It had started as a normal day as most things were wont to do in his life. Sawada Tsunayoshi, fifteen years old, was staring out of a window as his math teacher droned on and on about some asinine subject that went right over his head. Sighing, Tsuna rubbed his forehead before turning slightly to gaze at his two best friends.

Gokudera was listening to the lesson with full attention though that didn't surprise Tsuna in the least as he knew his right hand man was practically a prodigy with numbers. Turning a little bit more he gazed at Yamamoto who was as zoned out as he was.

Squinting at the board he groaned silently in his mind as how everything blurred. Maybe he needed glasses? It wouldn't surprise him even when he was younger he couldn't see the board fully not that the teachers noticed they just thought he was no good.

To be quite honest Tsuna enjoyed learning excelled in it actually. He just… didn't like tests and homework was so boring why sit through so many hours of school to only come home and do homework for a couple more? The only subject he didn't do well in was math it was his only bad point.

When Reborn came and told him he was going to be a mafia boss truthfully he was excited! It was a way out of this boring life of bullying and neglect. He loved his mother, really, but the fact that more times than not she went along with whatever the community said about him made him mad.

But 'Dame-Tsuna' wasn't one to get excited over prospects like that so he vehemently denied being the heir to the Vongola.

He was also slightly angry at Reborn too when it came to choosing his weapon of choice. Gloves? Really? He would be the first to admit that he looked eerily similar to the first boss of the Family but he wasn't his copy. If only Reborn would have let him choose his own weapon. Maybe a good gun. He liked guns. Ever since his mother's brother, his uncle, came to visit from America where he lived with his wife and children and took him out to a shooting range to try out shooting.

He had been a natural shocking his Uncle who had gotten excited and taught him a bunch of information about gun handling. He finally had a chance to use his knowledge and he was forced to use guns and be a primo-copy. How sad.

The bell rang and Tsuna could have cheered in happiness. It was the last period of the day and he could finally go home. Reborn was out of town till late that night so he would get a chance to relax maybe play some videogames. Yawning and meeting up with his two best friends they began their walk to Tsuna's house.

As they were walking down a side street a couple blocks from his house, Tsuna looked around his intuition flaring in warning. That's when he heard it.

"Gyahaha! Dame-Tsuna!" Lambo, one of the younger members of their household was running down the street ten year bazooka on his shoulders.

"L-Lambo!" He tried to stop the other but alas it was not to be. Lambo tripped on a crack in the street and the bazooka went flying through the air and enveloped him in pink smoke.

He could hear the surprised exclaims of his friends and the crying of Lambo before he caught a glimpse of a blonde haired woman in full armor who smiled at him who seemed to reach out to him. The last thing he could remember before he passed out was the surprised look in bright blue eyes and blond hair.

AN: new story. im sorry i just couldn't get turk!tsuna out of mind. So in this story Tsuna will be slightly OOC. I mean I changed his backstory a bit lol. I mean he's still the same deep down but meh. Tsuna's uncle is an oc though idk if i'll ever include him beyond mentioning. He is full blooded japanese btw. His wife though was a USA Marine who was stationed in Japan and they fell in love and moved to America.

Also. Main ship in this fic IS going to be Rufus/Tsuna. Though I'm also considering it to be Rufus/Tsuna/Tseng as well.

Next chapter will definitely be longer.

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