we're all gonna burn

electroplay @ 2011-12-31T17:34:00

2011-12-31T22:34:34Z

In my tiny barracks room, I lack space to keep all of my things. Thus, instead of throwing most of this stuff in the trash (since I can not pawn it off on my battle buddies), I OFFER IT TO YOU, MY FRIENDS.

We can sit down and work out a price for each piece - I'm easy. :3 So let me know here or on aim ( ThisismyJirou ) or on plurk.

Manga / Graphic Novels

The Dresden Files: Storm Front by Jim Butcher
The Dresden Files: Fool Moon by Jim Butcher
The Dresden Files: Grave Peril by Jim Butcher
Chronicles of Narnia: The Magician's Nephew
30 Days of Night: Immortal Remains (novel) by Steve Niles & Jeff Mariotte
30 Days of Night: Rumors of the Undead (novel) by Steve Niles & Jeff Mariotte
Of Love and Evil by Anne Rice
Angel Time by Anne Rice
Icebound by Dean Koontz
The Good, the Bad, and the Uncanny by Simon R. Green
Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood by Oliver Bowden

Manga / Graphic Novels

Code Geass: Suzaku of the Counterattack Vol. 1
Code Geass Vol. 4
Uncanny X-Men: Hope Vol. 1
House of M: Fantastic Four / Iron Man
The Uncanny X-Men
House of M: World of M Featuring Wolverine

DVDs / Anime

Teen Titans, Complete 2nd Season
~~Rurouni Kenshi, Wandering Samurai (1 - 3)~~
X (1)
X (5)
~~Code Geass R2 Part 1~~
Wolf's Rain (1 - 4)
Wolf's Rain (Complete Collection II)
Dead Space: Aftermath
Resident Evil: Degeneration
(Film Favorites) Nightmare on Elm Street 1 - 4
(Film Favorites) Nightmare on Elm Stree 4 - 8
(Film Favorites) Matrix Collection
Chucky: The Killer DVD Collection

OSTs

Code Geass Lelouch of the Rebellion OST 1
Code Geass Lelouch of the Rebellion OST 2
Code Geass Lelouch of the Rebellion Sound Episode 1
Code Geass Lelouch of the Rebellion Sound Episode 2

Video Games

Metal Gear Solid (PSX)
Devil May Cry 4 (PC)
Dead Space 2 (PC)

Clothes

~~Gryffindor Track Jacket, Large (needs a small part of the seam to be re-sewn at the bottom)~~
~~Tripp Pants, Size 8 (never worn :|b)~~

electroplay @ 2011-11-01T20:48:00

2011-11-02T00:48:14Z

Some of my favoritest people ever reminded me that. It's about time for holiday cards.

That being said, if you would like to receive a card from ~~the powerful, the pleasurable, indestructible Mushu,~~ ~~the best Husbando in the history of all Husbandos,~~ ~~the manliest person on your plurk timeline~~ yours truly, drop me a line here with who I can address it to and an address, please! Naturally, all comments will be screened for your privacy. Can do international, for all you overseas folks. Alternatively, you can IM me ( ThisismyJirou ) or private plurk ( mitzachu ) me your address, if you'd prefer.

All the love, guys. All the love.

ilu, Dee

2010-03-13T23:03:30Z

"Dee": Like just-- Yamamoto addressing Chris instead of Ichiro. That speaks volumes, but it's something really subtle, y'know?
"Dee": it's perfect to who yamamoto is. You amaze me.
DiiviidebyZERO: ;; T-that really makes me happy to hear, Dee
"Dee": AND THIS IS WHY
"Dee": I MAKE THIS FACE EVERYTIME YOU TAKE ME. 8DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
DiiviidebyZERO: ... pfff
DiiviidebyZERO: Lovely typo, Dee XD
"Dee": ...........
"Dee": TAG.
"Dee": TAG
"Dee": *facepalms forever*
"Dee": *dies*
DiiviidebyZERO: Delicious typos, I can has XD
"Dee": *just dies*
"Dee": that was a doozey
"Dee": god damn
DiiviidebyZERO: XDD

One of Those Girls

2009-12-26T02:00:31Z

One of Those Girls

Disclaimer I don't own APH.

