Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn is respectfully owned by author and artist Akira Amano. Plots are solely constructed under the writer of this fanfiction's personal design and anything that may relate to the current chapter or subsequently shall be considered as a coincidence and not plagiarized

Prologue: Fate Sealed?

Something is smelling really good. Delicious. His eyelids lift themselves and the first signs to know that it was morning were the strips of watery daylight that fell through the slight gaps 'tween the drapes, the fresh look of the simple room which he recalled was dark in shades have now enhanced into a bunch of new light colors, and the indistinct noise bustling downstairs was no doubt coming from his Pops' shop - a Sushi restaurant - a good enough proof that he woke up from sleep.

His body feels exhausted. Very. These are one of the times that he decides to oversleep than get up early to do his usual morning sprint. Sasagawa-senpai was rather forceful in climbing up and down the mountain they went to during their hiking the other day that it was getting sort of painful on the knees. He does his own exercises since he's a baseball athlete, but the way his Senpai does his is too much in his opinion. A boxing extremist, suitable for his boisterous pitch and his amazing stamina even when he yells out his catchphrases: Extreme.

Today, he's free from those activities and has the time all to himself unless he retracts his thought in passing up his routine. It was Sunday, a weekend. Also, his last break before school started again. Bracing himself, the young man pressed his palms against his wooden floor for support in his arms to hoist half of his weight to sit upward, pain from his legs jolting all over him in the process. As soon as the ache subsided, he sighed and brushed his fingers against dark strands on his hair before going back to his task in fully standing up.

That was where things got more hard. He could barely remain straight when his knees gave in to defeat. Muscles slacked and by the time that he knew it, he was falling. He nearly dropped to kiss the floor but his good reflexes saved him from the disaster as one of his hands grabbed on the edge of the table on the right side of his bed which was thankfully strong enough to hold up someone as heavy as him. The boy stayed that way for awhile before trying again, this time successfully. He went over his closet to wear something both presentable and suitable for the time and cold weather until he chose a simple grey shirt and a pair of white pants before leaving the room.

Carefully descending the stairs, the chattering he heard earlier grew louder and a bit clearer - if he were paying attention to the conversation. Passing through an open entrance that had white curtains that only covered a fourth of its size, he met a wide grin of a man who looked like him although twenty years older, dressed in white clothing of a Japanese chef and a knife in hand.

"Good Morning, Takeshi!" He greeted.

The boy, Takeshi, responded. "Morning, Dad!"

"How was the hiking with Ryohei?"

Takeshi smiled wryly and gave one word. "Extreme."

His dad laughed. "I know what you mean. He's got a wild stamina."

"I'm more surprised his timid sister was able to catch on. She barely broke out a sweat."

"Oh?" The older one raised a brow as he spoke teasingly. "You interested with Kyoko-chan? I can give you a few tips on how to get her. Trust me on that."

"Thanks but no. Kyoko-chan's just a friend." Giving a quick look at the view he saw that their shop was buzzing with many customers. "Did something happen? We don't usually have a lot of people at this hour."

"Ah, yes." His father agreed with the change of subject. "It's a busy day, I guess? We better make the most of it if it's only today we get this number of orders. Come on. Help me out in slicing the onions here a bit. My eyes are watering."

"Sure!"

Wrapping around him an apron and washing his hands, Takeshi did as he was told. Cutting through the vegetable with care and ability, he soon tossed the little pieces over the other ingredients that are to add flavor to the sauce of a dish. He proceeded in heating water to a large pan which was for someone's ramen. One by one he finished the tasks he could to match the amount of work his father could handle before taking his breakfast in the other room which leaded to their family's kitchen.

There, he spent less than half an hour to eat and clean the utensils. Later he went back into the restaurant to see if there was anything he needed to do. His old man declined the offer.

"What do you take me for? I've still got enough life in me to take care of things myself, you know. You go out and meet some friends and relax. I'll call you when I need you."

Reluctantly, he went out. Knowing the man, if Takeshi were to insist, they would just go on in trying to push each other to do what they want or need to. This is his dad's favorite place, the shop is his sanctuary, so it'd be best not to try and force on it if it was already announced that his assistance wasn't required.

