dear 59-kun 11
Also, do you think you could help me with my math homework next semester? Or recommend a good tutor?
…
After reading the letter, his eyes grew slightly sparkly. He hastily typed up a response to that, grabbing his cell phone as he did so, getting ready for a day of adventures.
…
Dear Greatest Fucking Piece of News Ever!,
I’ve never been, but it sounds like a great idea! Thanks!
As for your tutoring, I don’t know. How screwed are you? The only person I know for the job is a little busy at the moment.
…
The phone rang a few times before a bleary brunette picked up. “Tenth! Tenth, I got a lead on the UMAs!”
“That’s great,” Tsuna replied sleepily, rolling his eyes. “So, what next?”
“We’re going to New Mexico!” The silver-haired male practically yelled in excitement, clicking buttons on his laptop as he spoke. “I just finished buying the tickets, actually. Come on! I bought three, so you can bring Reborn-san with you.”
“I-what?!” He gaped and flailed, falling out of his bed with a loud cry. “You can’t be serious, Gokudera-kun!”
“Oh, but I am,” Gokudera said happily. “Later, tenth! See you in an hour-our flight leaves in two hours!”
Confused beyond all reason, Tsuna stared at his phone for a few minutes before finally hurrying and packing up. “Do you want to come, Reborn?”
“I’ll pass,” He smirked, and the brunette got chills. Something told him the baby was lying. “Why don’t you invite Yamamoto? It’ll be a good bonding experience.”
Tsuna made a squeaking sort of noise at the prospects. “Oh God! You can’t be serious!”
“Oh, but I am,” He replied in his high-pitched little voice, sounding smug. “Have fun, useless.”
“I-this-WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?” He yelled to no one in particular, packing up with a hint of tears in his eyes, as Reborn was pointing a gun at his rear the entire time.
…
Gokudera had finished packing in promptly twenty minutes, had wired his emails to come on his phone, just in case the UMAs tried to get in contact with him on land. For the airplane ride, he’d brought his laptop too.
This is the best! He thought, practically skipping to Tsuna’s place. Once there at the promised time, his smile quickly turned into a scowl when he saw who else was there.
Fuuuuuuuuuck, Gokudera groaned in his mind, glaring all the while at the grinning black-haired baseball player.
“G-Guys, let’s just…take a deep breath,” Tsuna urged them quietly with a nervous expression, his hands clenching onto his suitcase. “Okay?”
“If you say so, Tenth,” Gokudera grumbled, and then perked up. “Well, let’s go! The airport’s thirty minutes away by car!”
“By car?!” Tsuna exclaimed, and was admittedly frightened when the black car pulled up to the driveway. “What the-!”
“I called Bucking Horse to give us a ride there,” He beamed. “Well, let’s go!”
The other two got in, one laughing amusedly, the other just kind of, sort of, maybe freaking out. Okay, that was a definitely.
Once they’d settled into his seats, Gokudera found his phone pinging at him.
…
Dear 59-kun,
I have finally captured my pineapple sadist...thanks to dear Tsuna-kun for helping me.
As for the gift left at my gate-it was very, very, VERY nice...but one question...how did you know where I lived?
Was it thanks to your handy dandy UMA tracker?
...Or was it the signs all over Namimori leading you to my house...?
And don’t worry,,I did not wake up dear Tsuna-kun from his beauty sleep...he was
bright awake.
Oh...and if you have the time, please visit my house for cheese cake and
strawberry milk.
Love,
-UMA who finally captured saddist nappo (who will be known as UMA loves
you...from now on.)
…
Gokudera stopped himself from giggling like a schoolgirl in the presence of Tsuna and Yamamoto, but still grinned brightly enough to light up a bulb.
…
Dear Freaky UMA,
Finally. Someone needed to capture the bastard. Again. For the seventieth time. As for where you live, I’m still working on the tracker, so I followed the signs. Thanks for not waking the Tenth, it really matters to me.
