Title: An Unlikely Romance [1/?]
Author:lyra_star andivy_queen
Series: KHR!
Characters/pairings: Tsuna, Dino, Hibari (hints of D18)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some violence, but that is to be expected with Hibari around.
Summary: Dino's latest visit to Japan stirs things up a bit in the Vongola Family.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me.
A/N: In one last attempt to get over my writer's block, I suggested the idea of a fic collaboration to lyra and she pounced on the idea. I gave her the choice of choosing the fandom and pairing...and she pays back my kindness by forcing me to write D18! Grrrr! I'm not exactly a big fan, but she is. So we'll see how this works out. Btw, comments are appreciated.
 

He is being patronizing. And he knows that Kyouya will kill him for being so agonizingly patronizing. But he can’t help it. He has seen Japanese women in those pretty clothes, but men?

And effeminate men like Kyouya really should not wear such effeminate clothing.

“Sooooo…” 

Kyouya has been glaring at him ever since he had come crashing through the paper doors. The glare he is sporting now – and he looks like a fussed up wife in his very humble opinion – is murderous. But he has had worse.

“So, you’re wearing a dress then, Kyouya?”

He is controlling the snickers that are threatening to erupt out of him. He’s probably not doing a great job. Kyouya’s killing intent has jumped from 30% to a full 100%.

“So men in Japan wear dresses?”

He is not sure what happens next.

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He comes to consciousness with a baseball sized bump on the side of his head and a throbbing headache that makes him want to knock himself out. But then he feels Tsuna’s slightly exasperated put-upon aura which helps him straighten up to an almost upright position. He can’t sit up fully. Not with the throbbing head. Damn that Kyouya!

Looking around he notes that he is on the soft sofa that Gokudera and Lambo occasionally takes to napping on inside Tsuna’s spacious office in the basement complex that serves as the Vongola base. His head still feels fuzzy, his mouth feels as though someone has taken great pains in stuffing it full of cotton. His eyesight is blurry.

But that is alright, he can make out his adopted younger brother’s gravity-defying hair. Or was that the chair?

“Gah…”

“Dino-san,”

Tsuna sounds as if he wants to start banging his head on his expensive pure varnished oak table. The strain of controlling himself shows in the way he is fidgeting on his equally if not more expensive leather chair.

"Don't let me stop you,"

He understands the want of having a good head banging. He's gone through such stages in his life.

"What?"

Tsuna sounds only a slightly bit confused, like he knows that Dino is not himself without the eccentricities.

"Go on, bang your head!"

"Dino-san!"

He grins at the exasperation that colours Tsuna's voice. Now, to move onto more important businesses.

“Kyouya,”

“Knocked you out by slamming his tea pot onto the side of your head,”

“He would destroy his property for me?”

He sounds vaguely awed and extremely honoured to himself. He wonders if that is a sane reaction.

But when dealing with Kyouya, one realizes that insane is not necessarily insane and sane is not necessarily sane, and sometimes insane is actually sane and sane is insane. Or something. He’s not feeling extremely articulate at the moment anyway.

Meanwhile Tsuna is being unusually cute ranting about the proper etiquette in dealing with his temperamental cloud guardian.

He can’t be blamed for raising one eyebrow, which makes Tsuna in turn stutter to a full stop.

Someone telling him how to deal with his little apprentice is unbelievable. Considering the fact that he is  the one who actually trained Kyouya to be who he is today.

“Oh, do continue, Tsuna,”

His voice has taken a deep purring quality that makes people piss in their pants.

His clumsiness makes people forget that he is and will be the boss of an extremely powerful mafia family. He tolerates it in others, but not in people like Tsuna.

Tsunayoshi should have known better.

He probably should have felt it coming. But he still has the baseball-sized bump on the side of his head, a throbbing headache and his mouth still feels like it’s stuffed with cotton.

“Stop threatening him,”

That is two bumps in one day. Sometimes he surprises even himself!

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"Ouch! Try to be gentle, Kyouya! I know that you are awfully repressed and cannot express yourself without resorting to violence, but still hold back from abusing this priceless body of- eek!"

Hibari grunts in annoyance as his tonfas miss the idiotic blonde's head as the other man tries an elaborate flip over the back of the sofa, catching one if his long legs on the edge and landing in an awkward mess on the floor. A smirk tugs at his lips at the dazed look on Dino Cavallone's stupid face as the man tries without much success to disentangle his limbs in an attempt to stand up.

The man has never failed to provide some form of amusement to Hibari, which is the only thing that has kept him from sending the blonde six feet under for his casual attempts to grope him during training.

"You meanie! You will die a virgin!"

...or maybe he will stuff the man into a coffin after all.

He tightens his grip on his weapons, getting ready for another blow when a hand dares to tug on his jacket.

"Hibari-san, could you please lower your weapons and..."

Scowling at Sawada Tsunayoshi, who bravely maintains eye-contact after several years of having to deal with the volatile Cloud Guardian, he turns away from the simpering blonde and sits on the sofa quietly.

"Thank you!" Sawada practically blinds him with his smile. Tsk, stupid brat!

Cavallone snorts behind him before perching on the armrest of the sofa, keeping a wary distance from the brooding younger man. "That's quite something, Tsuna. Your smile can melt even this frigid little fish,"

Hibari calmly shoves the older man off the sofa.

Sawada looks exasperated. "Please act your age, Dino-san. And Hibari-san, refrain from abusing people who are weaker than you," he requests with a too-innocent smile as Cavallone squawks in outrage.

"Just wait a minute, Tsuna! I will have you know that I am the boss of the Cavallone Family and not some wishy-washy weak idiot who can be kicked around by your moody little puppy,"

Hibari's tonfa bounces off the blond head.

"Right. I can see that," The younger boss pushes Cavallone onto his chair before he can retaliate and positions himself between his Cloud Guardian and self-proclaimed big brother. "Now, what brings you to Japan this time?"

The Cavallone Tenth grins aimlessly for a while, as if the question did not make sense to him. Then his cheerful demeanor breaks down, his lips turning downwards and eyes growing dim. He slumps forward on the chair and shoots a strange look at Hibari before glancing out the huge window by the table.

Hibari frowns slightly as he observes the man discreetly. 

"Dino-san?" Sawada asks again, hesitation clear in his voice,

"My family thinks that it's time for me to settle down," Cavallone mumbles quietly, eyes steadfastly avoiding the sofa. Sawada looks confused for a moment before glancing at his quiet Guardian nervously. "They wish for me to be married soon. Isn't that great?"  He chuckles, the humour absent on his face. "What do you guys think?"

The room is silent for a while. Cavallone keeps his gaze away from him, while Sawada keeps looking back and forth between them, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. Hibari suddenly feels odd - awkward and angry and confused. And very discarded. Why?  Maybe it is because Cavallone is suddenly ignoring his presence. Or maybe it is because of the pitying look Sawada has on his face. He does not understand the reason behind the pity. Why should it be directed at him?

"Then do as they say and stop moaning about it, herbivore!" he practically snarls after a few more minutes of thick silence. The last straw is the flash of hurt that he sees in the older man's eyes before he schools his face into his trademark grin.

He leaves the room before the idiot could come up with a stupid response.

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