh, this is really killing me,” Gokudera mumbled to himself, squeezing his left shoulder lightly for the umpteenth time.
“ Well, as they always said, an aching man is a grouchy man,” A familiar voice piped up out of the blue.
Gokudera was slightly alarmed to find Yamamoto suddenly by his side, but irritation instinctively took over alarm. “ Pfft, you and your non-existant famous quotes, baseball freak!”
He was about to pelt the other with more insults, which was when he noticed that Yamamoto was not alone.
“ Yeah, must be the season of muscle problems,” Tsuna commented.
Gokudera forced himself to restrain his stock of colourful curses and shot a glare at Yamamoto, along with a mental message, ‘ How dare you, you’re just probably using the Tenth as a shield!’, which judging from the unwavering of Yamamoto’s smile, was not transmitted properly.
“ Tenth!” As usual, Gokudera decided to simply ignore the ignorable one and only focused on his boss. “ It’s pretty late, why are you still here?”
“ Extra cleaning duties,” Tsuna sighed. “ Don’t ask.”
Gokudera was about to apologize for not helping him out sooner and inquire the names of those impudent fools who had possibly bullied him, when the ignorable one just butted in like that.
“ Man, coach is really tightening the screw,” Yamamoto abruptly changed the subject. “ It doesn’t sound logical, but I think I’m actually suffering from arm cramps. Sawada, you don’t look too hot either.”
Thinking it sounded like an insult, Gokudera was about to rebutt when Tsuna replied faster.
“ I don’t know what I did the other night, but it made Reborn hit me hard with some unidentified object, now the Earth feels shakey,” Tsuna explained his condition, frowning as if to emphasize his point.
“ Ouch,” Yamamoto grimaced. “ That must have hurt…not too long ago I took a blow from my cousin’s toy milk bottle. She was using it as a baseball bat, that cute thing.”
“ Tenth, if you want, I could massage you until you get better!” Once again, Gokudera seized the opportunity to offer his services.
Tsuna winced, either from the impending headache or the awkwardness of Gokudera’s offer, or maybe both. “ Ahh, that would be unneccessary, but thanks anyway, Gokudera-kun.”
“ Hey, that reminds me,” Yamamoto said before Gokudera could persuade some more. “ I heard that recently, Sasagawa officially included massage as part of his club’s training regime, something they do before ending club activitiy. It’s not a bad idea, actually. Why not ask him for help?”
Gokudera twitched. Who was the baseball freak to imply that he was inadequate for the Tenth? Alas, his intention to voice his opinion had to be interrupted by yet another extra character.
“ Yo, you better be talking about me in an EXTREME light here!”
---
“ Onii-san,” Tsuna casually greeted Kyoko’s older brother, subconsciously used to his unexpected appearances and behaviour.
“ Yo back, Sasagawa,” Yamamoto followed suit. “ We were just talking about your massage thing. Mind giving us a helping hand?”
“ All right, but with one condition,” Ryohei swiftly turned to Tsuna. “ Which is to have a PASSIONATE rematch with Sawada, when he’s back in top shape!”
Tsuna winced again, but he always did whenever Ryohei tries to get him involved in boxing, a moment in which passion was closer to intimidation. Unfortunately, Ryohei was totally oblivious to this.
“ Let me demonstrate,” Ryohei started, instantly assuming that Tsuna had given his consent. The boxer gestured to Yamamoto. “ So where’s the problem?”
Yamamoto outstretched his left arm. Ryohei positioned his fingers on a particular spot on the forearm and instead of giving an extremely powerful squeeze as expected of him, he applied pressure on that spot while tugging on it firmly.
After releasing it, Yamamoto shook his wrists, finding the tension to be unwound. “ Wow, this feels so much better!”
“ Unlike boxing, massage is not a matter about power, but also in EXTREME accuracy,” Ryohei explained. “ Now on to you, Sawada, you’re looking worser TO THE LIMIT with each passing second.”
With that, he used his middle and index finger to rub at two areas on Tsuna’s forehead, while pinching the bridge of the latter’s nose with his thumb and fourth finger. Gokudera’s mind immediately screamed “ Stop molesting the Tenth!”, but Tsuna appeared rather pleased with the treatment after all.
“ The headache is subsiding,” Tsuna could not help but smile as Ryohei withdrew.
“ Yosh!” Ryohei brought a fist to his palm, his gesture of victory. “ Then right here, right now, prepare yourself-”
“ Wait!” Yamamoto cut him short. “ You’ve forgotten about Gokudera.”
“ Huh, I don’t need any lousy massage,” Gokudera grumbled, though he must admit it did sound tempting, with the prolonged contraction of his shoulder joint.
“ You know, I think Octopus-head does need one. Come here.” Though Ryohei said that, he went over to Gokudera anyway and the first thing he did was not to touch him, but to flip his shirt up. In broad daylight.
“ Oy! I’m not someone who you can just strip-”
Ryohei performed like a trained masseuse. He used a technique unknown to the common man, driving his hand into the humps on Gokudera’s back and twisting it like a screwdriver. Gokudera thought he felt his backbone straightening, a simply pleasurable sensation.
“ Haha, Gokudera sounds like he’s making sex noises,” Yamamoto jokingly commented.
---
The next day, Ryohei decided to try something different. He planned to impart knowledge regarding massage on a wider scale, as though it did not exactly drive him to TAKE IT TO THE LIMIT, the positive effect it brought was equally EXTREME, as proven from yesterday.
Why not start off with enlightening more uptight non-gentlemen? He identified one on his toilet breaks, doing his business at a urinal with his head tilted at an odd angle.
Thinking that it must have been EXTREMELY inconvenient, Ryohei crept up to him, once making sure that he had been hygeinic and washed his hands.
“ Well, hope that this can finally get you to really loosen up!”
The creaking sound of a neck being twisted was the only warning to livelier bathroom activities.
---
But yes, it was easier for Hibari to deliver his own catchprase and proceed with his daily routine now.