Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyou Hitman Reborn; the cover image of the Breakers' mansion is not mine
Warning: Unclear Outsider's POV; possible OOCness; Misconceptions and Misunderstandings; I can't remember if Class 2-A is actually Tsuna's classroom but I'm gonna pretend that it is until someone corrects me
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Namimori was a peaceful town. A bit strange, but no less peaceful. The crime rates in the small town were nearly non-existent compared to the rest of Japan, and the most violence the denizens encountered was that of their own making when competing for the best sales in the market or when they failed to adhere to the simple "No Crowding" rule.
Although peaceful, it wasn't necessarily a bore to live in Namimori. There were always new, exciting things that happened, even if it didn't directly involve someone they knew.
The local police, street gangs, Yakuza, and hospitals were all under the dictatorship of a 16-year-old boy. Explosions were commonplace and gun shots could be heard nearly everyday. Buildings were often built and renovated overnight in order to keep up with all the collateral damage of said explosions. Foreign celebrities and their bodyguards were a common sight to see and their fancy cars littered the streets in the same suburb. And, if you were lucky, you might see them sunbathing leisurely on a sunny day. Children played with fire on a daily basis, and the upstanding sushi chef next door apparently had ties to the underworld.
None of that really mattered though. Whereas someone from another city may have broken down from all the sheer chaos that was Peaceful Namimori, any Namimori citizen would have gone about their day, knowing that misery loved company and that the best way to avoid it was to pretend it didn't exist. Unless that misery was a Hibari, that is.
Of course, when all the children of Namimori were gathered in a building for the purpose of learning, it went without saying that the ones who avoided chaos had to mingle with the ones who caused it. As such, an immunity to incredulity was easily established and the willing suspension of disbelief was a highly endorsed self-defense mechanism.
So when the Headmaster of Namimori Chu personally announced to Class 2-A that they would be partaking in a fully-funded fieldtrip to Italy, no one batted an eyelash. No one asked why their class was the only one going or why some rich foreigner wanted them to stay at his mansion or why a baby wearing a three-piece suit was pointing a gun at them. No one asked how the school managed to procure each student in Class 2-A a Japanese passport or how they managed to get their signatures on the documents.
Instead, they easily packed the passports into their book-bags, and broke into an excited chatter about their upcoming trip to Italy. The sound of a head banging onto a desk in defeat and a miserable groan were habitually ignored by the rest of the class barring a few, and the rest of the day was filled with chipper students.
When the fated day arrived and the class was led to a private terminal to a private jet, the class indulged themselves in the once-in-a-lifetime luxury, starry-eyed, while a brunet pouted and sulked in a corner with his friends, away from the rest of the class.
When the jet landed, the class was greeted with smartly dressed men lined up on either side of a red carpet, leading to a finely shined limousine – the door held open by a chauffer. When they climbed inside, no one was more surprised than Dame-Tsuna to see Sawada-san waiting for them in the car.
To the class' amusement, Dame-Tsuna stuttered and hysterically asked his mother why she was there. Despite Dame-Tsuna gradually growing out of his clumsy, no-good phase in life, his Dame-ness would occasionally reappear. It was only the woman's presence that kept them from teasing and ribbing Dame-Tsuna for having his mother follow him out of the country.
Dame-Tsuna's lackeys – how in the world did that even happen? – Gokudera and Yamamoto, and the class idol, Sasagawa Kyoko, and her friend, Kurokawa Hana, exchanged familiar greetings with Sawada-san.
After Sawada-san explained that she had been asked to be the class' chaperone and when she started exclaiming how she hoped to see her "Tsu-kun's father," the class returned to their previous conversations. The grimace on Dame-Tsuna's face at his mother's wish was absently registered by his classmates – either for the childish pet name or at the mention of his absentee father, they did not know.
After a while of chatting amicably with one another and gaping at the sights they passed by, the vehicle finally came to a stop. The chauffer exited the vehicle and opened the car door for them. They got out one-by-one and stared wide-eyed at the fancy restaurant before them.
"Ah, that's right!" Sawada-san smiled. "You guys haven't eaten since the flight, right?" And with that, they followed her into the expensive-looking restaurant.
A smartly-dressed man greeted them inside and directed them to the back of the restaurant, away from the suspiciously empty front enterance. They walked towards a pair of intimidating men wearing a black suit and sunglasses guarding a set of heavy oak doors. The two men took a good look at the class before opening the doors and ushering them inside.
There were more men inside, all wearing the same black suit and sunglasses. Each one as intimidating as the next as they stood in the perimeter of the private room. There was a long table in the center with plate settings that looked fit for an expensive banquet.
There was a blond man sitting at the end. Contrary to the suits that surrounded them, he wore a casual outfit. When they entered, he got up and walked towards them with a charming smile that sent the girls to a swoon.
"Ciao," he greeted. "I hope you guys don't mind joining me for lunch before you set off to the mansion."
"Oh, my!" Sawada-san exclaimed happily. "Dino, dear, is that you?"
The handsome foreigner turned and smiled warmly at the woman. "Mama," he said, to their bewilderment. "It's so good to see you!"
Sawada-san went around and gave him a hug before cupping his face with both hands. "Oh," she cooed. "You've grown so much! How have you been? You don't visit as often as you used to."
The young man – newly dubbed as Dino by Sawada-san – rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. It was a disturbingly familiar gesture. "I've been busy with the Family business lately," he explained. "I didn't think you'd be coming on the trip, Mama. That reminds me! Where's my lil' bro at?"
