My first story, please go easy on me, yes the description is LONG!
8027, possible others. Not sure yet. M-Rated for now, however don't expect anything but Gokudera's foul mouth for awhile...PM me ideas for pairings please *NOTE* I WILL NOT DO ANY OF THE FOLLOWING PAIRINGS, 8018, 8059, 182769, 1869, I'M NOT A FAN OF SUCH PAIRINGS AND THEREFORE WILL NOT WRITE, OR MENTION THEM *NOTE*
Description: Takeshi Yamamoto is the child of Tsuyoshi and Nana, and a candidate for the Vongola Boss Title in the future. Until then he has to survive school with his over dedicated friend Gokudera Hayato, a chain smoker and explosive artist, literally. The martial artist master I-Pin Hibari, known for her immense strength, coordination, and terrible eye sight. The schools extreme boxing champion Ryohei Sasagawa, only known for his love of fighting, work, and the phrase "EXTREME!". The teen genius and seamstress, Haru Miura, who's fantasized and chased after almost any male who would help her. The demons Mukuro Rokudo and Chrome Dokuro, who are undoubtedly linked to every misfortunate event that happens. The schools player Lambo Bovino, rated as the laziest, and most attractive male to have enrolled in Nanimori. And his favorite Tsunayoshi Cavallone, a beloved gymnastic, widely known for his flexible figure, his overprotective and over loving father who clings to his leg and his stylish mother, responsible for putting most of Nanimori's students into the hospital with her 'special' form of toxic cooking. Now when Yamamoto's life is drastically changed with the arrival of the hitman, Reborn, who came to train him as the next boss. He has to find a way with dealing with all the extra stress, all the while hiding his new partnership in the Mafia. But what happens when he learns some of the kids in his school may already know about it, and may even be in it?
My Life As The Future Vongola
Everything was calm. Soft breezes brushed past, picking up leaves every now and then. It was warm, but that was only expected in spring. The sky was dotted with the occasional cloud, however this couldn't be seen as easily since the branches of the beautiful Quercus Rober trees overhead. Their branches were filled with constant twists and curves, allowing various splotches of light to décor the ground below.
I was happy, no euphoric. 'Takeshi' sang a glorious voice, one he had yet to grow tired of, and undoubtedly ever would.
Turning around, were my six greatest friends, allies, and comrades. The ones I entrusted with my life, my business, and anything else that could be told or given to them. 'Takeshi' the voice sung to me again, this time carrying longer and slowly growing more different. And with it the world around me was slowly fading away, leaving behind a simple white.
'Don't go...' I asked, more so pleaded, hoping the glorious images would return.
"TAKESHI!" bellowed the indistinguishable voice of my dad.
Jetting my eyes open way to fast, I was rewarded with a blast of light from my unshaded window, which gleamed at my unprotected irises. I jolted up, caused the sheets and pillows which had just been residing on my bed to be propelled to every corner of the tatami styled room. As soon as my eyes had grown accustomed, which had to have been a good minute, I was able to spot my father and mother looking at me, my mom's infinite amount of love radiating from her joyous features.
Nana Yamamoto was a petite woman, only coming about to 150cm, maybe slightly more. Her entire body was shaped like a pin, thin, flat, and quite miniature. However my father on the other hand, did not show such a loving and cheerful expression. Tsuyoshi Yamamoto, unlike his wife, was quite tall reaching past 180cm. He was very muscular, a result from his immense training, and teaching of the ways of the sword. One of his most notable features was his intimidating and firm expression when he became upset or serious, the same expression he was demonstrating against me right now, and sadly was not using the latter usage for it.
"TAKESHI" he roared again, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING SLEEPING, IT'S ALREADY 7:47!" he exclaimed, indicating to the digital desk clock positioned at the back of my polished oak school desk, numerous long scratches and indents covered it from the times I would sit there and attempt to do my work. I stared blankly at it for a few seconds, until harsh reality struck me like a falling weight. "I'M GOING TO BE LATE" I shouted with horror, rushing past my parents and scrambling through my already distraught closet for one school uniform that was still presentable, or at least enough for my standards.
After a good two minutes I was rewarded by finding an outfit Mom had been kind enough to wash, after violently yanking it out and throwing it on, not bothering with a tie, I rushed downstairs. After snatching my book bag from the counter along with my baseball gear, which was unquestionably the only items I kept in good condition, I rushed out of the house, waving goodbye to my still elated mother and my steaming father, not bothering with breakfast since it would only make me more late.
However I was suddenly stopped when I ran into some strange person, which had decided to stand in the middle of our front yard. Opening my eyes to glare at the reason why I had been delayed of rushing to school, I was met with what were undeniably the most cold and intimidating eyes that I had ever seen.
The man standing before me was clad entirely in a formal black business suit, save his yellow shirt, tie, and stripe which ran around his fedora. Which had been ever so tilted to make him seem even more threatening than he was before, which puzzled me at to why he would need that. "Instead of questioning my style, shouldn't you be running to school?" said man inquired, all the while arching his left eyebrow.
"AH, GOMEN" I yelled, dashing off again, oblivious to the look I was receiving from the mystery man.
Thank GOD for all those countless baseball games and practices I attended, otherwise I there would've been no way I could've reached the school before the bell rung. I already was just barely surviving in school, only because I had to push myself...to plead to my best friend Gokudera, until he agreed to help me with my work.
And if I got another tardy and missed my morning set of classes again; because of our school's sadistic discplinary chief's love for attacking anyone who broke one of his sacred rules, even if it was the least important and most forgivable one, I would be kicked off the team for sure. And I couldn't afford that no matter what.
Baseball was my life, I enjoyed every millisecond I spent in it, the crack from when I struck the ball, the crowd cheering for me as I ran from base to base. It made me feel SO ALIVE, and losing that could very well be the most devastating thing to happen to me in school, no MY LIFE! And...there kinda was another reason why I loved it.
Tsunayoshi Cavallone, my long time crush and friend. Tsuna would always support me when I was playing, attending any game he could, way or home. And even running up and congratulating me, and when we weren't as fortunate as to win he'd be there to comfort me, because it was well known I easily broke down when we weren't victorious. At those times I was lucky enough to be able to hold him and inhale his addicting scent, vanilla and honey, sweet and calming, just like him.
Speaking of which I usually was able to catch a glimpse of him performing on my way to practice. Tsuna was a skilled acrobatic, being able to perform with great speed and grace, all thanks to his lean and lanky figure. Which despite that, was a nice body indeed...
"OY, YAMAMOTO, OVER HERE" came a familiar voice, which thankfully was able to pull me out of such thoughts quite often. Turning around I was able to spot my childhood friend Gokudera. Although it was never that difficult when you saw his hair, a silver mop of hair which ran down on all sides like an octopus, however I'd never tell him this knowing he'd react the only way he knew how. Stuffing a firecracker in my backpack and watching it explode in my face.
"You coming or what, we got Algebra" he stated, signaling towards the doors students were currently flowing into. "Joy..." I couldn't help but remark, knowing full well I would spend the entire class half awake or staring out the window.
You can get a pretty nice view when you sit in the farthest back, right next to one of the long simple windows which lined the entire right wall; the teachers couldn't even notice you weren't paying attention. Following Gokudera into the school, I was suddenly reminded of the man I had bumped into this morning, exactly who was that?
My Life As The Future Vongola
Okay I hope I didn't jump into it to fast. If you spot any errors please notify me of them. THANK YOU! Review nicely please. AGAIN THIS IS MY FIRST STORY!