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Chilly wind made its presences known by tickling upon the tenderness of his cheeks. Slowly turning them to into a light shade of pink. Then proceeding to a shade of soft scarlet. He gave a short sigh of relief knowing that this treacherous day was close to an end. He promptly adjusted his scarf right above his nose, closing any entry from the wind that was planning a horrid scheme to invade him. Flu season was approaching quicker than usual, leaving the students of Vongola Academy depressed with runny noses and body aches. Those who do not have it try to catch it so that they would have a better chance of not attending classes and rest in luxury of their dorms. Tsunayoshi Sawada was certainly not about to catch such a nuisance. The chestnut haired teen was trying his best to avoid the damn infection. Making this day a living hell since his body is extremely sensitive any sort of virus. Ryohei Sasagawa was the only one in their group that seems to have it. All through lunch, Ryohei kept yelling random food items with implying the word 'extreme' in it. "EXTREME PIZZA BAGEL!". "EXTREME APPLESAUCE!". Knowing Tsuna's condition, Gokudera Hayato protected his beloved 'Juudaime!' from 'turf-head's' mild cold which would turn into something more serious if not attended. Yamamoto Takeshi just laughed playfully at Gokudera's silly remarks, making the gray haired teen furious. Not only avoiding the flu, but as well as Hibari Kyouya. The Prefect always keeps a close eye on Tsuna and his delinquent friends since they always 'disrupted the peace'. Just an un-ordinary day in the life of Tsunayoshi Sawada.
Tsuna was now heading to his last class of the day, P.E. The great thing about having P.E. last was that you were home free. You didn't go to each class smelling like B.O or looking like a wreck with a tired body.
Sixth period students started to exit the locker rooms heading to their next period. Many of the older brutes glanced down on poor Tsuna due to his 'small and weak fragile' appearance. Some of them refer to him as 'no-good Tsuna'. While others refer to him as a 'fuckable' toy. He didn't fancy either of the two nicknames. You never know with high school...
The chestnut haired teen made a swift turn into the locker room ignoring the bad mouthing and glares he received. He was soon struck with a blast of warm air that was coming from the heater inside. Tsuna wiggled about letting the warm breeze heat him up.
"Juudaime! There you are!" shrieked a very excited Gokudera who greeted him with a great big hug.
"A-Ah Gokudera! I-I didn't even see you coming this way." Tsuna responded in a surprised tone.
"I'm so sorry Juudaime! The stupid baseball-nut insisted to come here early. That bastard told me that you were already here! But he LIED! OH PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR LEAVING YOUR SIDE!" pleaded Gokudera on his knees grasping Tsuna's legs, sopping away...
Yamamoto noticed Tsuna's and Gokudera's dilemma and head toward them with a warm smile.
"Haha! No, I said maybe he would be here. Oh! Hey, Tsuna you made it! You should a of been here earlier, there were some kids acting really weird... Oh hey! Tsuna your face is really red! You look like a tomato!" Yamamoto pointed out poking Tsuna's red flesh making the teen 'HIIIEE!'
"A-amo, it's really cold out side... oh and what do you mean weird?" questioned Tsuna who was blushing furiously once Yamamoto commented about his flushed face.
"Shut it baseball-nut! Juudaime is perfect the way he is!" Gokudera warned now standing on his own two feet ready to take out his ready-to-go dynamite. "I'll explain it to him. Juudaime, there were some idiots complaining about how much their head hurt and how they felt like they were on fire. Soon afterward, they started to cough nonstop which was such a pain. Concluding those symptoms it seems to me that they have the common cold and or maybe climaxing toward the flu. But they're gone now so no need to worry Juudaime!" Gokudera assured Tsuna with a sparkle in his eye.
"Mah mah, lots of students are getting sick huh?" Yamamoto asked heading to his locker followed by Gokudera and Tsuna.
"Seems so. Ah, hey, do you guys know what we're gonna do to day?" Tsuna asked twirling his lock searching for the right combination.
"18... 27... 69..." he whispered still struggling with the pesky lock.
(HAHA! I know how much ya'll like that combination... ;3)
"Hmm, not sure but I hope it's baseball!" cheered Yamamoto switching his school uniform dress shoes to his athletic appropriate ones.
'I hope not...'
"Dream on-"
"LISTEN UP, KORA!"
The three teens (along with everyone else in the locker room) stopped their doings, scared shitless from the loud roar coming from P.E. instructor, Colonnello. He stood on a bench notifying everyone for his attention.
