They're gonna clean up your looks With all the lies in the books,

To make a citizen out of you.

Because they sleep with a gun And keep an eye on you, son

So they can watch all the things you do.

Because the drugs never work

They gonna give you a smirk

They got methods of keeping you clean

They're gonna rip up your heads

Your Aspirations to shred

Another cog in the murder machine

— — —

To say that he was scared was an understatement.

Tsunayoshi Sawada was the one whom you could call a goody two shoes. He lived a normal life, follow the law like how a good citizen would. He'd help the elderlies with their bags and even carried them to his back when he have to. And even if he was the constant center of bullying in his class, never did he ever fought back.

Ah yes, Tsunayoshi Sawada was someone you can call a good person.

So the fact that he was sitting in this classroom was still a mystery to him. He was horrified, his hands had gotten clammy. His heartbeat ramming hard in his chest. How did it ever happened to him? He wanted to ask. He wanted to cry. But he knew better than to do so, not in this place anyway.

Crash!

He flinched at the sound. His eyes slowly fell to the source of the sound. A masculine man lay on the ground, his nose bloodied and he was groaning in pain. In front of him was a tall boy, probably around his age. He was holding a baseball bat in his hand and a confused look mirroring in his chocolate colored eyes. He swung the bat on his shoulder before a goofy apologetic grin maned his features.

"Sorry about that! I didn't see you coming." Then he laughed and scratch his scalp.

Lies. Tsunayoshi thought. He heard how the musculine man approached him. The man was picking a fight and the boy was swinging his bat tro and fro like he didn't heard anything. Tsunayoshi was so sure that he did it on purpose.

"You son of a bitch!" The man staggered on his feet. Meanwhile the boy titled his head to the side, he still had that confused look on his face and one would even think that feat was kind of cute but not Tsuna. "I'll kill you!" He screamed and lunged toward him.

He clenched his fist and aimed it straight toward the oblivious looking boy. But the ravenette dodged his attack with not so much effort and swung his bat.

Crack!

It went straight to the man's face. Tsuna shivered at the sound. And almost as if that wasn't enough, the boy rose his knee to the air, kicking the man straight from where he had hit him. Tsunayoshi's eyes turned wide. His breath hitched as the hundred of pounds beast came flying in straight to the window not so far from him. Crash!

The glasses broke as his body came in contact with it. Tsuna gasped and abruptly stood up and watch as the man fell from the second floor of the building. His pupils dilated, his swore he even stopped breathing as the man looked at him. Blood were gushing from his nose, muscular hand reaching out to him. Shards of glasses falling beside him. A loud thud and the sound of bone crackling resonated as he finally met the earth. Then without any mercy, a long shard of glass buried itself to his windpipe.

'H-he's dead...' Tsuna resisted the urge to clasp his hand to his mouth. He wanted to vomit. Heck! He wanted to runaway from here!

Meanwhile his killer sauntered to the window. He again had his baseball bat on his shoulder and gave the bloodied corpse below a questioning gaze. His eyes then shifted to Tsuna who in turn froze in fear. "Huh..." He grinned like nothing grave even happened. "My bad." He shrugged and went back to his seat.

Oh god.

"That was amazing, Yamamoto!" A girl gushed as she walked into his desk. She was then followed by two more others who had an obvious blush on their faces.

"You managed to kill him that easy!" One shreaked.

"I knew you were something when I first land my eyes on you." The other seductively sat on his desk. Strange enough, this Yamamoto person only laughed and scratched his scalp sheepishly.

Something was definitely fucking wrong with this place!

"Tch... Show off." The silverette who sat in front of him grumbled. Another person who Tsuna don't want to involve himself with. He gulped as he surveyed his appearance. He looked foreign, his face was fixed into a frown. And even if he doesn't show it, Tsuna was so sure that those things that were sticking out from his pockets were dynamites. He after all saw one fell earlier. The person seemed to noticed his ogling because he looked behind his shoulder.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" He snarled to which Tsuna squeaked at.

"N-nothing..." He diverted his gaze back into his open palms.

By then the sliding door opened. A tall fedora wearing man walked in. He had a black note book on hand and he only gave the broken window a glance before opening the notebook. "Honestly, it's still early in the morning and these kids are already causing trouble." He said more to himself. He smirked.

"Good morning, murderers." The fedora wearing man greeted. His eyes roamed the entire classroom before it specifically landed on Tsuna. He froze on his seat. A trickle of sweat fell down from his forehead to his chin. He knew what that man was indicating and he was wrong!

'You're wrong!' He wanted to scream but no words were coming from his mouth. 'You're wrong... I didn't do it.' His head hang low, the feeling of betrayal and guilt started to rush into his system like raging waters. Tsuna unconsciously bit his lips to stop himself from crying.

"First and foremost, My name is Reborn." He arranges his fedora. "I will be your class advisor for the span of four years. Yes, you are going to be stuck with each other for that long." He flipped a page of his notebook. "Now, to get with the real thing. The reason why you are here."

"The Amano Akira Academy is an institution that took in murderers such as yourself who — mind you — are still too young to go to jail." Reborn shrugged and he then flipped another page. "The school is situated on an island that is heavily guarded by Japan and America's greatest soldiers. And if you ever thought of running away, I assure you that they will not hesitate on shooting you till you're dead." He then smirked in an evil manner to the students right in front of him. Strangely none of them looked frightened. None except for the brunette on the far corner.

"Now, although you might think that this is still kind of imprisoning you. I assure you, it is not." Reborn started to walk around the room. "You can say that this is more like disciplining you. Over the course of the year we will teach you again to how to be a proper human." He smirked as he neared the boy who murdered the muscular man earlier. He still looked oblivious as he gave Reborn a smile. Tsuna had then concluded that he is indeed a psycho. "We will relieve you from your uncontrollable blood thirst."

