Mr & Mrs Smith KHR style
A continuation of this.
“Can’t you do anything right at--”
“The bullet didn’t even touch him,” Lambo singsongs and even after a decade, some things never change. Gokudera wonders if it is too late to call Yamamoto. After all, idiots will know how best to deal with their own kind.
"It could ha--" Gokudera is cut off by a cow-print scarf in his face. Lambo does not notice and Gokudera seethes.
He clears his throat and in the most professional tone he can muster, asks, “Can you not wear something so flamboyant on a covert mission?”
“Well-- I don’t have accessories that make a racket every time I move.”
“At least I don’t look like a cow.”
“At least I don’t look gay.”
“Say that again!” Gokudera snarls, grabbing Lambo by the collar, all teeth and hate.
The boy merely grins wider, infuriating his favourite ‘toy’ some more but the smirk vanishes a moment too soon when he suddenly remembers something important.
“Oh! Blondie was there.”
Gokudera’s grip slackens and Lambo takes the chance to give them some distance. “Blondie?”
“He had another Blondie with him in the car,” Lambo continues, shrugging as he adjusts his collar.
“But whatever, target is safe. My job is done here.”
“What was he--” Gokudera sputters.
“That’s your job, Mr. Right-hand-man.”
**
She has never noticed it before but his back is broader than it looks, sunburnt skin curving down a sinewy shoulder. He smiles his brand of bashfulness when he sees her and she cannot stop her lips from matching his. He is oddly still as she settles down behind him, knees up and beach dress in a pool of sunburst around her. The sea breeze breaks the calm of the water and she feels him reach for the rod but Uni knows better (a certain old man she knows likes to fish). The sound is too soft to be a catch, so she leans deeper, soaking in the warm Australian sun. They are alone on a chartered yacht somewhere far past Darling Harbour and it is quiet. Back-to-back with nothing but bluest expanse of sky and sea as backdrop, they are a floating canvas waiting to be immortalized and inspiration is kind but neither her sketchbook nor his camera is at hand. Some things best stay as memories where they will always be fondly looked upon.
Her phone vibrates and he hands it over without a glance. She pulls her sun hat lower to peruse the message, only to raise an eyebrow.
From: Anonymous.
He is still not good for you, Princess. Greyhound.
From: Anonymous
He’s not good enough for *you*. When you will get over this? Blacklily.
Gamma had been most against her whirlwind romance with Sawada Tsunayoshi and even after he walked her down the aisle, he still insists on playing the overbearing father-in-law. Uni does not fight the man her mother loved because he is right, like all parents are. Tsuna is not the perfect husband, he is wrong in every other way (his extended family is worse than The Devil Wears Prada). ‘Not good enough’ were Tsuna’s exact words, but there was something about this seemingly docile Japanese man that made her want to pause, rewind and start over again.
An enigma, like Byakuran-sama, but Uni is confident that Tsuna is nothing like him. So she stays to wait and see, to exhale, to breathe.
**
Gamma does not reply instantly but she is not concerned. She could leave her world in his hands and come back to find it just as she left it but she texts him anyway.
From: Anonymous
He is attempting to catch dinner. It’s been 4 hours. I'm hungry. Blacklily.
From: Anonymous
Does he even know how to fish? Greyhound.
From: Anonymous
Fishing is an old men sport. Blacklily.
From: Anonymous
I’m not old. He’s too old for you. Greyhound.
From: Anonymous
He’s 25. *You’re* too old for me. Blacklily.
From: Anonymous
BTW you left your hair dye in the studio last week. Blacklily.
From: Anonymous
IT WASN’T ME.
From: Anonymous
IT WAS SPANNER. GREYHOUND.
From: Anonymous
Okay :3 Oh! He caught it :D Blacklily.
From: Anonymous
My hair is not *that* blond. Greyhound.
From: Anonymous
He expects me to cook? I’ve never even--
From: Anonymous
EMAIL ME FOOLPROOF FIRESAFE RECIPES IN 2 MINUTES. BLACKLILY.
From: Anonymous
But first, how do you turn on the stove? Blacklily.
From: Anonymous
Sending you images of the stove NOW. Blacklily.
