Disclaimer: I don't own KHR! I just like to play with the characters.

Authors note: I had a good run with writing, so here comes Chapter one! Warning oocness, fluffyness and intolerant people. I played a little with my writing style. This story will have OC as sidekicks, they are not really important, but I needed some for the flow of the story. You know Villains and helpers and Mafia underlings ...

Well then, enjoy or not it's up to you!

against the norm

A warm breeze played with the curtains of an open window, letting in the sun of spring and the soft smell of Cherry blossoms. Clouds drifted lazy in the blue sky, playful, not dangerous. Long legs clad in flesh coloured tights, underneath a knee-length beige skirt, a white blouse, buttons were closed by elegant Fingers with well manicured nails.
A soft tune played in the Radio. A blazer the same colour as the skirt was put on, long silver hair flowing down, strong, but soft tresses shone like the most expensive silk. A straight back, shoulders which were too broad for a girls, hidden by the hair.
Black lashes stood in contrast to pale skin, but accentuating green eyes, full of intelligence, hiding a stormy nature. Full lips just slightly covered with lip-gloss, smiling at the strange cat.
One earring at each ear, small loops nothing more.
Well cut hair framed a mature face.
The mirror showed a beautiful girl, seventeen in years, to tall for a girl, the average height of a boy her age. Checking the contents of her school bag, everything was in order – pencil case, books, student ID a notebook to write in, Dynamite and a bulky belt buckle.
Turning off the radio and closing the window, a last glance trough the flat, nodding and exiting her door.
She locked the door, ignoring the profanities written all over it. The new neighbours were intolerant and stupid like that. She missed the granny who used to live there, but had died on Christmas.

The wind played with her hair as she walked to the house of her boyfriend to pick him up. A small yellow bird flew over her head and sang a strange song. From afar she heard gunshots and explosions, she shook her head slightly. Smiling all the way to his home.
By the time she came to a halt the door opened.
A handsome young man in the male school uniform, unruly brown hair, sticking in all directions.
Brown eyes showed much love and happiness at her sight.
"Good Morning Juudaime." a slight bow out of respect and a smile full of affection.
"Good Morning Hayato." a smooth voice greeting her, a hand hardened from fighting, stroking her hair, taking a strand to guide it to his lips, formed in a playful smile.
A three year old in an expensive suit rolled his eyes.
Two eight year old children ran out of the house, followed by a thirteen year old teen. The three of them saying their good byes running to school, excited about the new term.
The young couple followed them, their fingers in a playful embrace, their ways parted, the children going left the young adults right, waving to them.
They met another couple, greetings were exchange.
The girls stood in the middle, both boys wanted to form a wall to protect them.
Hayato was the second tallest of the four, Kyoko the smallest.
Nowadays their hair had the same length, but Kyokos was wavy and hers straight, they visited the hairdresser together every month.

At the schools gate stood a dangerous person, expanding his territory. Hibari Kyoya had transferred to High school.
They had nothing to fear, he looked them over and nodded, agreeing to their clothes and greeting them at the same time.
Taking a deep breath she looked to her friends and met encouraging smiles, nodding she walked trough the entrance of the school, taking her place in line, the entrance ceremony had to be attended. An old man, the principle, held a speech about not wasting your youth and learning for success. He got an applause and dismissed the students to their classes.

Luck was on their side, as they got into the same class yet again, together with Kurokawa Hana and Dokuro Chrome, who they met in the hallway. Both of them wishing her luck and gave encouraging words.

The room was filled with chatters, empty seats were on the wall, most students wanted to sit by the window, but for them the wall seats were perfect, sitting at the window was too dangerous.
She sat behind Kyoko and in front of Juudaime, Yamamoto at his left side, Chrome behind him. He wanted to change seats with her, she couldn't possibly look over his head, she refused, wanting to protect his back.
A ringing bell signalled the beginning of first period – homeroom. Students hurried to their seats, the teacher coming in, a strict female, aged and wrinkly, hair tight in a bun. Writing down her name at the blackboard, taking out the attendance list, she called people in alphabetical order. At hearing their names they stood up an bowed, like she wanted them to do it.
"Gokudera." She stood up, a beautiful girl, mature in her appearance a straight back, her composure was good, hands at her side she bowed, short and not deep. The teacher looked at her list and then at her, confusion and anger mixed together.
"I said Gokudera , not Gokutera ."
"I know." she replied calm, calmer than she really was – who the hell had the nerve to name themselves Gokutera?
"But?" The teacher demanded angry, a girl raised her hand, she was called upon. "I'm Gokutera Aya."
Now whispers were heard in class, some students called disgusting names at Hayato.
"So you are Gokudera Hayato?" A repelling look, full of hate.
"Yes." Her eyes on the teacher, challenging her to say something inappropriate.
"Why do you wear the girls uniform?" narrowed eyes.
"Because I am a girl." a glare.
"Your student ID says clearly that you are male." The teacher slammed the attendance list onto the desk.
"It measly shows the gender of my body, not my true one." her back was straight, her voice calm, because she knew Juudaime had her back regardless of what was going to happen. Most of the students in class were in an uproar, screaming profanities at her.
Juudaime stood up, Yamamoto followed, the same with Kyoko, Hana and Chrome. They looked at the other students – threatening and promising, the Family would stick together, no matter what.
The teacher shouted to quite down the class, students no longer raised their voices.
"Go to the principals office, he has to decide on your future at this school, but I don't see one." She handed Hayato a paper and ordered her out of the room.
Juudaime followed her.
He glanced at the teacher. "Sawada Tsunayoshi, I will accompany her."
He didn't wait for an answer, it wasn't necessary for him, he had to protect his woman.

