Love Me or Beloved

Warning: OOC-Kyoko, OCC-Tsuna, Dark! Tsuna.

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR.

Sasagawa Kyoko

I had a feeling that I forgot some bits and pieces of my past.

I once voiced this concern to a psychiatrist about this. But then I was laughed off as a paranoid child.

I felt insulted at the time, but, in hindsight, I, now sixteen, could understand her disbelief.

In the first place, it's not like I had any concussion of a kind to develop amnesia (at least that's what I learned from TV drama).

My name is Sasagawa Kyoko. I am an ordinary high school student of Namimori High to the truest sense.

Well, except the fact that I am staying at an orphanage, a secret I hid from my school mates.

I spaced out blankly at the blackboard, spotting a mop of gravity-defying brown hair, Sawada Tsunayoshi, aka. Dame-Tsuna, making a fool of himself in front of Neji and the class with his horribly wrong algebra logic. He was a transfer student coming here last month, but he soon made a (notorious) name for himself. Strangely, his poker face does not even twitch even one bit at the insults.

Ding-Dong-Ding-Dong!

Ah! Here comes the bell for lunch time. Let me tell you about my younger days later. For now, I need to get moving otherwise...

"Sasagawa!"

Crap!

I turned my face, not forgetting to plaster an impeccable fake smile I always had on.

Before me was Moshida Kensuke. A second-year from class B and a kendo captain. Also the school's male idol. (I could already see some girls blushing in the background.)

"Meet me on the rooftop, yeah?" said senpai.

"Ah–" as I was about to reject, he already dashed to the rooftop.

This is going to be a pain afterwards, but I guess I will do as he say so as not to hurt his feelings...

Contrary to my 'dense' image, I was not all that dense.

For one thing, I noticed that I am admired as a girl idol of this school. And that's to be expected as I have been working hard to achieve a delicate and refined girl's image...

Another thing is that I always know when a guy has a feeling for me. And, yeah, I'm well aware that Mochida-senpai who has made his way around me lately is having feelings for me.

At this point, you might be expecting me to squeak, 'Kya, senpai noticed me!' But, sorry, I am totally not interested in any men as of now. The reason is because, for financial reasons, I am holding several part times after school, so I have no time for romance, which is also a secret I hide from people at school.

And I know full well what Mochida is planning to do right now.

I opened the door to the rooftop, seeing Moshida standing firm with that tiringly confident smile on his face. Not only senpai, a crowd of first and second years were flocking around to see the school's two idols.

"Kyoko, please go out with me."

I really wanna roll my eyes literally.

He is probably think he is in a romantic teenage film right now, believing I would be more than willing to be in his company like many other girls in this school. Well, at least his feelings for me seem genuine.

Not wanting to hurt him, I try to choose my word carefully, "Someone like me... wouldn't deserve to be with senpai..."

Mochida-senpai shook his head vigorously at that, "Not at all! You're so pretty that all guys in my class fell in love with you, you know!"

Sorry, but I am actually a tough girl who wouldn't blush at such kind words, so I continue, bowing most respectfully "Therefore, I have to reject you.

That made Mochida uncharacteristically speechless.

After a minute or two, the information sank in, and the crowd scattered muttering disappointed words.

Looking at Moshida one last time, I apologise sincerely again before leaving the rooftop.

Crap! I'm late for my job.

As I was storming the school hallway as soon as the school finished, I was dragged into an empty glass room by a few pairs of hands.

Then, abruptly, I was thrown forcefully on a chair. Ouch, that hurts.

"How dare you seduce Moshida-senpai!" said the bitch in front of me, pulling my hair so hard that I start to tear up.

"And still you crush his feelings like nothing!" said the bully queen's minion

"Thinks guys are all over ye just because you've got a pretty face, Tsk–," another minion bitch spitted on my face.

It's always like this.

After I manage to become this school idol, while I attract admiration from boys, I also attract hatred and hostility from girls at the same time.

Then I felt a slap on my face. One slap. Two slap. Three slap. Four slap.

I have to accept the price for my social status, I'm telling myself, but my will is slowly crumbing as the leader girl approaches me with that sharp object. Is that scissors?

"Wh-What are you going to—!?" I blurted out in horror.

"Ha-ha! After being a mute bitch for a while, you now got worked up, huh?"

As she took the scissors just five centimetres from face, and I closed my eyes in fears, the supposedly locked door suddenly snapped open.

Seeing the figure behind the door, I lightened up. It was Shimizu-sensei, our history teacher!

"Hey, you girls, what are you doing!" he asked.

The girls suddenly put the sharp object away, "J-Just friendly talks."

"There is a student who reported bullying in this room just a while

ago, though..." sensei muttered.