He surveyed the class and perked up, waving cheerily towards the back of the crowd. Class 2-A pondered the identity of the foreign ikemen's brother, disbelieving that he had just referred to Sawada-san as his mother.
"Di-Dino!" Dame-Tsuna exclaimed with wide eyes, to the class' disbelief. "Wha- what are you doing here?!"
"Visiting my little brother, of course!" With another grin that left the school girls blushing, Dino went back to the table and pulled out the seat next to him before sitting down at the head of the table once more. "Come sit next to me, Tsuna!"
Eyes followed as Dame-Tsuna went to sit by the foreigner, followed by Gokudera, Yamamoto, Kyoko, and Hana. Sawada-san went to sit across Dame-Tsuna on the other side of Dino. Following their example, the rest of the class went to take a seat as well.
"A-ano…" a blushing girl started. "Dino-san, how do you know Dame- I mean – Sawada?"
He flashed her a smile. "He's my cute little brother, of course!"
"EHHH?!"
The class looked back and forth between the two.
"You guys don't look alike at all!"
"Yeah! You're so much cooler than Dame-Tsuna."
"He's so clumsy."
Under their jibes, they could clearly see Dame-Tsuna flushing red, ducking his head down and Dino frowned.
Dino gave them a reproving look. "Believe it or not, I used to be pretty clumsy when I was younger, too."
Sawada-san nodded, smiling. "You always made a mess everywhere, didn't you, dear? I remember you were always spilling your food all over the table at dinner and tripping down the stairs and –"
"You don't have to say all that, Mama…"
Apparently, clumsiness ran in the family.
As the conversation progressed to reveal that Dino had also had troubles with his studies when he was younger, the waiting staff proceeded to set food on the table, and the class was properly distracted.
The food looked delicious and foreign. Different kinds of pasta dishes were on every other plate and red was a prevalent color through out the table.
"Well, eat up!" Dino smiled. "I hope you guys know how to use cutlery. The restaurant doesn't provide chopsticks."
It was a little alarming to hear that, but they tried their best to impress. It was a different experience, and a little awkward when the food slipped off their forks. The spoons were more familiar to use.
"So… Dino-san," a boy started. "Are you the one who funded our trip?"
They hoped he would say no and relieve them of the fear that they had bullied the little brother of an incredibly rich man.
"Oh, no. That wasn't me." Dino laughed. "I just happened to hear that my little brother and his class were on a trip here and decided to buy out a restaurant to meet my cute little brother's classmates."
"B-b-buy out?"
"Yeah, it was pretty last minute, so it cost me a prettier penny than it normally would have."
The girls took on worried looks. "Is that okay? You didn't have to–"
But the blond just waved off their concerns. "It's fine, it's fine. It's not everyday that Tsuna comes and visits, you know? Besides, you guys don't have to worry. It hardly made a dent in my wallet, anyway."
Class 2-A gained varying degrees of flummoxed expressions. Just how rich was Dame-Tsuna's big brother?!
"I was a little disappointed though," Dino sighed. "My cute student didn't join you guys on your trip…"
"He would have hated it," Dame-Tsuna deadpanned.
"That's true. I guess that means I'll just have to settle for when I visit Namimori again."
"You teach?" A girl asked.
Were all teachers in Italy as rich as this guy?
"Ah, no. Not regularly," Dino answered. "I just have one student and he's a bit of a problem child. He goes to your school, but I doubt you guys know him. He's older than you."
"Who is it?"
"I don't know if you know him. His name is Kyouya, and I think he's part of the Disciplinary Committee."
The class blanched. There was only one Kyouya that they knew of and he was most definitely in the Disciplinary Committee. His very name struck fear into people of all ages in Namimori.
Hibari Kyouya.
"Y-you tea-teach Hiba-Hibari-san?" a boy stuttered.
Dino perked up. "You know him then?" His voice was disturbingly chipper and bright. "He's such a handful, but he's a good student. Very strong and quick on the uptake."
"What do you teach him?" another boy asked incredulously.
"Well, it's more tutoring than teaching, per say. He already knew how to fight when I took him under my wing."
"F-f-f-fight?!"
"Mhm! He was pretty rough around the edges in the beginning and needed to learn more control and finesse, but he's gotten a lot better, haha!"
A familiar sense of terror washed over the class. However, instead of the cause being Hibari Kyouya, it was his teacher.
It was different, they thought, to find out that they had been bullying a rich man's younger brother. But it was another, completely different animal altogether, to find out that they had been bullying the younger brother of an incredibly rich man whojustsohappenedtobetheonewhowasteachingHibariKyouyahowtofight.
Frankly, they weren't quite too sure if the seemingly amiable man was even aware that he was happily dining with his brother's tormentors and if the food had been laced with something and ohmygodtheyweregonnadie! But they had to eat – who knew what would happen if he got offended?
The rest of the meal was quiet and tense. At least, on their end. The head of the table, comprising of the Sawadas and Dame-Tsuna's friends were chatting energetically. When the meal was done, the waiting staff removed the plates, and Dino & co. led the group out of the restaurant, surrounded by the suits, who they suspected were Dino's bodyguards.
Just before they entered the limousine to take them to wherever else they were supposed to go, Dino bid them all farewell, receiving a hug from his mother, before heading out into one of the many black cars. The suits followed after, entering their own vehicles, before driving off in an important-looking formation, with Dino's car in the center.
After seeing him off, the students entered the limousine one-by-one and returned to their former chatter in an attempt to ease their apprehension, fervently trying to ignore Dame-Tsuna and his ilk.
Yeah... another Outsider POV
And i'll admit it: I've been reading those Trip-to-Italy fics lol