[fic] The Importance of Coffee
Title: The Importance of Coffee
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Infant!Reborn; no pairings. Brief inclusion of Lambo, Goku and Tsuna. Mentions of Dino.
Word Count: 654
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Reborn does not appreciate being deprived of his coffee. He also doesn't like stupid people.
Disclaimer: I do not own KHR.
Enjoy!
The importance of coffee was something that lacked careful consideration, in Reborn's not-so-very humble opinion. Coffee and function were synonymous; walked hand in hand with the everyday pattern of his daily life-- not to mention his patience for whatever the day decided to throw at him, and what with him currently residing with the idiot cow and no-good Tsuna, the importance of that patience extended to greater heights.
It was a true predicament (which truthfully, anybody who knew Lambo could have easily forseen) the day the coffee-machine fell victim to the raining grenades the infant-cow so childishly dispersed. Lambo wanted another bowl of rice, then he wanted an entire plate of fettuccine with meatballs, and ontop of that he demanded a side order of the finest grapes from Italy. Gokudera, being Gokudera, decided to put his foot down and put an end to the Thunder Guardian's ridiculous requests. Reborn briefly wondered when Gokudera would learn that there was no use arguing with idiots.
With that thought, the realisation struck him; he spent most of his time literally surrounded by idiots.
At first it had been quite amusing for the baby hitman; it was just too easy to scare the up-and-coming Decimo out of his wits-- and while that fact hadn't changed at all in the present, Reborn came to discover that the very high-pitched 'Hii's!' Tsuna emitted whenever faced with the possibility of danger had a rather detrimental effect on his temporal lobes. He also thought that anybody who possessed a set of testes should not be allowed (by the simple force of nature) to reach such an octave.
The lack of masculinity wasn't as extreme with the Bronco in his younger years, but the Cavallone's natural ability to trip over thin air certainly exhausted some self-restraint on his part. The Sun Arcobaleno briefly speculated upon how so many 'herbivores'- for lack of better word, made it into the rough landscape of the Mafia; Tsuna and Dino were only two prime examples, and off the top of his head he could think of plenty more that fit a frighteningly similar description; Skull, for starters. Yes, Dino had come a long way but his dependence on his men concerned him- to say the least. Often, he wondered how the Bronco would cope with a surprise ambush in the bathroom or the shower. Usually, he resulted with the imagery of his ex-student mistakenly brandishing a roll of toilet paper instead of his trusty whip.
“AHOSHI! Look at the mess you've made!”
“It was AHODERA'S fault, you made Lambo-san upset!”
“You tested the Juudaime's patience!”
“Lambo-san wants meatballs! Itailan meatballs!”
It was no use, as within the next instant another torrent of pink grenades littered the room, Tsuna's high pitched wail being the next offence to reach Reborn's ears after the booming of the explosions.
“Hii! Gokudera, please calm down. Lambo doesn't know any better, he's just a kid!”
Of course, due to the silver-haired Italian's very selective hearing, none of that reached his ears. Another collective boom invaded the Sawada residence, this time courtesy of Gokudera's sticks of dynamite. Really, if he respected his beloved Tenth so much, why was he partaking in the destruction of his house? Logic was clearly a phenomenon unheard of in the current Vongola family.
Another effeminate scream.
“Reborn, please help me! How am I going to explain this to my neighbours- or more importantly, to my mum when she gets back?!” The young Vongola turned to his tutor desperately for help, only to be greeted with the sight of the Arcobaleno's sleeping figure, fedora ever so slightly tilted to shadow his features. It eventually dawned on the young Decimo that this was a crisis he'd have to resolve alone.
Then and there, Reborn refused to move an inch, not until somebody uttered the magic words 'the coffee-machine is back in order, signore' to him.
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Infant!Reborn; no pairings. Brief inclusion of Lambo, Goku and Tsuna. Mentions of Dino.
Word Count: 654
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Reborn does not appreciate being deprived of his coffee. He also doesn't like stupid people.
Disclaimer: I do not own KHR.
Enjoy!
The importance of coffee was something that lacked careful consideration, in Reborn's not-so-very humble opinion. Coffee and function were synonymous; walked hand in hand with the everyday pattern of his daily life-- not to mention his patience for whatever the day decided to throw at him, and what with him currently residing with the idiot cow and no-good Tsuna, the importance of that patience extended to greater heights.
It was a true predicament (which truthfully, anybody who knew Lambo could have easily forseen) the day the coffee-machine fell victim to the raining grenades the infant-cow so childishly dispersed. Lambo wanted another bowl of rice, then he wanted an entire plate of fettuccine with meatballs, and ontop of that he demanded a side order of the finest grapes from Italy. Gokudera, being Gokudera, decided to put his foot down and put an end to the Thunder Guardian's ridiculous requests. Reborn briefly wondered when Gokudera would learn that there was no use arguing with idiots.
With that thought, the realisation struck him; he spent most of his time literally surrounded by idiots.
At first it had been quite amusing for the baby hitman; it was just too easy to scare the up-and-coming Decimo out of his wits-- and while that fact hadn't changed at all in the present, Reborn came to discover that the very high-pitched 'Hii's!' Tsuna emitted whenever faced with the possibility of danger had a rather detrimental effect on his temporal lobes. He also thought that anybody who possessed a set of testes should not be allowed (by the simple force of nature) to reach such an octave.
The lack of masculinity wasn't as extreme with the Bronco in his younger years, but the Cavallone's natural ability to trip over thin air certainly exhausted some self-restraint on his part. The Sun Arcobaleno briefly speculated upon how so many 'herbivores'- for lack of better word, made it into the rough landscape of the Mafia; Tsuna and Dino were only two prime examples, and off the top of his head he could think of plenty more that fit a frighteningly similar description; Skull, for starters. Yes, Dino had come a long way but his dependence on his men concerned him- to say the least. Often, he wondered how the Bronco would cope with a surprise ambush in the bathroom or the shower. Usually, he resulted with the imagery of his ex-student mistakenly brandishing a roll of toilet paper instead of his trusty whip.
“AHOSHI! Look at the mess you've made!”
“It was AHODERA'S fault, you made Lambo-san upset!”
“You tested the Juudaime's patience!”
“Lambo-san wants meatballs! Itailan meatballs!”
It was no use, as within the next instant another torrent of pink grenades littered the room, Tsuna's high pitched wail being the next offence to reach Reborn's ears after the booming of the explosions.
“Hii! Gokudera, please calm down. Lambo doesn't know any better, he's just a kid!”
Of course, due to the silver-haired Italian's very selective hearing, none of that reached his ears. Another collective boom invaded the Sawada residence, this time courtesy of Gokudera's sticks of dynamite. Really, if he respected his beloved Tenth so much, why was he partaking in the destruction of his house? Logic was clearly a phenomenon unheard of in the current Vongola family.
Another effeminate scream.
“Reborn, please help me! How am I going to explain this to my neighbours- or more importantly, to my mum when she gets back?!” The young Vongola turned to his tutor desperately for help, only to be greeted with the sight of the Arcobaleno's sleeping figure, fedora ever so slightly tilted to shadow his features. It eventually dawned on the young Decimo that this was a crisis he'd have to resolve alone.
Then and there, Reborn refused to move an inch, not until somebody uttered the magic words 'the coffee-machine is back in order, signore' to him.