The door closed behind them. He saw shaking hands - anger, frustration, fear, a storm of emotions behind green eyes. His hand took hers, guiding it to his lips, the knuckles were kissed, soft but reassuring.
"I'm with you." he caressed her cheek as he wiped away a stray tear. A whisper: "Thank you." followed by a shy smile.
They made their way to the principals office, the halls were empty, they heard voices coming out of classrooms, someone shouted "Extreme" they stifled their laughs at that.
They knocked at a door, handing the notice to the secretary, who let them in and looked confused.
"Sir I have a student here, who broke the dress code. His name is Gokudera Hayato and he wears the girls uniform." She brought the two in front of his desk.
He looked stern and unforgiving, he had no winkles from too much smiling. This man could also be a Mafia boss, his composure showed that he was a dominant male, not caring one bit how others felt.
His eyes met Tsunas. "And you are?" a deep voice, intimidating
"Sawada Tsunayoshi. I'm here as a witness." He wasn't intimidated, he knew how to deal with scary people, it was his job.
The principal looked at Hayato, thoughtful.
"Did you loose a bet?"
"No."
"Are you wearing it for fun?"
"No."
"Did someone force you to wear it?"
"No."
"Are you a girl?"
"Yes."

The principal leaned back, motioning for the couple to sit down. They sat at chairs in front of his desk, looking at him expectedly. He tapped his finger against the desks top. The secretary had Hayatos files and handed them over to the man. He read trough it and shut it.
"Do you have some sort of attest, which declares your statement to be right?"
"Yes." She opened her bag and took out a folder, handing it to him.
"Those are copies of my psychological record." her voice was firm, she wouldn't give up. He read them.
"You should have informed the school beforehand. Some of the teachers don't take it lightly when someone doesn't stick to social standards. And most of the students are the same. Things like that have to be brought up slowly and smooth. We could have had scheduled an information day with a psychologist and people who are like that. Our society is too uptight for things that happen too fast. You came onto them like a storm, without warning, now you have to face the consequences."
The stern principal smiled at her, warm and forgiving.
"You didn't break any rules, therefore you won't receive punishment. And I think, you will go trough enough hardships on your way to adulthood. But don't hesitate, march forward, hold your head high and your believe firm – nobody has the right to judge you. You are you, never forget that. I will talk to the teachers, but you have to face the students alone."
Hayato nodded, but Juudaime interfered.
"She is not alone, she has a Family at her side."
He exchange a glance with the principal, who nodded and dismissed the both of them. Hayato smiled at the old man and thanked him for his understanding, bowing as she exited the door.

In the halls she breath out deep, hugging Juudaime.
"I thought he would bite my head of." Tsuna stroked her hair.
"I think that isn't too far of. Didn't you read his Name?"
"No." She looked back at the nameplate on the principals office `Hibari Kyota´
"Do you think he is his grandfather?"
"I wouldn't be surprised. Hibari-san was really accepting, wouldn't be surprising with an understanding grandfather like that." They were still holding each other and laughed soft. Drowning in the odour of the other, feeling content and safe.
"Let's go back. We have more enemies to fight than we can count." Juudaime smiled at her, she nodded and let go of him, already missing his warmth. She intertwined her pinky with his, feeling the Vongola ring.

At the door to the classroom she let go, breathed deep and opened it. The teacher and students looked at her. She smiled sweet at them and sat down on her chair, took out her notebook, pencils and books. Tsunayoshi did the same, but he glared at the others. He really was overprotective, but he couldn't help it – his girlfriend was just too cute.
The teacher gave them the evil eye, but didn't say anything, she would confront the principal about this abnormality. Something like that wasn't needed in society, in the old times mental hospitals would correct perverted people like that, she would not teach this thing.