Warnings Out of characterness, Christmas-y things and other stuff you may or may not approve of.

Author’s Notes Christmas drabble for soundninjaken that she asked for here. Please excuse the hardcore fail.

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He didn’t need anyone. Or at least, Prussia had told him that for a long, long time. Companionship, allies, lovers – he didn’t need any of it.

The thought rolled through his mind on a seemingly endless loop as he sat there, crouched carefully in the large white box with its thick, black ribbon. Every few seconds, he would lift his head and one hand, tapping the lid up just enough to peer into the warmly lit room, watching the others shuffle in and out of the decorated room quickly. He listened as they trekked past and dumped their gifts, peeked out every now and again to eye the tags that held cheerful messages and were addressed to everyone but him. Not that he cared, he would pause in his infinite mantra to think every so often.

The only reason he was still sitting in this box – his awesome, awesome box addressed to the one and only – was sitting across the room. When the others would pop in and out, he’d watch them pass her or stop to say something or another. Not that he was worried they were telling her bad things about him – he just had nothing better to do. Really. Regardless, he was waiting for her to leave. She’d been there for hours, now, as far as he could remember. She’d appeared a few moments after he had snuck into the room in his oh-so-clever disguise to plant his gift that was obviously not for her. If anyone looked close enough, however, they would see that was hardly the case.

The small, surprisingly neatly wrapped gift that was clutched loosely in one hand and Prussia didn’t seem inclined to drop it any time soon. Again, he lifted his head to peek out of the box, cursing faintly to himself as West inched past to set a few gifts under the tree as well. Once he was sure the familiar looming presence of his baby brother was gone, he paused to peek out, eyeing the tags on the gifts. Italy and Japan, he noted, wrinkling his nose in disapproval. There was another beside the two that he had been prepared to investigate when she headed over, a few gifts in her arms that she nestled easily under the tree beside West’s.

He was curious to who they were for, he decided, watching as she stood and turned away – calling something to West before heading after him. Prussia perked at that, reaching to put his hands on the side of the box to stand, feet moving quickly through the small opening he had made in the bottom to carry the large disguise closer to her gift. He froze and dropped back down silently as her and West conversation would pause – listening to their murmurs of curiosity about the large present. He cursed under his breath, waiting for them to continue before peeking from beneath the lid once more, tipping the box forward to eye the nametags. West’s other gift, he observed, was addressed – ‘To ~~Prus-~~ the Idiot’. A part of him was warmed at the thought before he shook it off, shifting his attention to the other presents beside it – to the ones she had clearly taken the time to get.

His face twisted in disapproval as he observed that many of them were addressed to the other girls and the ever irritating Specs – even one for that bastard Russia! A sharp curse left him at that and he hurriedly lifted his hand to slap it over his mouth as West and the female stopped to glance over once more, voicing their curiosity louder still. This was bad, he decided, panic swelling as he fought the urge to burst from the box and shout about something or another – anything to keep them from opening the box and discovering that he had been hiding in this box like he actually cared what went on around the large decorated tree. But as their conversation picked up once more, he made a swift decision.

He had to make a break for it.

The motion was quick as he stood, bursting from the lid and dropping the box in his hand with the mess of gifts already under the tree before bolting – stumbling out of the box as he tore out of the room as fast as he could, a mere blur of white and blue to West and his companion. “What was that about,” she sighed, arching a brow and moving towards the fallen box with West in tow.

