Finally! I managed to write out this fic I promised Kaarin-san! TT w TT 'Life is' does not belong to me~ Kaarin-san thought of the plot and I just adopted it and made a few changes... which actually makes it quite different. O u O Okay, I'm officially rambling now, I'm so sorry... Here's the first chapter of 'Life is'~
Warnings: Fem!Tsuna, I LOVE genderbend~ Slight OOC. Evil twin, Hiro. Business AU.
Pairing: AllxTsuna
Inspired from: The great big blue sky of love.
"Haha! Dame-Tsuna, how desperate are you?" Enough to actually commit suicide now apparently, thanks for asking.
"Did you purposely wear a see-through shirt to school just to seduce out pure little Yamamoto-kun?!" No... Obviously this shirt was previously white before you dumped a bucket of dirty water on me. Speaking of which, I'm starting to fee cold...
"What a slut." Whatever you say, oh great and almighty Mika-sama.
"I wish I didn't have a pathetic younger sister like you." ... Ouch, can I go home now?
A brunette dressed in a white button-up dress shirt and navy blue pleated skirt accompanied with black knee-high stockings and mary-janes, drenched to the bone with filthy water that obviously did not come from the taps, stood in the small crowd that continued to torment and try to break her. The only problem was she was used to it. To Sawada Tsunayuri, life is... predictable. Life is pain, suffering and utter torment until safely at home alone with her mother, cooking up a storm or doing household chores.
Tsunayuri is the younger twin by 2.7 seconds to Sawada Hiroyoshi, the older twin who constantly abuses his blood-related sister both physically and mentally. This is probably due to Nana's constant spoiling and the fact that Hiroyoshi, or Hiro for short, is greedy and selfish by nature. Out of the house, Hiro behaves like a model student, clinching good grades, doing well in football club activities, being polite with seniors and a social butterfly. However, behind closed doors, his twin sister silently suffers from brutal beatings if not harsh mental abuse.
How Nana remained oblivious to the fact that her older son is abusing his sister, Tsunayuri does not know, but the brunette can never find it in herself to hate her parent. No. Not when she first-handedly witnessed her mother crying her eyes out when her beloved husband was not there when she needed him the most, not when knowing that her mother still loves her and certainly not when Nana needs her company more than she would ever know.
Coming back to the present, Tsunayuri watched as they tore up her latest book bag, one that she had painstakingly made from the scraps that used to be her previous school bag. She simply watched with emotionless eyes as her classmates all joined in on the fun to tear up Dame-Tsuna's textbooks and destroy her bento box. A stinging pain blossomed on her cheek as she was slapped by one of Yamamoto Takeshi's fan club members. Her head snapped to the side just as the door to the classroom slid open to reveal a tanned baseball idol, orange-haired school idol and her black-haired best friend.
Using the newcomer's arrival to her advantage, Tsunayuri quickly gathered what could be salvageable of her belongings and pushed past the three idols to run home, not realizing that Yamamoto Takeshi and Sasagawa Kyoko had witnessed her eyes changing colour from dirt brown to a blazing amber-orange.
Taking the quickest shortcut home, Tsunayuri was never more grateful that she lived quite close to the school as she neared the three-storey house that she grew up in. "I'm home mama..." Tsunayuri meekly called out, not too long after Sawada Nana skipped from inside the kitchen to greet her lovely daughter with a hug.
"Welcome home, Yuri-chan~" Tsunayuri smiles into her mother's apron and clings to the adult Sawada's waist. "Ara ara~ Yuri-chan would you like to help me make dinner? I'm cooking your favourite Salisbury steak~" Nana pats her daughter on the head lovingly and smiles gently as the girl nods. "Go and change first before helping okay? You smell like you just took a dive in a dumpster!" Tsunayuri winced slightly before smiling sheepishly at her mother and going upstairs.
Taking a long hot shower, Tsunayuri sighs in content as she dons her favourite light blue hoodie with the number 27 stitched to the left with white thread and a checkered red skirt. Taking a closer look now, Tsunayuri actually had the looks of an innocent angel. Warm doe-like honey brown eyes that hold an unlimited amount of innocence and kindness with a hint of warmth in them, full pink lips with an adorable button nose make up the face that was framed by the shorter bangs of her layered chocolate brown hair. Due to the bagginess of the hoodie, her top figure is still hidden from sight but the red checkered skirt accented her long, pale and shapely legs with just the right amount of muscle for a dancer.
Silently stepping down the stairs, Tsunayuri immediately enters the kitchen and goes to her station. Frying the meat under a low flame, Tsunayuri deems the piece of poultry just about perfect before setting down the steak on a clean dish and garnishing with gravy and boiled vegetables. Nana helps set the table and the two brunettes eat silently, savouring the other's cooking slowly as the rowdy older sibling is not due to be home until the day after due to a sleep-over at his 'friend's' house.
"Ah yes, Yuri-chan, Mama received a flyer in the morning for a home-tutor." Tsunayuri blinks at that and takes another bite of the steak before nodding to signal Nana to continue. "Since you've mentioned once or twice that your grades aren't really improving, Mama decided to give this person a call and he's due to arrive tomorrow! He says he can also tutor Hiro-kun as well. Isn't that great?" Tsunayuri smiles and nods, as long as her mother thinks it's for her own good then she would not mind.