I might be able to visit you…if your UFO is in New Mexico!
(As for the cheesecake and strawberry milk, I make no promises.)
…
By the time they’d gotten on the plane, out of breath and already having an ‘adventure’, Tsuna was exhausted. They got settled, took off, and when it was safe, Gokudera took out his laptop and paid the fare to use the internet on the flight. There, he checked for messages again and found more things that lifted his spirits.
…
Dear 59-kun,
As I'm sure all of your readers (with half a brain) are aware, UMA's are a hot topic for this blog, and one of the few subject matters that you will respond to without profuse amounts of insults. On that note, I have a couple things to say:
First of all, in order to communicate with Shitt P., you must first address her as "Shitopi-chan." It is absolutely vital to do so with this UMA, or else she will NOT respond to ANY and ALL attempts to communicate. However, once you DO address her properly, communicating with her (I have confirmed that ShittP. is, in fact, female) is extremely easy. Please don't ask how I found out. It took extreme and exhausting measures to make this discovery, and I would rather discuss that subject in a more private setting.
Secondly, I've been having minor run-ins with UMA's on a frighteningly regular basis. Half the time I don't realize that I just came in contact with a UMA until after the fact. This is highly frustrating as it seems that UMA's are learning very quickly to adapt to and blend in with humans. Any ideas on the sudden influx of UMAs?
Sincerely,
UMAsAreReal
…
Dear What Do You Mean ‘Why’?
It’s obviously because they’re worthy of our studying! I mean, I could practically write a book on them, they’re so amazing!
As for Shitt P., and I repeat, I HAVE TO FIND HER FIRST. Once I do that, I’ll…try to communicate properly. She’s especially weird.
Do you live in New Mexico? Because I want to run into them! (ALL THE TIME). As for the sudden influx, I’m hoping it’s because their ship landed down somewhere and they want to communicate with us! Man, I’ve got to contact Stockholm or something!
…
My Dearest 59-kun!
^_^ I admire you and I hope you and your Tenth will get together soon! I'll be cheering you on! (though, I feel bad for a certain baseball-freak, but shit happens, he needs to live with it, ne?)
Um, What if I fell in love with a UMA? I can't help it! He's really nice and good-looking. And I absolutely adore his fluffy nine-tails!
Hope I get something good of a reply out of yah!
PS. Do you want to meet my UMA? Also, do you happen to know a certain Uzumaki Naruto? He reminds me of you but instead of saying "Tenth" a zillion times a day he kept saying "Sasuke" all the time! He might help you with your issues.
Love,
XXXKyuubi-no-KoibitoXXX
…
Dear In Love With Aliens,
Way to go, you. What business do I have telling you how to live your life?
As for your falling in love with something with nine tails…you’re weird. Also, as for your Uzumaki, nope. His “Sasuke” pales in comparison, however, to the Tenth. That is final.
…
59-sama~
Hello 59-sama~! We have accepted your peace offering and loved it! As for abducting thing... That sheep/cow/broccoli boy might be... A little weird for a couple of days. We made sure that no one has harmed your beloved too~! Though I'm sure your able to do it yourself, since you are strong =]. Until then, 59-sama~.
UMA-san
…
After reading this message, Tsuna called his name, making him stop from squealing like a little girl in excitement. With a huge grin on his lips and his green eyes sparkling, he turned to him.
“Yes, Tenth!”
“You alright, Gokudera-kun?” The boy wondered with an eyebrow lifted. “I just wanted to ask if you wanted anything to drink or to snack on.” With that, the silver-haired teenager looked up at the stewardess and shook his head no. “Okay. That’s all.”
“Thanks,” He said happily, and from Tsuna’s other side, Yamamoto laughed a little at his expense. “And you shut up!”
…
Dear 59-kun,
You must be blind not to notice the evidence!
Didn't you see the blue trees and talking sheep?
That thing was...weird.
-Midi
…
Dear, Well, We’ll See, Won’t We?
