I've been obsessing over KHR lately and because of that, plot bunnies attacked, and I barely made it out alive…

Warning:Occasional OCCness, occasional cursing, all that jazz

Disclaimer:I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn and never will throughout all these drabbles/shorts.

Hat Rack

01:47 AM

The lights on the top of the store flickered slightly as the 24-hour sign on the front of the store gleamed in the darkness of the night. Or morning. Whichever you preferred.

Now, normal people would be sleeping or at least getting ready for bed by now. However, Tsunayoshi was definitely not normal and by this time, he was bustling around the store.

He narrowed his eyes at the hat rack he was looking at, the mirror reflecting the giant sunhat the shadowed his eyes. It was practically bigger than his entire head.

Nope, not this one either.

Ripping the sunhat off his head, he set it back on the lower rack before rubbing his chin in thought. He snagged a top hat and popped it on his head.

Damn, he looked classy. Glancing at the full body mirror, he checked his surroundings before posing dramatically. He chuckled, but set the top hat back before snatching a hard-hat and smothering down his spiked brown locks to fit it.

He looked like his father.

Tsuna shrieked and threw the hat as far as he could away from him. He winced as the hat crashed into the window right next to the cashier - who in question paid no notice to it and continued smiling serenely as if it never happened.

Tsuna gulped nervously before laughing shakily and looked back at the hat rack that continued to sneer at him. He'd been wanting a hat for a long time, but none had the desired effect he wanted. Reaching out, he grabbed one that was a beanie but looked like…

A racoon?

He stuffed it over his unruly hair before nodding slightly with a grin. It fell when looked at the price tag. He swore he felt a little piece of his soul break off.

So… many… numbers…

He sighed (he'd been doing that too much lately) and practically threw the beanie back to the rack but then remembered how expensive it was. Restraining the urge to rip the cloth up, he carefully set it back. With bored eyes, he nearly gave up on hats when he saw it.

It was beautiful, it was glorious, it was… fabulous.

A fine black fedora with a single orange strap around the base lay majestically on a nearby table.

It has to be on sale... Right? Of course, it's amazing. Who would even think of leaving such an amazing fedora here, by itself?

He reached a shaky hand before gingerly grasping the fedora and setting it upon his head.

He felt amazing.

Glancing at the full body mirror, Tsuna had to admit- He looked pretty badass in that fedora. He tilted the tip down and smirked, letting the shadow encompass his eyes. He pointed his thumb up and index finger forward, the rest of his fingers curled into his palm, his whole hand in a mock gun position.

He wouldn't admit it, but for a solid minute, he whispered. "Pew pew" a few times, pointing his finger gun at anything he wanted, pretending to shoot

Oh yeah. This is the one. It even makes me look amazing.

"Ahem."

Tsuna froze at the deep and accusing voice that sounded behind him. Slowly, Tsuna pulled his arm away from the tip of the fedora, and his other hand out of the mock gun position before slowly turning around.

To say this man looked terrifying was an understatement.

He looked absolutely horrifying.

"C-Can I help you?" Tsuna smiled shakily at the man that coolly had one hand in his pocket almost grasping something.

Please don't be a weapon, oh PLEASE don't be a weapon!

"I believe you are in possession of something that belongs to me." He commented lightly with a dark undertone lacing that smirk of his. Raking his eyes across the - extremely - tall man, Tsuna gulped at how much he matched the fedora. That jet black spiked hair, black suit, matching undershirt to the strap on the fedora and… curly sideburns? Okay, now Tsuna knew something was off - especially if the murderous aura was anything to go by.

"Oh… you mean- er, the h-hat?" He stammered over his words at the killer intent this man was leaking. The black haired man's head inclined slightly, the smirk still on his lips - it was honestly giving Tsuna a panic attack by now. He was about to give the man his hat when he froze.

Wait just one minute. This hat was on the table, so it's fair game!

Poor, poor Tsunayoshi. He had no idea that the hat actually belonged to the terrifying man.

He straightened his shoulders and stared straight at the intimidating man with an unwavering gaze. "I saw the hat first. It's mine."

What happened next scarred him for life.

The barrel of a gun was suddenly pressed into the middle of his eyes.

"Want to say that again?"

Needless to say, Tsuna just smiled, gave him the hat, and walked away.

The smile still on his face the entire way home.

Mannequin Feels

3:04 AM

Tsunayoshi wholeheartedly believed that when it got to 3 AM in the morning, the weirdo's came out.

And this was just one of those moments.

"I mean," the silver-haired man sobbed. "I don't know why they don't believe me! It's so obvious they exist!"

Tsuna just sighed and watched as the silver haired male sobbed to the mannequin like it was a real person.

"You get me! But they don't," tears fell down like rivers from the man's striking green hues. "Why don't they just believe me… All the evidence is there, they just don't want to admit it. And then they all make fun of me because I KNOW THEY'RE REAL!"

The wails grew even louder as Tsuna desperately searched for the milk. The strange man hugged the female mannequin even tighter, getting the clothes that were on display wet with tears. "I know… But they just- yeah!" He had a desperate one-sided conversation with the mannequin. "Really?" The tears stopped. "Oh… thank you. I knew I could trust you!" The man continued to wail, his voice growing incredibly high pitched.

