AN: First and foremost, thank you Mugiwara Natsu for letting me write this story. It was Natsu who had conjured up the bases of this alternate storyline, I merely provided in small assistance. And due to the fact that she is so busy with life, she could not update her story "Reborn! ANTi27". So I wanted to help her out a little.

Going back to the first episode/chapter of KHR, this is a story of an alternate (or contrasting) version of our heroes. So expect the unexpected. At first glance, Tsuna may seem small and defenseless. But he is actually a bundle of ill-temper; just waiting for a reason to explode. His guardians have also faced some modifications to suit the upcoming plot, but I prefer not to spoil. These characters were not arranged to become complete and utterly OOC. On the contrary, some obvious aspects about them has been enhanced for comic relief. A prime example would be that many characters would refer (if not notice) how Tsuna to being cute, and in turn our hero would… -COUGH- Read this chapter to find out. ;D

DISCLAIMER: So yeah, KHR doesn't belong to me.

*REVISED: 06/13/11

No-Good Tsuna

MORNING,

Not far fromNamimoriHigh School, groups of five male teenagers were wandering aimlessly. They posed themselves as juvenile thugs, appearing no more than eighteen years old. They walked in a sloppy formation, with hands in their pants pocket, and slouching form that would put their grandparents to shame. One of them had a slick baldhead, with beefy arms exposed and advertised his strength. He had this menacing aura. He kept this intensive scowl and glared at anyone who simply wanted to pass by. Out of all them, he was the very definition of a classic Japanese gangster. With that said, this was their ringleader.

"Hey, boss!" exclaimed one of the lackeys, pointing towards a lone figure heading towards them. That newcomer was small, dainty and seemed dreadfully frail. "Check out the chick." It was just a simple observation.

Once that newcomer was close enough for all of them to identify faces, nearly all of them started to laugh hysterically. With the exception of their boss, and the one who pointed the newcomer out.

"What the fu—that's a dude?"

"Oh look, this kid's from our school!"

"This is the first time I've seen such a sorry excuse for a man. And I've seen the geek department."

The small boy clenched his fist. He never bothered to look at those kids that continued to make a mockery out of him. They all took turns pointing out every bit of description about him, and then degrade it till there was nothing left to insult.

One of the delinquents noticed the boy biting his lower lip. "Aw. Are we hurting your feelings… little one?"

'Little one' deliberately made sure that they didn't see him glaring holes into the concrete of the floor. His fists were getting tighter. His nails continued to dig into his palm, until he his flesh began to throb. He was most definitely holding back.

"Maybe we should play with him a little?" suggested one member, grinning viciously as he did.

"Yeah! How about it boss?" another leaned towards their leader, he merely cocked his head to the side. It was some form of yes. "Let's do it."

They nodded in unison.

All members (with the exception of the boss) huddled around the smaller boy in order to prevent him from escaping. That boy made no effort to escape, as it appeared, he looked more willing. They all beamed around him with excitement. Thinking about something along the lines of: submissive. Some could not contain their enthusiasm, so they instinctively licked their lips to imply an obvious prediction.

Patience—the boy reminded himself.

He had something to do, and being in this trivial quarrel was not one of them. If anything, he should be fleeing for his life, like any sensible person should. However, his pride kept getting in the way. A chick? A male disgrace? Little one? How could anyway just take that sort of insult? He wouldn't. He would—No!

He forced himself not to give involved. That woman will probably kill him on spot if he did.

He shivered at the memory.

"Pretty cute for a fresh-meat, isn't he guys?"

Oh. Hell no.

THAT AFTERNOON,

"Sawada Tsunayoshi. Do you mind explaining why the school called to inform me that five of their students are in the hospital? And why you were tardy, when I explicitly remembered sending you there thirty minutes early so that you wouldn't be?"

Tsuna did not have the chance to make it into the house. Before he could even step foot into his home, he first had to receive an ear full of disappointment from his charming mother Nana. He was already painful aware of the consequences of his actions that morning. The troublesome woman had taken it upon herself to be the driving force behind his no-violence policy (which he regularly ignores).

As soon as the boy made it in, he quickly walked straight up to his room. That way he could deliberately ignore the bellows that continued to come his way.

