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Silent taps of footsteps filled the auditorium of Namimori Middle School. Odd-shaped shadows danced along the corners of the building creating a disturbing atmosphere. Arisawa Yukio just finished her rehearsals for the upcoming ceremonies the next day. She was wearing her usual Nami-middle uniform with sleeves folded up, revealing two black hand bands at both wrist and her Vongola-inspired storm ring. A guitar slung at her right shoulder partially covered by her red hair that's held up in a ponytail. As Yukio walked pass the aisle she slightly doubled-over, causing her to grab hold of the nearest seat. Her face was pale and cold drops of sweat rolled down her temples. 'Damn. I'm not overdoing things, am I?' she clenched her fist. Yukio straightened up and headed towards the exit.

Yukio's golden eyes were as cold as ice. After some heavy breathing, she realized that she was once again gone in her abyss of deep thoughts. She began thinking about what the letter, sent to her that morning, meant. 'I need you to come home. We have to discuss some important matters.' a summoning letter from her master and Tsuna's father, Sawada Iemetsu. 'Important matters.' Reborn predicted that somehow Vongola Headquarters was in a tight situation, but she couldn't force herself to believe that. In any case, she was only given a few days to inform Tsuna and the others. After that, she needs to immediately go back to Italy. Anyway, she concluded that it's not going to be easy to tell everyone about her current situation. Tomorrow's the deadline, after the ceremonies she'll be picked up by one of the trusted subordinates of his master and will be away for almost two months. 'How the hell can I possibly deal with that?'

It has been a bad habit to have blackouts every time she's in a bad mood. She loses her senses even though she's actively conscious. This time, the outcome wasn't pleasing at all. Yukio ended up finding herself at the school's main gates, turning right. As if on cue, she bumped hard at someone and fell with a loud 'thud'. Luckily, she was able to shove her guitar right away and avoided landing on it. As for her left hand, things weren't going fine. The incident surprised her enough that she wasn't able to control the fall. She unexpectedly used her left hand for support and it accidently twisted during the process. It hurts so much that she can't stop herself from wincing. Although she knows that she should at least let it immobile, she forced herself and held it up. Yukio bit her lower lip and muttered, "Oh, damn. It really hurts."

"Ow, ow." a guy stammered hoarsely. Yukio immediately hoisted herself up after realizing that she wasn't alone. She narrowed her eyes on the guy in front of her, though it was no use since the pain coming from her left hand and the shock form the fall caused her to have difficulties focusing. After a while, the guy sat up slowly and rubbed his head. Yukio just studied him. With her sight still blurry, she could just make out little details of him. Black hair, clothes that are somehow familiar to her and a baseball bat beside him. 'Wait. Baseball bat?' She rubbed her eyes, trying to get rid of the white spots.

"Y-Yamamoto?" she called, focusing again on the guy in front of her.

Yamamoto stifled a laugh then answered, "Aa. You okay? Sorry about that." He then hoisted himself up, grabbing his bat, and trotted towards Yukio. Yamamoto held out his hand to help Yukio, but she effortlessly swatted it away.

"Don't apologize…" she started. "… It was my fault, anyway."

Yamamoto tilted his head, "Oh?" Yukio got to her feet, brushed off some dust from her skirt and completely ignored Yamamoto. "Still..." he started. But was unable to finish because Yukio already shot him an 'I'll-kill-you-if you-say-another-word' stare. She turned and was about to take her leave when Yamamoto gripped her injured arm. She let out a small 'eek', which troubled Yamamoto. "Sorry."

Yukio sighed and faced Yamamoto, "I told you, stop apologizing…" she narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?"

"Your hand..." he held it up gently. "You're trying to hide it. But it hurts, right?" He was sure she felt Yukio's intent to kill but he continued, "I'm going over at your – I mean, Tsuna's house. You're going home now, yes?"

"Hm." she nodded blankly.

"Okay! Let's go together." he said and led the way smiling.


That simple walk to home was a bit off. Yamamoto kept swinging his bat while humming. Yukio felt a little awkward being with him, having the fact that they're complete opposites. "Where here." he declared. He went straight for the door, opened it, and yelled, "Sorry for intruding!" Then he shot to the stairs and was out of sight. Yukio let out a big sigh and stared blankly at the house, 'It's quiet.'

She opened the door and took off her shoes immediately. The house was incredibly quiet. No sign of Lambo and I-pin running around. No greetings from Nana-san, Tsuna's mom. She studied the first floor for a while and was about to head for the stairs when she heard a noise from the kitchen. Yukio's senses quickly acted, she ran and slid inside just to see a lying Haru covered with flour. She was still in her school uniform, which was now all dented with white spots. She walked towards her and helped her up. "What were you doing?" she asked sheepishly.

"Hahiii~! Yuki-chan, you're home. What a relief…" she sighed. "I thought I'll be stuck here with the boys forever!"

Yukio looked around, "Where are the others?"

Haru brushed some flour from her hair and pouted, "They all went at the amusement park."

"Hm?" Yukio said, arching his right eyebrow in question.

"I wanted to come, too. But Nana-san asked me a favor. She wants me to stay with Tsuna-san and Gokudera-kun."

"-kun?" Yukio slapped herself mentally as she said that.

"Ah." Haru's face immediately flushed with different shades of red, Yukio was certain. "I – I mean, Gokudera-san. My mistake." Haru said nervously.

Trying to cover herself up for asking something like that, Yukio turned her back on her and said over her left shoulder, "I'll go change. I'll help you after and – go clean up." Ignoring Haru's whine, she jolted upstairs.


Done. Reviews and violent reactions are greatly appreciated. Chapter 2's coming up. Thanks!