And then it went silent.

Peering over his shoulder, Tsuna blanched as he saw the man kissing -kissing!- the mannequin.

Why me...

His shoulders slumped as the cashier - who Tsuna somehow later found out to also be the manager - did nothing but continue to smile as he stared at them, his eyes closed serenely.

Tsuna began to secretly loathe that man.

Guess it was up to him this time.

"Uh, excuse me?"

Tsuna swore the man's head turned 360 degrees - he shuddered at this.

"What the hell do you want, brat? Go back to your parents."

The brunet felt beyond offended.

I know I'm short but that doesn't mean you can call me a child! I'm twenty-four dammit.

"I'm sorry, but… I just wanted to ask you… what are you doing?"

The man's green orbs narrowed dangerously at the shorter male. "Having an intellectual conversation with this," he gestured to the mannequin. "Fine lady here about UMA's. Got a problem with it? Or are you gonna say they don't exist as well?"

Tsuna wanted to run, hide, and cry about how his life choices turned out but he answered anyway.

And that was where Tsunayoshi made his grave mistake.

"Not at all, I completely believe you… yeah."

And then… The man sparkled. "You believe me? Really? No one ever believes me."

Tsuna dryly glanced at the mannequin and back at the man. Yeah. I can tell.

"They all think I'm crazy! I'm so glad to have met you! I have to go tell that baseball freak that someone believes me. Thank you so much! How can I ever repay you?" The man glomped the smaller of them before sprinting off, not even waiting for an answer.

Tsuna just sighed and walked to get more milk when a piece of paper fell out of his shirt. "What the?..."

Gokudera Hayato

XXX-XXX-XXXX

With a smile that was becoming too normal to him, he took the paper and ripped it into shreds before walking to get some milk.

Because he deserved that milk.

Marshmallow War

2:51 AM

Tsunayoshi sullenly trudged to the sweet's aisle. He was shopping for marshmallows. Why you may ask. Well, lately, Tsuna had decided to start baking recipes that his mother had recommended and the next one on the list required marshmallows. It would be the first time he ever made a marshmallow cake so he needed the best.

Reaching the aisle, the brunet froze in his tracks and his eye twitched at the sight. The entire shelf that held marshmallows was completely barren except for one. Single. Bag.

There was another man at the other side of the aisle that looked like a marshmallow himself - it was mainly the hair Tsuna later agreed. They both made brief eye contact, honey with violet, before looking back to the one bag of marshmallows. Neither moved a muscle, both in a silent stalemate, looking at the bag and then back to each other.

Tsuna made the first move and lunged for the bag, the albino on the other side following suit. Tsuna grabbed one end, and the other man grabbed the opposite end.

"These are my marshmallows, get your own," Tsuna hissed and tugged harder on his side, trying to claim the bag.

"How dare you! These marshmallows - along with the other bags that were already gone - belong to me!" Growled the other with narrowed eyes.

"Give it to me!"

"Never! Just let go!"

"I will not! You let go!"

"No way!"

The tug of war continued as the cashier still watched them with a smile.

Riiiip

And it rained marshmallows.

Shampoo and Conditioner

2:15 AM

Tsunayoshi stared at the man in front of him. Namely the many, many bottles of shampoo and conditioner in his arms. His abnormally long white hair was braided and clipped upwards as he inconspicuously placed the shampoo and conditioner in his basket. In the basket -Tsuna noticed- was various hair clips, some hairspray, a brush, comb, and mayonnaise?

He raised an eyebrow at this but said nothing.

The man just glared at him. "It's good for hair…" He muttered after a few seconds.

They just stared at each other for a few stiff moments.

"Voii! What are you looking at me for?"

"I get the exact same shampoo and conditioner brand."

They both had a sudden spark of respect for each other at this.

"If you say anything about this to anyone, I will find you, and I will kill you."

"Deal."

He never did speak of that event again.

And neither did the cashier.

Go! Pokeball!

4:28 AM

Ever since Tsunayoshi got out of school, he was glad he never saw anyone from school again lest they bring up bad memories. He always purposely avoided them, and this was easier since he went to the store at ungodly hours. So one could say that when he saw the head of the Disciplinary Committee, Hibari Kyouya, at the store at four AM in the morning, it was quite a surprise.

The brunet was walked into a toy aisle, trying to find a nice stuffed animal for his cat, Natsu, and saw Hibari Kyouya himself. The skylark froze as the two made eye contact, and Tsuna had absolutely no idea on why Hibari was rummaging through the Pokemon plushies.

"U-uh…"

Hibari said nothing, but gracefully got out of the tub, turned to Tsuna and did the one thing the brunet never saw coming in a thousand years.

Kyouya threw a Pokeball at Tsunayoshi.

The small plastic ball smacked Tsuna in the face and fell to the floor, but neither of the two did anything.

Hibari slowly backed away until he was out of sight. Tsuna just kept on smiling, turned around, and marched back out.

Ignoring the smiling cashier.

That's a wrap for now. Tell me what you think! And who do you want to see next?