This wasn't him.
Well, this was him. He was still Tsunayoshi Sawada, son of Nana Sawada and the ever-missing Iemitsu Sawada. He still failed his classes, still had no friends. Heck, he was even still running late for school! But something was missing.
Every day for the past six days his mother had woken him up. He had rushed downstairs, then fallen down the rest of the stairs, had breakfast, tripped back up the stairs to the bathroom and prepared for school. After checking his retied shoes, (everything had to be done twice to prevent even more accidents), he rushed out the door. Having completed this routine for the seventh time now, one thought had been cemented firmly in his mind.
This was not his world.
This could not be his world. He clearly remembered crazy adventures with mafia babies, assassins and his own group of friends, friends who didn't seem to know him here.
On his first day he'd approached Yamamoto before class, asking him if he knew what was going on. Reborn had been missing when Tsuna woke up, then he and Gokudera weren't outside to walk with Tsuna to school like normal. Hibari didn't even appear to bite him to death when he was late! But Yamamoto just looked at him oddly through the grin stretched across his face. Tsuna swiftly apologised for bothering him and backed away to his seat, his thoughts in turmoil. It was like he and Yamamoto had never even met!
Dragging his thoughts back to the present, Tsuna collapsed into his chair. He made it to school with two minutes to spare, a record for him. Taking his books out, he prepared himself for another tedious day of school. After becoming used to regular explosions and chaos, everything else was boring by comparison.
Tsuna refocused his attention as the teacher began to speak.
"I'm sure there have been many rumours floating around this morning. However, I expect you to ignore these and to treat our new student kindly. Please come in now!" He directed his last words toward the door which quickly opened.
…It couldn't be.
"I'll introduce the transfer student."
It was impossible.
"He was studying abroad in Italy until now. His name is…"
It was him.
"Hayato Gokudera."
Tsuna was in shock. Not once since entering this world had he seen any sign of the mafia, and yet here was Gokudera. But why was he here? Tsuna was no longer the Tenth as far as he could tell, so Gokudera should have no reason to come to Japan, right? Maybe there were other reasons.
As Tsuna was having his internal debate, Gokudera had travelled straight to his own seat avoiding any confrontation with his peers, though scowling all the while. The rest of the morning passed in a similarly quiet but unfamiliar way.
Lunch came and went and soon it was time for the afternoon's volleyball tournament. Tsuna was thankful not to be playing again. He didn't think his manhood could take another EXTREME blow and he certainly wasn't willing to test it. Instead he settled at the back of the stands. It was much harder to see the game, but Tsuna didn't particularly care for that, and the seats there were the only few left unoccupied. No-one wanted to sit next to 'No-Good-Tsuna', so they were likely to stay that way too, which is why Tsuna jumped in surprise when a presence landed next to him.
"Gokudera?"
The person in question huffed in annoyance at the idiot he was forced to sit next to. Rather than explode at him, Gokudera pulled out a notebook and started doodling, completely ignoring Tsuna staring over his shoulder. It wasn't like he'd be able to comprehend the complex code developed by Gokudera's pre-teen self.
"Gokudera, are you writing a diary?"
To Tsuna the script flowing from Gokudera's pen was unrecognisable as anything but G-letters, Gokudera's personalised childhood code. The same code which Gokudera had taught him in later years, which meant not only could Tsuna read clearly what Gokudera was writing, he was also left free to wonder why Gokudera felt the need to record everything that had happened to him since his introduction that morning.
"Mind your own business." Gokudera snapped, before mumbling something about 'stupid, nagging sisters' under his breath.
Did Gokudera mean Bianchi? Maybe she wanted him to keep him updated on his time in Japan. She did care about him, despite the occasional attacks.
"Watch out!"
Lost in his thoughts, Tsuna didn't notice the volleyball heading for his head until it the last moment. Bracing himself for impact, he closed his eyes, only to be shoved to the ground. A few seconds passed before Tsuna opened his eyes again. From his position on the ground he stared at Gokudera lying next to him and took note of his bruised eye. Gokudera smiled at him, but his expression was swiftly replaced with one of concern when Tsuna still didn't move.
"Jyuudaime?…"
Tsuna's frantic, worried thoughts ground to a halt as he realised what Gokudera said. He wasn't Decimo in this world, why would Gokudera call him that? The only possible reason would be if…
"You… you remember?"
The world went black.
AN: Ok, this was never meant to be good. This is purely a ploy to get me writing again and actually feel obligated to update. However, if you did enjoy this, feel free to review. Any advice will be taken on board for the (hopefully) eventual rewrite. All-righty then! Next up: It's Gokudera's turn.