Sawada Tsunayoshi: "So, am I a king or am I Alice?"
Reborn knelt on one knee by the bedside, gently lifting Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand and pressing a light, butterfly-touch kiss upon it.
As you wish.
Vongola placed his right hand over his heart, bowing his head slightly in deep devotion: "At your service, my lord."
Don't think I haven't seen Black Butler. Your cosplay isn't convincing at all; you aren't even wearing a black tailcoat.
Ah, you caught me. There's nothing I can do about that then.
Don't try to act cute, sir.
Vongola lay at the head of the bed, his hand resting on Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand. His hand could completely envelop Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand; it was long, powerful, warm, broad.
He winked at Sawada Tsunayoshi. "Can't a Boss act cute?"
He is so good at this! Although he really didn't want to admit it, Sawada Tsunayoshi was so bewitched that he was left speechless.
His fingers were pried open one by one by Vongola's, Vongola's palm pressed his fingers upward. As their palms pressed together, it was clearly visible that the fingers opposite his were a notch higher. Vongola revealed a look of pleasant surprise: "So cute."
That's right, no matter how much you try to act cute, you really are cute.
What is he saying? How can he be like this!
Sawada Tsunayoshi's face turned an embarrassing shade of red.
Fortunately, Reborn quickly let go of his hand and stood up. "Alright, the Guardian Knight is going to get you some food now. You must be hungry, right? Just wait here for a little while; this time, it will definitely be a sweet dream."
The door closed, leaving Sawada Tsunayoshi alone.
He stared at the back of his hand; a spot there felt very hot, the very spot that had been kissed.
He pinched his thigh hard. "Ow, that didn't even hurt!"
It really was a dream after all; it was indeed fake. How could something like that ever happen in the real world?
But why did he dream of such a strange man, a man with such a strange name? Shouldn't he have dreamt of cute girls instead?
Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't understand it, he wanted to jump off the bed to look around.
A sudden loud boom erupted from outside, a sharp explosion; he stared intently at the door.
“Ah, I'm going to go see young Sawada Tsunayoshi! He's at his most naive stage, the Sawada Tsunayoshi that even Reborn hasn't met!”
“Byakuran, get out of here! I haven't even met the Tenth Generation from ten years ago yet, you still dare to show up? Go die!”
Tsuna said that he would handle this matter, no one is allowed to disturb the two of them.
Clang, clang, bang, bang, ding, ding, dong, dong.
I heard something good is happening here, what are you all doing!
Varia, what are you all meddling for? Get out of here, all of you! I will defend the Tenth Generation's safety to the death!
Bang, thud!
What was happening outside? Ever since he realized it was a dream, he no longer felt any fear, he simply got out of bed to go and take a look.
Suddenly, it went quiet outside.
He heard Reborn's voice, low and laced with danger: "What are you all doing?"
“Sawada Tsunayoshi, listen to me, I want to go see it too!”
Tian Xiaozhi, I want to go!
From the crack in the door, Sawada Tsunayoshi saw a flash of icy light, in the next moment, a chill seeped through the gap.
Hayato, Takeshi, move them away.
Click, the door opened, Sawada Tsunayoshi met the eyes of Vongola. The expression that had been as cold as frost instantly melted, Vongola knelt down: "What's wrong? Are you hungry? I'm back."
Sawada Tsunayoshi saw a white-haired person and a black-haired person above his head, both of them staring at him eagerly.
He also saw two ice sculptures.
Vongola suddenly realized: "Ah, so you saw this. Forget about it quickly; it's not our main objective for today."
How could I possibly forget that immediately?
Besides, that black-haired man looked somewhat familiar.
I feel like I've seen him somewhere before. Where was it?
Oh dear, I accidentally let you see Takeshi, my apologies, Sawada Tsunayoshi. You aren't allowed to remember this, I'm afraid. Sorry about that, Reborn.
Kufufufu, sinful Vongola, even deceiving your past self.. you truly are the evil Mafia.
Before Tsuna could even figure out what had happened, a wave of dizziness washed over him. Vongola used his arms to support his body, gently stroking his eyes: "Forget what just happened, we have a more important journey ahead of us today."
In the next second, Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his eyes and saw Vongola holding a fragrant meal before him: "Eat up, Sawada-kun, you must be very hungry."
Sawada Tsunayoshi was indeed hungry; because it was a dream, he ate the food without feeling any embarrassment in front of a stranger.
After finishing the meal, Vongola took the things away.
Then, another set of clothes was brought for Tsuna to change into—an exquisitely crafted outfit that made him look like a little prince.
Exquisite cuffs, a comfortable fit, gorgeous decorations—Sawada Tsunayoshi stood before the mirror, unable to believe it was himself.
Amazing, so this is what I can look like.
To wear such magnificent clothing in a dream? Is he really that narcissistic?
"Of course, no one can dictate your style; you can live any way you want." Vongola placed his hands on his shoulders, lowered his head slightly, rested his chin on Sawada Tsunayoshi's head, said lazily.
The Guardian Knight will protect your every thought. Today's time belongs to the two of us, so please close your eyes; we are about to begin our first attraction.