"Everyone get dressed and head back to your dorms. Change of plans, we're going to be on lockdown until morning, kora! UNTIL then, DO NOT leave your dorms for whatever reason. Don't even bother asking questions because even I don't know what the heck is going on kora!"
The students looked at each other confused. Still not comprehending the information, they had received. Who, what, when, where, why, how? Were the questions that race through their heads.
"GET MOVING, KORA!" Colonnello spat making sure that the students knew he was not pulling some practical prank.
"HIIIEE!" Tsuna shrieked closing his locker in a hurry, which took him a while to open. Having no time to change whatsoever. Gokudera already wore his P.E. uniform underneath his school uniform, as always. He didn't like to change in front of everyone else. He always received stares from the other male teens. Head down in disappointment, Yamamoto sighed and switched his shoes once again. Luckily, he was a slow dresser and a strange one in fact. He would undress himself complete, always starting with his shoes, then his pants and shirt. As well as dress himself in that order. He has it all backwards doesn't he? However, his silly antics amuse his two pals, well mostly Tsuna; Gokudera could careless for that idiot...
Once Tsuna, Gokudera, and Yamamoto packed up, they squeezed through the crowd of students heading outside.
"NO PUSHING!"
"Oh shit is it a terrorist attack?"
"Out of the way!"
"Quit freaking out you pussies!"
"That's it... if you bastards don't get out of my way I'm jamming a fucking dildo right up your asses."
"I bet..."
"UP YOURS PAL!"
"Watch it! None of you better touch Juudaime!" Gokudera warned the crowd pushing unlucky teens that dared to stand in his precious Juudaime's way. Gokudera was more like bulldozing them over.
"Gokudera there's no need to push. We're all on the same page..." Tsuna told him holding onto Yamamoto for dear life. Making sure he wouldn't drown in the sea of Vongola students.
Tsuna was wondering what exactly was going on. They never had a school lockdown. Well, whatever the reason is, it's something serious. The only time they ever had a so-called 'lockdown' was when principal Reborn ran out of espresso. The funny thing was that the whole time this dilemma was happing, unexpectedly, the main office microphone speaker was turned on through the whole thing. You could hear Reborn's normal sexy, seductive voice; escalate to an irritated hoarse one. He started to yell nasty things at his personal 'lackey' Skull. Everyone had to stay in their present classroom until Reborn received his espresso. God knows what would have happened if he didn't receive his espresso. Come to think of it, that was pretty serious...
Discipline Committee members scattered all through out the school, making sure that everyone arrived at their dorms and didn't wander off.
And there he was. Discipline Committee leader, Hibari Kyoya. He stalked the seventh period students as they left the locker room, especially a certain chestnut haired teen named Tsunayoshi. The young teen could feel Hibari's cold glare digging into the back of his head. A chill went down his spine.
"Everyone in an orderly fashion or be prepared to be bitten". The Prefect ordered raising his tonfas. He scanned the crowd acknowledging everyone his statement and for their approval.
The crowd nodded in response, holding in a frightened wail. Not everyone felt obligated to follow Hibari's demand. Big mistake...
The Prefect called out those unlucky few who had made that mistake.
"What the hell is up with this prick?" ravaged a silver haired teen punishing .
"Maybe you should stop kicking him... You see, the more blows you give him to the stomach, the more he'll continue to cough up blood. Simple as that long-haired commander." Fran responded crouching down over to the poor male on the cold, cement floor, laying on his right shoulder proceeding to be kicked into his exterior abdomen.
"VOI! You think I don't know that toad! That's not what I meant! Look! The hell is up with his eyes!" Halted his actions, Superbi Squalo pointed to the male's eyes that were turning into a dark crimson.
"They were green to being with..."
"Whoa, how scary, they're begging to look the boss's eyes." Fran stated look at the male who was continuing to cough nonstop, this time he didn't spit up any blood.
"I think you really screwed him up Squalo-sama." The mint haired teen declared glancing over the male. Squalo stood over him like a hawk. Waiting for his victims' next move.
"Tch! Well this is the fate he gets for messing with us!" Squalo roared. Looking at this kids condition, he decided to just leave him. He didn't make any effort of standing up. His tattered body was at its limit.
"Your just gonna leave him here Squalo-sama?" Fran questioned observing the silver haired male walking away from a distance.
"Yeah, what of it. Voi, I guess you can say I'm a good mood today. He's fucking luck that I didn't just kill him on the spot."
"He's coughing pretty badly, oh and what about his eyes?" Fran questioned once more jolting up and sauntering over to Squalo who was now feet away.
"Shit! How am I supposed to know! The hell with him lets just go before the fucking boss begins to bitch."
