Me: HEY PEOPLE! XD
Yuna: This is her second KHR fic. Don't get mad at her for her...Amatuerness?
Yuno: She doesn't own the damn anime/manga. Akira Amano does.
Gin: THIS IS THE ONLY TIME WE'RE DISCLAIMING! It should be obvious who the real pwner is anyway. Hika-chan wouldn't be writing fanfictions of animes/mangas if she owned them now would he?
Me: He's HAS a point you know.
Muses: (U-U) (Nods their heads).
Me: Oh and just a warning...Tsunayoshi will be EXTREMELY OC, and other characters only some or none. You may not even recognise Tsuna except for the fact his eye color, attitude and personality. His hair, his height, his luck, his charm, his strength, and everything else will either be changed and/or 'tweaked' to my liking. Don't like? Don't care. Oh and the pairing will be whatever I like. Probably D27 or R27. X3 Oh yes, the story will be rated VERY High&Hard T or a VERY Low M for dark aspects, mentions of rape, plenty of death, blood, gunfights, Yaoi, Het, and other things. I promise you NOTHING. I tend to either make things sound better than they are, or make them sound worse than they are. I'm not sure what's more frequent.
Gin: Please read and review.
Yuno: Please do not flame.
Yuna: Critism is noted.
Gin: If you see something that looks like something in your story, we'll change it if you want.
TheTwins(Yuna/Yuno): Just make sure to notify us!
Me: I think that's all, ne minna?
Muses: Hai.
Me: Well then, let's start the show! XD
Prologue Part 1
It was dark in Namimori park. Dark, and quiet, the silence being broken only by the sound of leftover trash going across the concrete like tumbleweed and by the gentle cool fall wind blowing through the trees and bushes. Everyone had left. Everyone except for a young 14 year-old brunette with caramel eyes, bruised and beaten up from his so-called 'friends'(1). 'It's probably 11 o clock right now. Maybe I should get home.' The usually carefree happy boy thought absentmindedly. After a while, sitting there on the swing placed in the park, contemplating over things, he set off to his home.
When he got there he was greeted by his mother near tears. She embraced him mufling out, "Mama mwas sho mowwied Tsu-chan!" He hugged her back, feeling a bit of guilt for making his doting mother worried. He felt even more guilty for what he was about he was going to ask her.
" Ne, okaasan?" He started off, breaking the embrace. " Would it be okay to move away from Namimori for a while? I mean, we'll come back it's just..." He trailed off, seeing that his mother was no longer crying and was looking at him with something akin to shock. "Okaasan? Daijobu?" He asked concerned. His mother had her weird moments but this was just, well, weird-er than usual!
His question seemed to bring her out of her stupor though, and she responded. " E-eh? OH! Oh yes, yes of course. It's just that, well, Tsu-chan didn't stutter!" Ah. She was right. I hadn't been like this since...
" And this works out just fine with the news I was going to tell you!" She put her hand into her aprons pocket and pulled out a letter. " Your father sent a letter to us asking us to come live with him in Italy! He gave us 1st class tickets too, Tsu-chan!" Well. That was surprising. And then Tsuna, started to laugh, at nothing at all, silently thanking his father. His mother thought he was laughing at the coincidence and started to laugh as well.
After the laughter had died down, Tsuna turned to his mother, eyes filled with new found determination. " Okaasan." She turned to looked at him. " I want to 'turn back'. Can you help me?"
Now Tsuna was expecting a reaction close to 'Yes, of course!' or 'I'd love to help!' or even 'I'll get to dress up my Tsu-chan!'. He was NOT expecting his mother to squeal and pump her fist in the air and shout " KYAA! Tsu-chan will become so cool! Come inside right now!" and she dragged him inside and pushed him into his room.
" Tsu-chan, I bought you some clothes today when I got the letter, and I thought you may like them. I always wanted Tsu-chan to 'turn back' but after that 'attack' I thought I'd wait. Your father thought so too. Now go and put on these clothes Tsu-chan!" And she pushed the clothes into his arms and got out of the room.
When he was done, he was wearing a dark brown long sleeved shirt under a dark green t-shirt with a short v-neck and a black chinese long dragon design. He wore with it dark loose jeans and had dark sneaker to go with the outfit. Nana looked on at her with appraising eyes. Then they narrowed. Tsuna not seeing what was wrong, voiced it. She pointed to his head.
" You either take the gel out of your hair along with the hair dye or I'll do it myself." Tsuna bolted for the bathroom and dumped his head into the tub and had the water blast down on his head...After he took off his shirt of course.(2)
20 minutes after he came out with his shirt back on and as a light blond with damp still slightly spiky hair, said hair much tamer than when it was brown and falling over his eyes reaching mid-neck.(3) Nana squealed.
" Ah! Tsu-chan is so kakoi~! While you were in there I put away your things into your suitcase. We have to leave tomorrow at 10 o clock, okay?"
" Hai!" Tsuna responded. Nana nodded in approval.
" Good. Now Tsu-chan put those clothes away to wear tomorrow and head to bed, ne?" She asked.
" Hai." He said. Then Nana decided to tease him.
" Goodnight Sawada Daiouji Tsunayoshi!" Tsuna blushed.
" Okaasan! I told you not to say my middle name!" Nana giggled.
" Hai hai, my little great prince!" She said smiling.
" Okaasan!" he whined, his blush still there.
" I'm just teasing~! But really, go to bed okay?"