Hushed whispered hurting words filled the room, making it hart to concentrate on the teachers words. Someone threw paper balls at her, she looked up, but didn't see the offender. She took the paper, unfolding and reading it – Go die Fag! - she gridded her teeth, idiots should just shut up.
Behind her Juudaime was thoughtful, pondering how to make the class accept her. If they were Mafiosi, he would just let them know their place, if necessary with violence.
But those guys were just civilians, they couldn't possibly harm them.
The bell signalled the end of the first lesson, as soon as the teacher had left the room students began to approach Hayato, searching for a conflict. Some of their classmates, a few people they did know since Middle school, were the leaders. One of them was a friend of Yamamoto, a member of the baseball club. The same guy, who had had the nerve to call Hayato a faggot.
"I knew you were a faggot, ever since middle school." he was mocking.
"And even than I said, that I'm straight." those guys weren't intimidating her, she could kill them all in one go without beating a lash. Her voice showed how much she didn't care about them. She stood, her five friends at her side, glaring at the others.
"Don't give us that shit! You're just a cross dressing pervert!" the offender spat, his underlings laughed.
"You should calm down – Gokudera is a girl." Yamamoto wanted to calm them all down, it was in his nature to do so, conflict was never a good solution. "Yamamoto we are friends, but I doubt, that the baseball club will let you join, if you hang out with homos." The guy knew how much he loved baseball and had the nerve to say something like that.
"Well, it doesn't matter. I didn't plan to join the Club during High school!" He laughed carefree, but people who knew him, were aware that it was the kind of laugh he would show before striking with his sword.
"Did you join the fag alliance?" The guy was shocked and couldn't believe Yamamotos words, without him the Nami Highs baseball team was as good as dead!
"If that makes me a better human being, than yeah, I did join." Now the Rain guardian had a glare in his eyes, but a grin on his lips. It was dangerous territory from now on. But the others didn't see it.
Nobody in the room had registered that the bell had rung and their next teacher stood behind her desk, following the conflict closely and looking at her teaching materials.
"Do you want to let us be defeated? We wanted to go to the nationals!" Now everyone could hear the panic in this voice.
"Sorry, but I like to spend time with my true friends and not just with baseball buddies. Baseball is fun and I love it, but it's not the most important thing in my life." Yamamoto glanced at Kyoko, who blushed and smiled at him.
The baseball guy wanted to punch him, but the teacher interrupted.
"That is all good and well, but you should be aware that the lesson has started."
All eyes were on her. She was young, chubby, had tangled hair and her clothes were baggy. But her glare was the real deal.
The students rushed to their seats, bowing in apology.
"My name is Nanashi, and I'm your Ethics teacher. It's a new subject at this school normally it would be optional, but the principal was in the opinion that young people need more morale. Therefore he made it obligatory."
She looked around and grinned at them, her gaze lingered on Hayato, just for a few seconds.
"My teaching materials state I should begin with religious stuff, but I skip all that. We will talk about differences in people and therefore intolerance. We will talk about all differences – Religion, colour, gender and sexuality, you name it." Her voice was nice, but had an underlining tone, which wouldn't tolerate inappropriate behaviour.
The class got agitated.
"Please be quite! We will work in groups, but for the beginning, we should know more about each other." She held up a small red ball. "I throw it to the first person – you get the ball, you introduce yourself, name, hobby, goal for life."

She threw it, a girl caught and said everything about herself, even things the teacher didn't want to know. Like that it got around and landed in Yamamotos hand.
"Name: Yamamoto Takeshi, Hobbies: going on dates, hanging out with friend, sword play and baseball, Goal: to marry Kyoko and make many little ones!" he laughed. Kyoko was beet red and wanted to hide under her desk. This man was just to direct for his own good.
He looked around and thought about were to throw it and then he saw his target, grinned, took the ball and threw to the guy who had the nerve to insult his friend. Said guy wasn't able to catch the ball, it whacked right into his guts, knocking the breath out of him, he fell to the floor unconscious. Yamamoto scratched his head and laughed: "Sorry, I just can't hold back."
The teacher looked at the guy: "Well just let him sleep there, he will wake up when his nap is over." she pulled a Nana and ignored the dying boy.
Someone took the ball and threw it to Tsuna, who failed to catch it, it smacked in his face and rolled in his open hand.
The class laughed. He blushed.
"I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi, I love to spend time with my friends and to go on dates or just lazing around. My goal for life is to die peaceful in my sleep." It was a strange goal, but not too far fetched, he could be shot at any time and he didn't want to die while fighting or to die an excruciating death. He wanted to die as an old man – peaceful in his sleep.
Hayato looked at him surprised, but then she smiled, he gave the ball to her, she stood up.
"My name is Gokudera Hayato. I have too many hobbies to talk about in such a short time. My most important goal for now is to become a woman who doesn't need to be ashamed of herself." There were whispers because of that statement. She smiled and threw the ball behind her – to Chrome, who caught it with little difficulty.
"Dokuro Chrome, none, not telling." she was shy, and her voice soft and she didn't want to expose much of herself.
The next one was Kyoko, she said her Hobbies were Shopping, cooking and eating cake, her goal in life was to marry and get children. Hana didn't say much about herself, but she wanted to become a lawyer. As soon as the bell rang they had finished their introductions, the teacher had scribbled something down.
"Well then, that's all for our first lesson." She took her things waved at them and was out of the room. The guy who was almost killed by a ball was still laying on the floor.
"Shouldn't someone bring him to the nurse?" One of his buddies asked, the other followers looked at him like he had two heads – none of them wanted to carry such a big guy. But during their discussion he opened his eyes, groaned because of the pain and stood up. Wobbly on his legs he dragged himself to the nurse, glaring at Yamamoto, who just grinned friendly.