Seriously, why was she so pissed off at him? At least he showed up on his first day at high school! In middle school, his attendance was far worst, even during summer school. His grades were just as bad, and his social status defined rebel. The only upside that school faculty could see was that he excelled in sports and gym exercises. That is, if he wasn't pissing off the coach and getting sent to the dean (which to him meant 'get the hell out of school' altogether). The teachers did not give a rat's ass for him, and he couldn't care less for their teaching values. He was free to do whatever he pleased.

Although, Tsuna admitted that he wasn't always like this. He was remarkably wimpy. Having tolerated the ridicules made by his fellow peers throughout his elementary school years. At some point, he was sweet for his kind and nonviolent persona. This was back when his mother wasn't so demanding, and was patient. In addition, his dad was still sticking around this time. Oh, no. His dad Iemitsu didn't divorce with her or anything. He was just never around. The man was some oil worker, that job alone kept his family away from living off the streets and standing in a bread line. He setting was very comfortable, with a home and loving parents. Too bad innocent little Tsuna did not hold on for very long.

Somewhere around middle school, an incident caused the boy to snap. Although the brunet could vaguely remember that day, what he could recall is defending a girl by the name Kyoko from a group of mischief boys (something rejection by her). After sending those boys straight to their mothers, Tsuna's innocent lifestyle changed drastically. After that, it became a daily routine for kids to jump him at random times. Most likely trying to build a reputation for themselves. The school bullying increase and hideous rumors about him spread like an incurable disease. Fortunately, for Tsuna, he managed to get daily exercises from defeating them and learned some knew combat tricks. The boy never bothered going to the gym because his opponents usually offered up a new challenge.

Exposing himself to violence, caused Tsuna had to face a change in personality. His characteristics slowly, but surely started to harden. During this whole conflict, he had first kept this 'make peace not war' attitude. He desperately wanted to avoid fighting, but always ended up in getting caught anyway. Therefore, as time grew, other negative aspects about him began to form. He was no good at his education, and his classmates laughed at him because of it. Those said classmates gave him the label 'No-Good Tsuna' for two obvious reasons: one, Tsuna attracted bad people that could potentially hurt those around him. And two, Tsuna can be a stupid klutz; failure as a modern citizen, etc.

However, through all that he did not develop a temper. What did revolved heavily on Tsuna's appearance. The boy is small, and he looks frail. People have either mistaken him as a girl, or has complimented (if not sarcastically) that he was cute. He would loath that word with a burning passion. No-Good Tsuna did not compare to the sheer mockery in his description. There had rarely been an occasion where his opponent would not stop to point out something about Tsuna, and then laugh in his face because of it. This has been going on since he was born. So of course, it would be a matter of time before he snapped. Even to this day, that word has become a trigger phrase.

Oh, and note that all the colorful vocabulary that he spews is usually said instinctively. He picks up from fighting thugs.

But did Tsuna enjoy violence? Not particularly fond of it, but he gets by. People just assumed that he loved fighting because he never backed down from any challenger(s). If anything, Tsuna was neutral about fighting. He was capable of fending for himself (as well as others, though he will never admit this aloud). He also disliked being made fun of for his slow intake in his learning. He wanted people's attention to be on something else other than testing his intelligence. Because he knows, he will lose against that battle. In addition, if his klutz habits were to damage something, he could at least make it look like he did it on purpose and not look very pathetic.

With each step he took, the sound of eerie creeks followed. He ignored it though. When he reached the door to his room, Tsuna leisurely turned the knob. He took a small moment to sigh deeply. The boy was tired, and just wanted some good night's sleep. Hell. He was also thinking about sleeping in and ditching school off, since he knows he'll be receiving crap from the teachers about his behavior. Even now, his mother was still scowling at him. Apparently, still in the spot she first greeted him. The woman hasn't a moved an inch, but her voice is still seizure-prone frustrating. Tsuna chose to shrug it off, so to prove to himself physically that he ignored Nana's incoherent words.

He knew her words could be a haunting nightmare on his conscious.

Tsuna pushed the door open, and wondered why the lights were on. Only to be greeting by something unexpected.

"Ciaossu, Dame-Tsuna."

A baby wearing a tuxedo and a black fedora was pointing a light-green miniature gun to Tsuna's face.

AN: Please! Don't hesitate to review… kindly? D; This is my first KHR fanfiction.