Recording Studio: Katekyo Hitman REBORN! Vongola Edition

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. It respectively belongs to Akira Amano-Sensei, with her awesome badass characters and stuff.

Chapter 3: Start of a new beginning

A/N:

It's a bit short. Forgive me, It'll progress, I swear...! Please keep updated~!

Well look at you. Red top and dungarees. Just add a red, awesome hat with an 'M' and you could be Mario!

Holding your hands on your hips firmly, you take in a deep breath before striding into the place with a proud look.

Goodness me, you're the Janitor.

Remembering this, you let out a sigh, before approaching the absent-minded receptionist. It's your first time here, so why not ask for directions? It would be wise, no?

Just about the place your elbow on the side of the reception's desk, you slip slightly before regaining yourself. How embarrassing, no? Taking in a breath to speak, you seemed to be interrupted by a voice. It didn't seem to come from 'Cousin Director.'

A/N: Remember to only read the section of the character you chose. It's in alphabetical order.

Gokudera:

"Oi, tell the director I'm here."

This voice sounded so damn arrogant! Well, you were one to talk. Irritation symbols seemed to pop up all around your head before you found the male's voice behind you, direct straight /at/ you.

"Who are you, kid?"

Kid. KID. He just called you kid. Swiftly, you spin on your heels to face the male, about to spurt your attitude all over the place before you freeze, stumbling back onto the desk. Your face starts to heat up as you see his features. How old was he..

"I said, who are you?"

Instead of coming out as an arrogant attack, it came out shyly. So you told him your name.

Level up.

"...What is your purpose for coming here?"

Mr Arrogant hottie, please stop being mean. You tell him about your job, and he covers his mouth, his cheekbones raising into what seemed like a laugh. Really. He laughed at you. At you, not with you.

"Quit screwing! I have work to do!" he 'hmph'ed, and walked away.

Hibari:

A male seemed to stop at the desk right at the same time as you.

"Receptionist. Please tell the director that I have arrived. As soon as possible."

Stopping in his tracks, he turns to look at you. Somehow, this man's omnious aura has succeeded to make a shiver run straight up your spine, but you don't falter to your knees yet, do you? No, because you have GUTS.

"You. Go away before I bite you to death. Quit crowding."

You whip your head round. Crowds? You don't seem to see any. Two's company, Three's a cr- Oh yes, the receptionist.

With a gentle 'tsk', the black-haired male began to stroll east. He didn't even ask for your name!

Mukuro:

"Kufu... I'm marking in, okay?" There was a calm voice, projecting from behind you. Blinking, you take a wild guess at who this might be. Kenichi did usually tell you about people that came round here anyway, for jobs and music and such. Anyway. You decided to spin round, holding in your desperate burst out for laughter as you looked at this... Indigo-haired male's hair. Hi-la-ri-ous. Is what you thought. Pineapples! Who would want to make their hair look like a pineapple. Pineappleist... Haha.

Enough, enough.

You recomposed yourself and smiled a bit, awkwardly.

He somehow catches glances with you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

"Oya... Who might you be?"

And out of respect for the way this person talked, you told him your name.

"That's nice. Rokudo Mukuro." he held his hand out, you taking it, and smiling like an idiot.

He then waved, and walked eastwards.

Yamamoto:

"Yabē-! I'm late, again!"

A somewhat cheery voice came rushing to the table, as if he was in bits and pieces, fixing his clothes, hair, and grinning at the receptionist, bowing at you before he suddenly dashed off again.

What a carefree person. He didn't even greet you- well, maybe with that bow. Maybe you'll see him during work. Eh...

Your eyelids flutter in amusement. He seemed like an interesting person.

What was it you were forgetting- Oh no, you had to see the director! You began to speed your way to your cousin's office. Thank God you made it.