'Sup, people? (Oh my god, I haven't written a fanfiction in FOREVER.)

I ended up getting back into my KHR obsession, and this silly idea suddenly popped up.

This is, indeed, a High School (boarding school, really) AU with no Mafia (that I know of. Mostly businesses and the like.), lots of le gay, and some genderbending. :D

Tsuna is quite OOC for now, yes, but she has her moments of typical!Tsu-chan (other characters may end up being OOC, too). I'm also trying my best not to use Japanese suffixes unless necessary, because, well... Writing -san, -chan, -kun, over and over will make me rage with the passion of a thousand suns. :| Therefore, it may come up occasionally, but that's it.

This will end up being a whole batch of drabbles, really. Not too much plot, for now. If you think I'm going too far off the beaten path, please let me know!

Known Pairings (Future) for Now:
Xanxus/Fem!Tsuna
Reborn/Skull
Hibari/Fem!Yamamoto

Note: I apologize for all the jumping around in this drabble! Unbeta'd and le muses just... Threw it at me this way. I think it's weird, but okay. And this was written in my history class. There.

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"HIIEEEE!"

Somewhere in Tsunako Sawada's subconscious, she cries for a normal, happy lifestyle.

Of course, with her luck, that's a mere wisp of a dream. Nothing more than freakin' bong smoke and munchie hallucinations.

Fuckin' Mukuro and his bongs.

"TSUU-NNAAA!"

With a groan, the brunette all but drove her head into the engine she was bent over. Sending a glare over her shoulder, Tsunako huffed and straightened, hands on her hips, "What is it now, Shouichi?" She knew where the scream had come from; she'd bet anything that it was Byakuran, come to pester the poor boy.

Again.

For the fifth time this week.

Tsuna felt a muscle under her eye twitch violently.

Making an abrupt about-face, Sawada faced the situation, and fought not to slam her head into the car behind her again. As predicted, hers and Spanner's upperclassman was draped against the geek, arms around his shoulders and smiling face pressed to poor Shouichi's.

"Byakuran."

Purple eyes opened and creased in pleasure at seeing his young friend, "Tsunako~" He purred, wiggling his fingers at the seething female, "How are you, darling~?"

"Splendid. But it would be better if you would stop distracting Shouichi from his work," She growled, the eye-muscle twitching harder and even more violently as the white-haired teen just settled even more limply against the other.

"But I missed him~!"

"You saw him at breakfast."

"That was three hours ago!"

Shouichi stood there, silent and sweating a bit at being caught between his testy best friend and his personal leech. Again. This was happening all too often for his poor, weak stomach. As the argument continued between the two, Shouichi soon felt Byakuran's arms loosen around him, and he took the opportunity to duck under and scamper away to his workbench; his safe haven. Of course, his movement caused a quiet in the classroom and, suddenly, Shouichi felt too paranoid to see Byakuran and Tsunako's reactions.

"Told you."

'Oh, Tsunako.' Irie wailed mentally, 'I love you, but why do you do this to yourself?'

The room's temperature seemed to fall, and Irie could just feel Byakuran's subtle glare as it was directed at his best friend. Of course, the white-haired teen continued to smile as he glanced over at Shouichi, then back over at Tsunako.

"I suppose I'll leave you two to your.. Homework."

With that, there was the sound of movement, and when the nerd looked over his shoulder again, Byakuran was gone. As much as he tried not to, a relieved sigh left his lips, and he smiled weakly as Tsunako walked over to lie a heavy, gloved hand on his shoulder, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a stomach ache."

A thermos was shoved into his hands suddenly, and the small brunette was pouting at him, "I still don't see why you don't just tell him off and get a restraining order or something. He's a creep!"

A roll of his eyes, a sigh, then finally an affectionate smile, "You know he's not that bad, Tsuna." The smaller of the two's pout tightened, and caramel eyes narrowed stubbornly. Just because he wasn't a bad guy (when he wasn't interested in someone), didn't mean he wasn't still a creep!

"Irie-"

"How's Xanxus?" The question was airy, quick, and Irie soon felt an evil grin threaten to spread across his face at the sudden horror blooming within Tsunako's expression.

"That bastard can rot in hell! Why would you care about him?"

"Oh, Tsuna, be nice.. He's still your fiance; betrothal or not."

At that, Tsunako gagged and shook her head, "Not happening, I told you. Not. Happening. I'd rather swallow a knife."

"Careful what you wish for, it could happen. Or you could swallow a knife, miraculously survive, and still have to marry tall, dark, and bloodthirsty."

"Ugh!"

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