DISCLAIMER: KHR belongs to its rightful owners.

Yup, basically the same, just edited some parts since I got the sudden urge to fix stuff. Updates will follow probably after I'm done with the editing.

This is supposed to be a sequel to another story I made before. Unfortunately, it got lost (deleted or whatever I don't know) and I can't find a complete version of it in my files. Sorry :(
I hope you still understand the thingies in here.

CHAPTER 1

Gokudera Hayato found himself standing over and unable to shift his gaze from the girl dozing at his desk. It was almost hard to believe that just a moment ago, they had been arguing about the aliens' way of life. He had to admit albeit silently that he was impressed with her progress in mastering his G-writings when he showed to her just some days ago. And to add icing to the cake, only two weeks had passed since she had confessed to him and crudely got rejected no thanks to him. Now every time they meet, her best friend turned boyfriend would be with her or would pop up from nowhere either hugging her from behind or parting them in the middle. Geez, who expected his little PMS moment that made her cry an enough catalyst for them to hook up?

How long was she gonna drool all over his place anyway? She could have at least picked a free seat. And then he remembered that she had probably just finished tutoring her best friend turned boyfriend aka Yamamoto Takeshi. She must be tired from teaching that baseball-idiot.

Then the bell rang in its sing-song tune. Pushing all hesitations aside, he shook her shoulder."Tsuri, wake up." Funny her name should sound like his box weapon slash pet Uri. "Oi!"

"It's x minus y equals two x plus five..." she mumbled as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and fell back into sleep. So that wouldn't work.

Instead of yelling and venting his vexation as he normally would (usually with bombs), he felt doing neither. Rather, he grinned and crouched so he was level with her, "Lunch's over, it's aho-sensei next," he whispered in her right ear.

Tsurishi Akechi raised her sleepy head and chuckled. "We must stop the idiocy from spreading." In such short span of time, it was hard to determine whether they were actually friends in all sense of the word. But suffice to say there seemed to be no rancour whatsoever between them. He opened his mouth to reply, enthusiastic all of a sudden; then came in a voice that made him retract from his intended action.

"Yo, Tsurishi!" They must have been in their own world again not to notice the sliding of the door and the entrance of the almost tardy Yamamoto Takeshi and Hayato's beloved Juudaime, Sawada Tsunayoshi.

"Takeshi!" She slid out of his chair, which he did not immediately occupy as he was distracted by the moment's happenings. The "couple" knuckle-bumped in a sort of greeting which in no way looked romantic, causing the grey haired Italian to scoff. Those two would put the least passionate Italian to glory.

"Keh, I can't tell if you're a couple or what."

"Hayato-kun!" Tsurishi punched him lightly on the arm and sat on her seat, just behind him. Tsuna just sweatdropped at Gokudera's usual tactless display.

But Takeshi, who was at the moment sitting on his girlfriend's desk, simply laughed it off. "Maybe you should find yourself a girlfriend."

Tsuna seemed to agree. "Yeah, Gokudera-kun," he mumbled, not sure if his self-proclaimed right-hand man heard.

"I don't need a girlfriend!" he said in defiance. Some girls overheard this and started squealing the usual "Kyaa! Gokudera-kun is really a bad boy, it makes me love him more!" and whatnots.

"Woah, you two are such heart throbs. I'm jealous," Tsurishi commented and feigned a pout. Yamamoto grinned and patted her on the head.

"You shouldn't be. I think you're the luckiest girl in this class."

The gray-haired Italian kept himself silent. Math is chicken to him, but when it comes to the most dreaded subjects of love and girls(you don't even need to look past his family to get the point), it's either he's not interested, or he's clueless, or most likely both. The door slid open and came in their Mathematics teacher, prompting everyone to be in order.

"Class we're going to have problem solving involving algebra today." And so they proceeded. This, that, this, that. Tsuna faced Tsurishi.

"Please teach me that later I don't understand a thing."

She winked at him. "Sure," she whispered back. Tsuna got the weirdest sensation that those two were up to something judging by the mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Get ready, Tsuri, Juudaime. I'm taking over the class," he said, his glasses already perked up his nose.

"Not again..." said Tsuna weakly. He remembered the previous day when Gokudera and Tsurishi randomly decided to override the teacher's discussion using their own methods of teaching. Uh, it's hard to explain what exactly. Yamamoto just laughed but the whole class seemed to get it, even Tsuna much to his surprise, although it wasn't very hard to do as the teacher was too terrified to defy a disciplinary committee officer to care for some lesson. By DC officer, we mean Tsurishi, whose admittance in the committee Reborn talked the Chairman into. Because of her good job and earning a few bonuses by reporting herbivores all over the place, she even got herself promoted in rank and in speaking terms with Hibari Kyoya, which still gets her a few bruises every now and then.

Thus explaining the teacher's dilemna.

"Sensei!" Gokudera announced.

"What now? I'm going to put you in detention for this!"

"Actually, I'm just going to demonstrate the block method approach, because according to what I have observed it is easier to use." The teacher looked at Akechi, the usual accomplice, who as of the then had a pretty obvious frown in her face.

