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Chapter 1

I'd kill to be you

Sawada Tsunayoshi was your dime a dozen kid that was pretty much bullied for messing other people's style by pretty much existing. So he was given a charming nickname, 'Dame-Tsuna'

(You can practically taste the love of that!)

He was pretty clumsy, and as a result, played the harbinger of doom to the activities of many people. He had the self-awareness to realize that, especially when said people had to point it out loudly- every single day, every moment in his life.

But he did not know how he managed to get into his current predicament.

He looked at the person who slumped in front of him and briefly wondered if he was dreaming of a reality where he had strangely become popular. Because the unconscious man in front of him clearly was cosplaying him. The other looked so strangely alike to him. He had brown colored hair that similarly defied gravity with the same skin color. The only thing that was different was that the other was in his pajamas...

Wait, why was he in someone else's bedroom?

He looked around to see a reasonably posh bedroom in what he assumed was an upper-class residence or a mansion of some sorts. The night was still young so he could panic in peace.

But then he couldn't believe that he was in someone's bedroom in the first place. He was pretty much a loner, not by his own volition, and had never been invited into someone's house never mind getting into someone's bed. It made his cheeks flare at the thought that, that special moment was with a guy who, adding to insult, chose to go to sleepy land with sheep and such instead of being here.

He thought that the real world was much more interesting at the moment since the guy was with a random stranger who was freaking out and running around the very expensive suite.

Speaking of the guy, he hadn't moved an inch from when he'd been moving the room's stuff around, hoping for a clue that would indicate why he was there in the first place. There weren't any of his belongings here so he hadn't been invited.

But he wouldn't have been kidnapped, because what were the chances that he'd be stuck in a room he's sure he'd never be able to afford in his lifetime and that he was utterly unrestrained and free to do whatever.

Surely he wasn't so incompetent that there was no need to do so?

He moved to the figure, albeit reluctantly, since communication got him nowhere in his life or his recipient's life. But he was so utterly confused, and a familiar reaction might help him get a little comfy in his situation. He tapped the guy's shoulder, only to get no response. Then he proceeded to nudge and whisper to him.

'This guy sure is a heavy sleeper.'

He shoved the guy, apologizing in his mind. He shut his eyes, bracing for the shouts and anger at being treated that way. But all he heard was a silent thud.

His eyes opened up in mild shock, and he dumbly shook the person. It was a situation he had never experienced before. He took his trembling fingers to the guy's throat to check for a pulse as his mind stayed in denial.

'Am I doing this wrong or is there really no pulse?!'

But he couldn't panic now and scream. He was in a bad situation. He was possibly in someone's room in their house and that someone was as dead as a doorknob. He'd get f*cking shot at or mauled if the people in the house misunderstood the situation since families and friends apparently worked that way.

He knew what he had to do. He needed information.

He turned the body and was shocked at the guy who did not in fact, just look kind of like him. It was as if he had been looking at his mirror image. His morbid curiosity made him open his eyes by force, to see the same eye color.

'Who's this guy? I've heard stories about doppelgangers, but this is just ridiculous. Wasn't it the other way around? Why's he dead? He's the copy!'

As a temporary measure, he thought he could take advantage of the fact that they looked alike. He stripped the guy off his clothes, feeling creeped out by the coldness of his skin and made him wear his clothes instead. Fumbling with the pajamas he looked around for a clock. His attention got caught by a calendar that read that it was 7 years later than he what he thought it was.

'This guy must have gotten the wrong calendar or something. He probably didn't even read it properly. So this guy's also kinda clumsy...

Maybe... he doesn't look similar to me, maybe he's just as simple as me...'

It was worth a shot. So he looked under his bed and blushed at the magazines.

'Dude, I thought you could be a bit simple. But this breaks the bar of cliché . There must be a better place to hide these... seriously.'

His face flamed, but he was naught but a simple middle schooler. Those magazines were justice! So he could give a peek, just a little one. He was a growing, healthy middle schooler after all.

He crawled underneath the bed and opened the magazines, to see words upon words.

'The guys from school always looked so excited when they peeked into these kind of books... I thought I could finally see what's in these that are so great. The covers are so misleading.