Talking…WHAT. I damn sure didn’t see any of what you’re talking about! If you’re lying, I will kill you. And your children.
…
Dear 59-kun,
Have you noticed the strange floating teapots around Namimori Middle?
I almost caught the UMA responsible, but it just told me to find the sliver
haired freak.
Now 59-kun, why do I need to talk to you again to find this UMA?
…
Dear Alice In Wonderland Syndrome,
No, I haven’t…but I don’t doubt that it’s possible. As for that ‘silver-haired freak’, who ever it is that told you to find him is now forever screwed.
To find it? I don’t know, but I’m gone, so go find it your damn self.
…
No more messages came in for the moment, and so for the next few hours, he slept, his head falling gently on Tsuna’s shoulder. They made it to the airport in New Mexico without a hitch, finding it quite hot (but dry). Gokudera had made all the conversation with the locals, being the only one of the three of them that spoke fluent English. He’d asked them for directions to the places he wanted to check out, and took off, Tsuna and Yamamoto close behind, one confused and making worried noises, the other smiling amusedly and laughing every so often.
It had been several hours following this, disregarding their being jetlagged and everything else, that they were going to their hotel this night and calling it quits.
Gokudera, slightly annoyed that he hadn’t found anything that day, and still eager to go looking again tomorrow, fell asleep promptly in his bed, an unlit cigarette in his long, pale fingers.
Once he was snoring softly, Yamamoto poked Tsuna softly and whispered with a smile. “He’s really excited about this, isn’t he?”
Tsuna smiled softly as they looked at their friend. “Yeah. It’s pretty cool, actually. I never see Gokudera-kun this worked up…unless he’s angry.”
“But you know what tomorrow is, right?” The baseball player asked, and Tsuna nodded with a happy look in his eyes.
“Did you bring your present?” Tsuna looked up to the taller male with a curious glint in his caramel-colored eyes.
“Of course,” He smiled, and sat down on the pull-out couch/bed. “Good night, Tsuna!”
“Good night,” He replied and clicked off the lights, throwing off the covers of the other twin-sized bed in the suite.
…
When he woke up, green eyes bleary, he fumbled on the dresser for his glasses. Once he’d done that, he looked for a hair tie in his carrier bag and went to the bathroom. He tossed his spectacles in favor of his contacts, and made quick work of his hair in a ponytail. He softly woke the Tenth after that, and then yelled impatiently at Yamamoto, and soon enough, they were all up and getting ready. Halfway through one of them taking a shower, Gokudera checked his messages, and practically shit a pony when he found one shiny one in his inbox.
…
Dear Mr. 59,
Perhaps you have never heard of us, but I am K'Brd Smokschk, a representative of the International Galactic Planetary Alliance. I am in charge of the Solarius system, which you may know simply as the solar system. I beg your pardon in advance, but there are few...truly intelligent members of your unfortunately rather primitive and self-centered society. However, it has come to my attention that you are one of the few exceptions. I am also considering the other members of your "familia", but I beg you to please do your utmost to keep this a secret to those whom it would not be wise to involve until further notice. We would, as well, like to arrange a meeting with you, since you are particularly close to our visitation device.
This is not a hoax.
Sincerely and Cordially,
K'Brd Smokschk, Director of the Solaris System, International Galactic
Planetary Alliance
…
Gokudera found his fingers flicking out on the keys.
…
Dear Abso-fucking-lutely,
I’ll be there! ASAP! As for everything else you’ve said, I hope you don’t mind if I bring a couple guests with me. Thanks!
…
Hurrying the baseball freak and the Tenth, they rushed out of the hotel with very few things, running to the heart of Roswell, New Mexico. Upon arrival, Gokudera practically cried tears of joy when he saw the silhouettes of his greatly revered UMAs, waving at him and smiling.
He approached, fading into the trees, leaving Tsunayoshi and Yamamoto to stare at the scenery, confused.
