Today was a normal day; the sun rose from the east, as always, and colored the horizon with varying shades of orange. The sky turned from a dark royal purple to a bright sky blue as dawn approached, and the birds sang their morning melody. Even the flowers that were once dead in the night sprang to life as nature woke to a new day.

Everything was as it should be.

It was the same for a certain messy and spiky-haired brunette, when his alarm clock decided that now was the time to wake him from his slumber. As the red digits flashed '06:30', it started beeping as if there was no tomorrow (it also effectively scared the boy awake). With a jolt, the said boy jerked up in a sitting position, soon regretting the action because he received a wave of dizziness as a repercussion. Shaking the dizziness off, his sleepy eyes scanned his entropy-esque room, and with a resigned sigh, he slid off his bed. Then, with the speed of a snail, he did his daily morning routines.

The boy's name was Tsunayoshi Sawada, Tsuna for short. He was a fifteen year old middle school student attending Namimori Middle School. He wasn't that tall; the teen stood at 161 centimeters and was, to be blunt, stick thin in body structure. He had a horrible streak of failing grades and tripping on his own feet, sometimes even on air; because of these factors, he was given the infamous nickname "Dame-Tsuna" or "No-Good Tsuna". No one liked to hang out with Dame-Tsuna, because they believed if they stayed near him for a bit too long, his clumsiness would rub off on them.

There were a few exceptions to that theory, though in the form of a baseball idiot and a bomb addict, but that goes off a tangent.

Realizing that his morning routines took longer than expected, the clumsy teen rushed downstairs and passed the kitchen for a quick bite. He kissed his mother's cheek, albeit with a bit of embarrassment, and bolted out of the house.

No matter how early he woke up, he always risked arriving late at Namimori Middle-and ultimately getting bitten to death by a certain head prefect.

Half way through his daily sprint, a sudden chill went down his spine and he abruptly stopped. He looked around a couple of times, and concluded that the uneasy feeling was from the cold morning air-or his Hyper Intuition telling him that something was just not right. Shrugging it off, he increased his pace; a cloaked figure went unnoticed as his pleasant stroll turned into a mad dash when he heard the warning bell ring, not too far away.

"HHIIIIEEEEEE! I'm going to be late again and Hibari-san will bite me to death!" Tsuna screamed in fear as he zipped past the closing school gates, and up the flights of stairs, reaching his classroom. He only paused in his frenzied dash to switch his shoes. His thoughts consisted of vividly different scenarios of how the head prefect would 'bite him to death'; yet as he slammed the classroom door open, it was a relief to see that his homeroom teacher was not there yet. Hence, even if Tsuna was late, he technically wasn't late (and wouldn't get punished) because his teacher hadn't arrived yet.

"Yo, Tsuna," A friendly voice greeted him as he took his seat, located near the window. He looked up from his school bag and was welcomed at the sight of one of his best friend's warm smiles and cheery disposition.

"Ah, Yamamoto," He returned the smile. Somehow, the small gesture made him feel at ease (all fleeting thoughts of dramatic scenes that included his deathbed and what he should have written on his nonexistent will disappeared). The two were soon joined by a third person, whose trademark included silver hair and a perfect scowl forever embedded on his features. The scowl only disappeared every time he saw his precious 'Juudaime', a nickname Tsuna earned with a reason he had yet to learn, was around.

"Good morning, Gokudera!" he said cheerfully.

Gokudera easily became flustered. "Good morning, Juudaime!" He greeted back, a smile gracing his features. Yamamoto smiled cheekily at the cussing bomber; that action only brought back the scowl on his face.

"What are you staring at, baseball idiot?" Emerald eyes narrowed, irritated, as the said baseball idiot continued to smile. It was one of those carefree 'ah–the-good-old-days' kind of smile, and it always seemed to either catch the bomber off guard, or just freak him out.

Luckily, Tsuna was saved from having to mediate on another argument when their homeroom teacher appeared at the doorway. Irie Shoichi looked more frazzled then usual, with his curly-esque red hair in disarray and his glasses askew on his face, not to mention his cheeks tinted pink and a total contrast to his pale complexion. It was possible that he bumped into a certain marshmallow loving co-teacher on his way to class, and things just seem to trail off from there.

As the teacher checked the attendance of his class, Tsuna daydreamed, hence the reason why he always took the seat next to the window. It kept his flighty thoughts occupied, when the teacher babbled on about meaningless lectures, with anything interesting.

Today, though, Tsuna did not expect to see a man on top of a roof just a few houses away. It seemed that it was a windy day too, because of the way the man's black cloak billowed over his shoulders. From his seat at near the window, Tsuna could make out spiky blonde hair that easily became ruffled and tousled in the wind; it spiked in angles similar to his own, which shocked him a bit but not as shocking as realizing that he was on a bloody roof, and he looked as if he was about to jump!

Tsuna could see panic, hear panic, and feel panic rushing through his nerves. A replay of a memory, which included trying to persuade a suicidal classmate of his to not commit suicide, flashed in a moment in his head. It… it wasn't a pleasant experience. He sprung out of his seat, just as the man in question jumped off the said building; the brunette screeched, causing the whole class to look at him (not that standing up in the middle of a lecture was already eye-catching).

"What's wrong Sawada?" Irie Shoichi asked, concerned due to the screech, but a tad annoyed at him disrupting his class…again.

Tsuna turned to his teacher, wild eyed and speechless, using frantic hand gestures that made little sense before outright saying. "A man jumped off a building!"

That seemed to have caught everyone's attention, as all the students rushed to the window. Curious and distressed whispers could be heard as Tsuna's two best friends walked up beside him, peering out to spot the suicidal man. Tsuna too was looking hard, but found that there were no bloody bodies seen, nor was there an ambulance (if a neighboring person had seen the scene). Namimori was a small town; anyone would know anyone in this quaint little town.

So it was odd when Tsuna didn't recognize the man, who (he presumed) jumped off to his death.

With little to no sign of any attempted suicide, an irritated sigh escaped the redheaded teacher at yet another Dame-Tsuna moment. It wasn't uncommon for the student's mind to wander, and did these things on occasions… but it that wasn't anything remotely serious as faking a suicide. Did he have issues? The thought freaked Shoichi out, and so he decided that little chat with the boy wouldn't hurt.

"Sawada-san, I don't know what kind of joke you're trying to pull, but that wasn't amusing," the red-haired teacher sighed as he fixed his glasses once more and with difficulty, ushered the class back to their seats. Whispers were still flying across the whole classroom, but Tsuna hadn't bothered to listen. He was still staring intently out the window, his eyes locking on to a familiar cloak as it once again disappeared from his line of sight.

He then realized that the suicidal man's eyes were a surprisingly beautiful shade of azure blue.

A/N: edit: Thank you very much to gracefulsunshine for beta reading this. It looks a lot neater than my previous chapter. She'll be beta reading the rest of my chapters. C: The main point of the prologue is the same though, no worries.