This story is the remake version of one of my story on Wattpad, which was (sort of) dropped mostly because of my writer block. I really like the original idea so i decided to remake it and post it here.

Hope you enjoy it :)))

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The world is wide and full of mysteries.

Ever since the beginning of time, there had been countless strange events and phenomena that tangled our curious minds, ranging from folk tales read for children before they went to bed to enigmatic occurences happened in various places, so many that people had eventually learned to accept it as a common part of life. Things happened everyday and many of those could well be beyond comprehension, even mankind could be considered as one of those mysteries. People was well aware that our world was full of strange and eccentric people, which didn't really bother them much as those were still human in their opinion. Still, not everyone expected to come across one on the street, let alone in their everyday learning environment.

The same situation happened to the students in class 2-A in Namimori Middle, a secondary school in an all peaceful town called Namimori in Japan. It began when a student from Italy transfered to the said class 2-A. Upon hearing the news of the foreign student, they were very delighted and excited to get to know him/her, afterall a student transfering from another country was not your everyday occurrence. Their exhilaration however, soon vanished the moment they saw a short boy with a mop of brown hair and brown eyes trudged in the classroom. The students directed a scrutinizing gaze at the boy as an image of a tiny brunette formed in their mind, eyes wide with innocence as he sat in a corner reading comics. Then they realized, the new student was actually their former classmate since kindergarten before he moved to Italy with his father in the middle of elementary years. They could still remember the sight of the brunette tripping over his own feet, being chase by Chihuahua, failing at almost everything, one memory sticked out the most though, was the boy's former nickname which reverberated all through the neighborhood.

Dame-Tsuna

The students stared intently at the brunette as he stood beside the teacher table with an impassive face, one hand loosely holding the strap of his bag. He looked bored and grumpy for some reasons, which was quite surprising as they hadn't seen that kind of expression on his face before. Back in their kindergarten years, the boy was known to be shy and thus not having many friends, if not any, which was probably a result of his very bad and awkward first impression when he introduced himself to the whole class at the beginning of kindergarten.

"H..hello, m...my name is Sa...Sawada T...Tsunayoshi, please call me Tsuna, N...nice to meet all of you"

He tripped on thin air right after that, making the class boom with mocking laughter, the thought of bullying a certain brunette had formed in some naughty kids' mind at that time.

Now though...

"Listen here dumba*!! My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi, Tsu.na.yo.shi!! If i ever hear anyone call me Tsuna, i will make sure to kick the damn a* of that one with no mercy!!! Got it!!!" grunted the brunette as the frown on his face seemed to deepen. The whole classroom was engulfed in an intense silence as all the other occupants, teacher included, stared at the new students with widened eyes and slacked jaws. Of all the things they could have expected, that remarkable introduction was definitely not one of those. Surely they have thought of the brunette, whose name was once again introduced as Tsunayoshi, to be more mature and maybe, more capable over the years. But insulting and threatening in the same sentence as his supposed to be introduction? It was like he did a 180 degrees and changed into a completely different person! He sounded exactly like a delinquent!

The students' musing came to an abrupt halt at the clattering sound of pulled chair as one of their classmate stood up from his position. He was among the bullies, they noted, and seeing the boy's smug smirk and his so-called 'superior' posture, he probably wasn't aware of the rising tension in the room.

"Don't be so cocky, you think you are so good that you can tell us what to do? I know you were called Dame-Tsuna back then-" a loud sound resounded in the room as a sandal whistled past the students' heads and slammed itself into the bully's face, effectively knocking the said boy out cold.

"Dame-Tsuna is not allowed either" the students cringed as they watched the brunette slowly made his way towards the back of the classroom. It was not until the boy took his seat near the window and directed his attention elsewhere that low murmurs started to break out among the students.

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"Yamamoto, wait!"

A raven-hair teenager, who was known as the baseball star of the school - Yamamoto Takeshi, upon hearing someone calling his name, turned his head around only to be met with the sight of his fellow classmates huddling together behind him. The weirdness of the situation didn't stop him from letting a wide grin stretch on his face though.

"Haha, what are you guys doing?"

"We should be the one asking you that! What are you doing approaching that guy?" one of the students said in a somewhat hushed tone, as if he was trying his best not to disrupt the beautiful sleep of a monster that was sure to eat him alive if he dared to make a move. The others seemed to agree with him as they all nodded while trying to be as still as possible. This made the classroom turn silent, which was unheard of as lunch time was usually full of noise. The ravenette just shrugged at this though, thinking it was probably some kind of newfound game of his classmates.

"Who?"

"That transfered student!" said the student as he pointed at a certain brunette sleeping soundly on his desk near where the ravenette was standing, seemingly oblivious to the world. The brown-hair teen had been slumbering since the first period and no one had made attempt to wake the teen up for they all, as ridiculous as it might sound, feard being delivered a sandal to the face. Because it hurt, a lot.

"Him? I was just about to wake him up or else he will miss lunch" said Yamamoto with a shrug, his seemingly permanent grin still presented on his face as he continued to make his way to the brunette's desk, paying no heed to the others' warnings. Adding to the students' terror, the raven-head teen voiced out the taboo word.

"Tsuna, it's lunch-" he was cut mid-sentence when the collar of his shirt was caught in a tight grip, then before the teen could utter a word, he was thrown out of the window...

"Yamamoto!!!" The students shouted out in fright as they hastily ran to the brunette's desk and peered out the window, frantically searching for their unfortunate classmate. To their relief, the baseball star was still there, clinging to the window frame with that ever permanent grin on his face, if they ignored the sweat pouring down from his forehead that is.

"Haha that was close" With that being said, Yamamoto slowly climbed up and jumped over the edge of the frame, landing swiftly on the floor under the admiring gaze of his peers.

"Wow that was cool Yamamoto"

"Yeah as expect of the baseball star of the school" then the tension in the room was quickly drown out by floods of praise. The ravenette in response just scratched the back of his head, a strange glint appeared in his eyes but was soon replaced by the ever presented wide grin. The students was still on with their praisings, but the ravenette paid no mind to it as he swung round to (bravely) resume his original purpose, just to find the seat empty and a brunette standing by the classroom door, looking annoyed as the glare seemed to intensify every passing minutes.

"That's the consequence of calling me Tsuna, you were just lucky back then, but i will make sure you won't be next time" the teen said in a threatening voice that effectively sent shiver to every occupants in the room, even the usually happy-go-lucky baseball star broke out in cold sweat as he fought back the urge to shrink back against the wall under the hostile glare of the brunette.

Sending one last glance at the whole class, the transfered student left the room.

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