Dance Dance Vongola
Warnings: OoCness, randomness, and few other things you may not find appropriate for some reason that eludes even me? Oh, and public indecency. Mmm, boxers.
Author’s Note: In dedication to oakzap425 and the others who frequent the Katekyo Hitman Reborn! thread on cos.com. You people are my heroes. Fer Srs. I hope you like it, guys. ;~;
Forced Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! or anything involved with it. The idea, in fact, was taken from oakzap425 of cos.com. All spelling errors and badly written humor does, however, belong to moi.
Dance Dance Vongola
He’d woken that morning from a bizarre dream (babies with guns and scary underground assassination groups that were after some stupid rings he had decided at the beginning of his oh-so-bizarre dream that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with) to a shriek and a crash – followed shortly by more screaming. Sawada Tsunayoshi groaned and moved to pull his pillow over his head, clapping the small hands to the soft material. Nope, he decided quickly, he was still dreaming. Maybe if he pinched his cheek or bit his tongue, he’d wake up. No, no, his mind interjected sharply, both of those sounded too painful.
“Na, Tsuna, wake up! Lambo-san wants you to get ready so he can crush you at the arcade! Cruuuuuuush~~! ”
Ah, those silly dream characters were still at it, he mused with a quiet sigh into his pillow, moving to tug his blanket up and over the pillow as well. Maybe he could block them out with the help of his beddings and thoughts of Kyoko-cha-
His bedroom door buckled inward under the sudden force of the tiny foot that collided with it, sending it inward to smack the wall behind it with a loud bang that shook the entirety of his home. Tsunayoshi reacted instantly, snapping upward with a shriek of ‘h-hiiiiee!’ as his pillow and blanket toppled helplessly over the side of his mattress and into a messy heap on the floor. “Wh-who’s the-”
“Dame Tsuna.” He knew that voice. That damn voice that was always calm – sometimes amused and devious, always always devious. “You shouldn’t keep your family waiting.” The intruder leapt quickly from his position in the doorway to land easily at the foot of the teen’s bed, fixing him with a blank expression. “Tch, and you call yourself a mafia bo-”
“I’m not a mafia boss!” The brunette replied on instinct, his startled nerves soothed by a familiar irritation associated with a certain phrase that he never dared utter unless in protest. He heaved another sigh at the thought, the bitter realization that he’d never wake from his dreams of babies with guns and scary Mafioso assassin-
“Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking, Dame Tsuna,” Reborn replied smoothly, leaping the small distance towards his pupil to kick him sharply in the forehead, relishing in his cry of pain and surprise as he fell backwards towards the mattress, head knocking back into the wall.
“Owowowowow!”
“Get up and get dressed,” the terrifying Arcobaleno ordered, ignoring his student’s pain as Tsuna withered about his bed, cradling the messy brown head. “Mama made breakfast.” With that, Reborn turned away, leaping off the mattress to slink out of the room just as abruptly as he had entered it. From where he lay on the bed, Tsuna twisted to fix his door with a weak glare behind the tiny pin-pricks of tears that collected at the corner of his eyes.
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The arcade had been surprisingly quiet when they arrived, a few older teens scattered in the gloomier corners to mash away at the buttons of their machines. Tsuna had been relieved when his own group scattered slightly to play their own games. “You’re supposed to be having fun, Tsuna,” Reborn commented from where he was perched on one of the machines, easily wiggling his joystick and tapping the colorful buttons as his character moved across the screen. The tiny fighter moved easily against the larger one Tsuna himself had chosen, easily knocking his opponent down.
‘PERFECT!’ flashed across the screen with Tsuna’s defeat and the boy sighed, folding his arms onto the edge of the machine to drop his head against his arms. “It’s a lot more fun when you don’t lose every game…”
“Stop complaining,” Reborn ordered simply, taking a single step forward before kicking the boy’s elbow in punishment. The beady black eyes watched as the spazztic teen yelped and fell sideways, crying out in pain as he leapt in place, hand clamped over his elbow. “Now lets go find the others,” he decided, springing from the game to kick off Tsuna’s head, landing soundlessly a few feet away. Tsuna cried out in surprise from the sudden weight, stumbling backwards and onto his behind with a groan.
“I’m.. coming,” he sighed in defeat, pushing himself up quickly. His hands moved quickly to brush at his clothing, eyes lifting to catch the sight of Reborn as he turned to skulk down a line of more machines. He hoped he didn’t find another game to play, Tsuna whined within the safety of his mind, he wasn’t sure how much more he was willing to spend on games he was going to lo-
He paused as he turned the corner Reborn had vanished around, frowning uncertainly at the arc of a crowd that had sprouted around another of the games. He felt a sudden dark weight creep into his stomach, teeth finding his bottom lip as he hesitantly stepped closer to the crowd that had formed. “What’s going o-”
“Stupid fucking cow! You can’t win!” Gokudera sneered where he was hunched over his joystick, his other hand tapping wildly at the buttons. Tsuna was sure he heard part of the unlit cigarette between Gokudera’s lips snap as the Italian boy bit out another curse and he winced, lifting his hands to bury his face in them.