“Hello there, Gokudera,” One of the humanoid beings greeted easily. “We’ve heard much about you. It’s so wonderful to know that some humans truly believe we’re still out there. We generally try and fade into the background, but it’s a welcome change in you.
“It’s just…wow!” He was fan-boying it out, his eyes sparkling and his jaw falling open. “I can’t believe there’s so many of you! It’s amazing!”
“Well, I’m glad you’re pleased,” The commander-type said with a smile. “I’m happy we got to meet briefly-but I’m afraid we must be going.”
His smile fell a bit, but he waved them off giddily, practically screaming to himself, I was right, I was right, I was right!
“Best wishes!” They all seemed to say as they faded away, leaving Gokudera once again in the wilderness and among Tsuna and Yamamoto.
…
When they’d come back later, and after Gokudera had proudly bragged about his experience to the other two only about fifty-thousand times, Tsuna and Yamamoto pulled out their gifts. He happily thanked the former, and grudgingly ground out a thank you to the latter, for they’d gotten him a big book of information on the occult and sci-fi, and a new notebook and gift card to his favorite accessory store, respectively. It was obvious that they knew him well.
Just when the day was winding down, and he thought he couldn’t get any happier than he already was, the day ended with possibly the greatest message ever (for him, anyways).
…
Dear 59-kun,
I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, but I'm currently 'engaged' in business so I shall present you my best of wishes on, well...anything you want. I wasn’t at base today, so sadly, I did not get to meet you in person, but as I’ve found out, today is special for you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Sincerely,
~Hibiku no UMA
…
Gokudera practically seized in enjoyment as he sleepily replied,
Dear UMA,
Thank you kindly for your well-wishes, and messages from all of you I hold in the highest regard.
As for my birthday, thank you. Today’s been extremely special for me.
…
With that, Gokudera fell asleep on his bed, his fingers curled around his phone gently. A smile was on his pale little face, and it was quite possibly the best birthday present ever.
A/N: So, I hope you guys liked the cracky mccrack that this chapter provided. Next chapter, it’s back to DRAMADRAMADRAMA! Anyways, Love you all. :D
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…
After reading the letter, his eyes grew slightly sparkly. He hastily typed up a response to that, grabbing his cell phone as he did so, getting ready for a day of adventures.
…
Dear Greatest Fucking Piece of News Ever!,
I’ve never been, but it sounds like a great idea! Thanks!
As for your tutoring, I don’t know. How screwed are you? The only person I know for the job is a little busy at the moment.
…
The phone rang a few times before a bleary brunette picked up. “Tenth! Tenth, I got a lead on the UMAs!”
“That’s great,” Tsuna replied sleepily, rolling his eyes. “So, what next?”
“We’re going to New Mexico!” The silver-haired male practically yelled in excitement, clicking buttons on his laptop as he spoke. “I just finished buying the tickets, actually. Come on! I bought three, so you can bring Reborn-san with you.”
“I-what?!” He gaped and flailed, falling out of his bed with a loud cry. “You can’t be serious, Gokudera-kun!”
“Oh, but I am,” Gokudera said happily. “Later, tenth! See you in an hour-our flight leaves in two hours!”
Confused beyond all reason, Tsuna stared at his phone for a few minutes before finally hurrying and packing up. “Do you want to come, Reborn?”
“I’ll pass,” He smirked, and the brunette got chills. Something told him the baby was lying. “Why don’t you invite Yamamoto? It’ll be a good bonding experience.”
Tsuna made a squeaking sort of noise at the prospects. “Oh God! You can’t be serious!”
“Oh, but I am,” He replied in his high-pitched little voice, sounding smug. “Have fun, useless.”
“I-this-WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?” He yelled to no one in particular, packing up with a hint of tears in his eyes, as Reborn was pointing a gun at his rear the entire time.
…
Gokudera had finished packing in promptly twenty minutes, had wired his emails to come on his phone, just in case the UMAs tried to get in contact with him on land. For the airplane ride, he’d brought his laptop too.
