Hey there. I guess I'm feeling jittery lately, so I keep hopping all over the place and ideas pop all over. In a way, I'm trying to find a new person I'll be more satisfied with- to live as.

I want to own up to the me that I was in the past, but I also want to delete everything and do a start over :p

Oh, well. Hope you enjoy the story; lemme know what you think if you'd like to.

Here we go ~

Rooftop scares

Sawada Tsunayoshi was a brunette kid who liked hanging out on the rooftop since people rarely go out there. Being in middle school, he felt like he needed places to escape to. At least he didn't retreat into delusions like his chuunibyo counterparts did.

He ran from his reality into spaces that existed in reality, but the school's chairman preferred to stay in his phase- and no one would dare oppose his decisions. What do you call it if someone's delusions shape up not only his own reality but everyone's reality?

As he pondered, he saw the baseball jock that was popular in class and in his school. It was Yamamoto Takeshi. The boy looked grim and it matched his sorry figure; his arm had been totaled by baseball team's bad sportsmanship for their matchup. Guess being overqualified has its own demerits. The boy was silent, unlike his usual countenance. He wondered if it was better or not? The boy's smiles seemed too perfect, too good to be true. Maybe it was just Tsuna who was being bitter?

The boy had no smile on his face and Tsuna wondered if he took his photo right now, would he strike it big with the boy's fan club? He had wondered if the other had carved a smile onto his face 'Why so serious?'. If he had to peg Yamamoto as something, it would be the person the Joker would be if he had settled down on the countryside with a wife and enough kids to form a baseball team.

The boy gave the skies a fleeting smile and removed his shoes and placed them on the rooftop. He then started climbing over the fence. It was such a curious action that the brunette peeked over the corner to look at what the boy was doing.

It was then that the brunette saw a suspicious fellow who looked he'd be the worst ever ninja that he would ever encounter in his life. There was someone draped completely in a black robe who was at the other side of the fence. He had a scythe on his back and the brunette could have sworn that weapons were prohibited by the DC committee (even if they held themselves to double standards- even going so far as to use the confiscated weapons against the perpetrators and at the bystanders)

There was absolutely no element of camouflage that was possible with a person dressed in black on white walls. He doubted the sights of the students in the school and even his own. Last time he checked, it was 20-20 vision, wasn't it?

The fool then used his hands that looked bony as heck to grab the ankles of the jock. It was then that Tsuna thought that the jock was an absurdly nice guy- to try help the creep who seemed like he was intending on bringing his savior down with him. He also slightly looked up to that creep, for being so bony and dainty but still try feats like scaling the school walls, but magnificently failing and needing someone to bail him out. He thought Hibari would have the creep- no cosplayer (who wears a skull mask in daylight?!) for breakfast.

The brunette felt worked up by the stupid sh*t that was happening in front of him and decided to climb down from his perch and march down to that fence. He picked up a shoe and flung it right at the creep's face who yelped in shock.

Yamamoto looked at him in fright. If he was so darn scared by the heights, this idiot could have called the cops or the emergency services- or maybe call the resident Hibari Kyoya, when he saw the dude suspended on the roof's edge! But then he realized that the jock, regardless of what kind of Adonis the girls in his school made him out to be, was his remedy class buddy.

"You don't have to go so far to be a nice guy to throw yourself off a roof to help that kind of ungrateful bastards!" he barked, remembering that wide grin that the idiot sported beneath the mask.

"Those guys are responsible for their own shit. You don't owe them a thing."

In actuality, the two of them were talking and understanding something entirely different. Seeing Yamamoto's look change to that of bewilderment and finally, to that of quiet relief, the brunette's mind started supplying him more information about what happened in the last week, courtesy of his memory.

There was a shady middle aged old man that blatantly stalked the jock. He was there near the baseball team's lockers, near the school gates, right outside the classroom doors and no one said anything to this guy! In fact, why didn't he say anything?! Oh my gosh! This creep even scaled buildings to have a better peep on this prepubescent kid! And despite all this, the kid decided to jump a fence to lend a hand!?

He looked at the boy in dawning horror. This guy was crazy nice! He would win a medal on being the nicest kid in town, no, the world. Why would anyone be that nice?!

Feeling worried for the naive as hell kid's safety, he solemnly adviced the other; "Yamamoto... You've gotta take care of yourself. You're precious to your family and friends, you know? There'll be no replacements and no take backs once it's all over."

Seeing the kid getting teary-eyed and nod at him with sparkly eyes, he wondered if his words reached the guy or not.

He wondered what it told about himself that he felt like he was a worried dad who was scared about this white lotus, innocent kid of his getting tainted by the world and its nastiness in all its glory. So pure! So blinding! His smile would erase all the evils in the world and by doing that, he'd turn me into dust. He understood Dracula's feelings completely.

The brunette was a bit worried for the kid, despite being one himself. 'Would this guy survive in our cruel and competitive world?'

It seemed like the creep stopped following the guy around. Was it because of that? If he climbed and crawled all over the Namimori school building, Hibari Kyoya would have felt jealous from the blatant molestation and harassment and have gotten rid of the guy? Well whatever it was, it seemed like it was about time that the prefect took care of the menace. He thought that the guy took his self proclaimed job of being Namimori's protector seriously...

The brunette wondered if the cheery demeanor had healed that menace's filthy heart or something, making him fall head over heels for the guy? Like how adult men fell in love with the show My Little Pony and became bronies? If that was true, he truly sympathized with the pain of popular idols like Yamamoto. The poor kid got so traumatized by the incident that he quit the baseball team and took up kendo. It seemed like he had taken a major beatdown on his notion of trust, not even joining the kendo team.

His bullies seemed preoccupied with the sudden change for the moment, that they even left him alone. What was strange on top of that was that the DC committee didn't use the scythe. Was it because that thing was a toy? Or was it because it was too primitive being from the medieval ages? He didn't know that they had taste, let alone high-level tastes.

Tsuna felt a bit like a lion, he had to throw his cubs to the wild or off the cliff to help them learn how to fend for themselves. They will learn from making mistakes over and over again. It was a complicated feeling for a blushing virgin that couldn't hold hands with the opposite gender, and yet was feeling like a father...

It didn't help that the jock, like a baby chick, became imprinted by him and started following him around... At least his smiles seemed a bit more real. Well, maybe that was just his imagination.