The short breaks didn't give more space for war declaration, but people would still glare at Hayato or say stupid things. It hurt, but she wouldn't show it, it was her choice to live her life as a girl and it was her damn privilege. Nobody had the right to interfere with her life. She wouldn't show weakness. She would struggle against the norm.

Lunch was spend outside of the classroom in an office, Hibaris office.
Juudaime had to discuss things with his guardians, whatever it was it seemed serious. Hibari looked uncomfortable, but said nothing, sitting behind his desk. But when Mukuro appeared he almost snapped, Tsuna got between them – they could fight later, he had to make an announcement.
"Now that you all are here." he looked at Ryouhei who came to late: "I have something important to tell you." He took a deep breath.
"The ninth decided that we, the tenth generation of Vongola, have to take over the Japanese branch of the Family. But I said, that it's your choice if you want to do it." He looked at his guardians, friendly, not demanding.
"I will gladly accept Juudaime!" Hayato sparkled, the excitement clear in her eyes. Finally she would be able to proof herself worthy. He smiled at her, knowing what was going on in her cute head.
"Count me in!"
"I'm extreme with you!"
"Boss … " Chrome looked from Tsuna to Mukuro and back: "I'll do it." Mukuro looked at her, proud but also hurt. Hibari didn't say anything, the same as Mukuro. He looked at them.
"What about you two?" his voice was nothing more than a whisper.
"I will not join the Mafia." Mukuro saw him straight in the eye: "But I will help Chrome whenever she needs me." Tsuna smiled brightly at him.
"I understand, please do as you like!"
Hibari openly glared at Tsuna: "I work with nobody, but I will see to it, that rule breakers will be punished." He wasn't the Cloud guardian for nothing, he would help in his own ways, protecting the Family from an outside view, free and untamed.
"Well then. I will give you the address of our Namimori office. We will meet there, early evening at seven sharp." He handed them all a file, it contained location of the office and the dress code, some simple rules and names and faces of people who worked there.
"Please burn the papers when you are finished with reading."
His friends nodded just and read trough the files while eating their lunch. No questions were asked and as soon as they finished they destroyed the papers with Hayatos Storm flames. Tsuna nodded, approving their cooperation.
"Well then, I think we should leave, the bell will ring soon." With that Tsuna dismissed his guardians with a grin, because Hibari seemed even more irritated than before. By the Time they had left the room, the schools bell signalled the end of lunch.

The rest of the school day was almost peaceful, some people had the nerve to whisper insults about Hayato. But they didn't say any more hurtful things loud, because they saw how she had exited the room of the disciplinary committee, unhurt. They hadn't a death wish, when Hibari Kyoya approved Hayatos choice of clothing, then they wouldn't go against the freak, not openly.

"Should I bring you home?" Tsuna asked on their way out of school, he was worried about her. He knew Hayato was strong and more than just capable of protecting herself from physical harm. But he also knew that she had a delicate heart and had to struggle against her own emotions.
He was sure, that she would cry once alone at home. He didn't like to see her beautiful eyes all red from crying.
She pondered for a moment, almost saying yes, but remembered the profanities written at her door.
"No, there is no need to. And we will see each other in the evening." She smiled at him, he could sense that she wanted to hide something, contemplating whether to ask her straight out or just following her secretly.
He sighed, he had to trust her.
"I had liked to spend more time with you, though." than he did something daring, he let go of her hand and snug his arm around her waist, holding her close at his side.
It was the first time he did it and Hayato was blushing like mad, not really knowing what she should do.
She had seen couples walking like this, but couldn't remember where the girls hand was supposed to go, so she just grasped her hands around the handle of her school bag and held it in front of her legs, enjoying Juudaimes warmth.
One of their classmates saw the two and took a photo, hell bend to spread it around. He wouldn't tolerate those Homos.

And that was chapter one! review anyone? I try to upload once a week, but I can't promise anything!