"Nani sore? Do show us what it is." She appeared extremely curious. Even Kozato Enma and Shitt P. turned their attention to Gokudera.

Tsuna fought the urge to chuckle as he thought, 'They both taught me that last night. They're such good actors.'

"Yamamoto, are you sure this is fine?" he asked Yamamoto, who was in the row behind him.

"Ahaha, well, I already know how to do that since Tsurishi showed it to me a while ago. It'll be fun to do it again."

Gokudera had his hair in a ponytail and his glasses on. Full concentration on. "Kakkoi na, Gokudera-kun!" again murmured the excited adorers of the bad boy foreigner-ish classmate.

"Sheesh, do they only listen because it's him speaking?" Tsurishi asked Takeshi.

"Mah, seems that way," replied the boy.

The day went on like any other. For once, Tsuna and the others were quite relieved at the lack of unfortunate events that usually plagued their lives. "Tsuri, it's your turn to tutor Juudaime. Don't forget."

"Hai, hai. Wakatteru yo. Wait a sec." She ran to the baseball field and bid farewell to Takeshi. Not without doing the classic Yamamoto bear hug. After exchanging words with some of the members she knew, including the newbie Mizuno Kaoru, she jogged back to where Gokudera stood, scowling.

"Ugh," he said when she got back, "PDA."

"What happened to the whole "act like lovebirds" tirade earlier?" she retorted, doing some mock batting with a tennis racket that now serves the purposes of the Disciplinary Committee. The team has more than enough people anyway, they can carry on without her. "Honestly, if you were some movie character I'd say you need heaps of love."

"Che, I don't have time for that." And that was it for the time being. The journey continued silently for a while, until they were halfway through the route to Tsuna's house when she remembered something of utmost importance.

"Ah-" she stopped abruptly and grabbed his arm.

"Nande!?" he snapped.

"Yabai, I forgot to report to Hibari." She even called the chairman by the surname now. He had given up trying to force her to call him otherwise, at least she can put up a decent fight. At the very least.

"Let's head back," he found himself say it before thinking.

"We'll both be late for Tsuna's tutorial if you come with me."

"Iie, we just have to hurry," he countered. She relented in the end, not that she complained, it was simply strange for the dude to put something else other than his beloved Juudaime in his top priorities.

They rushed back, only to find an empty reception room. "Eh, where did Hibari go?" Fifteen minutes later with the tonfa-wielder still nowhere to be found, Gokudera was beginning to get agitated. "Che, we can't risk being late for Juudaime."

Tsurishi smiled. That's Hayato-kun back to normal. "Juudaime, Juudaime, you have your sister too you know."

"Don't even start with that," he retorted, his face contorting in some sort of sour reminiscence. "Ditch Hibari and let's get outta here."

"Yeah, I agree. Lezzgo~"

However, they were stopped in their tracks when-

"OI, AKECHI! You sold us to Hibari didn't you! You're going to pay for that." The speaker was one of the six third year thugs, who, unlike Hibari, were still barbarians by nature and childish at heart. How they survived the continuous purge of Namimori she can't fathom. She resisted the temptation to simply fry them on the spot. But hey, that would be abuse of power…right? "Hayato, on the count of three..."

"We're not fighting back?" He had his dynamites at the ready.

"One-"

"Tsuri, let me at least blow one of them."

"Alright, one dynamite for cover. Two-"

"Three." Gokudera finished the countdown.

KABOOM!

The sound of an explosion and a curtain of smoke filled the entire corridor. "Hayaku, Hayato!" And she sprinted past the bullies, straight to the stairs and out.

"Man, you sports freaks all run fast!"

"If Hibari catches us we're done for."

"I'll blow him up!"

"You two, what was that noise?" Speaking of the devil. Not good.

"Ah, Hibari..." she started, "I was about to go on with my after class report, but right there and then, five morons decided to pick at me for telling you about their activities."

"You ran away?" Note the venom in those words.

"I don't like violence Hibari, and you haven't given me authorization to beat up anyone yet, so-"

"Fine, I give you permission to mete out punishments. Just be sure not to slack off, or consequences will be severe."

"Yes, boss," she answered mockingly complete with a salute. Hibari Kyoya was so used to it he didn't even bother scolding her. Okay, he still glared daggers but at least he kept his weapons to himself.

"Hurry up, Tsuri!" Gokudera was already beyond the school gate.

"Chotto matte, Hayato!"

Gokudera Hayato looked back at Tsurishi, internally cursing himself for the prickling sensation that had been bothering him for days now. Tsuri placed her had on his shoulder and pushed him out of his reverie and onto the street. "We're gonna be late for your sweet Juudaime~" And his inability to spout a comeback baffled him as much as it confused her. Now it wasn't just any prickling sensation, he felt as if his gut was digesting pure nasty acid.

He's probably just getting anxious over the, uh, upcoming Inheritance Ceremony, not because of some...freakish crush or something. Got that!?