Full Summary: Sawada Tsunako tries to live her life as normally as she can, but that's hard to do when your guardian is a hitman who wants to make you the perfect mafia boss. She also has a secret that only said guardian and one other person know. This secret is the only thing that has kept her alive these past ten years. So what happens when a new student arrives at the school and he finds out that Sawada Tsunako is actually Sawada Tsunayoshi heir to the most powerful mafia family in history? Well let's just say that things go downhill from there.
A/N: Now then, before I confuse the absolute crap out of people, Tsuna is describe as male when speaking in his or Reborn's P.O.V otherwise he will be described as female. Also Tsuna is always Tsunako whenever he leaves the house. Tsuna also lives with Reborn for reasons that will be explained as the story progresses.
Okay, I really should try to keep my plot bunnies from running rampant because things like this tend to happen. Also if too many people find this confusing I will go back and change the pronouns of Tsuna when he is at school. And one last thing, the title is temporary. I had no idea what to call it.
Disclaimer: I do not own KHR, it belongs to Akira Amano.
Warning: Probable OOC-ness, Fem!Tsuna disguise, cursing(mostly Gokudera but too much exposure cause others to pick up the habit)
"Blah Blah Blah." – Tsuna speaking
'Blah Blah Blah.' – Tsuna writing
"Blah 'Blah' Blah." – Tsuna quoting
The sound of screaming startled the child awake. He jumped out of his bed and went to his closet. Remembering what he had been told if something like this happened, he went straight into it and hid underneath the pile of clothes that had pooled at the bottom. He kept quiet and as still as he possibly could.
The door to his room opened and the boy held his breath. He listened carefully as the intruder walked in and looked around his bedroom. When they moved closer to his closet he made sure not to move at all. He heard the subtle creak of floorboards and the swish of clothes that meant the intruder had turned quickly.
"My mother always told me to shoot first and ask questions later. But you know what I think?" The boy let out a soft gasp at the voice and another when he heard a thump close to where he was. The closet doors opened and the boy jumped out of them and into the arms of a teen wearing a suit. Said teen smirked and rested his fedora on top of the child's brown hair.
"Asking questions is stupid." The child finished for the teen, looking down at the intruder. The intruder was a man who looked about 35 years old and his cropped hair was already starting to turn grey. He was gaping at the suited teen and the child in his arms. The suited teen cocked his gun again and pointed at the intruders head. Seeing this, the child quickly pulled the fedora down to cover his eyes as the sound of a gunshot pierced through the room.
Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his eyes just as a large hammer was about to make its way onto his face. He quickly rolled out of the way, before turning to glare at its wielder. Reborn smirked down at him before looking over at the clock. Tsuna followed his gaze before giving a quick shriek and jumping out of bed. He had about fifteen minutes to get ready or else he would definitely be late for school.
Running over to his closet he began to pull out everything he needed, before rushing into the bathroom. After quick glance around the room to make sure everything was there, he started his routine for turning into Tsunako. The undergarments were first. He had been given a special bra from Reborn on his twelfth birthday to make it look like he had some breasts. The gift had been received with quite a lot of cursing and red faces.
After the undergarments were the bike shorts and school uniform. Tsuna was very particular about wearing the bike shorts under the skirt. He felt that the skirt was too short and that most guys are perverts who will use any opportunity to look at a girl's panties, even if that girl happened to actually be a guy.
Once the uniform was on, Tsuna had to try and tame his gravity-defying brown mop of hair and put it under a wig cap. On a good day it took about five minutes, but today it took at least ten. Tsuna knew that he couldn't rush it – after all ten years of a cover shouldn't be ruined by a stupid mistake – so he had to make sure that everything was perfect.
With the wig cap securely in place, Tsuna reached for the wig that had been resting on the Styrofoam head that sat on the vanity. The wig had caramel brown locks – the same colour as Tsuna's eyes – that normally would reach just past his shoulder blades, but had been tied up into two high pigtails. He carefully situated the wig on his head and, once it was sitting right, secured it with bobby pins. When he was satisfied with his hair, he quickly put some lip balm on before rushing downstairs and into the kitchen.
Reborn was sitting in one of the chairs with a stop watch in his hand. When Tsuna arrived in the kitchen panting, he stopped the timer.
"Fourteen minutes and twenty seven seconds. Not your best time but at least you wouldn't have been late." Reborn commented as Tsuna reached out to grab some of the toast that was sitting on the table. He froze in the middle of doing so when he realised what Reborn had said. Reborn watched as Tsuna turned his head jerkily to face him.
