COUPLE SEVEN, ALWYN & HIROKI

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/10rqpsk.jpg] a dark figure moved through the night like a phantom. this figure was a messenger from the missing reborn-sama, but the messenger was the bringer of reborn-sama’s notorious holiday games. the vongola-style games have long since been played out by tsunayoshi-sama and his guardians. each holiday brought about a different game, and it was currently valentine’s day. this day was known for match-making galore during reborn-sama’s early years, but he had settled on a wonderful game almost ten years ago. this game was no cakewalk. participants were split up at random into pairs of two, and they had to spend the day acting like a true couple. the fake couples were all scored, and the highest scorers earned two tickets to the namimori zoo while the losers earned a one-way trip to death. there has never been a report of death from this game though, so no one really expected that to be the punishment. a revised edition of this game allowed for the losers to act as the personal slave to the winners for a full twenty-four hours. those were the rules, and the rules have once again come into play. a new game was beginning, and the cast has been selected. reborn’s message read thusly, “you’ve been selected to compete in the vongola-style valentine’s day. be grateful. the loser gets death, and the winner receives a glorious prize. act like a couple with your partner to succeed, and be sure to arrive at your destination on time. the times and destinations are written on another paper. do your best, and i’ll know if you don’t compete. so do your best.” tagged ## alwyn throne and hiroki itoshiki credit ## template by pademelon of on the edge!

[ALWYN THRONE]

dark chuckles filled the late night air as obsidian eyes stared down at a piece of innocent white paper. the paper was the bringer of bad news for the young purplette, but he would have to work around it. more soft chuckling filled the night air as wyn glared down at his victim. the thrill from punishing someone was exhilarating, but he would have to leave if he planned to be ready for his “date.” wyn’s glare hardened, and he hissed, aren’t you lucky, swine? the distraught male just nodded and fled as wyn set out toward his apartment. obsidian eyes slowly lightened back to a startling amethyst. alwyn appeared in his apartment much like a ghost, and he left in the same fashion. his feet took him to the famous namimori cosplay café even though his eyes were focused on the message. a mysterious date? the purplette only hoped that hiro-hime wasn’t participating as well, but it would be fun to see who would have to put up with his antics for the day.

[HIROKI ITOSHIKI]

Hiroki groaned. A Vongola game, eh? Well, what perplexed him is why he convinced himself to participate in this game. Although it would allow him possible ties with other families in some manner, it still sounded stupid no matter how many times he read and reread the piece of paper. Act…couple-like? Ughhh this particular game was going to be difficult. Especially since he was dating..well..a certain purple haired boy. He blushed a little at that thought but shook his head, anticipating the nagging he was going to get later when Alwyn finds out that he joined in the game. He had decided that on this ‘date’, he had to take an approach of a clumsy date. To avoid any romantic situations, pretend to slip or accidentally sneeze or maybe ask shyly like some cute little girl if his date could buy him something really expensive, acting cutesy about it. Assuming his date was a boy of the more dominant persuasion. Assuming his date was a girl who was a typical ‘girl girl’ then his tactic would change since he could be forced into the dominant position. In that position, pretend to be the ‘shy schoolboy’. It was simple, really. He decided to be just barely on time, like his usual self. Giving an excuse like he wanted to look appropriate for the occasion or whatever. As he got to the destination, a cosplay café, he noticed something odd. The person who was there had that familiar. purple. hair. Just his luck..it was Alwyn! Someone was playing a joke with him..and it wasn’t funny! But wait…why was Alwyn here anyway?! Aside from being his partner, why did he also sign up for such a thing?! …well, even if he is a vongola guardian it still annoyed and shocked him that he was there. Annoyed because he didn’t like that Alwyn was participating in this event and could have been paired with someone else. Shocked because, well, his partner was Alwyn, like Fate’s idea of a joke. “A-Alwyn?! What are you doing here?!” He exclaimed, obviously surprised.

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[ALWYN THRONE]

amethyst eyes darted in the direction of the sound of his name, and his body immediately tensed. his hands itched to ring reborn’s neck, but he was also slightly relieved that hiroki hadn’t ended up at someone else’s mercy. the purplette forced a smile onto his face before allowing his body to move closer to his red head. hiro-hime, what a pleasant surprise. i never would have guessed that i’d end up working with you. maybe reborn-sama isn’t as sadistic as people say he is. then again… why are you even participating in this game? alwyn had stopped a few meager inches from his boyfriend with the same forced smile on his lips, but his eyes held the confusion he truly felt. anyway, i’m here because reborn-sama always forces the varia and vognola members to participate. he seems to think that if it’s vongola-style, vongola has to be represented. the illusionist shrugged his shoulders slightly before turning his attention to the cosplay café. but… let’s have some fun since we’re here. we didn’t get to come last time we were out together. i bet reborn-sama already picked out our costumes as well.