“Ahahaha~! Lambo-saaaaaan is going to cruuuuuush you!”
“I.. don’t know these people,” Tsuna decided as he turned quickly to shuffle away. He hoped Reborn hadn’t seen the ordeal, he mused, peering quickly around more machines to scamper farther away, he was never good at dealing with Lambo really. He shook the thought quickly as he peered around in search of Reborn, doing a double-take in time to see the edge of the dark fedora – and
He was met with yet another crowd and he grimaced. He feared what it was gathered around, he decided, stepping forward further before quickly back-pedalling. It was nothing but girls, he noted quickly, lips parting to say something though the words were lost on his tongue. He didn’t do well with girls, let alone a whole crowd of them that he was sure Reborn was hiding within. “A-ah.. Reb-”
“I will win TO THE EXTREME!”
“Hahaha, if you say so senpai. Tell you what, since you haven’t won yet, you can pick the next song, alright?” Yamamoto chuckled where he was leaning back against the bar of Dance Dance Revolution machine, the button-up shirt half opened and sleeves rolled up. Beside him, Ryohei nodded, pumping his first into the air.
“I’m EXTREMELY good at this one!” Ryohei announced, moving to slam his foot down on one of the arrows to select a song before the preview could play.
“What did he pick?”
“I don’t know.. I was too busy looking at Yamamoto-kun..”
“I want to play with Yamamoto-kun too…!”
“Shhh, they’re about to play!”
“Ay, iyaiyai, Ay, iyaiyai, A-a-a iyaiyai, where's my samurai~”
It was suddenly very quiet except for the familiar melody and the restless taps of Yamamoto Takeshi’s feet against the arrows. For a few seconds, Tsuna was unsure if it was because the girls were too busy watching Yamamoto or because of the choice of song. “I’m beating you TO THE EXTREME!” Ryohei announced quickly, one fist still lifted skywards, though his head was bent over and watching his feet – moving awkwardly from one arrow to another – heedless of the flashes of ‘almost’ and the occasional ‘good’ that flashed across his half of the screen. “Oiy! Yamamoto, if I win, you’ll be the new EXTREME member of the boxing club, okay!?”
Takeshi chuckled, the mocha eyes never once leaving the flurry of arrows on his own half of the screen. “Haha, anything you say, senpai,” He replied finally, dropping down to hit one of the arrows with his knee before easily pushing himself back up, seemingly oblivious to the squeals that sounded behind him. Tsuna watched on in quiet awe of the scene, rising onto his tiptoes with a light smile. At least someone was enjoying themselves, he idled, pushing his hands into his pockets to continue observing. The song ended and the sudden wave of applause and praise that followed startled the small Vongola Decimo, body stumbling back further almost fearfully. Girls were scary.
“Tch! You call that dancing?! I can do better than that, just watch Juudaime!”
Tsuna whirled quickly at that, watching as Gokudera stalked towards him, flashing a reassuring smile before shouldering carelessly through the crowd of girls – that cooed and parted ways happily, squealing in delight at the prospect of both Yamamoto Takeshi and Gokudera Hayato dancing in front of them. The storm guardian reached quickly to shove Ryohei from where he was boasting about his C, mid-way to thumping his chest when he lost his balance from the shove.
“Oiy, Tako-head, I was playing! You’re not as EXTREMELY good as I am, you probably EXTREMELY suck at this game!”
“Fuck you, Turf-head,” Gokudera snapped, ignoring Takeshi’s attempts to sooth Ryohei’s anger with a promise to play him again. “Tch, pick a song, you bastard. A hard one, so I can make you look bad when I ace a song you can’t!”
Yamamoto chuckled, nodding and moving to shuffle through the list of songs. “I hope you’re ready, Gokudera~ Winner’ll be Tsuna’s right hand man, kay?” He offered a devious grin at that, chuckling once more as Gokudera sputtered before stomping his foot, hollering about Takeshi and collarbones.
Whatever teasing was going to transpire between them quieted as the song started and the arrows flew across the screen in colorful blurs. Both teens took off instantly, matching each other step for step. It wasn’t until nearly half-way through the song that Gokudera faltered, shattering his perfect combo. He cursed – loudly – as he stumbled in an attempt to correct himself, further causing his previously flashing bar to darken from blue and then to green and finally to red. He panicked, sparing a quick glance over his shoulder as his boss – who looked as if he were torn between awe and horror – before resuming his desperate attempts to redeem himself. His bar vanished entirely, then, and Takeshi grinned victoriously as the match ended, reaching to brush a bead of sweat from his brow.
“I think you lost, Gokudera,” he teased, grinning as the silvery haired youth quickly dropped from the machine.