**
Uni does not notice Tsuna's mobile phone vibrate. 1 message received. She is too busy battling the stove.
From: Yamamoto
No problems! Text me again if you need help with slicing, Gokudera likes sashimi ;D
**
There are times like these when Gamma hates being her gatekeeper, moments of disappointment and screw-ups.
“We had him where we wanted, believe me.”
There is a muffled cough from behind and Gamma sees the word ‘WHIPPED’ flashing at him from Spanner’s laptop. He does not return Spanner’s amused look, choosing instead to turn the rear view mirror away. He will show him whipped later.
“I do--“ Her tone is deceptively forgiving, as if she is distracted and Gamma wonders if the nervous wreck of a husband is nearby. He is about to let his guard down when he hears her softest click of teeth.
“But you lost him.”
Gamma is far from being let off the hook and his princess is annoyed. He can imagine her darkened expression, set jaw and tight lips.
“This obnoxious teenager kept getting in the crosshair--”
“You know how important this it to Bya--”
Screw the marshmallow otaku, Gamma nearly blurts out. “Princess, I--”
“He delegated this to us because he trusts me.”
Fuck. Guilt-trip. Gamma swerves wide and there is a mangled shout from behind, something that sounds suspiciously like I’LL-TELL-HER-YOU’RE-DRINKING-ON-THE-JOB. Gamma pretends not to comprehend and depresses the accelerator some more. With one hand and a narrowed gaze, he steers the car underground and slams the brakes a little harder than necessary when he turns into their hidden garage. If Spanner does not shut up (or break his nose from the impact), Gamma is going to kidnap one of the mini robots.
Irie had never been this troublesome to work with.
“I’m coming home,” she says after their long bout of silence.
“But your honeymoon--”
Click.
“Fuck,” Gamma swears at the offending dial tone.
“You’re royally screwed.”
A mobile phone flies in Spanner’s direction and Gamma swears to hold the damn toy hostage every time he gets paired with Spanner. Just wait and see.
**
I cannot believe I actually have to create the 271 tag and yes I still can't do crack D:
“Can’t you do anything right at--”
“The bullet didn’t even touch him,” Lambo singsongs and even after a decade, some things never change. Gokudera wonders if it is too late to call Yamamoto. After all, idiots will know how best to deal with their own kind.
"It could ha--" Gokudera is cut off by a cow-print scarf in his face. Lambo does not notice and Gokudera seethes.
He clears his throat and in the most professional tone he can muster, asks, “Can you not wear something so flamboyant on a covert mission?”
“Well-- I don’t have accessories that make a racket every time I move.”
“At least I don’t look like a cow.”
“At least I don’t look gay.”
“Say that again!” Gokudera snarls, grabbing Lambo by the collar, all teeth and hate.
The boy merely grins wider, infuriating his favourite ‘toy’ some more but the smirk vanishes a moment too soon when he suddenly remembers something important.
“Oh! Blondie was there.”
Gokudera’s grip slackens and Lambo takes the chance to give them some distance. “Blondie?”
“He had another Blondie with him in the car,” Lambo continues, shrugging as he adjusts his collar.
“But whatever, target is safe. My job is done here.”
“What was he--” Gokudera sputters.
“That’s your job, Mr. Right-hand-man.”
**
She has never noticed it before but his back is broader than it looks, sunburnt skin curving down a sinewy shoulder. He smiles his brand of bashfulness when he sees her and she cannot stop her lips from matching his. He is oddly still as she settles down behind him, knees up and beach dress in a pool of sunburst around her. The sea breeze breaks the calm of the water and she feels him reach for the rod but Uni knows better (a certain old man she knows likes to fish). The sound is too soft to be a catch, so she leans deeper, soaking in the warm Australian sun. They are alone on a chartered yacht somewhere far past Darling Harbour and it is quiet. Back-to-back with nothing but bluest expanse of sky and sea as backdrop, they are a floating canvas waiting to be immortalized and inspiration is kind but neither her sketchbook nor his camera is at hand. Some things best stay as memories where they will always be fondly looked upon.