Bullying? But I thought no one would notice. After all, they would be busy packing up, leaving school and going to karaoke. Anyway, it was a good timing; I was saved!

After having been saved miraculously yesterday, I was super late for my part time. Still, today I am back in school again.

But the first thing that greeted me in my class was:

"Morning, Kyoko, should we continue yesterday while having lunch," said the blond-haired bully queen

I pitied myself mentally, but, before things got awkward, my only friend, Hana-chan, thankfully intervened, "Hey, Rin, stop teasing Kyoko."

Rin's face suddenly paled, "K-Kurokawa! I-I thought, you..."

Hana stood between me and the blond bitch, "To my relative's funeral in Hokkaidou? I just got back yesterday's night, you see..."

Then revelation dawned upon her, "S-So you were the one who... to Shimizu-sensei...—" But she then closed her mouth to prevent having her 'teasing' antics exposed. What a coward.

"Tell sensei what? I was back to my house at 1 am, ya know," Hana was confused.

What? If it wasn't Hana, then who?

In the midst of all this argument, a certain brunet suddenly spilled his milk on the cross-legged Rin's skirt, muttering "sorry" almost indiscernibly.

"Dame-Tsuna, you f**king clumsy wimp!" she slapped the heck out of Sawada, making him fall on the table hard with a cracking sound. She then moved on to deliver a few more kicks on a weaker student.

Unable to take this any more, I started to tear up unknowingly.

Almost as if sensing my tears, Sawada stood up like it didn't hurt at all and walked towards me, his eyes shadowed under his brown mop, plucking out a handkerchief from his pocket before handing them to...

It was then that Mochida chose to make his entrance to my class.

At the sight of me crying, plus Sawada being less than a metre from me, Mochida charged in like a mad elephant, snatching Sawada's shirt collar, "Why are you making Kyoko f**king cry!?"

Getting no response from Tsuna, Mochida was about to punch the heck out of the poor guy, but I decided to stop him, trying to explain "No! Sawada did nothing wrong! He simply slipped his own foot and..."

"...hurt you. I see," Mochida finished the sentence off for me. He even attempted to embrace me as an act of comfort (which I appreciate, but no thanks). Luckily, Hana prevented that with a "you stupid, conclusion-jumping monkey".

Ignoring the comment, senpai glared at the brown-haired transfer student. With his shinai (bamboo sword), he pointed at Sawada's face, "I challenge you to a match. Today after school dojo, okay?"

Again, before the brunet could refuse his challenge, Mochida dashed away from the class room.

Feeling utter pity for poor Sawada, I apologised instantly, "I'm really sorry for dragging you into this mess! I-I will tell everything to Mochida and hope he will—"

Dame-Tsuna shook his head meekly, then mumbling almost in whisper, "It's okay, so please don't cry." I can't hear really well, but his voice was soothing, almost nostalgically.

What broke my trance then was the bell signalling the start of the class and our homeroom teacher entering the room.

I guess I was a coward after all.

I was so afraid of the 'delicate girl' image I worked so hard to achieve getting blown away.

I was so afraid that people would bully me even harder if I had a fight of Mochida.

I was afraid I would be bullied so hard that I can't go to part time jobs for a while...

After school, I ended up by-standing among the excited hoard of student around the dojo. In the middle was a lanky brunet and a smug kendo captain.

The victory is already obvious. This is nothing but a bullying in the name of revenge match!

"Let me explain the rule," began Mochida with his brave smile, "since you probably don't understand kendo rules, I will let you win with just one ippon (one hit)."

"Wow, senpai, you must be very confident of your skill," a club member commented.

"But well, it's Dame-Tsuna we're talking about." A burst of laughter.

With his usual apathetic face, dame-Tsuna nodded at the condescending rule his senpai set.

"Now, get in your suit," said Senpai, pointing at the blatantly weighed-up armour, so heavy that three of his club members had to carry it. But dame-Tsuna complied, putting on the 'cheating' armour suit without any complaints. As if it is nothing heavy.

After the referee signalled a go, Mochida made the first rapid move towards the still Tsuna.

Probably from the weight of his armour, dame-Tsuna miraculously rolled away from the hit.

"Uwahaha, let's see if you can dodge this," Mochida threw a couple more swings, but the same thing happened. They didn't hit.

Now, that's strange.

"50 seconds left." said the referee.

With that, even Mochida felt a bit pressed for time to score against his weak opponent, throwing more aggressive swings at the brunet.

I even have my hope up a bit that Sawada may get put of this alive.

But, suddenly, he tripped on the floor, royally, face down.

Seeing this as a golden opportunity, Mochida's minion (I mean, club member) raised the red flag, cueing Mochida's victory, making it look as if it was Mochida's hit that caused Tsuna to fall.