(Next Morning)
Tsunayoshi Daiouji Sawada, once a pathetic, uncool, weak, spiky haired brunette that had no backbone, academic skills, or atheletic skills whatsoever(supposedly) who was now completely turned around, woke up that morning in a panic. That was until he remebered last night.
' That's right! I'm going to Italy today and I'm going to be living there for a while...' Sighing, he got up, got dressed in the outfit he tried out yesterday, and went downstairs for breakfast.
" Ohayo, okaasan!" He greeted his mother. He sat down at the table, his caring mother giving him his breakfast made up of pancakes and a cup of OJ. He gave his thanks and started to dig in.
" Ohayo Tsu-chan! It's only 7 so go out and take one last look around town, ne?" Nana sad smiling. Tsuna smiled back and gave a nod. Nana smiled wider. Then she remembered something. " Oh and Tsuna? Wear this when you go out. It's fall so it's chilly out and we wouldn't want you catching a cold, ne? It also has a hood if you want to hide you face from all the girls." She finished, giggling. Tsuna only turned crimson and grabbed the zip-up, navy blue hoodie from her.(4) He finished his breakfast and put on the hoodie and went out the door, shouting out a 'Jane!'.
As he walked around, he found that everything seemed shorted and he couldn't figure out why until he remembered he was no longer hunching his back(5), which also reminded him that his back wasn't hurting. He then proceded to walk whistling a happy tune.
Half an hour later, he found himself walking toward his school's baseball field. When he got closer he saw that there was someone there practicing which surprised him since it was a Sunday and there should have been anyone at school. As he wondered why a person would be there, he was shocked out of he reverie when the tall teen shoutd out to him, " WATCH OUT!"
With his instinct and (now)rusty skills, he caught the ball before it hit his hooded head in a smooth motion with his left hand. The teen that had been practicing earlier ran up to him. Tsuna noted that he had short dark hair, was fairly tan, was indeed very tall,
" Wow! That was a nice catch! My name's Yamamoto Takeshi. Sorry for nearly hitting you with a baseball. What's your name?" Tsuna had to absorb the fact that the school's star baseball player was talking to him and that he had nearly gotten hit in the head with a baseball. That was until he remebered he was being asked some questions.
" Oh, um, thanks. My name is-" 'I won't give him my real name, too many people know who Dame-Tsuna is. I'll use my middle name. I'm leaving soon anyway.' "Daiouji. Sawada Daiouji." Tsuna/Daiouji didn't notice the way that Yamamoto flinch slightly when he said his name.
" That was a nice swing though, to hit this baseball from way over there." Tsuna/Daiouji commented. Yamamoto looked embarassed.
" Oh that wasn't that great. Professional player can hit balls WAY farther than that." Daiouji looked surprised.
" Wow! Really? That's kind of cool! You wanna go pro or something? You look like you working hard." Yamamoto's eyes seemed to light up from the fact someone seemed so interested in his dream.
" Yeah! I love baseball. The addrenaline pumping through your veins. The challenge from demanding situations. The cheers from the crowds. The sense of comradie from the team. The feel of holding onto a bat and utmost concentration! And the- ah! Sorry. I got carried away." Yamamoto laughed. Daiouji chuckled.
" Not at all, Yamamoto-kun. I think it's great you have such a great dream. You should go for it. Just remember that you can't always practice, and not always so hard. You'll end up hurting yourself." Yamamoto nodded, and for some reason, Daiouji just knew he was taking his words to heart. " But if you do end up hurting yourself, say you break your baseball arm-" The older teens face was priceless when he said that but continued on, holding in his laughter. "-don't worry. It'll heal and when it does you can play baseball again." Yamamoto relaxed. " From what I can see, it looks like you're suffering from game pressure. People always counting on you or something?" The other teen nodded and explained how he was the teams star player. " From what I can see, you love baseball but your letting the pressure get to you. That's what's messing up your game. You aren't playing for fun, even though you love baseball. It seems to me that you need to remember why you wanted to play baseball in the first place." Yamamoto stared for what seemed like a long time until he asked a question with wide awed eyes.
" How old are you? You sound like you twenty!" Daiouji choked on air.
" Twenty!? Sorry, but I'm only 14. I'll be 15 this October." Now it was Yamamoto's turn to be shocked.
" 14!? That's my age! Man, this is crazy!" They shared a laugh. After that, Yamamoto asked Daiouji, " You want to head to a cafe? I get you a drink as an apology for nearly knocking you unconcious. Daiouji agreed chuckling.
Me: And I'm stopping there. Here's a cliffy.
Gin: Next chapter will be a bit longer. Promise.
Yuno: And it will be more dramatic. Honest.
Yuna: And SO very OCC. Seriously.
Me: Why are you ending yourselfs with one liners?
Muses: Just 'cause. Why?
Me: No reason...(slowly backs away)
Muses: These are some sidenote thingys.
1) Yeah, they aren't real friends. Only bullies.
2) Tsuna's mom is scary when you don't listen to her. Sorry if I made her too Oc.
(3) Yeah, he actually looked like a prince. Think of Giotto with tamer hair that was still spiky and with bangs. Length is like Dino's, just not wavy.
4) He doesn't believe that he looks that great so he's embarrassed how much his mother thinks so. He's got his dad's blond hair and his mom's eyes. Nice combo if I have to say anything.
5) I felt lke making an excuse as to why he was so short. So I made him hunch his back. Deal with it if you don't like it. XP
Me: Say bye everybody!
Muses: ADIOS!/CIAO!/ARRIVADERCHI!
Me:...Good enough. Sayonara! ^-^