"Roger."
"Finally! What a pain huh guys? I though we wouldn't make it out of there alive!" Yamamoto yawned stretching his limbs.
"Shut it! You weren't making it any better!" Gokudera retorted at the raven-haired teen.
Tsuna sighed. 'You were the one pushing people out of the way...'
"Huh? What did I do?" Yamamoto asked looking at Gokudera dumbfounded.
"Just your presences messes everything up!"
"Aw, what a complement!"
"NO! It's not a complement you idiot!"
Gokudera and Yamamoto continued to argue back and forth, not paying any attention to their surroundings. The young caramel-eyed teen rolled his eyes and decided to let them be. He paced a bit faster than his comrades did. Tsuna starred down at his own shadow, mimicking his movements. He was still curious about this whole ruckus. What exactly was happening? Biting his lower lip, he wondered for the safety of the school.
'I hope everyone's ok...'
A few feet away from the school's dorm building, something caught Tsuna's eye. He glimpsed over the opposite direction of the building from the dorms and noticed a dark figure in the distance. The figure looked like it was steadying itself onto the earth. Tsuna still couldn't make out what exactly the figure was. A horrid screech was heard from the shadowy figure. The figure began to jerk in strange and unpleasant movements.
"HIIE!" Tsuna shrieked jumping a step back.
Gokudera and Yamamoto heard their friend in distress. They hurried over to Tsunas aid.
"Juudaime!"
"HIIEE! D-did you guys hear that!" the chestnut haired teen asked staring directly at the figure, which was getting closer with each step it took. The figure was becoming more visible. It's outline resembled a person. It was! It was a boy. His messy auburn bangs hid his face, so it was complicated to make out his appearance.
"What is from him?"
"Oi! Are you alright?"
Noticing their presence, he moved toward them in a limping fashion not responding. His uniform was covered in a red liquidly substance of some sort...
"Shit! Look at his clothes!" Gokudera pointed.
"I-is that blood?" Tsuna questioned, shivering at the though.
The strange auburn teen continued to walk towards them.
'What's up with him?'
"Hey! Do you need help?" Tsuna asked him in an urgent manner. He took a few steps to the blood-soaked teen. "The nurses' office isn't..."
With no warning, in an instant, Tsuna was tackled down onto the hard concrete pavement. No time to react... The auburn haired teen held Tsuna's wrists down. He pressured all of his weight making sure that there was no possible way for him to escape. A wretched stench of blood enters his nostrils intoxicating him to a degree. Tsuna's pupils narrowed once he gazed upward at the teen's facial expression. Tsunas eyes were locked on his. His eyes were widened to the fullest, covered in a bright tint of dark crimson. He viciously licked his lips, moistening them completely. Tsuna couldn't make any movement. He was completely frozen in fear. The auburn haired teen gave a sinister grin; Tsuna noticed a pair of sharp fangs. His eyes grew in despair.
"Juudaime!"
"Tsuna!"
A loud cry was heard. This cry was the sign of the beginning... or mostly likely the end...
[DISCLAMER]:
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! & its characters belong to Akira Amano. I now command you to go and worship her. WORSHIP HER!
[WARNING]:
This is yaoi. Don't like don't read.
All pairing imaginable will be included... If you would like to suggest one tell me... no EXTREME crack pairings please. Canons will be fine. Oh and about Tsuna's lock combination... Hehe... included. Look forward to that. :D
[A/N]:
Not my cup of tea...
Honestly, I have no idea what made me want to write such a story... I watch too many 'zombie-related' movies [Resident Evil FTW!]... And re-occurring dreams...I thought it might be interesting soo yup! It mostly revolves around Tsuna though.
Second KHR fanfic! ^.^
Yes, More than a Tragedy is still under construction... I'm a bit stuck. Still drawing those scenes and whatnot... I really want to re-edit a bit, but I don't know.
This story just hit me. I had to write it. Hopefully you all get the plot :P I was a bit more descriptive than I usually am... I try...
R&R is all I ask. Tell me what I can improve on, any mistakes, whatever. Eh, bit moody this week... maybe because first semester didn't go so honk dory as I thought it would... Writing and drawing always calms my nerves... Well thanks guys and see ya'll later~
[Random Author Extra]:
The usual front formant I type in is Bradley Hand ITC. Lol... Idk. Just though I'd tell you... Do ya'll have a special front you type with ? XD
Also... listening to music, sleeping and... bathing help me brainstorm ideas. Eh, can't seem to save a couple symbols ... Ok I'm out for real!
Tata !