This is the best! He thought, practically skipping to Tsuna’s place. Once there at the promised time, his smile quickly turned into a scowl when he saw who else was there.
Fuuuuuuuuuck, Gokudera groaned in his mind, glaring all the while at the grinning black-haired baseball player.
“G-Guys, let’s just…take a deep breath,” Tsuna urged them quietly with a nervous expression, his hands clenching onto his suitcase. “Okay?”
“If you say so, Tenth,” Gokudera grumbled, and then perked up. “Well, let’s go! The airport’s thirty minutes away by car!”
“By car?!” Tsuna exclaimed, and was admittedly frightened when the black car pulled up to the driveway. “What the-!”
“I called Bucking Horse to give us a ride there,” He beamed. “Well, let’s go!”
The other two got in, one laughing amusedly, the other just kind of, sort of, maybe freaking out. Okay, that was a definitely.
Once they’d settled into his seats, Gokudera found his phone pinging at him.
…
Dear 59-kun,
I have finally captured my pineapple sadist...thanks to dear Tsuna-kun for helping me.
As for the gift left at my gate-it was very, very, VERY nice...but one question...how did you know where I lived?
Was it thanks to your handy dandy UMA tracker?
...Or was it the signs all over Namimori leading you to my house...?
And don’t worry,,I did not wake up dear Tsuna-kun from his beauty sleep...he was
bright awake.
Oh...and if you have the time, please visit my house for cheese cake and
strawberry milk.
Love,
-UMA who finally captured saddist nappo (who will be known as UMA loves
you...from now on.)
…
Gokudera stopped himself from giggling like a schoolgirl in the presence of Tsuna and Yamamoto, but still grinned brightly enough to light up a bulb.
…
Dear Freaky UMA,
Finally. Someone needed to capture the bastard. Again. For the seventieth time. As for where you live, I’m still working on the tracker, so I followed the signs. Thanks for not waking the Tenth, it really matters to me.
I might be able to visit you…if your UFO is in New Mexico!
(As for the cheesecake and strawberry milk, I make no promises.)
…
By the time they’d gotten on the plane, out of breath and already having an ‘adventure’, Tsuna was exhausted. They got settled, took off, and when it was safe, Gokudera took out his laptop and paid the fare to use the internet on the flight. There, he checked for messages again and found more things that lifted his spirits.
…
Dear 59-kun,
As I'm sure all of your readers (with half a brain) are aware, UMA's are a hot topic for this blog, and one of the few subject matters that you will respond to without profuse amounts of insults. On that note, I have a couple things to say:
First of all, in order to communicate with Shitt P., you must first address her as "Shitopi-chan." It is absolutely vital to do so with this UMA, or else she will NOT respond to ANY and ALL attempts to communicate. However, once you DO address her properly, communicating with her (I have confirmed that ShittP. is, in fact, female) is extremely easy. Please don't ask how I found out. It took extreme and exhausting measures to make this discovery, and I would rather discuss that subject in a more private setting.
Secondly, I've been having minor run-ins with UMA's on a frighteningly regular basis. Half the time I don't realize that I just came in contact with a UMA until after the fact. This is highly frustrating as it seems that UMA's are learning very quickly to adapt to and blend in with humans. Any ideas on the sudden influx of UMAs?
Sincerely,
UMAsAreReal
…
Dear What Do You Mean ‘Why’?
It’s obviously because they’re worthy of our studying! I mean, I could practically write a book on them, they’re so amazing!
As for Shitt P., and I repeat, I HAVE TO FIND HER FIRST. Once I do that, I’ll…try to communicate properly. She’s especially weird.
Do you live in New Mexico? Because I want to run into them! (ALL THE TIME). As for the sudden influx, I’m hoping it’s because their ship landed down somewhere and they want to communicate with us! Man, I’ve got to contact Stockholm or something!
…
My Dearest 59-kun!
^_^ I admire you and I hope you and your Tenth will get together soon! I'll be cheering you on! (though, I feel bad for a certain baseball-freak, but shit happens, he needs to live with it, ne?)
