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[kat8cha]

:O GUYS.

THIS IS MY 3,333 POST ON LJ!

...yes, I have been prepping/waiting for this since I glanced at my profile and saw I was at my 3,222 post sometime last week.

SO. To celebrate, and to make this a SPECIAL post and also because I mentioned a drabbleathon a while ago... Drabbleathon!

1. Pick three words from the drabble ahead of yours (aka, you pick three from my beginning drabble, then someone can pick three from YOUR drabble, and then you/someone else can pick three from THEIR drabble…) and write!
2. Prompts can be nouns, adjectives, verbs, a phrase, totally unconnected… just THREE WORDS FOUND IN THE DRABBLE
3. Write from 100 to 900 words! (Okay, if you want you can go for over a thousand but then it's not really a drabble, is it.)
4. Write the Prompt – Fandom – Pairing - Rating in the subject line of your comment.
5. If the person above you wrote a KHR drabble you don't need to! Write PoT, DRRR!, Karneval, The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, LOTR, insert fandom here. Just pick your three words and right!
6. You may comment to a drabble with 'zomg I loved it', 'zomg will you write more', 'zomg let's be friends'. No wank though. Just good things people.

REMEMBER. THIS IS THE DRABBLEATHON WHERE EVERYTHING IS MADE UP AND THE POINTS DON'T MATTER!


Tsuna wasn't sure what the point of a field trip to Tokyo had been. To get them out of Namimori? Possibly. To expose them to the grime and the grimness of the inner-city? …unlikely. Ikebukuro was actually really clean. Really, really, really clean. And filled with cheerful unthreatening people who didn't pay any of the Vongola family a passing glance. Not even Reborn, who was tarted up in some sort of school girl uniform, or Hibari, who was glaring at everyone who came within three feet of him.

Tsuna wasn't really sure he got the point.

But it was nice to relax and eat some ice cream and people watch. There were a lot of couples in Ikebukuro, like that one couple wandering past Tsuna right now with tennis bags slung over their shoulders.

"It's An! Tachibana An! It's a cute name, Momoshirou, so use it!" The girl (who was short and spunky and nowhere near as cute as Kyoko-chan) hit Momoshirou (who was tall and reminded Tsuna faintly of Ryohei if Ryohei had black hair that stuck straight up) in the arm. "Stop calling me Tachibana's little sister!"

The two of them passed Tsuna and started rounding the fountain that Tsuna was sitting near.

"But Tachibana's little sister! If I called you by your first name people would place a hit on me, and I don't want to die yet. No, I don't want to die at all." Tsuna had straightened up at the mention of 'placing a hit' but he relaxed when the teenagers walked off. They were probably joking anyway. It's not like everyone was involved in the mafia.

There were a lot of people with tennis bags tossed over their shoulders wandering around, now that Tsuna stopped and looked. There were also quite a few people wearing yellow, either scarves of articles of clothing. Was that the fashion in Ikebukuro?

"Mizuki-san! We can't go that way. My brother said that there were a lot of Yellow Turbans hanging around there…"

"Nfu nfu. Yellow Turbands don't scare me, Yuuta." Two teenaged boys wandered past, both of them wearing identical uniforms. "And my favorite tea shop is that way. We're going."

Yellow Turbans? But why would that…

"They're a gang, useless Tsuna." Reborn said, throwing a soda can at the back of Tsuna's head. Tsuna winced and grabbed at the swiftly forming bump.

"Reborn!"

"Shut up." Reborn kicked Tsuna and then grabbed Tsuna by the chin and wrenched his head around so Tsuna was watching the main street. "This is what I brought you to see."

For a minute all Tsuna could see was Ryohei attempting to challenge some pigeons to fight, but then an older man in a black fuzzy coat that reminded Tsuna of Dino-san's came running by. Seconds later a vending machine (full of soda cans like the one Reborn had hit Tsuna with) crashed into the pavement, breaking it and scattering cans and soda everywhere. "IZAAAAAAAYAAAAAAAAA-KUUUUUUUUUUUN!"

A blond haired man in a black and white uniform (bartender's outfit?!) ran past.

Ryohei, who was standing closest to the street, pumped his arms and started off in pursuit of the bartender and the fuzzy coat wearer. "PLEASE TRANSFER TO NAMIMORI AND JOIN THE BOXING CLUB."

Tsuna, still wrenched into a painful position by Reborn's hands, fought back the urge to cry. And he had thought today might be fun and relaxing.