"'Wouldn't have been late'?" he asked the man. Reborn jerked his head in the direction of the windows. It was still dark outside and when Tsuna glanced at the microwave the clock read five o'clock. He slumped down in one of the chairs before turning to glare at the man. Reborn smirked and then picked up his mug.
"Also remember to bring your notebook with you this time." Reborn stated as he slid a book across the table to Tsuna. Tsuna looked down at it before moving it off to the side.
"Why bother? It's not like anyone wants to speak to 'Dame-Tsuna the freaky mute chick'." He muttered before reaching out to grab some toast. Reborn sighed before flicking a piece of crust at him.
"I get the feeling that people will talk to you today." Reborn said when he looked in his direction. Tsuna just scoffed and went back to his toast. Reborn had said that exact sentence every time Tsuna had wanted to leave the notebook at home or spoke about no one wanting to speak to him.
Tsuna busied himself with going over his homework while he waited for the time for school to get closer. He made sure that the answers that most of the answers were wrong, tossing in a few that were right to surprise the teachers. It didn't take as long as he hoped so he set about cleaning part of the house instead.
Finally it was time for school. He picked up his bag and, after a moment's hesitation, his notebook before walking out of the house and locking the door. Reborn had left earlier, calling out something about a job interview, so it fell to Tsuna to make sure the house was locked up. After triple checking that everything was, he started on his way to Namimori middle school.
"Hey did you hear? There's a new student coming today."
"Really? Do you know if it is a boy or a girl?"
"Guy from what I heard. Also I heard that he is a foreigner."
"Kyaa, really? Oh god I hope he is good looking."
The rumours were flying around the moment Tsuna had taken a step into the school ground. They were even worse in his classroom. He sighed before sitting down in his seat, ignoring the girls behind him that were sighing dreamily. Idiots, he thought, they don't even know if he will be in our class or not. Tsuna shook his head slightly as the teacher opened the door.
"Okay, okay settle down. Now as most of you have surely heard, there will be a new student joining us today." With that he waved to someone behind the door to come in. The door slid open and in walked a teen with chin length silver hair that curled out slightly towards the ends. His emerald green eyes were set in a glare that had the guys gulping and the girls fangirling. The way his uniform was on it was clear that he did not know the rules. The shirt was undone and his red t-shirt was showing underneath. All the jewellery that he had on was also a violation to the rules. He had multiple rings and a few chains around his neck. Tsuna could hear a few girls gushing over how he was so handsome and that they were definitely making a fan club.
"Introduce yourself please." The teacher motioned for him to stand up the front.
"Gokudera Hayato." Was all he said before he resumed glaring at the class. His eyes rested on Tsuna's and he felt a shiver go down his spine. It was similar to how he felt whenever Reborn cranked up his killing intent. Tsuna decided then that it would be in his best interest to stay away from the new kid.
Apparently fate didn't like Tsuna because he was paired up with Gokudera for the assignment that their history teacher gave them. Tsuna sighed as he made his way over to where the teen was sitting.
'I'm Sawada Tsunako. I look forward to working with you.' He wrote in his notebook before showing it to Gokudera. Gokudera just glared at him so Tsuna looked down at the handout they had been given. Each pair had been given a Greek God or Goddess that they would have to research and then make a poster out of their findings. Tsuna and Gokudera had been given Athena and were currently looking through several history books to find information on Athena. Other groups had gone to the computer room to research on the internet, but Tsuna wasn't brave enough to go ask Gokudera if he wanted to go there as well.
Gokudera grabbed one of the books and opened it. Tsuna followed his example and they spent the rest of the lesson in silence looking though the text books and writing down bits of information they found.
The rest of the day was smooth sailing until the last class of the day, Physical Education, the one subject that Tsuna hates with complete passion. Today for some reason the teacher was allowing the class to mingle, so the boy and girls decided that they wanted to play Bombardment*.
As usual when the teams were picked Tsuna was the last person. There were an odd number of people so one of the teams would have more. Tsuna had offered to watch instead, but the teacher had said that she was expected to participate.
"You guys can have Dame-Tsuna. We are being generous."
"No we insist that you have Dame-Tsuna." The banter went back and forth with the teacher just watching. Tsuna sighed before starting to move away from the group, trying to leave without being noticed.
"Tsuna can join our team." The voice made Tsuna freeze on the spot and turn to face the speaker. It was Yamamoto Takeshi, the male idol and baseball star of Namimori Middle School, who had spoken. His team mates were all looking at him with mouths hanging open.
"Well I suppose that would be fair, considering we have got Yamamoto on our team." One the boys spoke out. Tsuna was shaking his head, but was ignored when the teacher told him to move. He sighed in defeat before walking over to the line his team was standing behind.
