See? I'm still writing for this!

This was written mostly to cheer myself up because there has been a steady influx of shitty things happening in rl right now and I needed some distractions. Not my best one, but the idea was funny and it wouldn't leave me alone.

So uh, yeah.

Title: Babydoll
Characters/ Pairings: Sawada Tsunayoshi, Gokudera Hayato, Bianchi, mentions of other characters; Dino/Bianchi because why not?
Rating: T for Gokudera's mouth
Warnings: Coarse language and innuendo(?)
Summary: Tsuna observes the weird, but fascinating rituals of his right-hand man and his sister.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am but a poor Biology major.

Unbeta-ed. Mistakes are mine.

Babydoll

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"Hey Tsuna," Bianchi drawls as she pushes her way inside Vongola Decimo's office, her black heels click-clacking against the polished hardwood floor. "Can I borrow Hayato for a minute?" The pink-haired assassin asks, nonchalantly interrupting his meeting with his right-hand man and really, you'd think that people would give him some sort of respect now that he's actually the boss, but alas.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looks up from his staring contest with Gokudera ready to tell Bianchi that no, she can't borrow her brother because said brother was still too busy being reprimanded for picking a fight with—wait for it—Belphegor and subsequently destroying a large chunk of the garden (as well as the foyer of the Varia's castle, but that was completely out of Tsuna's jurisdiction, and was definitely not his problem), when the words die in his throat. Because aside from the five-inch deathtraps Bianchi likes to call shoes, she wasn't wearing much of anything; just black lacy lingerie that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

And oh, that's a new one; she apparently has a fleur de lis tattooed on her right thigh.

Huh.

You learn something new every day.

"What the hell woman?!" Gokudera shrieks like a dying cat, jumping up from his seat and stomping his way towards Bianchi. "Have you no shame?" The silver-haired Italian snarls even as he shrugs off his suit jacket and offers it to his sister.

Bianchi snorts. "It's just Tsuna," she reasons and Tsuna thinks that he should be offended by that statement but lets it slide. The last thing he needs is a poisoned cake to the face, plus it was sort of cute to watch Bianchi and Gokudera perform their weird and highly dysfunctional sibling rituals. "Anyway," she continues, taking the proffered jacket and slipping it on effortlessly. "I need your opinion on something."

"And you couldn't wait?" Gokudera snaps, crossing his arms across his chest and scowling at Bianchi.

A look that says somewhere along the lines of, are you seriously asking me that, Hayato? flits on Bianchi's face and Tsuna's not even surprised when she responds with a deadpan, "no," to Gokudera's completely unnecessary question.

And then Gokudera sighs the sigh that Tsuna always assumed was reserved for Lambo, Ryohei, and Yamamoto. It was one of those overly dramatic ones that involve a lot of shoulder work and eye rolling. "Fine," his right-hand man bites out reluctantly. "What do you want?"

"You're adorable," she croons in Italian, a victorious smile blooming on her lips as she reaches out and pinches Gokudera's cheeks. "I need you opinion," she starts before fiddling with the jacket so that it showed off the lingerie. "Should I wear this, or should I go for the babydoll?"

"Depends," Gokudera hums, clinically assessing the lacy garment before looking back at Bianchi. "Is this for a mission?"

"It's for a date." Bianchi replies sweetly and Tsuna watches in fascination as Gokudera's face morphs into something that resembles a squashed tomato.

"A date?! Who the fuck—"

"Cavallone. "

"Seriously? And here I thought you had better taste than that."

"I do what I want."

Gokudera, for lack of better words, looks skeptical at that. It's not as if he has any qualms about whatever his sister does on her spare time, but it's just that he knows his sister and he knows that guys like Dino Cavallone never make it to her radar unless— "Is that code for he's as hung as a horse or something?"

"That and he's surprisingly good in bed." Bianchi acquiesces with a wicked smile, proving Gokudera's hunch to be true and making Tsuna balk in horror because ohmygod he definitely did not need to know that. "Well?"

"I'll go for the powder pink babydoll, Cavallone seems like the type." Gokudera finally says, because okay, despite everything, Dino's a pretty decent guy (for a Mafioso) and if dating fashionably-challenged Mafia bosses with an unhealthy obsession for Japanese sociopaths made his sister happy, then so-be-fucking-it. Besides, with Bianchi's track record, she'll probably move on from the blond capo soon enough.

If not, well, Gokudera's just found a use for his latest shipment of explosives.

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Omake:

"Hayato?"

"Yes, Tsuna?"

"Please inform me first before you try to kill Dino-san."

"Will do."

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A/N: I love Dino, I really do. And I actually do ship him with Bianchi.

I'd like to think that somewhere along the way, Gokudera will grow up from calling Tsuna "Tenth" at least in private. Also, headcanon dictates that Tsuna kinda likes being able to call his guardians by their first names. Calling Hibari by his first name is Tsuna's greatest victory, I kid you not.

Anyway. The writing's kinda sucky and I'm sorry for that.

Please review! Concrits are always welcome!