Is this just some random light novel?'

"Tch. That's so boring-

Wait... Is this a diary?"

He looked above in the direction of the corpse, only to see wood. This guy was an eccentric. Who writes in diaries with such a stimulating cover?

The diary didn't go on an on about the person's life, so it didn't hint much about the person's personality from the writing style. But it was full of plans for birthdays, picnics and such.

'This guy must have a lot of friends... His schedule is more booked than mine'll ever be.

What kind of name is reborn?! Wait, a baseball tournament with Takeshi?

Do Takeshis love baseball in general? There's even a Ryohei here... give a vacation to spend with Kyoko? This guy must be close friends with Namimori's popular...'

"Wtf?! Since when did Hibari Kyoya have friends?!"

'Think properly Sawada Tsunayoshi. There can be another Kyoya. Just because he seems to know popular people from Namimori, doesn't mean he knows all the well known ones-'

"...notify C.. EDEF that Iemitsu will take a vacation with kaa-san..."

'Iemitsu's my dad's name right?...

What's going on? It can't be right...?'

He got out of the bed and looked at his companion contemplatively, but ultimately decided to postpone any conclusions until he could get out of there.

It wasn't the first time getting out of a house through a window, so maybe... He looked out of the window to see that it looked like it was five floors high.

'Nope. Nope. Nope. I'm not risking it'

If there was a mansion with a scenery like that in Namimori, he was sure he would have at least heard of it by now... So even if he, by some miracle survived the fall down a mansion- he'd be chased or he'll be running to some unknown place he'd have problems navigating through.

'Was there a rich, powerful guy in Namimori that made friends with the popular kids who no one talked about that coincidentally looked like me?

Man, if that was the case, I've hit a new low...'

He moped around a bit, shuffling the books in the bookcase that had the most ridiculous of contents.

"How to make a DIY UFO crop circle?"

"How strong can a baby get?"

"Hair whisperer: How to tame your out of control hair."

To be fair, he spent ten minutes on the last one.

Tsuna looked at the mahogany door, wondering if he could explore other areas. He was surprised to see that the door wasn't locked. He pulled the man off the bed and shoved him under the bed.

'I never thought I'd be acting the role of those villains in the movie... but yeah...

I've always been Dame-Tsuna. What's adding 'hiding a dead body' to the stuff I managed to do gonna change anything...'

The door lead to an office room and the desk near the windows confirmed his implausible suspicion.

There was a nameplate on the desk with his name on it. The table was sleek and there were guest sofas and bean bags around a glass table with glass blown designs with shining gems embedded in it.

There were fancy lava lamps near the desk and the wall paper looked elegant.

It looked like the boss' office. And in this twisted reality, he was the boss in an establishment.

He went up to the desk and opened the drawers to see manila folders with files that were complex and involved organizations and board committees that were seen in televisions and some other companies he thought were probably big looking at the fancy logos and branches listed.

'Just what I need, he's the crème at the top, big cheese...

He's swiss cheese now and I'm the prime witness and no butler of his. Maybe that'll help... I wish...'
He looked around for any indication of what kind of company it was.

'Vongola constructions? Can that kind of company even get these kind of contacts? Isn't that my dad's company?

So he's my dad's boss?... My dad's boss?!'

He gave a fearful glance at the door.

'I've done it now!... Is dad going to get fired for this?!

What's with tonight?! How have things gone so wrong?!'

He ran to the bedroom searching for CCTV cameras. When he came to his senses, the room looked like a partial wreck, so he hurried and put them in to places that made some semblance of order.

'Well if there are no cameras in the bedroom, maybe there are some in the office...'

Strangely enough, there weren't any cameras in the office either.

'Why isn't there proper security in the office? There are no signs of cut wires or dust outlines from placed cameras... It's good for me, I guess...'

He looked at the exit door uncomfortably.

'But I can't leave now... Especially if this is the company my dad works at...

How many people can run out a mansion looking exactly like its owner and not get traced?...'

He sat at the guest bean cushion and shrunk into himself to hide his tenseness. His eyes drooped as he fell more tired and he looked towards the bedroom and mussed.

"At least one of us can rest in peace."