The blond only shook his head, lifting his hand to press it to his face. “Who knows,” he managed faintly, sighing and lowering his hand to glance towards the tree as if to check to see if Prussia had taken anything before pausing at the delicately wrapped parcel that had fallen next to one of the many the girl had wrapped. ‘To Hungary’, it read, with no from. He arched a brow, bending to lift it and turn it over in his hands, taking note of the yellow bird sticker stuck on the bottom.

“What’s that?” She wondered, shifting to peer around his arm at the box in his hand. He shook his head quickly, moving to settle it down among the gifts she had wrapped before straightening and placing a hand on her shoulder to steer her away.

“Nothing important, Hungary.”

She fixed him with a strange look before deciding he was probably right, eyes shifting to the tree in time to see the gift nestled beside one with a tag that read ‘To Prussia, From Hungary’.

After Dark

2009-12-13T01:36:57Z

After Dark

Disclaimer I don't own KHR. :|

Warnings Vampires, language, blood, Christmas-y things, out of character-ness and a few other things you may or may not approve of?

Author’s Notes This is a Christmas drabble for my Waifu delightfulwind that she asked for here. I’m not really one for 8059 [ Yamamoto x Gokudera ] but I tried. Please pardon the massive amounts of faaaaail.

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He let out a long breath, the delicate curls of smoke rolling from his lips in obscure patterns. Slowly, he lifted the cancerous stick back to his lips, taking another thoughtful drag before breathing out once more, watching as the smoke vanished into the darkening night air. The cigarette fell from his fingertips easily, bouncing once on the moist concrete before the toe of his sneakers shifted to grind it out entirely before reaching into his pocket in search of his pack. “Tch,” Gokudera breathed faintly, lifting a gloved hand to tug the dark scarf up and over his lips as his other hand lifted from his pocket – the white and gold packing empty. “Are you fucking serious,” he rumbled irritably, tossing the package roughly into the nearest waste bin as he started along the familiar path towards his apartment.

“This sucks,” he continued darkly, shoving his hands into his pockets after pulling his hood up and over the silvery hair, hoping to trap some of the escaping warmth. He hoped he had another pack at the apartment, he mused darkly, head lowering slightly in an attempt to block out the bright, cheerful colors that edged into the corners of his vision in a demand for his attention. There was something strangely disheartening about Christmas this year; though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Perhaps it was that lack of company – he could have cared less about the presents. Juudaime was busy and he needed his rest or else he would have considered asking to spend the holidays with him. There weren’t many other options either, he noted. Bianchi was with Reborn-san doing who knew what and Shamal had gone back to Italy for the holidays. There was always the fucking turf head – though a shiver of disapproval rolled down his spine at the idea.

He didn’t need anyone for the holidays, he decided coldly. “It’s not that damn important anyway,” he mused coldly, hurrying his pace towards his apartment. In the distance, the cheerful holiday colors of bright lights and gleaming decorations edged into his vision and he paused – the green-grey eyes lifting to sweep across the décor in the distance. He spared himself a few seconds to wonder if there was another route back to his apartment; the last thing he wanted was the blinding remind of holiday spirit that lurked on the balcony of every apartment he would pass or hung in the windows of shops and buildings. All the holiday cheer was suffocating, he decided, more pressing then the cold or stress from his lack of available nicotine. The idea of turning around and going the long way home was becoming more and more tempting the more he thought it over – the more he stared at the glare of lights and listened to the faintest hum of familiar holiday caro-

Something passed across his line of vision. It was a dark, distinctly human blur across the blinking lights, but it was entirely too fast to have been a person. Instinctively, his hands moved, diving under his clothing for the familiar feel of stiff dynamite. The gloved fingers found them quickly and no sooner than he was preparing to pull them out to light them, another shadow shot across the corner of his right eye. A cautious stiffness rose to his muscles and he took in a faint breath through his nose in an attempt to quiet any noise he could make – listening for any sign of the strange movement. “What the fuck,” he groused sharply, teeth clenching together with a ferocity that surely would have snapped any cigarette were it hanging from his lips. Was it a ghost or something, he wondered a bit too eagerly, though the excitement of the thought was lost to the pulse of irritation with this strange fucking thing.

