A/N: Yo! This was inspired by a random plot bunny that's been around for a while but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy reading! Sorry if the povs are abit confusing...
His world was mostly silent. As he would walk through town to school and between classes, his world was mostly quiet. Only the hum of white noise filtered through this ears. Only dull colours were filtered through his vision.
The same name was littered in his path. Dame-Tsuna. Dame-Tsuna. It was a trail of crumbs that lead tormentors straight to him. Later he would be nursing bruises and wounds under the cover of sickly cream tiles in his bathroom.
When looking at the mirror, he would ignore how his vision would blur... And how the tears seemed to never end.
"Hibari-san... What are you doing here?" Tsunayoshi slowly leaned up from his spot on the roof, giving a small yawn before glancing at the disciplinary chairman.
"Making sure you don't do anything silly herbivore." The older teen had closed the gap between them in seconds and before the brunet could blink, he felt the familiar texture of Hibari's jacket over his shoulders. Another blink and Kyouya was sitting beside him.
"Any pointless chatter and I'll bite you to death Tsunayoshi." Kyouya said, earning himself a huff that was half amused, half exasperated. A sudden thud from behind warned the pair of another presence and before long Tsunayoshi was squished between two teens.
"Yo Tsuna! Skipping class again?" Takeshi gave the brunet a warm smile and Kyouya a two finger salute.
"Stop crowding herbivore or I'll bite you to death." The raven growled before lying completely down, head in the brunet's lap. Giving a final glare as warning, the disciplinary fell asleep, ignoring the stifled laughs and a look of chagrin aimed his way.
"What would you do?"the brunet had been surprised when he was approached by the school's baseball ace for advice. What would he know? He was Dame-Tsuna, the one who made every sport team lose just from his presence alone. He had stayed silent though as Yamamoto relayed his troubles, only the thought of 'Why?' running through his head.
"Well, maybe you need to practice more? And just keep working hard I guess..." Hesitance rang true in his words as he hid his eyes under his bangs.
"Of course, nothing better than hard work, ain't there?" Tsunayoshi was met with a large smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Thanks for the advice!" The next day the baseballer had arrived with a broken arm. The day after, he was throwing himself from the roof.
"Oh look who it is, Dame-Tsuna. Haven't seen you by yourself lately." "Did your lapdogs finally decide to leave you?" A few leers and grunted chuckles accompanied the bullies jeers. The brunet himself sported a bored look as the three bullies towered over him. A hand struck out, grabbing his blazer and lifting him from his feet.
"Looks like we can finally show you your place Dame-Tsuna." Tsunayoshi payed barely any notice as he leaned back and silently counted to ten.
"Kyouya, please try not to kill them." As the words struck the three, a tonfa was brought down upon the bully closest to him, allowing him to touch ground and quickly run for safety.
"I'll make no such promises, herbivore."
Breathless, he burst out onto the roof, disregarding the loud slam the door made.
"Yamamoto-san!" The crowd parted at the piercing yell, allowing a small brunet to stumble his way to the front. Students only jeered as he approached the baseballer, the familiar nicknames of 'Dame' and 'Useless' accompanying an array of insults. The brunet paid no mind though as he tried to think of what to say next.
"Why are you doing this Yamamoto-san?" Bent at the knees, blood roared near his ears. He could barely catch the boy's words... But he did. And they only reminded him of the broken smile he had given him days ago.
"You shouldn't give up your life just because you won't be able to place baseball anymore. Injuries can heal but if you end it all now, how are you going to get a second chance? And what about your family? How are they going to feel?" Waving his arms in both demonstration and frustrated worry, the brunet took a few steps forward. Pleading with his eyes as they matched gazes, Tsunayoshi was happy that the raven appeared to contemplate his words before slowly attempting to pull himself over the fence. A collected sigh of relief could be heard behind the pair but Tsunayoshi gave them no attention, eyes steeled ahead.
Approaching the fence to help, neither of them paid no attention to the dangerous wobble the fence gave under their combined weight. With fumbled movement and a thunderous snap later, they were sent flying downwards. Gasps tore from their lungs and screams danced above them. Facing upwards in frenzy and terror, Tsunayoshi's vision was overtaken by a streak of black. A rough jerk almost ripped his arm from his socket but it was the feeling of solid concrete under him that became more important as the world again slowed down. Next to him, he could see Yamamoto-san try to catch his hurried breaths.
"Stupid herbivores. Don't you have any self preservation?!" Flinching at the dark tone, the pair were faced with a face of fury. The silver-blue eyes raked their shuddering forms for any injuries.
"Herbivores," The disciplinary chairman had glared back at the crowd still lingering behind the trio, " The baseball herbivore is now banned from participating in any of your club activities." It took a few moments for the words to register amongst everyone.
"But Yamamoto is our best baseball player! If he doesn't play, then we will start losing our games!"
"Yeah! What will we do if Yamamoto can't substitute when the other clubs need help." The whole crowd voiced their various complaints with indignation, ignoring the growing growl that arose from Hibari.