Vongola's large palm covered Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes. Tsuna's eyelashes trembled nervously against the palm, another burst of low laughter drifted over.
Sawada Tsunayoshi thought with a hint of annoyance, Vongola laughed far too much; was he really that funny?
3.2.1, open your eyes.
As the hand was moved away, Tsuna opened his eyes with a tremble, finding himself entranced by a paradise filled with laughter and joy.
A giant pendulum swing, a merry-go-round, a Ferris wheel, a music box, there were also balloons and clown performances.
The surroundings were filled with laughter and joy, with crowds of people flowing through the area; they were laughing, singing, circling around a small teddy bear.
Everyone had carefree smiles on their faces.
"It's an amusement park," Sawada Tsunayoshi murmured.
That's right, it's an amusement park. Our first stop is the Ocean of Joy, the amusement park. You can play here all day today.
Vongola pushed Sawada Tsunayoshi forward.
For our first stop, let's go find a teddy bear and get a balloon.
Chapter 64: Conan Live Day 24
I still have to go to the mixer.
Because Sawada Tsunayoshi himself had experienced that subtle malicious attack, he was very worried about Hara Kenji.
At that time, he had clearly been very resistant to this matter, he didn't know why he had changed his mind so quickly.
The next day, he got his answer from a classmate who happened to be sick as well.
Ah, you mean the mixer? I know, I know, it's the mixer for Hara's organization, right? It's a pity I have a fracture, otherwise I'd want to go too.
His companion said, "Who said it was Hara's organization? How come I didn't know? It's always Ishida who's been talking."
Ishida was the one speaking to Hara Kenji with malice.
Exactly, it was Ishida who said it. Hara was the one who organized this mixer.
But Ishida said that, Hara didn't explicitly say so. Besides, Hara isn't even close with Ishida; if anyone were to say it, it should be those people he's close with. Why would he let Ishida say these things instead of saying them himself?
Wait, you're confusing me. In any case, the mixer is happening, Hara is going too. He hasn't denied that this was his idea, so I don't know what you're obsessing over.
I don't know what I'm obsessing over either; I guess I just simply can't stand Ishida. He's always jealous of others. Once, when I wouldn't say that I had been praised by the instructor, he gave me a sinister look, I heard him mutter under his breath that I was just showing off.
Wow, so that's the kind of person he is. Since he can't stand others, he probably doesn't hold back from badmouthing the beloved disciples of teachers like Sawada Tsunayoshi, Furuya Rei, Date Wataru, Matsuda Jinpei, Hiromitsu, Hara Kenji either.
Of course, that's why I'm saying something is wrong here.
They were only there to change their bandages and had stopped by the restroom, it was then that Sawada Tsunayoshi overheard their conversation.
He didn't pay much attention to the other students in his class, so he hadn't expected such a person to be hiding among them, but since Koji Yamadani was already there, it wasn't surprising to have more strange people around.
Since it wasn't a mixer organized by Hara Kenji, why would he go, what was that person named Ishida trying to do by using Hara Kenji's name, what was in it for him?
What complicated interpersonal relationships.
As expected, he has a filter over the police academy; in reality, there is no place in this world that is absolutely pure and peaceful. Everything is relative; the Port Mafia has true feelings, while there is darkness within the police.
This is probably the complexity of human nature that Reborn spoke about in class.
At night, Sawada Tsunayoshi was pulled aside by Hara Kenji to change into a new outfit. Tsunayoshi tugged at the vest on his body somewhat awkwardly, then adjusted the zipper on his pants: "Is it really okay for me to dress like this?"
Hara Kenji guaranteed, "It's definitely fine. I have quite a lot of confidence in my taste."
At this moment, Sawada Tsunayoshi was wearing a type of clothing he wouldn't normally wear, transforming from a simple, plain youth into a fashionable urban boy.
Hara Kenji was still puzzled: "Since it's a mixer, you obviously can't go in a hoodie; it's disrespectful to the ladies' makeup and formal attire. But how do you still look so young? It's strange."
Heh, how could he not find it strange? Even if you dress me up however you want, I can't suddenly turn into a twenty-year-old.
But this is still very cool. Let's go, it's time to keep the appointment.
The mixer was held in a luxury KTV, where five beautifully dressed girls were seated. As soon as Hara Kenji entered, he greeted them warmly; he could call out everyone's name and sincerely praise how clever their accessories were.
The atmosphere in the private room was excellent; even Sawada Tsunayoshi was not left out. Some girls asked him his name and even praised him for being cute.
Well, being called cute was proof that the other person had no intention of pursuing a romance.
He was like a mascot, sitting in place and eating.
Before long, the other classmates attending the mixer also arrived. Among them, Ishida's outfit was the most extravagant; he wore a suit and a shiny gold watch, boasting loudly about how expensive his watch was, how complex his outfit was, how he even had a luxury car waiting outside.
For a moment, his voice was the only one in the private room. Sawada Tsunayoshi noticed that several of the girls looked quite uncomfortable, their smiles appearing strained at best.