Play with me

[simpleruser]

1. go here
2. pick a character
3. reply with character request in the subject line, build up a scene of your preference (tl;dr, au, canon, crack, short, I don't even mind)
4. I will bang it like a heavy metal band

(shamelessly ganked from the lovely sugartits)

Comments

[naturalbornkiller]

[Handling Gokudera got a lot easier when he stopped outright hating Yamamoto. Maybe he can convince him one day that eating sushi together is actually fun!

... Nah.]

Okay! Let's eat some shrimp instead.

[derachan]

[Gokudera picks up his step some more and adds 'shrimp' to his list of reasons that he can't actually kick Yamamoto out of the family.]

Fine, but it had better be great shrimp.

[naturalbornkiller]

[Is it a long list?]

Don't let dad hear you. He wouldn't give you free sushi anymore if you said his food was anything less than the best.

[derachan]

Hmph. [It's a tiny list. He has a gargantuan one of reasons to. He's derived a formula for the point where he will have to toss Yamamoto out. He's going to adjust it for the shrimp.]

I'm going to say it's as good as it is. It's been satisfactory so I keep eating it, that's the best compliment I can give.

[naturalbornkiller]

[The family needs him.]

Good enough for me!

[Oh look it's his father's restaurant, he's just going to open the door for you Gokudera. Right-hand men first.]

[derachan]

[They need him for now.

Gokudera slouches through the doorway and takes a spot at the bar. Even though he sits there every time he goes it's not his spot. Unless someone else sits there. Then it's definitely his spot that they've taken.

Fuck. He should probably start some small talk.]

Did you fail that test we had?

[naturalbornkiller]

[It's so his spot.
Yamamoto sinks down on the stool next to him.]

I almost passed it haha.

[He scored 23%]

You probably got 100 didn't you?

[derachan]

Dumbass, if you don't start pulling your weight you're going to drag down the tenth! [He got 102%, one of the questions had a typo he corrected.]

Next time I'll tutor you so you don't cause us further disgrace.

[naturalbornkiller]

No way, Tsuna passed!?

[Now who will take remedial classes with him?]

Really? Thanks!

[Let him give you food to show his gratitude. Here you go Gokudera, have some quality shrimp.]

[derachan]

[He breaks the chopsticks without a single heed to his grades. Gokudera doesn't need luck he has maths.]

Of course he did. I pulled him into an intensive all night study session and ensured his victory. [Plus that teacher is a pushover and could feel Gokudera's glare bumping Tsuna's mark up to exactly a pass.

The shrimp is delicious.]

You can tell your old man that this is good.

[naturalbornkiller]

[Yamamoto, on the other hand, breaks his chopsticks apart carefully. Grinning wide as they split evenly down the middle.]

Tsuna is pretty great.

[He shoves the sushi into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.]

[derachan]

[Gokudera pops another piece of sushi into his mouth, it really is excellent. He'll have to study the old man's technique some day, surely there is some way to derive the exact origin of the delicious.]

The tenth is more than great! He is the future of the family and will uphold the name and lead us to great heights.

[naturalbornkiller]

[He swallows the bite.]

Don't you expect a little too much of him?

[derachan]

[He shoots Yamamoto a look.]

Don't you think he can do it?

[naturalbornkiller]

[He raises his hands, palms outward. Look Gokudera, he's harmless.]

He can, but I don't think it's very fair to expect him to carry all that weight on his own. We're his family right? We should help him with that.

[derachan]

[Shut up, his threat level is at two point five, he could attack at any moment.

Gokudera pokes Yamamoto with his chopsticks to make a point. The point is that he's serious.]

He's not going to carry it all on his own, I'm taking the burden from his left hand you can take a tiny bit from somewhere else.

The Tenth can't possibly not succeed.

[naturalbornkiller]

[He rubs at the place where Gokudera poked him, that's not nice man.]

Can I be the right hand then?

[Yes, excellent idea. Let's make Gokudera angrier.]

[derachan]

[Wow, no, he did not]

I take it back. You can support yourself.

[He pops another piece of sushi into his mouth. Delicious.]

I will support all of the Tenth.

[naturalbornkiller]

Hahaha that's horrible Gokudera. You can't kick me out of the family, Tsuna won't allow it.

[At least he really hopes Tsuna won't allow it.]

[derachan]

[He pokes Yamamoto with his chopsticks again.]

If you can't even support yourself first then you don't belong in the family.

[naturalbornkiller]

[Where are your tablemanners, poking someone with your chopsticks isn't very hygenic. Still, Yamamoto picks up his chopsticks as well and tries to block Gokudera's prods.]

I'm not saying I can't, I'd just rather not do that.

I like this mafia game and the family.

[derachan]

[Mafia. Game. Gokudera slaps Yamamoto's chopsticks away with his own, trying to dart them in and poke Yamamoto again.]

Pull your weight and then some. Don't trail behind the rest of us, this is a serious family!

[naturalbornkiller]

[He dodges and launches a counter attack, time for a full blown chopstick war.]

I am pulling my weight! Maybe you shouldn't take this all so seriously. We're still in high school and we're allowed to just have fun once in a while right?

[derachan]

Doing your best to make the family proud is fun, baseball idiot.

[Oh no he doesn't. Gokudera can take him, his fighting skills will blow Yamamoto out of the water. Mid range explosives translate into chopstick wars so easily.

They don't, and one of his chopsticks snaps, tumbling to the floor.]

Now look what you did.

[naturalbornkiller]

Sure! But can't we go to a baseball game once in a while to?

[Who even brings explosives into a chopstick war?]

Me? That was all you!