"We, to be more precise. Are going to give you second chances in life." Reborn tapped his fedora down, successfully hiding one of his eyes. Smirk still intact. "The questions is if you'll survive." Then he laughed a humorless laugh.

'I wanna go home... ' Tsuna trembled in his seat.

"So!" Reborn clasped both of his hands together. "To start with everything off, why don't you introduce yourselves first? But with a twist." Reborn then again flipped another page of the notebook, this time it was about his students informations. "You have to say your name, age, hobbies and lastly... Your kill counts."

Series of murmurings then filled the air. Tsuna froze in his seat. K-kill counts?! But he don't have any! T-then what would he say? Surely he can't tell the truth right? Wait, maybe he can! In that way they might release him. Y-yes they might. . .

"Let's start with the girl on far left."

Said girl stood up from her seat. Her ponytail bounced with every step she takes and Tsuna noticed that her face was fixed into a happy smile.

"Hello hello!" She started, waving happily to everyone. "Name's Haru Miura! Fourteen years old! Haru likes to cosplay and Haru can sew too! Oh and kill counts..." She raised one of her hand and counted. She then folded her pinky and forefinger. "Is three! Please take good care of Haru!" Her aura was practically sparkling. Haru bowed and returned to her seat.

Needless to say Tsuna wasn't prepared for what he had heard. Well, for starters that Haru looked completely harmless at all!

"Good," Reborn tapped his pen to the notebook in satisfaction. "Next."

A boy with a curly hair stood and lazily made his way to the front. Tsuna noted that he was wearing some kind of a horn accessory and looked like he'll fell asleep any minute now. "My name's Lambo. Fourteen and uh, I like hitting on girls? And yeah... Kill counts... Six."

Series of gasps was heard at his confession. Lambo on the other hand doesn't look like he's faze by his confession, he merely shrugged his shoulder and went back to his seat. Reborn nodded and then motioned for the next to introduce himself.

Over the course of it, Tsuna had realized how dangerous this place is. Although no one has beaten Lambo's kill count yet, Tsuna had this strange feelings that the trump card had not been laid. And as the person in front of him stood, he realized his suspicion was proven right.

"Gokudera Hayato." He grumpily started. The silverette had his hands on his pocket and stood proud and tall. "Fifteen, Dynamite fishing. Kill counts, Ten."

If it was even possible, everyone seemed to stop breathing. Tsuna wasn't sure if this Gokudera person was serious about the dynamite fishing part but that was at the moment was his least concern. This person had killed ten people! Now, Tsuna was even more determined not to involve himself with him or anyone else from this place.

"Ah yes, you're that terrorist who had just been caught recently." Reborn nodded and scribbled something to Gokudera's information details. He raised his eyes to roam the place till it landed to the boy who had murdered their other classmate not earlier. "You're next." He told him.

The boy started to make his way to the front. The clueless glint in his eyes was still there as he dragged his bloodied bat with him. "Hello! My name's Yamamoto Takeshi. Fifteen years old, my hobby is playing baseball and kill counts... I think it was nine?" He laughed as he scratched his head, seemingly embarrassed by how he had forgotten the exact number.

Shit. Was all Tsuna could thought.

"Make that Ten, boy." Reborn motioned to the broken window. Yamamoto then again laughed before correcting himself then returned back to his seat.

It was now his turn, he realized. But he was frozen in his place. He couldn't stop shaking. Face contorted into a mortified expression. Hands clammy. If he'll go to the front and introduce himself then he have to say the number of people that he was accused of killing. No! It was too much! But Tsuna had also realized that if he were to say that he hasn't killed a single soul then his life would be in danger. He unconsciously gulped at the thought. He can't die yet. He DONT want to die yet.

"Hey, you're next." Someone from his right poked him with a tip of a ruler. It was a strange boy, he wears this huge frog hat and his face has this bored look on it. What was his name again? How many had he killed again? Shit! He was beginning to panic much to his dismay.

He gulped. Nodding shakily toward the boy before he staggered to the front.

Tsunayoshi Sawada had finally got a better look of the people that resides in this classroom. They, for starters, looked so young. Just the same as him. Just the same age as him. Kids just like him. Probably even that muscular man that had died earlier. But needless to say that they had in some point of their lives, had already killed someone.

And you know what scared him the most?

It was the fact that they didn't looked guilty or mortified unlike him.

"T-Tsunayoshi S-Sawada..." He stammered, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. "F-Fourteen... My hobby is reading... K-kill counts..." He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. He was uncontrollably shaking and he knew he it wasn't good. If normal bullies will attack him, he can pretty much handle them. But not these people. Not these kind of bullies. "K-kill counts, o-one." He lied.

Everyone was silent. It was obvious that they had been expecting it, in fact if he were to be ask they might be thinking that he probably killed that one person by accident.

... That until someone chuckled in the corner of the room. Reborn shook his head from left to right before he sauntered toward him.

"There's no need to be modest about your kill count, Sawada." He flipped his notebook open and smirked at him. "Tsunayoshi Sawada, Only child. Fourteen years old, prone to bullying but is quite helpful to anyone in need." He read the information and stop just right in front of him. Tsunayoshi subconsciously gulped.

"Kill count..." Reborn's smirk turned devious.

'No...' Tsuna wanted to say. His eyes went wide and never left the older man's lips as it started to move.

'I didn't do it!'

'Stop!'

'I-It wasn't me!'

"Twenty five..." And he swore the entire room's temperature dropped excidingly low.

'I didn't do it...'


Teenagers scare the living shit out of me.


Based from the Light Novel ; Psycho Love Comedy. I recommend you read it, y'know if you're interested in this kind of genre.

© KHR - Amano Akira