The game proceeded without a hitch, with Tsuna standing in the background. It was a good strategy until all his team members got out and he was the last person. He stood shaking and managed to dodge all of the balls somehow. His team was actually cheering for him when he went to pick up a ball.
"Aim for the backboard." They all chanted. He nodded and tried to calm himself down. After taking a deep breath, he threw the ball. It was like the world slowed down as the ball through the air. Every pair of eyes was watching the ball as it sailed towards the backboard, just missing the edge of it and sailing past. It was a miracle that the ball wasn't caught, but it was immediately picked up by Nakamura Katashi who was a member of the baseball team and known for his hard throws.
Tsuna mentally shrieked when the ball started travelling towards him. For some stupid reason he decided to close his eyes with his hands out in front of him to protect his face. He stood there for bit before he felt and heard the tell-tale thump of ball hitting flesh. When he opened his eyes he saw his team mates looking at him in shock and the other team in both shock and despair. Then he looked down at his hand and saw that the ball was gripped tightly in his hands. He looked up when he felt a hand clap his shoulder and saw Yamamoto smiling at him.
"Good job. We can win this now." He said as he picked up another ball. Tsuna nodded before going and gathering the rest of the balls.
The war that waged on was fierce. Tsuna was slightly scared at the intense look Yamamoto had as he threw the ball, but he would always smile afterwards. Sometimes Tsuna would take a chance to through the ball at the opposition but he made sure to throw it in a way that would be impossible to catch and then he would run away to go and gather more balls for Yamamoto.
It was close to the end of the lesson when the game finally ended. Tsuna had had a klutz attack when he was near one of the cones and had kicked it with his foot, falling in the process. When he looked up he saw that, to his horror, all five cones had been knocked over by that one cone.
His team made him the one who had to clean up the equipment because of that. He didn't complain as he felt that he deserved it. As the bell rang he made his way around the gym to pick up all the balls and cones from the game, while the rest of the students left the school. Tsuna sighed quietly as he walked into the storeroom to put the equipment away.
Once he was done he made his way to the locker room to get changed, only to find his clothes sitting in the hallway and the rooms locked. He sighed once more before gathering his things and making his way to the storeroom. The teachers didn't come into the storeroom once school was over, and the DC wouldn't be coming around for another ten minutes, which gave him time to get changed in the room. He didn't want to, but he had no choice anymore. After sighing for a third time he started to get changed, not hearing the footsteps approaching the storeroom.
Gokudera was fuming. He can't believe that the stupid teachers had actually taken his cigarettes away from him. For one thing, he needed it because of his dynamites, and for another he was craving his nicotine. He made his way to the teacher's office and quickly calmed himself down before knocking. The teacher decided that it would be a good time to lecture him about the health effects of smoking. Gokudera was thinking that the teacher was very lucky that he didn't have his cigarettes or the guy would be a smoking piece of charcoal by now.
"Now then Gokudera, please refrain from smoking during class please. I placed your cigarettes in the gym storeroom. It won't be locked so you can retrieve them from there." Gokudera turned and left as soon as those words left the teacher's mouth. He didn't care if he was going to get in trouble for it; he needed a damn cigarette.
The storeroom wasn't that far away from the teacher's office, for which Gokudera was grateful. He walked as quickly as he could – not quite running, but very close – and he arrived in no time.
"Stupid fucking teacher. He was so lucky that I didn't have my cigarettes and that I had been told –" Gokudera muttered as he opened the door, but stopped at the sight that he saw in front of him. The girl that he had been paired up with in History, Sawada Tsunako he remembered, was in the middle of getting changed in the middle of the room. That would've stopped anyone; the sight of a girl getting changed. But that wasn't what stopped him.
His eyes had been drawn to the girl's cloth less bottom half, like any other guys would, before he quickly averted his eyes. He blushed and looked anywhere else but the 'girl', as he realised that Sawada Tsunako was anything but a girl.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" He heard her, I mean him, scream as he turned tail and ran. It was only after he did, did he remember about his cigarettes.
*Bombardment is a game that we play here in Australia. It is similar to Dodge ball, where you throw balls at each other, however there are slight differences. For example, there are five cones set up at the back of the court behind each team. Another one is that your whole team can come back in if someone from your team hits a designated spot, usually the backboard of a basketball ring or sometimes they have to get it in the ring. To win the game you either have to get everyone on the other team out or knock down all the cones the other team has.
A/N: Well here is my chapter. I am really sorry if it confused people and if it confused practically everyone I promise I will go through and change the pronouns if it would help.
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