This is so good. *happy sigh* I love crazy assassin Yamamoto, and his bet with Reborn, and everything. I know I say this about almost all of your fic, but it seriously just fills me with glee. *hearts*
It's really hard to pick just a few of my favorite lines, but I'll try...
Takeshi steers Gokudera outside and isn’t overly surprised to find Hibari lurking there, miserable as a wet cat. Hibari hates cities in general, Italian cities in particular, and Palermo and Naples with a fiery, personal loathing. But Chrome is here, and Hibari has occasional fits of, um. Being where Chrome is.
...
“He’s trying to say that Yamamoto’s been in love with you since we were kids, apparently everyone knows this but you, and, incidentally, how stupid are you?” Kurokawa announces, barging in the door with two armfuls of paperwork, one of which she dumps in front of Tsuna (who groans), and the other of which she brandishes at Gokudera (whose face doesn’t even know what to do with itself). “Have a personal crisis on your own time,” she continues. “You promised you’d translate these for me, and since you’re here, that’s what you’re going to do if I have to tie you to a chair and make you.”
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Takeshi can tell he’ll be laughing for a while, so he sits down on the floor next to Tsuna and settles in. Pretty soon, Tsuna puts a careful arm around him, guiding Takeshi’s forehead down to rest on his shoulder. Looking tough is one of the few things in life that Tsuna never seems to worry about.
...
“Hey,” Takeshi says after he doesn’t know how long, too long, “how was your Hibari vacation?”
“Oh my God,” Tsuna snaps, suddenly exasperated. “I don’t even believe you.”
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“Your father,” Reborn says, “is worried that you love me best.”
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Reborn doesn’t want a son. He wants to rewrite history, and Yamamoto is willing to sit back, smile, and let him try. It’s a perfect arrangement.
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Date: 2011-11-11 04:41 am (UTC)It's really hard to pick just a few of my favorite lines, but I'll try...
Takeshi steers Gokudera outside and isn’t overly surprised to find Hibari lurking there, miserable as a wet cat. Hibari hates cities in general, Italian cities in particular, and Palermo and Naples with a fiery, personal loathing. But Chrome is here, and Hibari has occasional fits of, um. Being where Chrome is.
...
“He’s trying to say that Yamamoto’s been in love with you since we were kids, apparently everyone knows this but you, and, incidentally, how stupid are you?” Kurokawa announces, barging in the door with two armfuls of paperwork, one of which she dumps in front of Tsuna (who groans), and the other of which she brandishes at Gokudera (whose face doesn’t even know what to do with itself). “Have a personal crisis on your own time,” she continues. “You promised you’d translate these for me, and since you’re here, that’s what you’re going to do if I have to tie you to a chair and make you.”
...
Takeshi can tell he’ll be laughing for a while, so he sits down on the floor next to Tsuna and settles in. Pretty soon, Tsuna puts a careful arm around him, guiding Takeshi’s forehead down to rest on his shoulder. Looking tough is one of the few things in life that Tsuna never seems to worry about.
...
“Hey,” Takeshi says after he doesn’t know how long, too long, “how was your Hibari vacation?”
“Oh my God,” Tsuna snaps, suddenly exasperated. “I don’t even believe you.”
...
“Your father,” Reborn says, “is worried that you love me best.”
...
Reborn doesn’t want a son. He wants to rewrite history, and Yamamoto is willing to sit back, smile, and let him try. It’s a perfect arrangement.
YAY~