"Class Dismissed," the teacher said. All of the students then pulled out their lunchboxes, hunger gnawing at their stomachs. However, one stood up, then headed out the door. No one paid any heed to the student, though.

He opened the door in a rushed manner, racing down the hall, then up multiple flights of stairs. Finally, he burst through the wooden door and slammed it shut behind him, heaving a sigh of relief.

No one could come up here to the roof, as they were worried that they would be "bitten to death" if they did. However, no one knew that the prefect that would do so was actually going around during lunch, just in case any herbivores were stupid enough to break any rules on school grounds.

The boy sat against the shut door, eyeing it carefully, beforehand. He slowly pulled out his lunch from his pocket, a mere two rice-balls, and took a tentative bite. Suddenly, he heard a multitude of tweets, before a couple of pheasants and chickadees and other bird species arrive before him, looking at him imploringly with their expressive eyes.

He gave a smile, doe eyes partially visible within the shadow of his hood. The birds tittered happily at the sight of the smile, and the brown-eyed boy broke some of his rice-ball in return, sprinkling it on the floor for them to eat. He gave a cute chuckle at the creatures, before digging in to his food once more. He had finished his food quite quickly, since there wasn't much left to eat.

As the bells chimed for lunch to be over, the birds fluttered away, just as the boy ran over to his classroom after yanking the door open. He approached his seat and sat down before anyone had even noticed that he had entered. He flinched and shut his eyes in disdain when objects were flung at his head by both girls and boys alike.

Then the teacher entered the room, ready to teach his next lesson. The hooded male had tuned out most of the teacher's words, since had already studied this subject.

"-wada! Sawada! Answer the next question!" the teacher shouted, irritated at the student's lack of response.

The boy, finally recognizing his teacher's presence, stood up, analyzing the chalkboard quickly. As he opened his mouth, prepared to answer, the teacher interrupted him.

" I knew you didn't know the answer! Next time, pay attention!" The boy clearly heard the teacher's mumbling under his breath of, "Baka Dame-Tsunayoshi."

Said Dame-Tsuna bit back a retort, sitting back down, contempt itching at his brain. He simply stared off at the sky, covered by clouds, sure to bring rain and thunder storms.


Tsuna decided that he wanted to deviate from his usual path home.

So, he took a detour route that lead to an old arcade that he used to play at. There, he noticed something:

Why was this place so empty?

Curiosity burning at his gut, he strode inside, hood still sound and secure over his head. He realized that there was only one game here. One that he had played so long ago.

"Wish..." Tsuna whispered, mesmerized.

The entranced high schooler slowly walked over to the machine, gingerly resting his hands upon the controller when he arrived.

The game was nearly impossible to beat, according to the upperclassmen that Tsuna overheard oh, so many years ago. Oddly enough, he knew that he'd played it, even though he had no memory of what happened during the gaming sequence. Regardless, Tsuna placed one token in, before pressing the "Start" button.


Tsuna opened his eyes, only to be met with the screen of the arcade game he'd played moments ago. But... why couldn't he remember the gameplay? Or even the story, for that matter? But, as he stared at the screen, he noticed that the wording had changed.

"YOU WIN! STATE YOUR WISH," it read.

Tsuna hadn't even realized as the words slid off of his tongue,

"I wish people would get to know me."

And promptly after, he had woken up.


Jui: *wipes sweat off of forehead* Woo!

Reborn: Why are you doing that? You barely typed anything.

Jui: But-but...

Reborn: Come talk to me when you've actually typed something that's good. And LONG, for once.

However, for the moment, you can talk with my guns. They seem talkative. *pulls out Leon*

Jui: *cowering in fear* OH CRAP!

*runs away, arms in the air while river-crying*

NOOOOO!

Reborn: *smirk* Wow. I can't believe she's scared of a chameleon. What a wimp!

Tsuna: *sweatdrop* R-Review, n-ne?