Edamame Soybeans:: Chapitre 1

Disclaimer: KHR does not belong to me.

A/N: Overdose of question marks. LOL. Warning: If you are allergic to, scared of, or just straight out dislike question marks — just slowly trace your mouse over to the back button...and click as fast as you can. Hurry, hurry! D;

On the other hand, if you like question marks— no, love, then this fanfiction might be like heaven to you. Okay? LOL. We got that clear? Then let's move on; I'll see you at the bottom(hopefully)! XD

Rating: T+

Genre: Comedy/Action

Pairings(if you squint): 5927, 6996


(Extended)Summary: AU. In a world where the mafia has never interfered with Dame-Tsuna's life...he grows up to be a soybean farmer. In the quiet suburbs of Namimori, Japan, Sawada Tsunayoshi owns a small plot of land in which he grows and sells soybeans, and other various crops. He had been leading a calm, uneventful life for 21 years...until one day, a mysterious stranger with a yellow striped fedora shows up at his front door. Then and there, Dame-Tsuna knows: his peaceful life has come to an end.

Edamame Soybeans!

Sawada Tsunayoshi lets out a deep sigh of relief as he plops himself down on an old, rusty stool. He wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead and rubs his hands onto his dirty, faded jeans. He sits for a while in silence.

If we look closer, we can see that this man is no more than 21 years old, but, for some reason, he looks as worn out as a 50 year old single mother with...oh, I don't know, 10 children? And we all know that it is odd, especially for such a young man, to look so run-down. Perhaps it is because of all the failures he has faced up 'till now.

Believe it or not, this man, no matter how ordinary he may seem, has actually failed at almost everything he attempted in life. For 21 years. Sad life, huh? It almostmakes you want to sympathize with him. I feel the need to put an emphasis on the word almost, because we all know that all you readers out there are downright sadistic.

...Ok. Just kidding. Don't kill me. Please.

Edamame Soybeans!

"Aaahhh, my back is aching nearly everyday now; I feel like an old man!" Tsuna whined to his orange-haired acquaintance.

The the orange-headed man chuckled in response. "Sawada-kun, you look like one too," he said.

"Ehh? That's a bit harsh, isn't it, Irie-san?" Tsuna asked. " He opened his mouth and was about to protest, but instead released a disappointed sigh.

The orange-head, known as Irie, raised an eyebrow at his friend. "Did you really take that to heart, Sawada-kun?"

"No it's just..." the brunet nodded at his friend's luggage cart. "You're leaving for college today, huh? Just like I did, three years ago..." Tsuna let out another sigh, as the scene of three years ago played back in his head.

He was eighteen then, a boy who had just graduated high school. His mother had immediately insisted that he get a house and job of his own, and head off to college as soon as possible. Being the useless kid he was, it was obvious he couldn't make any of this happen on his own, and so his mother had given him money for his education and housing. Still, that didn't make things any better. The first day at his local college, Tsuna was already dismissed as the dumb kid, and didn't understand a single thing presented to him at classes. A few months later, he was known as 'rubbish,' and 'a disgrace' among the students and faculty, and so Tsuna decided to drop out. Obviously, these classes weren't working for him. The search for a job had gone even worse. No one accepted his job offers, often calling him 'useless,' and kicking him out of their office. He had applied for almost every job available in Namimori, but to no avail. Every single one of them didn't even give him a second look. And so, the poor brunet went online as a last resort, and looked up: "starting a business at home." The easiest, he though, among the list, was farming. Something that was fairly simple. At least, simple enough that even Dame-Tsuna could accomplish. So, with the remaining money his mother had given him, he purchased a small cottage with a small plot of land, and began to live the life of a self-sufficient farmer.

Irie looked at his friend sympathetically. "Well," the orange-head began, "it's not so bad, right Sawada-kun? I mean, you have a job and you raise enough money to take care of yourself. That's better than a lot of people already. I think you should be proud. You're a working man!" Irie patted Tsuna's shoulders in an attempt to make the brunet feel better.

In response, Tsuna half-smiled. "Thanks Irie-san," he said. "Well, I guess I'll leave you to your packing now. I'll be there at 10 pm to see you off, okay?

Edamame Soybeans!

It was 8:00pm when Sawada Tsunayoshi attempted to wash 5 days' worth of dishes. It was 9:20pm when he finished. You'd think that this was pretty bad, but It was actually a record for the no-good brunet. On average, it would take Tsuna at least two hours to finish, and he would end up breaking 5 of the dishes. This time though, it had only taken him 1 hour, 20 minutes, and he had managed to break only 2 dishes. Maybe it was finally time that he would stop being no-good, the brunet thought. And maybe it was.

It was 9:30 pm when Tsuna was done changing. He was wearing 1 coat, 2 sweaters, and 3 shirts. He was the type who got cold quite easily, and the fact that it was winter did not help. The young boy lived relatively close to an airport, and, including traffic, he would arrive right on time to say farewell to his friend, Irie.

Sawada sighed as he remembered how he was lucky enough to have met someone who was willing to become friends with him. It was his third year of middle school, and his bike had gotten a flat tire. The red-head, Irie Shoichi, had seen this and, being the nice person he was, came over to help Tsuna. Tsuna attempted to thank Irie by inviting him to coffee. The two became friends after that, meeting up once in a while to hang out. But now, as Irie was heading off to college, Tsuna would not have anyone to meet up with anymore. Of course, he and his red-headed friend would still call and send e-mails, but Tsuna felt a bit lonely that he could not see Irie in person anymore. The brunet continued to ponder what he would do after his one and only friend left to a different country when suddenly, the doorbell rang. Tsuna snapped out of his thoughts as he rushed to get the door.

Standing outside his front door was a tall man, donned in a black suit and striped fedora, with a cold, hard gaze and curly sideburns. He was someone that Tsunayoshi had never seen before.

"Uhm, hello? May I help you with some-"

"Are you Sawada Tsunayoshi?" the man asked. His tone was demanding and hard like steel. His voice was colder than the outside air, and this caused Tsuna to flinch a little.

"Y-yes, is there anything you need fr-"

"Good. I have some business with you," the man interrupted again, as he let himself inside Tsuna's small house.

The brunet didn't know why, but he suddenly had a strong feeling that his meeting with the strange man, would change his life. Forever.


A/N: I will never, ever be able to make first chapters interesting, so hopefully you'll give me a second chance and stay tuned for chapter 2. :D

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I would also like to ask some questions, to help improve your reading experience.

Question 1: Any mistakes in conventions? i.e. grammar, vocab, structure, and whatnot?

Question 2: Any other mistakes? i.e. OOC-ness, wrong details

Question 3: What do you think of the title and summary? Is it interesting enough?

Question 4: Thoughts on the story so far? :D

You don't have to answer the questions if you don't want to, but it would be very much appreciated! Thanks, and until next time! :)