Takeshi made it to the front door with his navy jacket and wallet kept at its pocket, slipping his white sneakers on then walking out of the house but not till he shouted that he's leaving and got a reply back. What can he do for today? He didn't feel like running nor did he desire to meet anyone in particular. Just then he recalled that there was a new video game that was recently released in town. It was the latest version of an RPG he had a fancy for not too long ago. He was barely finished with the current version but then they had to bring to the public a new one. Now he has to catch up with it. However, it was beginning to pique his interest to determine if it was anything better than what he had.

Taking a few turns but with extra caution due to his tired legs, he finally located the store he heard was selling them only, to his dismay, found it closed. The young man brought his hands to the margins of his face and squinted as he tried to peek into the glass window. No one was inside. Disheartened, Takeshi stepped back and walked away. He could try tomorrow but he has his baseball club that's about to introduce its early recruits and there's no way he's going to abandon that at all even if his body didn't fully recover from the hiking. Baseball was his passion and his best friend. Though he was quite disappointed that he couldn't buy the game's new version, a silly video game won't win him that easily.

Looking up the sky, he could see it darken. It's going to rain soon. He heard some neighbors say that it was going to be a strong one. Now that he thought about it, he should have brought an umbrella with him.

Might as well head home for now, he thought. Going around the area without any object to protect him from the droplets was never a good thing for him. If he was lucky, as most would say he was, he could make it in time before it started pouring. Quickly he moved in directions to make the long walk home just a few minutes away. He barely saw anyone and assumed they were all in their own shelters. If only he knew what the weatherman had broadcast today. Without looking in the last second, he stumbled upon a solid figure, albeit quite shorter than him, dropping backwards on his butt and onto the stoic concrete. He heard a light gasp coming in front of him and he opened his eyes after his body ruled over the throbbing. An unfamiliar mop of brown hair had strands flying on the wind's back, a finely shaped face under it. But what caught Takeshi's by surprise was the pair of semi-wide caramel eyes staring at him. Creamy. Orange. Caramel. A color he couldn't put a word on.

"Oh my goodness! I'm terribly sorry!" The person immediately jumped to his feet and bent over to the dark haired boy, extending a hand to help him up. Takeshi slowly accepted it as he still gazed at the man's face. The other didn't seem to notice the awkward attention he was given and began to glance at different areas on the teen. "Are you hurt? Any injuries?" He asked, deep voice laced with concern. This made the other blush faintly, mentally scolding himself for actually staring.

"None that I'm aware of." He responded after he was already in his feet.

"Ah. That's a relief." The stranger nodded while shyly scratching the back of his head. "Sorry. I was in a rush, see. Because I was late, I had to take a few detours but ended up getting lost... Never expected so much to change while I was away."

Takeshi blinked curiously. "You've been here before?"

"I grew up here. Namimori is my hometown but I had to move to the city for a while."

"Oh." Looking around as if he was searching for something, Takeshi looked back at the man with a grin. "Well, I guess you could say that the town's gotten really different compared to before. It's slowly being modernized with the other areas nearby."

"No wonder I barely recognized the place. I was beginning to think that I took the wrong train."

The young man laughed, amusement clearly conveyed. "Don't worry. You're in the right place."

Smiling timidly, the other laughed along. "Thanks."

If he didn't have the skills to mask his emotions, he would have openly cooed at how adorable this guy was. Never in his life had he thought he would meet one who perfectly fit the category. But this person was also... beautiful - in a masculine way!Getting back to the real topic at hand, Takeshi asked, "So, where were you trying to go anyway?"

"Hm? Oh right! I was trying to get to Namimori High."

"What for?"

"To submit some important documents."

"Are you transferring back here then?"

The stranger shook his head, "No... I'm here to complete my requirements before I start my first day as a teacher of the incoming first years tomorrow."

"I see." Takeshi quietly muttered in understanding. But it wasn't analyzed completely until an sympathetic, invisible force whacked him to realize what the other had said. Whipping his head to face the startled brunette, he almost yelled in utter disbelief. "Wait - you're going to be my teacher?!"

And he was returned with a reproachful pout at the unintentional insult.

a/n: 8027! It's a rare pairing but really lovable. This is just a test run to see how the story goes. So I'm not certain about whether I should continue or not. I'd like to hear your opinions as fellow readers of the website. Give me some feedback about what you think of the intro or if I confused some stuff or if you just want to stab me with my grammatical errors.

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