Um, What if I fell in love with a UMA? I can't help it! He's really nice and good-looking. And I absolutely adore his fluffy nine-tails!
Hope I get something good of a reply out of yah!
PS. Do you want to meet my UMA? Also, do you happen to know a certain Uzumaki Naruto? He reminds me of you but instead of saying "Tenth" a zillion times a day he kept saying "Sasuke" all the time! He might help you with your issues.
Love,
XXXKyuubi-no-KoibitoXXX
…
Dear In Love With Aliens,
Way to go, you. What business do I have telling you how to live your life?
As for your falling in love with something with nine tails…you’re weird. Also, as for your Uzumaki, nope. His “Sasuke” pales in comparison, however, to the Tenth. That is final.
…
59-sama~
Hello 59-sama~! We have accepted your peace offering and loved it! As for abducting thing... That sheep/cow/broccoli boy might be... A little weird for a couple of days. We made sure that no one has harmed your beloved too~! Though I'm sure your able to do it yourself, since you are strong =]. Until then, 59-sama~.
UMA-san
…
After reading this message, Tsuna called his name, making him stop from squealing like a little girl in excitement. With a huge grin on his lips and his green eyes sparkling, he turned to him.
“Yes, Tenth!”
“You alright, Gokudera-kun?” The boy wondered with an eyebrow lifted. “I just wanted to ask if you wanted anything to drink or to snack on.” With that, the silver-haired teenager looked up at the stewardess and shook his head no. “Okay. That’s all.”
“Thanks,” He said happily, and from Tsuna’s other side, Yamamoto laughed a little at his expense. “And you shut up!”
…
Dear 59-kun,
You must be blind not to notice the evidence!
Didn't you see the blue trees and talking sheep?
That thing was...weird.
-Midi
…
Dear, Well, We’ll See, Won’t We?
Talking…WHAT. I damn sure didn’t see any of what you’re talking about! If you’re lying, I will kill you. And your children.
…
Dear 59-kun,
Have you noticed the strange floating teapots around Namimori Middle?
I almost caught the UMA responsible, but it just told me to find the sliver
haired freak.
Now 59-kun, why do I need to talk to you again to find this UMA?
…
Dear Alice In Wonderland Syndrome,
No, I haven’t…but I don’t doubt that it’s possible. As for that ‘silver-haired freak’, who ever it is that told you to find him is now forever screwed.
To find it? I don’t know, but I’m gone, so go find it your damn self.
…
No more messages came in for the moment, and so for the next few hours, he slept, his head falling gently on Tsuna’s shoulder. They made it to the airport in New Mexico without a hitch, finding it quite hot (but dry). Gokudera had made all the conversation with the locals, being the only one of the three of them that spoke fluent English. He’d asked them for directions to the places he wanted to check out, and took off, Tsuna and Yamamoto close behind, one confused and making worried noises, the other smiling amusedly and laughing every so often.
It had been several hours following this, disregarding their being jetlagged and everything else, that they were going to their hotel this night and calling it quits.
Gokudera, slightly annoyed that he hadn’t found anything that day, and still eager to go looking again tomorrow, fell asleep promptly in his bed, an unlit cigarette in his long, pale fingers.
Once he was snoring softly, Yamamoto poked Tsuna softly and whispered with a smile. “He’s really excited about this, isn’t he?”
Tsuna smiled softly as they looked at their friend. “Yeah. It’s pretty cool, actually. I never see Gokudera-kun this worked up…unless he’s angry.”
“But you know what tomorrow is, right?” The baseball player asked, and Tsuna nodded with a happy look in his eyes.
“Did you bring your present?” Tsuna looked up to the taller male with a curious glint in his caramel-colored eyes.
“Of course,” He smiled, and sat down on the pull-out couch/bed. “Good night, Tsuna!”
“Good night,” He replied and clicked off the lights, throwing off the covers of the other twin-sized bed in the suite.