Any further thoughts let him once more as the shadow shot past – only to pause a few feet away from him. The angle was strange, he noted instantly. Whatever it was had shifted to the perfect position to be through into the shadows despite the flash of Christmas lights. Whatever it was – it was smart, cautious in its own right. But it didn’t make a difference to him, he noted quickly, watching as it stepped forward with a deathly silence that caused the tension in his being to boil deeper and his grip to tighten on his dynamite. Slowly, its feet passed into the colorful flash of lights and he shifted back out of reflex, his hands moving in preparation to light the deadly sticks in his hands. No sooner than he started to move, it moved as well – with a deadly swiftness that caused the faintest flicker of distress to shine in the back of his mind.

“Gokudera.”

The voice was familiar – though it was low and void of the familiar happy lilt. Though he didn’t find that nearly as pressing as the hands that were suddenly on his wrists, holding them in place with a steel grip. “I have something for you,” the voice continued faintly and slowly, the grip on his wrists loosened after a few, long seconds – as if gauging the other’s anger, his mood.

No sooner than the grip was loosened, Gokudera responded, his anger flaring in deadly pulses. “You fucking bastard!” He tucked a few of the sticks away – though he was beginning to wonder if upsetting Juudaime was worth taking out his anger on him. “Juudaime has been fucking worried! Where the hell did you run off t-” He was shifting as if to turn when those hands were on him again, grabbing his shoulders from behind and keeping him from moving. His breath caught at that and his fists shook with the need to lash out, to slam his fists into the shadowy face that was spouting off that damned depressing voice.

“Don’t turn around,” he ordered faintly, keeping his hold on Gokudera’s shoulder, “I don’t have a lot of time. I just came to give you something.” Gokudera took note of the hand that lifted from his shoulder – listening closely for the shuffling of clothing or a bag to tell him that bastard was looking for whatever it was that was so damn important. “Here,” he continued not even a second later, sliding his arm around Gokudera’s waist to flash the delicately wrapped, crimson parcel and its blue ribbon. “It’s not much, but its hard to find a lot of stores that are open late at night,” he continued with a faint, familiar chuckle.

“Dammit, Yamamoto, this cryptic shi-” Gokudera’s words died on his tongue as he felt familiar arms wind around his waist, pulling him back against the too familiar, hard chest. Another sharp breath and the world around him came to a crashing hold as he felt Takeshi shift to bury his face into his throat. The cold brush of skin was too strange, he found himself musing. It was cold, but his skin was like ice. “Shit, you’re freezing, let go!” He shifted in the nearly forgotten hold but Takeshi tightened his arms, head lifting to brush his lips along the pale throat, pressing to flutter of pulse that beat faster under the brush of lips. “Yamamoto!”

The lips pressed harder and Gokudera shifted further in the hold he’d been taken in. His hands tightened on the box they were holding, fighting the hands suddenly moving to keep him from squirming away. “Yamamoto, I’m going to kick your a-.. ah…” His head fell back with a sharp cry – a strange mixture of surprise and pain as ivory teeth took hold of his skin. The need to try and escape the hold rose in his being once more but he found himself frozen, locked in a dangerous hold that was more than the tangible force of the Rain Guardian restraining him. His mind raced with a way out, a whimper squeezing from his throat as he felt the trickling warmth leaking from the tears in his flesh. He cursed loudly as those teeth pressed harder, a low noise lifting in Takeshi’s throat at the taste.

“Merry Christmas,” Takeshi whispered faintly as his teeth relinquished their deadly hold, the tip of the moist tongue sliding across the broken skin.

Dance Dance Vongola

2009-08-10T05:03:54Z

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.

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 Leon – disappear around another corner. Where was he going, Tsuna sighed, moving to quickly hurry after him.

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.

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