"It's my victory," declared Mohida smugly, "So as a prize, I will have Kyoko as my girlfriend!"

"Eh?" I interjected. What? I properly rejected him!

Mochida then made a blatant lie, "You see, guys, Sawada had been stalking her lately, so she felt too anxious to go out with me. But with the threat gone she could be by my side without worries!"

Then everyone became like "I see. I see. Mochida-senpai is so nice. Kyoko, you lucky girl."

So I had no choice but to smile along for now, but I will properly make my will clear to him again later...

With my mind occupied, I didn't notice the brown-haired boy slipping out of the room with a clenched fist.

So, after the event, we are at the back of the school, where I immediately went straight to the point, "Mochida-senpai, I don't like you, so please don't force your love on me!"

Now not in front of the school people, Mochida sighed, "I know, but you see."

Before I knew it he was cornering me to the building's wall, laughing darkly "I need to have you no matter what. Because as idols we are destined to be together." He bent his face towards mine. I knew what he was about to do right away.

"No!" I squirmed in reflex, expecting a disgusting sensation on my mouth...

But that never came.

Instead I heard an "Arghhhh! My face!"

Curious, I opened my eyes. Only to see that horrible spectacle— of Mochida's face burning in flames...?

Even more shocking was that gravity-defying brown mop and a sickening smile popping up in front of me, looking at me with his gentle hazelnut eyes. In a stark contrast to the otherworldly happening to Mochida, he was serenely offering me kind words of "Are you okay." This time in clear, articulate voice I wouldn't imagine from the 'meek' transfer student.

Now with a burnt face, Mochida was pissed off, directing a harsh question "Did you do this to my precious face?

Then almost as if making a 360-degree flip, Sawada rotated to Mochida with a lunatically murderous glare. His eyes now flashed sunset orange!

"Precious?" grunted the brunet venomously, then clapping his hand, "more precious than her feelings?"

At the clap, Mochida's right arm went bursting into flames as well. Without Sawada even making any move.

"Arghh! My arm!"

At this gruesome occurrence, the brunet crouched down giggling to the pained kendo captain who previously defeated him but now cringed in pain on the floor, trying to put out the flames.

"If I do this..." Sawada Tsunayoshi began with a paradoxically innocent smile that would beckon affection had he not just burnt a guy's arm. The smile then morphed into a vindictive snarl "you won't be able to touch Kyoko-chan, right!?"

'Kyoko-chan'? How could dame-Tsuna be on the first name basis with me?

A-Anyway, what's happening?

"A-As I thought! You are after Kyoko as well!" Mochida said in utterly insecure voice.

Dame-Tsuna (though I'm not sure if he is 'dame' or not anymore) clicked his tongue like he's dealing with a pest at that, before choosing to smile sardornically, "I tried to look after her from afar, interfering with her life as little as possible, but I guess I can't hind my love for her after all."

Mochida then paled, "So... It's true that you have been stalking her."

"So annoying," groaned the sunset-eyed boy, clapping his hand once more, so Mochida's entire body was now engulfed in that inferno-ish orange flame.

With a sigh of relief, totally tuning out the cry of agony, Sawada locked his now kind hazelnut-brown eyes onto mine, "I'm sorry. I really don't want you to see me like this, Kyoko-chan."

I was rendered speechless at that point. Noticing this, the brunet decided to go on with his talking.

"It has been a while, Kyoko-chan," said Sawada who suddenly hugged me warmly.

At that, I was broken away from my shock. My immediate reaction was to push this twisted-minded murderer away and a shudder.

That clearly saddened him, and his smile dropped. At this rate, would he kill me too? I covered my face in fear of this man's unpredictable behaviours.

"I made me sad to know you think I will kill you..."

"!" Could he read mind?

"But," the brunet said with a heartbreakingly shattered voice, extending his hand to cup my cheek tenderly "One thing I can say for sure: I will never harm you."

With such a resolution, his eyes flashed orange again.

"I will protect you" he said assuringly, "just like this morning, yesterday and many other days!"

I was, for a moment, entranced by those exquisite sunset-coloured eyes, which, though twisted, offered me sincere love and care.

That was a fated encounter, the beginning of our mental roller coaster ride...

Yo, there, tea-stainedbrain here. I hope Yandere!Tsuna in 2795 is not too weirdly OOC. I've seen an attempt at Yandere!Kyoko, but not Yandere!Tsuna yet, so I was itching to try it, thus ending up writing this. (Yes, I'm in a writer's bloc for Part-Time Mafia Boss.)

Anyway, I intend to make this a one-shot. Unless it is popular enough (which you could contribute by writing reviews and clicking follow/fav).