"Stop with your incessant whining and crowding before I bite you all to death." His words were accompanied by the instant appearance of two tonfa. At that point the lingering students made a mad dash for the roof door, none of them wanting to the latest victim of Hibari's rage. Neither Tsunayoshi or Takeshi made any move to leave and a tense silence settled upon the trio.
"Is that all I am? Just a means to winning..." The mumble that left Yamamoto's mouth left the brunet both sympathetic yet also depressed. The boy that had mostly represented a distant dream of friends to the brunet should not have been left to feel so sad and betrayed in such a way. He needed to fix it.
"U-um... I don't that's it Yamamoto-san. I think that Yamamoto-san is too kind and talented that..." His words were left hanging as his face became flushed red. Ducking for a moment, the brunet found himself crushed against the teen's chest and most of his breath knocked out of him.
"Don't leave me..." The brunet hesitated before circling his arms around and leaning against the heaving chest. Behind him, Tsunayoshi heard a few steps approach before stopping before the the pair. Above, Hibari just stared outwards, sparing them only a few quick glances but nonetheless made no motion to leave.
"Want to sleep over tonight?" Both Tsunayoshi and Takeshi had spent the afternoon gaming away as Hibari, commandeering Takeshi's bed, flicked through various pieces of paperwork for Namimori Middle School.
"Hn."
"If that's okay with you..." Laughing at the blush that coloured his friend's face, Takeshi ran downstairs into his father's restaurant. It was unusually quiet this afternoon so the teen found his dad cleaning a few tables.
"Otou-san, is it okay if Tsuna and Hibari sleep over tonight?" Glancing up, Tsuyoshi eyed him with a critical eye before grinning.
"Of course Takeshi! Just make sure to bring them down for dinner. On the house!" Giving a nod, Takeshi turn to run upstairs as a comforting hand was placed in his shoulder. "I'm glad that you've made some friends." Tsuyoshi could easily remember all the times that his son had previously come home with large groups of his class mates, each one showering praises for his sporting abilities or laughing at his laid back attitude. Never once did any of kids make his son truly smile, or laugh from the bottom of his heart until he had brought home the pair that were now upstairs.
"Yeah, they're cool, aren't they?"
"Maa maa, I don't think we need all this to study Hibari." Subconsciously running a hand through his hair, Yamamoto eyed the piles of textbooks and sheets with a grim smile. "Hn." The raven grunted in a dismissive fashion, pushing a pile of books in front of a reluctant Tsunayoshi.
"Do we have to Hibari-san?"
"You two herbivores are now my responsibility now. I expect you to not fall behind in your studies whilst attending your duties." After the incident, Hibari had claimed responsibility over the pair. Which unfortunately also included their grades.
"Herbivores, well be starting with your weakest subjects." Which, Tsunayoshi thought, explained why his pile mostly consisted of thick maths textbooks.
"This sounds like fun." Grinning, Yamamoto gleefully eyed the row of disciplinary members that had gathered in his friend's office.
"Hopefully this will keep you herbivores in line." Both him and Tsuna had been invited to join the disciplinary committee that afternoon, well, more like dragged the pair and started to give them small jobs to complete.
"Sushi herbivore, you'll be patrolling with Kusakabe today." With a two finger salute he followed the vice-chairman out, slightly surprised when then rest of the members silently filed out behind him. That left Tsunayoshi with Hibari, who began to receiving various pieces of paperwork.
"Complete." Grumbling at the unfairness of extra work after school, the brunet began to work.
Of course, when students began to notice the growing companionship between the trio, rumours began to circulate.
"Yamamoto, is it true that your now hanging out with Hibari-san and Dame-Tsuna?" He had been asked the same sort of question since he had first made his appearance that day.
"You really shouldn't hang out with Dame-Tsuna! He's just useless." 'Useless' was what made him realise the biggest mistake he had made to date.
"And Hibari-san is really scary! He will hurt you! Especially if he gets in an angry mood." 'Scary' was what saved them that day when he had caused both Tsuna and him to fall.
No matter what his classmates said, he wouldn't leave them. He probably couldn't. The wound in his heart was still too raw. And why would he? They never asked for anything extra from him. Sure, Hibari was usually too happy and eager to create a fight at any opportunity given and Tsuna was mostly either too shy for his own good or too caring but he wouldn't give that up.
"Good morning Yamamoto-san." Peering up at the light voice, Takeshi eyed the pair that now occupied the doorway. One gave him a slight nod, a menacing glare to the rest of his class and a ruffle through sienna spikes before leaving. The other, slightly shy after the attention he received, shuffled over to his table. A small but delighted smile adorned his friends face.
"How are you this morning?"
"Haha, awesome." They were perfect for him.
A/N: I'm unsure as to whether to leave as just a one shot or not and also the fact as to whether the mafia would be involved if I did continue. Any opinions you have on this story just leave as a review below please. I do have a few plans I could do but as I said I'm not sure whether to continue or not.