He crossed the distance to Tsuna quickly, dropping onto his hands in knees in a desperate bow for forgiveness, shoulders shaking. “Ju.. juudaime, I’m so sorry,” he choked, bowing lower to the ground, ignoring the rapid whispers of concern from the girls watching. “I.. I failed you. Please, don’t let my defeat sadden you! I’ll win back your position as right-hand man, just wait!”
“G-Gokudera-kun…!!” Tsuna hissed softly, cheeks flushing darkly in embarrassment as he took a quick step back, “g-get up! It’s okay, just…!!” Gokudera didn’t move and his cheeks seemed to flush darker at that, “people are staring…!!!”
“Wao.”
Whatever whispers had been flowing about the crowd halted instantly and Tsuna felt the blood in his veins run cold at the familiar voice. “Herbivorous filth,” the voice started calmly, though it was laced with warning, the soft shuffle of sneakers approaching causing the color that had collected in Tsunayoshi’s face to drain just as rapidly as it had appeared, “should not crowd.” Tsuna swallowed hard at that, shifting closer to Gokudera – who had stood quickly at the voice, hands flying to his back in search of his dynamite. “Play your games or leave,” Hibari Kyouya ordered, one hand lifting as the metal tonfa fell into his hand, the light catching the metallic length as well as the crimson and gold band that hung proudly off the sleeve of – if Tsuna wasn’t mistaken – a very normal black hoody. “Or I will bite all of you to death.”
The girls scattered quickly at the threat, leaving the Vongola guardians and their boss to watch as Hibari moved closer still. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me, Sawada,” Hibari continued, the sharp, slate blue eyes narrowing slightly.
“An-anou… I-it’s not that, Hibari-san!” Tsuna offered frantically, backing up quickly and bumping lightly into Gokudera’s chest, tensing as the silvery haired guardian reached out to steady him quickly, whispering a soft, concerned ‘juudaime..’ “I-I’m not.. good at video games, so I was just watching Yamamoto and the ot-”
“I don’t care how good you are at them,” Hibari offered curtly, eyes closing as his grip tightened on the metal tonfa, “you will play or I will bite you to death, Sawada Tsunayoshi.” The brown eyes lifted uncertainly from Hibari as a soft cheep of ‘Hibari, Hibari~’ sounded from behind the Prefect, the yellow downy bird settling onto the upper-classman’s shoulder.
“Juudaime doesn’t have to pl-”
“Ciassou, Hibari.”
Hibari turned at that, eyes sliding to the infant with a nod of acknowledgement, a dark brow arching as he took in the red shorts and elephant hat sitting on the small head.
The small boy flinched at the familiar voice, eyes closing tightly shut. He’d forgotten about Reborn. And in a situation like this, his reappearance couldn’t be a good thing. “Don’t worry, Hibari. Tsuna was just about to play with Yamamoto,” Reborn explained, moving past Hibari as one hand lifted towards his hat to collect Leon, “weren’t you, Dame Tsuna?”
“But I can’t pla-
“Then do it with your dying will.”
Bang.
Tsunayoshi slumped fully against Gokudera at that, the Storm Guardian’s cry of panic making both Yamamoto and Ryohei jump in surprise. “Re… BORN!” Tsuna cried out suddenly, eyes snapping open as the orange and yellow flame flickered onto his forward, the shreds of clothing falling around his and Gokudera’s feet as he jerked away to leap towards the DDR machine, landing heavily on the metal bottom. “I will play Dance Dance Revolution as if I were to die!” He hollered, the bare hand moving to slam quickly onto the arrows to select a song and change the difficult to its highest setting.
“Ts-Tsuna, you don’t have to make it that har-”
“Play!”
Takeshi swallowed hard though he nodded, shifting back to the screen to shift into a more comfortable starting position before he took off. His attention didn’t remain on his screen for long, though, instead he found himself distracted by the rapid, flawless movements on Tsuna’s feet as arrow after arrow passed.
“Master Pao Pao! You must have been trying Sawada TO THE EXTREME, if he’s that good!”
“Tch, Juudaime could have done it on his own.”
The guardians – minus Hibari – watched in awe through the entirety of the song. Once it ended, Takeshi fell back against the bar with a relieved sigh, smiling faintly at the D that flashed at him on the screen. Beside him, Tsuna thrust his fist into the air, doing a quick leap in victory. The flame on his forehead fizzled out quickly and just as he landed, Tsuna realized, suddenly, how tired his legs were and how awkwardly he had jumped, the side of his foot sliding easily off the edge of the DDR mat and sending him toppling sideways with a cry of ‘hiiiie!’
“Juudaime!”
“Er, careful, Tsuna!” Yamamoto blinked, just barely managing to catch one of the flailing arms to keep the boy from falling over.
“Hnn,” Hibari offered in response to the sight, sparing his ‘family’ a quick look before turning away as Hibird began to softly cheep the beginnings of the Nami-chuu theme song.
Herbivores, Hibari decided with a light shake of his head as he continued out of the arcade, never changed.