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To Move Chapter 1 To Understand Myself

It was lunch time and I watch everybody get together and eat and talk with each other. All of the desks were pair or squared off and I'm the only one alone. I want to cry, but I don't feel the tears so I get up to go to the roof. Maybe if Hibari was feeling friendly enough he'll talk to me, not like there is much to say. We're not friends, but he respects me because of my hidden strength and I respect his for the ability to show his.

When I got up everybody stopped talking for a few minutes and went back to eating. Hibari once told me in the beginning year of middle school that 'everybody was afraid of me'. I didn't understand that, so when I ask my mother about it she said that, 'I was a hard person to approach, therefore a little intimidating.' I remember my counter argument was that I'm shorter and barely play sports and my grades are average at best. What was there to be afraid of? She simply said, 'That all the things that I pointed out had nothing to do with being unapproachable. First impression does.'

Then I remembered the first day of school. I was already being bullied. I knew that fighting was against the school rule unless I wanted to be bitten to death by the head of the discipline committee, but I would be damn if I let somebody take advantage of me, so I laid them flat. After that, everybody had the tendency to avoid me. It kind of heart, but not to the point I got upset. Life moved on either with or without you so…

I went to the roof and I through the crack door I was able to see Yamamoto Takeshi and his baseball buddies, go on and on about how good Yamamoto is and how he was going to lead them to victory and it disgusted me. They were just using him to get to victory without even trying. I wondered though if he was to break his arm, would those same people be with him or without him.

I opened up the door to the roof further alerting them of my presence and the boys left except of Yamamoto. We looked at each other and I knew he knew I was listening.

I stared at him in wonder before asking, "You mind if I sit?"

He nodded in awe and that's when I realize this is the first time I actually spoke since school started.

Usually what people do is their business and not mines, but I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't throw my opinion out there.

"Not that it's any of my business, but they're using you," I said. He said nothing so I continued. "They're lazy and very deliberately dependant on you and you're letting them use you."
"They're my friends," he said in weak defense and I gave him a deadpan look.

"You know neither of use believed that," I said eating my food, I made a mental note to tell mom she put too much pepper in here. "You're lying and you're not stupid. I know you know that they aren't really your friends. They're using you making you work twice as hard to pull everybody else's dead weight. To be frank, Nimamori baseball team would be nothing without you." I snatched his right hand up and squeezed it. "Now let's just say something happen to this right arm of yours. Would your "friends" be with you or without you?" Yamamoto arm was shaking and it wasn't because of fear, I let go. "You think I haven't noticed, but some of us who really care noticed that you've been favoring your right arm lately." I leered at him. "Are you in pain?"

Yamamoto stayed quiet and I packed my lunch and his and stood up. I looked at him and stuck my hand out. "If you go to practice today, I can guarantee that you'll break your arm, let's go to the doctor and see what he says, and we'll figure things out from there."

Yamamoto asked, "Why are you helping me?"

"Hm, why am I," Tsuna pondered.

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The trip to the hospital confirmed all of my predictions and the doctor had put Yamamoto in a cast to insure that he didn't break his arm and they're making him not use his right arm for six weeks, three weeks to heal the fractures and the six weeks with absolutely no baseball playing courtesy of me. I wanted him to see what his life at school would be like if he suddenly lost that arm that made him so popular. He was going to lose his friend, I know it.

When I stepped out of the doctor room to go home, I met up with his dad.

"Are you his friend," he looked so hopeful that I almost didn't have the heart to say no.

"No, I'm not," I said.

"Then why," he asked.

"I watched Yamamoto and I saw what he was doing, he's trying to cope with something and I don't know what," I said looking the room Yamamoto was residing in. "He has no friends, I don't know about his family life, and the only he does is play baseball and he loves it. However, the "friends" he has are all fakes only looking at what he can do." I said scowling a bit. Why was I getting so involved? "I'm only helping him, because I don't want to see him get hurt. I need him for some reason to know that there are people who actually care and he could go to them if he just looks. Besides, I don't want those people to be the reason why he hurt himself so badly. I'm just being a good classmate.

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Today went exactly how I predicted it. I was satisfied and now it was up to Yamamoto on how he was going to react to it. He came up to the roof and sat next to me. We said nothing.

"I guess a thank you is in order," he said with a smile.

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to," I said. "I know you're upset that everything I said was true, but you knew it just as well as I did. You're anything but book smart, but you can read people as well. You can't stay in la-la land Yamamoto, I just had to remind you that these people were being fake to you."

He sighed, "They all hate me."

"That was to be expected," I said.

"They yelled at me because now, they won't be able to win any of the tournaments."

I nodded.

We sat in comfortable silence until he broke with a sudden question, "Will you be my friend?"

I blinked, "Why?"

"Because you said so yourself that I needed to look for the people who care for me," he smiles at me and I sighed.

"So you heard what I said, well I suppose, I'll let you know, I'm not the most sociable person, so I might not be a good friend." I said hoping to get him to move along.

He laughs, "It's okay, I'll be friends for the both of us."

So I guess that's how I got my first friend.

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