…
When he woke up, green eyes bleary, he fumbled on the dresser for his glasses. Once he’d done that, he looked for a hair tie in his carrier bag and went to the bathroom. He tossed his spectacles in favor of his contacts, and made quick work of his hair in a ponytail. He softly woke the Tenth after that, and then yelled impatiently at Yamamoto, and soon enough, they were all up and getting ready. Halfway through one of them taking a shower, Gokudera checked his messages, and practically shit a pony when he found one shiny one in his inbox.
…
Dear Mr. 59,
Perhaps you have never heard of us, but I am K'Brd Smokschk, a representative of the International Galactic Planetary Alliance. I am in charge of the Solarius system, which you may know simply as the solar system. I beg your pardon in advance, but there are few...truly intelligent members of your unfortunately rather primitive and self-centered society. However, it has come to my attention that you are one of the few exceptions. I am also considering the other members of your "familia", but I beg you to please do your utmost to keep this a secret to those whom it would not be wise to involve until further notice. We would, as well, like to arrange a meeting with you, since you are particularly close to our visitation device.
This is not a hoax.
Sincerely and Cordially,
K'Brd Smokschk, Director of the Solaris System, International Galactic
Planetary Alliance
…
Gokudera found his fingers flicking out on the keys.
…
Dear Abso-fucking-lutely,
I’ll be there! ASAP! As for everything else you’ve said, I hope you don’t mind if I bring a couple guests with me. Thanks!
…
Hurrying the baseball freak and the Tenth, they rushed out of the hotel with very few things, running to the heart of Roswell, New Mexico. Upon arrival, Gokudera practically cried tears of joy when he saw the silhouettes of his greatly revered UMAs, waving at him and smiling.
He approached, fading into the trees, leaving Tsunayoshi and Yamamoto to stare at the scenery, confused.
“Hello there, Gokudera,” One of the humanoid beings greeted easily. “We’ve heard much about you. It’s so wonderful to know that some humans truly believe we’re still out there. We generally try and fade into the background, but it’s a welcome change in you.
“It’s just…wow!” He was fan-boying it out, his eyes sparkling and his jaw falling open. “I can’t believe there’s so many of you! It’s amazing!”
“Well, I’m glad you’re pleased,” The commander-type said with a smile. “I’m happy we got to meet briefly-but I’m afraid we must be going.”
His smile fell a bit, but he waved them off giddily, practically screaming to himself, I was right, I was right, I was right!
“Best wishes!” They all seemed to say as they faded away, leaving Gokudera once again in the wilderness and among Tsuna and Yamamoto.
…
When they’d come back later, and after Gokudera had proudly bragged about his experience to the other two only about fifty-thousand times, Tsuna and Yamamoto pulled out their gifts. He happily thanked the former, and grudgingly ground out a thank you to the latter, for they’d gotten him a big book of information on the occult and sci-fi, and a new notebook and gift card to his favorite accessory store, respectively. It was obvious that they knew him well.
Just when the day was winding down, and he thought he couldn’t get any happier than he already was, the day ended with possibly the greatest message ever (for him, anyways).
…
Dear 59-kun,
I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, but I'm currently 'engaged' in business so I shall present you my best of wishes on, well...anything you want. I wasn’t at base today, so sadly, I did not get to meet you in person, but as I’ve found out, today is special for you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Sincerely,
~Hibiku no UMA
…
Gokudera practically seized in enjoyment as he sleepily replied,
Dear UMA,
Thank you kindly for your well-wishes, and messages from all of you I hold in the highest regard.
As for my birthday, thank you. Today’s been extremely special for me.
…
With that, Gokudera fell asleep on his bed, his fingers curled around his phone gently. A smile was on his pale little face, and it was quite possibly the best birthday present ever.
A/N: So, I hope you guys liked the cracky mccrack that this chapter provided. Next chapter, it’s back to DRAMADRAMADRAMA! Anyways, Love you all. :D
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