Finishing up the last of her meal, Tsunayuri helps with the dishes before heading upstairs back to her room and attempts to do her homework. It's not as if she struggles with her homework, heavens no! Tsunayuri was a bright child, especially with languages, as of now, she has learned Chinese, Italian, English and is currently learning Latin. However, due to the violence she experienced, her self-esteem has fallen to the point that she dare not show her skills for fear of her classmates and brother accusing her of cheating off someone else. She already had enough pain to last the lifetime as it is, she did not need more just because she was actually smarter than those bastards that call themselves her classmates.
Filling two-thirds of her mathematics homework with made-up formulas and non-existent numbers, Tsunayuri finished her math homework in less than thirty minutes and decided to move on to English when a hand clamped on her shoulder, resulting in a violent flinch.
"Chaos."
Silence enveloped the room for a bit before Tsunayuri let out a tiny shriek in surprise. "HIIE!" Did I say tiny? Sorry, I meant to say that it was ear-piercing. "H-How did you get into my room?!" Tsunayuri questioned the stranger before her that was surveying the room with a look of... approval? No, that can't be right, mathematical formulae must be getting to her head that she started hallucinating. There was nothing much in her room anyway, save for the large windows and cushioned window sill with her slightly wide orange bed. The only other thing worth inspecting was the fact that her room looked nothing like that of an average girl's.
Her walls were bare save for the coat rack were she hung her uniform and home clothes for the day, her study table which was located in front of the wall adjacent to the bed was plain orange and the drawers contained her less-than ideal test papers, drawings she found slightly satisfactory and music sheets of songs she composed herself. A desktop computer and a few decorative ornaments litter the space on the desk. Her art materials and clothing are all stored safely in her oaken wardrobe next to the table and an old guitar case stood forgotten in the corner next to the door that led to the hallway. Her own private bathroom and toilet was behind the orange door that was next to the bed. A lone bookshelf stood on the right of the orange door, filled with mystery novels, fantasy and romance books as well as some shoujo manga. One shelf was kept clean in case of new books that Tsunayuri has yet to pick out.
There was not much to see, no photographs, boxes of memories or plushies that were given. Not even a vanity was in sight since Tsunayuri did all the dressing up she needed in front of her bathroom mirror. Reborn could honestly say that he had been expecting a more messy room from what he had heard from Iemitsu. The tall italian stood at a height of 182cm not counting his signature fedora with an orange band and was dressed in a black suit with a yellow dress shirt despite the blistering heat of summer in Japan.
Tsunayuri gripped her pen harder and stared at the man with slight fear and curiosity. "Hey, you haven't answered my questio-"
"Where is your twin, Sawada Hiroyoshi?" Hiro? Oh, this man must be one of those scouts that came to recruit Hiro for his 'prowess' at football or something.
"Umm... Hiro... -kun, is not here at the moment, he will be returning home tomorrow afternoon." The man raised an eyebrow, obsidian orbs staring straight at Tsunayuri's warm brown ones.
"Sleep-over on a school night?" Tsunayuri shrugged, explaining that Hiro was well-like enough by the school to get even a few days off without a legit reason, the glint in the obsidian eyes gave Tsunayuri shivers, and not the good kind. The man then continued to stare at her so Tsunayuri decided to do what she did best.
"Would you like something to drink...?" Make tea.
"Ara~ Yuri-chan, I see you've met Reborn-kun." Nana titters as Tsunayuri led the tall italian man to the living room. The brunette girl brings out a mug from the cabinet and prepares the espresso that Reborn had requested for, using the old-fashioned coffee grinder with coffee beans.
"Is he a friend of Papas?" Tsunayuri decides to bring out some of the tiramisu she made the night before, since Hiro was busy hanging out with his friends to even bother to come home she had more time to bake. Nana smiles brightly at the mention of her father and nods her confirmation.
"He's also you and Hiro-kun's new tutor~" Tsunayuri blinks in surprise, almost spilling the coffee and scalding her hand in the process of saving the ceramic mug. Hissing slightly, Tsunayuri holds her scalded hand under cool running water and waves away her mother's concern before applying some ointment and serving Reborn his drink and snack.
Tsunayuri has potential. Reborn muses as he sips on what could possibly be the best espresso he has ever drank in his life. From what he heard from Iemitsu's ramblings, Tsunayuri is a quiet and slightly reserved child, her looks could compare to that of an angel and her singing is a piece from heaven's choir. Other than the quiet and reserved personality, everything else was right on the money. From what he observed, she was quite organized and had a nice figure, although it was still a work in progress.
However, the way she moved was bothering Reborn. Tsunayuri's body language screamed of physical abuse, with the way she flinched violently when he clapped her shoulder and the fear in her eyes when she looked up to meet his gaze. Nana is a sweet woman, her interactions with her daughter show that she loves her daughter equally as much if not more than her son.
The daughter in question had moved her homework from her room to the low coffee table and was diligently writing her answers, Reborn almost thought the girl was accompanying him but thought better of it. Iemitsu could never have been more wrong about his little girl. From what Reborn could see, she had muscles from dancing and that alone should have protected her unless... she allowed the abuse to happen. The only other person that can actually harm the girl is her twin brother and her peers at school. Reborn frowned slightly when he realized that he was caring a little too much for his charge's little sister. He shrugged off the feeling that something unexpected was about to happen and decided to think of training regimes for the future boss of Vongola Corporations, whether it be the seemingly perfect heir, Sawada Hiroyoshi or the fragile angel, Sawada Tsunayuri only life will tell.
Life is... supposedly unpredictable after all.