I’m not so good in art (ç__ç) so I decide to write a fic *__*
My secret Valentine is for dojyaaa-n
I hope you like it, I choose fugo/narancia because I like them too much ** (I would to write about gyro but Ihaven’t read steel ball run yet ç_ç)
Happy St Valentine <3
“You, such a dumbass…!”
“I’ll fucking kill you this time, Fugo!”
It’s a normal day for Bucciarati’s gang, like a lot of others. They have met in their hangout to talk about some news on mafia’s affairs, in particular about shops which had their “protection”. Bucciarati showed them how much they have gained from some shops but also how much it’s yet to cash in. There was a lot of work to do and they would start this job tomorrow. Seeing that, they would relax today.
However they spare some time together. After lunch, Abbacchio has prepared tea -real tea- for everyone so they enjoy the pleasant drink with some pieces of cake while speaking about random topic, especially food.
But the quiet atmosphere is broken by two members’ shouting.
Narancia e Fugo of course.
“You’a a jackass! They were only simple calculations! And I’ve explain you a lot of times!”
“I’m only wrong!You, damn…! How dare you hit me?!”
They are quarrelling about math the umpteenth time. Narancia has been wrong about math exercise and Fugo has hit him by a fork, injuring his cheek. And Narancia is threating him by a knife. Perfect.
It’s almost a routine seeing them like that. But it’s fun because each time they seem wanting kill each other but it’s enough a Bucciarati’s call to calm down both of them.
And then, Narancia promises to do his best next time and instead Fugo promises to be more gentle and understanding. It’s normal to behave like that.
“What are you doing there? Stop this mess.”
Bucciarati turns to look at two guys and scolds them and they starts to ask forgiven for their behaviour to each other.
The leader sighs and stands up, telling others that it’s all over for today and they come back home. Tomorrow, it’ll be a lot of work to do.
And so the group left their hangout, not before saying goodbye to each other.
But….two of us are still staying there.
Narancia and Fugo are there because they are still rearranging books and exercises book and, also, they have to clean up all the mess of their quarrel.
“Hey Fugo, what are you going to do now?!”
“I come back home, I have nothing to do for today”
“Neither me! So I think I’ll wander about neighbourhood! Aaah I love this day, no work no battle! Damn, why the others days aren’t like this..?!”
Narancia sighs but then chuckles. It’s true he loves this day off but he is happy also when they have to work for the organization : he can carry off tasks given by Bucciarati and anything can make him proud and satisfied more than that! He saved him from awful end and became his personal hero. He is willing to give his own life for his leader.
Fugo shows a little smile and shakes head a little.
“Don’t be lazy, little brat.”
He teases Narancia while closing a book. But suddenly an idea comes to his mind.
“If you don’t have nothing to do, why you don’t stay there with me? You know, you can try again resolving the exercises.”
He says with serious and firm tone of voice. After all, it’s a good thing. Finally they have the change to study more and maybe Narancia would learn main mathematical operations! His friend isn’t stupid, only he is stubborn and doesn’t want applying on the subject.
“Whaaaaat?! I’m studying a lot today! Please, Fugo, let me relax!”
The dark-haired boy snorts and frowns. No, no, no, stop with math…! He can’t stand anymore! But apparently Fugo doesn’t mind about his complain and reopens books, sitting on a chair.
“Come on, Narancia. I promise we’ll finish soon. I want only that you solve the last three exercises.”
He says and puts a hand on the chair next to him, tapping the surface with fingers like a call.
“There’s a reward for you if you’ll be good!”
Fugo smiles while Narancia shows an incredulous look and rushes to the chair.
“Whaaat?! Tell me Fugo, what?!”
Grabbing his arm, Narancia seems anxious to know Fugo’s prize.
“You can see it everytime you solve one of three exercise! Come on, let’s start.”
And soon he opens the book where only those three have a white space for the answer.
“ 19 x 33. A simple multiplication”
Narancia sighs and mutters while taking the pen and starting to write numbers on a white page.
“First 19 x 3. How much 9 x 3..?”
Fugo asks to the black-haired boy who stops to grumble to himself and thinks about the question. He must resolve all, he wants this price..!
“Good! And then it’s simple! Show me how much is 19 x 3”
Narancia snorts and tries to remember the method for the multiplication and, after some minutes, he writes 57.
Fugo smiles and puts an hand on the black messy hair and leans to his face.
“Now again 19 x 3, but you must leave a space under 7.”
And thanks to his explanation, Narancia continues with the operation and shows him the answer : 627.
He tilts head toward the friend, looking uncertain.
“Right! You was very good, I am proud of you.”
Fugo messes up his hair and takes something from his own pocket.
“There’s the reward.”
And gives to him a small chocolate candy.
“Uuuh chocolate! You’re the best, Fugo!”
Narancia is enthusiastic and eats the candy very quickly, mumbling ‘cause the good taste.
Meanwhile, Fugo watches carefully his friend and doesn’t stop to smile. He feels affection for him since he met the boy and saved him taking to Bucciarati. But from the day, they have spent almost each day together and that feeling has grown. Maybe Narancia is the mate about he cares the most.
“Fugo, I start the next exercise!”
After waking up from his thoughts, Fugo nods and watches after the other’s arithmetic calculations.
“Fugo, I resolv—!!”
Narancia’s happy voice is interrupted from a punch on his head…from Fugo, of course.
“Asshole! It’s totally wrong!”
Fugo changes his previous expression to an angry one. Narancia made another mistake, maybe because he’s in a hurry to receive another gift.
“Before I beat you, correct the operation!”
He gives this order and glares to him. He would to slap his face, maybe he starts to think!
And Narancia snorts, slowly correcting his calculation in a righ one.
Fugo relaxes himself to see that and tosses the candy to him.
“Wow thanks, Fugo!”
While Narancia taking his price, Fugo becomes aware that he haven’t any other candy.
So…for the last exercise?
“I promise you I’ll do the last perfectly!”
He hasn’t so much time to think as Narancia is already trying to solve the last exercise.
Fugo watches for the guy, looking his hand moves and writes numbers on the page.
And then he focuses on his face : frowned eyebrow, eyes gazing on arithmetic operation and tightened lips.
He looks away, barely uncomfortable and his gaze lands on a document. Probably Bucciarati left it there.
He reads absently a few words but his eyes go to focus on some numbers: date of that day. He shows a little blush on cheek but then he smiles a little.
He finds a reward thanks to that date. A reward and a gift.
Narancia calls to him and places the result almost under his nose.
And Fugo controls the calculations and opens wide his own eyes because of the surprise.
“You did it right. I’m just amazed”
He says truth and feels like his lessons were useful after all.
“I know! I am great and you’re the best teacher!”
The black-haired grins and holds out hand, chuckling.
“My reward, please.”
He can’t wait to eat another delicious candy.
But Fugo haven’t any of these.
What would be the reward..?
Fugo sighs before looking amused and nods.
“Yeah, yeah, but no more candy for you. I have another thing.”
Narancia blinks and he would say something but a kiss on his own lips interrupts him.
Yes, the last reward is a kiss.
Fugo presses gently mouth against the other’s one, touching his cheek with a hand and looking his astonished face.
He doesn’t deepen the kiss but makes it very long and intense.
When they detach, Narancia looks dumbfounded and blushes, looking away ‘cause the embarassement.
Why did he think to do such a thing..?!
Fugo smiles to his confusion and awkwardness, then chuckles slightly. He approaches more to him and wraps an arm around his shoulders and whispers to his ear.
“It’s your final reward. If you liked, I’ll do it everytime you do right your homework!”
Narancia becomes even redder and glares to him.
“You….damn Fugo! I kill you this time, I swear!”
And they starts to quarrel and threaten like always.
Even on Valentine’s day.