A/N: Hello everyone, I now present you my new story. As said in the summary, this story takes place TYL, but in an Alternative Universe where Tsuna never met Reborn and several other characters. There will be some important differences, but of course not everything will be changed (I try to make the changes as logical as possible). Also this story will have several chapters but how many is not decided yet, as well as potential pairings. As I began writing this story I tried to make it a serious one but as you will see there will be also humour in it (this is a KHR-fic after all).

Anyway, reviews and the like are very much appreciated :)

Tomorrow, In A Year

Chapter One: That's That

28 hours without sleep. Just a normal regular day for him (or better days). There had been even worse periods without sleep in his life. Anyway, it was just a phase, soon to be replaced by sleeping extensively.

He wouldn't get to sleep anywhere soon now. He was going to Japan which was just as pointless as sleeping. He himself had no business to do there but his boss had told him that it was very important that he would accompany him during that trip.

Finally, so he thought, the door opened.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Of course I am. And, by the way... don't you think that the names on our fake IDs are a bit... stupid?"

"Sure they are. Just for that reason I've chosen them. Anyway, try to cheer up a bit. Maybe the jet lag will change our weird sleep pattern for good."

In the end, it was just another day for Lambo Bovino.

On the other side of the world, Gokudera Hayato had already spent several months in Japan.

After running away from his wealthy home, he had spent his life on the streets, always trying to find jobs to make sure that he could continue living (even if that meant that he had to endure several days without food and a home).

At least that was what he told those who asked in Japan, his so-called new home.

He now knew he should have never trusted his sister in that matter.

She had assured him that going to Japan would only be for the best for him. Getting back to his roots and all that crap. She even went with him. Even though he made enough death threats to scare the shit out of most people. But unfortunately to him, his sister was not like most people. She was truly insane (another thing he told people who were stupid enough to ask him about that).

To him, nothing changed in Japan. He was still being discriminated against, yet a lot more subtle than back in Italy.

At least he had no trouble in learning Japanese. Must have been something to do with his "self-proclaimed" genius, as his sister always liked to inform him.

But one thing bugged him (besides his sister, mind you) was the fact that he was stuck in this little provincial town called Namimori. At least Tokyo was near enough, but still.

Damn his infernal sister for still treating him like a little child.

Sawada Tsunayoshi led a perfectly normal life in his hometown Namimori. He never became the robot he dreamed of becoming as a little child (that memory ranked relatively high in his list of painful thing he had to live through), but in most things, he succeeded in stop being the Dame-Tsuna he was called by virtually anyone, even by elderly people and children who went to kindergarten.

He had a normal profession (as he had always wanted), a normal home (something he always had) and well, nothing more really.

He still lived with his mom and luckily without that good-for-nothing, drunkard, childish father that was never there. Okay, he did pay all the bills... but still his father was his berserk button. He really had daddy issues. Yes, Sawada Tsunayoshi had daddy issues. Even without a dad he could live a normal, average life.

He was no Casanova either. But that was also perfectly normal, as he always said to himself. Especially when he got rejected (but that's another story).

At least he was friends with a really nice girl, Sasagawa Kyoko. But yeah, just being a friend kinda sucked. Big time.

Friday afternoon, 2 pm. Time to get some of best chocolate cakes in all of Namimori.

A young girl with long blonde hair with a touch of orange and beside her another young girl with short brown hair queued in line to get of one the objects of their desire.

As they finally got hold of the treasured pieces of bakery mastery, both sat at the same table and started to exchange their opinions about the quality of the cake. Sorry, no stupid bubbly girls talk.

The two young girls (or should we say young women) had even their first meeting in this café. Coincidentally both Sasagawa Kyoko and Miura Haru had to habit to have one special day each month to indulge in their love for cakes. This fact was enough for them to become best friends and as the time went by they realized that had more things in common.

Heck, they even went to the same university together.

Outside the shop the two were soon to be interrupted by Kyoko's older brother Ryohei who did his daily jogging routine (that could easily last for several hours) while shouting in regular intervals "EXTREME!"

With such a brother, Kyoko could even stay relaxed if the world would come to end (according to Haru).

Opposite the café was a ramen shop. Everything perfectly normal with that.

Well, except for the fact that the owner was secretly a superb Chinese martial artist named Fon. Of course no one knew that. And nobody knew what he had done before that in his life. The reason that situation caught no attention? False papers were ridiculously easy to forge.

Fon led the ramen shop together with his "daughter" I-Pin. Basically the work was shared this way: Fon cooked the meals and I-Pin had to deal with the customers. Luckily most of them were nice, except some guy called Kawahira who would almost always complain.

"Again an order from our... very special customer."

"Oh no, not again. But I guess it can't be helped."

"That's the spirit."

As she stepped out on the streets to deliver the ramen, I-Pin mentally prepared herself for another of Uncle Kawahira's ramblings about soggy noodles and whatnot.

On the other side on the street, Yamamoto Takeshi was on his way to his family's sushi restaurant.

He always wanted to be good son for his father, especially after that incident that nearly cost his life and ruined his potential career as a baseball player. Instead of achieving his childhood dream, he now worked as a baseball coach. At least it was better than nothing. But Yamamoto ignored negative thoughts, peculiarly about that part of his life, on a regular basis.

"Yo."

"Takeshi, you do know that you don't have to do this."

"Don't worry, I like doing this. I mean, it's what every good son would do, isn't it?"

Hibari Kyoya was, as usual, on his patrol across Namimori.

Everywhere he went, the people fell silent and stopped immediately no matter what they were doing (given the fact they they dared to show up when he was around).

The people in Namimori even had profit, from Hibari's antics (believe it or not). For example the crime rate in Namimori was exceptionally low. Okay, if one does not include the necessities that the unoffical ruler of this little town had to commit for the sake of the enforcement of the rules. The school rules of Namimori Middle School, to be exact.

Unfortunately, no disobedience against the rules could be detected that day. What a drag.

Damn those herbivores.

In her little apartment, a young woman named Nagi, tried to study for an exam at university.

Ultimately, she failed to do that.

Damn (even a timid person like her was capable of swearing) those new neighbors.

To be specific, her brand new neighbors. They were very mysterious. All she knew about them was that they suddenly moved into the apartment next to her where previously an old woman lived. All of this happened very fast, maybe too fast, she sometimes thought. Also very strange was that, despite the fact that all apartments in the block were very small, three people, all of them male, were living next to her. She hadn't even seen any of them in person, all see knew about them she got because she could her them discussing all night (the walls were very thin).

Maybe she should get already to sleep. At any rate this was better than wasting her precious time over people she didn't know.

She only hoped she wouldn't get any nightmares, which she lately seemed to have very often.

Tomorrow would be another day, for sure.