Cosplayers and Conventions

Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is a cute little reprint from my fanfiction.net account, ahah. It's one of my few... happier stories! I have a tendency to write some pretty morbid and tragic things... and I thought, as long as I was posting a first story here, it might as well be a cute one. This was written for fun-- a "what if they were real and actually existed in our world" sort of thing, and what would happen if we, as cosplayers and fans, met them. What we would think of them and vice versa. There are little snippets of what happened in real life too! Some of the scenes that happened at the gathering, like the 0027 and 1827, happened at Anime Expo’s Reborn gathering (which I was at; thus why I included it =D)

I realize this might be a little bit confusing, so here are some things to clarify. Tsuna, Gokudera, and Yamamoto are 20 years old (so not exactly TYL, but they aren’t teenagers either) and they’re on a mafia business trip of some sort. They happen to come upon a convention with Reborn! cosplayers. This takes place in the world that we live in, where these three exist as real people. Their friend and the amazing Akira Amano wrote and illustrated the whole Reborn! story that we know and love, based completely on their lives. 

I threw in some pretty random stuff, like the subtle 1827 and my personal opinion on cosplay toward the end. I really hope you all enjoy reading this!  

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“Mukuro and Chromes! Up on the stairs!” 

There was lots of cheering, shy smiles being received from the various mist guardians who stepped out and up from the crowd. Settling upon the steps, they struck cool poses, some getting down on their knees and pointing their tridents toward the crowd, or even at each other. Chatter erupted through the crowd, an occasional squeal of “Ohh, that Chrome is so cuuuute!” and “The Mukuro is so tiny, it’s adorable!!” 

“Ah… what’s all that noise, over there?” A certain cheerful voice said to his two friends. “Look, the crowd!” He pointed to the gathering of people, many of which looked alike to himself. 

“Hey, idiot, we’re here on a business trip, not to survey the cosplayers at this stupid convention, okay?” The silver-haired one grunted, turning to face the shortest of the trio. “Juudaime, tell him to focus!”

The brunette was obviously distracted by the crowd too, which threw the smoker into dismay that he wasn’t being paid attention to. “Geh…” He muttered. “T-those tridents… those… are definitely…”

 “Haha!” The tallest laughed happily. “It’s Chrome and Mukuro, isn’t it?” 

“No way! I thought they were staying in Italy.” The silver-haired on sneered, rather disgusted. He and his friends found themselves wandering closer to the crowd, as if to get a better look at those up on the stairs. The crowd was counting down already, and by the time they hit zero, a Mukuro on the steps shouted “All Hibaris!” and the mist guardians changed places with the clouds that manifested from the crowd.

 “They are,” the boss said, his eyes fixated on the different versions of his cloud guardian who were now upon the steps. “These are cosplayers, Hayato. It’s kinda obvious, they’re all mostly being… um, our teenage selves…” The words felt awkward on his tongue.

 “They’re all so cute and tiny!” Yamamoto said stupidly, charmed by the many cosplayers of him he saw mingling in the crowd. “It makes me miss being that young. What about you guys, Gokudera, Tsuna?”

 “Don’t call the boss so informally, you scum!” Gokudera scoffed. “ I don’t miss it. It’s when you were a baseball idiot and I, admittedly, was an idiot too. Juudaime, however!” He turned toward the brunette with practically sparkling eyes. “Juudaime was always amazing, even 6 years ago!!”