[HIROKI ITOSHIKI]

The little redhead had so many things running in his mind, he could only imagine what was going on in Alwyn’s. He knew that for some reason, Alwyn had a particular attachment towards him and so knowing that thought made him feel guilty for some reason. Even if it was a Valentine’s Day event and he did have to pretend to be ‘couple-like,’ he didn’t know that he would have to pretend to be couple-like until he got the note. He just assumed it be some kind of party, or whatever. Even when he did get the paper, he had no intentions of being overly romantic. Of course, being a slave was a no. But there were other means of being ‘romantic’ without actually having to be so touchy feely or whatever. Of course, this was going to be a pain to explain. He felt a little relieved somehow when he heard that Alwyn didn’t really sign up for this of his own will. “I signed up for this expecting it to be some kind of party, not this kind of ‘pairing up’ idea. Also, I had no intentions of really being couple-like when I did this. Events like this is a good way of getting ties with mafias, ne? I am an information collector.” He said stubbornly. It was a response that was very like-him. Well, a ‘like-him’ in a way that it’s the real way he would think and act instead of a mask. The purplette seemed to have a knack for taking off his mask. He blinked when he heard that infamous word… ‘costumes’? He had a look that said ‘don’t-you-dare-put-me-in-a-dress-again-that-just-won’t-happen-never-again-and-never-speak-of-it.’ He tentatively followed Alwyn into..that cosplays café..thing…yeah… “What..did he pick?” He asked unenthusiastically.

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[ALWYN THRONE]

the purplette just smiled softly and shook his head a bit. sometimes he didn’t quite understand what went on in hiroki’s mind, but he supposed it was better that way. it kept him from understanding why the red head even approached him. amethyst hues focused on one of the waitresses as she approached. the illusionist merely folded his arms over his chest as she spoke. we’re here because of reborn-sama. his muttered words were accompanied by a slight blush as the girl giggled softly, but she quickly regained her professional countenance and started pointing toward the dressing area. a scowl painted itself on alwyn’s features as he took hiroki’s wrist and started walking toward the mentioned area. reborn-sama likes to joke apparently, hiro-sama. we’re in for a long day, and don’t say anything about the costume. you won’t like it. either way… you’re not going to be able to get out of it. stupid baby and knowing exactly how to make people bend to his will. a word for the wise… don’t piss off the waitresses. the guardian’s voice came out in a low hiss as he stopped next to the dressing rooms. his scowl deepened when he caught sight of the costumes. really… who decides to make people dress up as characters from an anime called “tsubasa”… or something like that.

[HIROKI ITOSHIKI]

He frowned a little when he saw Alwyn blush, feeling a touch of..jealousy perhaps? No! No such thing as some girly emotion of ‘jealousy’ of seeing one’s boyfriend should cross the little redhead’s mind…w-wait…Boyfriend? He blushed inwardly at that thought and waved it away as he grabbed Alwyn’s hand clumsily, being possessive over Alwyn despite the waitress being no real competition. “F-for the competition or whatever,” He said while blushing, using the competition as a pretense for him trying to hold Alwyn’s hand. He blinked when in reality, as usual, Alwyn took the lead, grabbing his wrist as he was dragged along to the aforementioned area. So this Reborn-sama…to sum it up, Hiroki found him a bit annoying if he got to make all the rules and they had no say whether they liked it or not. Hiroki liked to have some form of control….By the way…the waitresses? He made a brief glance at the seemingly harmless waitress and sweat dropped. Really, no day in the mafia was boring, huh? He blinked when he saw the costumes and blushed. “…This..can’t be from some cartoon…can it..?” He took a glance at both outfits and sighed inwardly, seeing that one of them. was. a. girl’s. outfit. How pleasant… “D-do we have to wear that? More importantly, do I have to wear the girl’s outfit?” He asked in a polite voice, though obviously forcing a forced smile under a ‘I-don’t-want-to-do-this’ face.

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