Her phone vibrates and he hands it over without a glance. She pulls her sun hat lower to peruse the message, only to raise an eyebrow.
From: Anonymous.
He is still not good for you, Princess. Greyhound.
From: Anonymous
He’s not good enough for *you*. When you will get over this? Blacklily.
Gamma had been most against her whirlwind romance with Sawada Tsunayoshi and even after he walked her down the aisle, he still insists on playing the overbearing father-in-law. Uni does not fight the man her mother loved because he is right, like all parents are. Tsuna is not the perfect husband, he is wrong in every other way (his extended family is worse than The Devil Wears Prada). ‘Not good enough’ were Tsuna’s exact words, but there was something about this seemingly docile Japanese man that made her want to pause, rewind and start over again.
An enigma, like Byakuran-sama, but Uni is confident that Tsuna is nothing like him. So she stays to wait and see, to exhale, to breathe.
**
Gamma does not reply instantly but she is not concerned. She could leave her world in his hands and come back to find it just as she left it but she texts him anyway.
From: Anonymous
He is attempting to catch dinner. It’s been 4 hours. I'm hungry. Blacklily.
From: Anonymous
Does he even know how to fish? Greyhound.
From: Anonymous
Fishing is an old men sport. Blacklily.
From: Anonymous
I’m not old. He’s too old for you. Greyhound.
From: Anonymous
He’s 25. *You’re* too old for me. Blacklily.
From: Anonymous
BTW you left your hair dye in the studio last week. Blacklily.
From: Anonymous
IT WASN’T ME.
From: Anonymous
IT WAS SPANNER. GREYHOUND.
From: Anonymous
Okay :3 Oh! He caught it :D Blacklily.
From: Anonymous
My hair is not *that* blond. Greyhound.
From: Anonymous
He expects me to cook? I’ve never even--
From: Anonymous
EMAIL ME FOOLPROOF FIRESAFE RECIPES IN 2 MINUTES. BLACKLILY.
From: Anonymous
But first, how do you turn on the stove? Blacklily.
From: Anonymous
Sending you images of the stove NOW. Blacklily.
**
Uni does not notice Tsuna's mobile phone vibrate. 1 message received. She is too busy battling the stove.
From: Yamamoto
No problems! Text me again if you need help with slicing, Gokudera likes sashimi ;D
**
There are times like these when Gamma hates being her gatekeeper, moments of disappointment and screw-ups.
“We had him where we wanted, believe me.”
There is a muffled cough from behind and Gamma sees the word ‘WHIPPED’ flashing at him from Spanner’s laptop. He does not return Spanner’s amused look, choosing instead to turn the rear view mirror away. He will show him whipped later.
“I do--“ Her tone is deceptively forgiving, as if she is distracted and Gamma wonders if the nervous wreck of a husband is nearby. He is about to let his guard down when he hears her softest click of teeth.
“But you lost him.”
Gamma is far from being let off the hook and his princess is annoyed. He can imagine her darkened expression, set jaw and tight lips.
“This obnoxious teenager kept getting in the crosshair--”
“You know how important this it to Bya--”
Screw the marshmallow otaku, Gamma nearly blurts out. “Princess, I--”
“He delegated this to us because he trusts me.”
Fuck. Guilt-trip. Gamma swerves wide and there is a mangled shout from behind, something that sounds suspiciously like I’LL-TELL-HER-YOU’RE-DRINKING-ON-THE-JOB. Gamma pretends not to comprehend and depresses the accelerator some more. With one hand and a narrowed gaze, he steers the car underground and slams the brakes a little harder than necessary when he turns into their hidden garage. If Spanner does not shut up (or break his nose from the impact), Gamma is going to kidnap one of the mini robots.
Irie had never been this troublesome to work with.
“I’m coming home,” she says after their long bout of silence.
“But your honeymoon--”
Click.
“Fuck,” Gamma swears at the offending dial tone.
“You’re royally screwed.”
A mobile phone flies in Spanner’s direction and Gamma swears to hold the damn toy hostage every time he gets paired with Spanner. Just wait and see.
**
I cannot believe I actually have to create the 271 tag and yes I still can't do crack D: