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AN: This isn't really a crossover, so don't expect characters from KHR to appear (or they would only be mentioned as part of history). It has KHR's certain elements into the story and won't follow KHR story (since Reborn doesn't exist here for obvious reasons) but PoT story with the added twist. Maybe it would differ from PoT canon, though I have to at least maintain the tournaments-not just the matches or opponents.

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Chapter I

"Saa, that freshman is good." Fuji commented after they watched the freshman slaughter Arai in the courts. It wouldn't have been really that impressive if not for the obvious handicap as the unknown boy used one of the club's old racket–which was mostly falling apart.

Eiji was bouncing next to him–they had just finished their laps–and was vibrating with excitement at the obvious prospect of their kouhai in the club.

"Nya, you think he'll make it as a regular?" The redhead questioned with curiosity.

"He has potential," Oishi commented thoughtfully from the other side of the redhead. "And I think he's the one Ryuuzaki-sensei's talking about."

Momo, who was lying on a bench behind them, sat up at the mention of their coach. He still remembered watching as Echizen continued to hit the can from yesterday with pinpoint accuracy, making it seem almost easy. For the regulars, it was–but from a non-regular and a freshman at that, it was really impressive.

"Not to mention, he can do the Twist Serve!" He added excitedly, having experienced it firsthand.

"Hoi, hoi, I heard about that game you initiated!" Eiji stated as he skipped to the second year, making Momo look sheepish.

As expected, that got the attention of Oishi.

"With that leg?" The motherly member of their team asked incredulously. "Momo, you could have injured it again–"

"It was only one game, senpai." Momo sweatdropped as the vice-captain loomed over him.

"Hmn, where's Inui?" Fuji suddenly wondered out loud.

The others stilled as that got their attention instantly–their memories straying to the data boy's deadly concoctions. Momo suppressed a shudder as he remembered the last juice Inui had forced them to drink–a green bubbling liquid that made his stomach churn at the mere recollection. Yet, of course, only Fuji would wonder about him as the tensai wasn't really that bothered about consuming the juices.

"He's with Tezuka, planning the Ranking Tournament this Friday." Oishi chuckled nervously as Fuji's smile widened.

"That's very great, nya! Maybe we can see Ochibi play." Eiji's eyes gleamed in excitement, bouncing in place again at the prospect of seeing the freshman play.

The four agreed on that one, anticipation for the new boy.

"Who are you calling Ochibi?"

An ominous sounding voice questioned, as if the owner intentionally lowered it in warning. Oishi and Eiji jumped, shocked, as their eyes widened. Momo was so surprised at the sudden intrusion that he fell off the bench. Fuji momentarily opened his eyes, startled for a moment, before closing them again serenely. They all whirled around and found the subject of their current discussion standing behind them.

Momo was stunned–the first year had snuck up on them without any of them noticing.

The boy just lowered the rim of his white cap, encasing the upper part of his face in shadows. Though, his eyes seemed to be glowing in the small confine of darkness–a vibrant and intense gold that had most of them uncomfortable.

"A-Ah!" Eiji finally reacted, laughing nervously. "No one! Ochibi's no one!" He insisted while Oishi and Momo sighed at the lame attempts of covering it up–as Fuji watched in amusement.

"Good." The boy nodded, satisfied.

Before any of them could utter a word, the freshman had stridden towards Momo who had already stood up. For a moment, the boy just stared up at the tall second year with an assessing gaze, gold eyes deep and penetrating. Momo found himself just staring back, sweating profusely. The boy hadn't given this kind of vibe when they first met–gauging his worth and almost dissecting him with his gaze.

Then the boy brought out a slip of paper from his pocket, handing it to Momo.

"Echizen Ryoma," The freshman introduced again, a cocky smirk suddenly blossoming on his face.

Momo blinked before taking the paper and reading it.

And promptly blanched as he stared at the golden eyes that flashed with amusement, and the smirk merely widened knowingly. The other regulars stared in curiosity at what the freshman had wanted and the reaction it brought out in Momo.

"Your new tutor."

O.o.O

"So, this is your room." Echizen commented dully, as if for the lack of things to say.

Momo tried his best to ignore the short boy who barely came up to his shoulder. He was frustrated and somewhat humiliated. Apparently, he had been too focused on tennis at the end of the term last year–according to his teachers–and his grades had lowered significantly. Oishi-senpai had been worried as soon as Echizen made his announcement while Eiji-senpai and Fuji-senpai had been relentless in their teasing. It was a good thing that he had managed to avoid Mamushi, he didn't think that he could handle his rival's mockery.

Echizen had apparently volunteered, showed that he could handle second year material, and was now his tutor until he could salvage his grades.

A first year tutoring an upperclassman, the humiliation and shame that he felt at that thought was overwhelming. Worse, Echizen acted so smug and superior as he demanded to go to Momo's house to start their first session. He had almost gotten away for it with his parents until they asked who his supposed new friend was. And the damn brat had casually answered that he was 'Momo-senpai's new tutor'. The disappointment made him guilty but he was just grateful that they didn't ban him from tennis. His brother and sister, thankfully, didn't comment about it but just sent curious glances towards Echizen's direction.

He carelessly tossed his tennis bag to the side and plopped down on his bed.

"Bring out your homework," Echizen stated as he stared down at Momo with calculating golden eyes, arms crossed over his chest.

"I don't want to." He gritted out before covering his face with a pillow, wishing with every fibre of his being for Echizen to walk away and never come back–that this was all just a dream.

The boy tried to pull the pillow away from him but Momo wouldn't budge, didn't want to. Momo thought he heard a sigh but ignored it. He then heard a loud ominous click that echoed throughout his room. His ears twitched at the eerie silence that suddenly descended, as if all the noise were sucked out. An abrupt weight in his bed made him remove the pillow from his face, only to stiffen with shock.

Echizen's left foot had stepped on the mattress, the elbow of his left arm resting on his left knee while his left hand supported his chin. He was also peering down at Momo darkly despite his indifferent expression. But what really made him freeze was the thing Echizen held in his right hand. Pointed exactly at his nose almost lazily was the muzzle of a black pistol gun. He would have thought of it as nothing but a toy until he smelt the familiar scent of gunpowder–he remembered from the firecrackers they had used last New Year–from the item.

"W-What the hell–" He stammered anxiously, eyes round and wide in horror.

"Get up," Echizen ordered blankly, his voice leaving no room for arguments as he pulled the gun away and stood to the side, his eyes studying him.

Momo shakily stood up and eyed the weapon warily–Echizen suddenly seemed foreboding with his cold eyes and aloof expression. He found himself preferring the cocky brat awhile ago even if it grated on his nerves.

"Bring out your homework," The boy ordered again, gesturing to Momo's schoolbag.

He didn't need to be told twice this time as he brought out his Math and English homework. Momo knew that he'd do great with Math but wasn't so sure with English, it wasn't his worst but definitely not his best either. He approached his desk with trepidation, sweating as he sat on the chair and felt the hard stare directed at his back.

Then Echizen sat on his bed and crossed his arms.

"You are stupid, easily trusting, loud, mostly lacked common sense in things that isn't tennis, a glutton, and an annoying brat." Echizen listed off suddenly that had Momo whirling around in his seat to glare at him, face red with anger and indignation. "Shut up, Momojiri." Despite the insulting name, Momo didn't know if he quieted due to the freshman boredly swinging the gun through the trigger guard or the icy tone that promised pain.

"What are you saying?" He cautiously asked, barely keeping the tremors from his voice.

"Che," The boy scoffed. "And to think they're making you the next boss, what a bunch of crap. Worse, I have to make you into a respectable boss. How pathetic." He spoke the last part in English, eyes glowing with irritation.

Momo didn't need to be fluent in English to know it was an insult.

"Oi! Who the hell do you think you are!" He demanded furiously, forgetting why he had been terrified into silence in the first place.

"See what I mean?" Echizen raised an eyebrow mockingly. "I already gave away some of my motives and you ignore it in favor of the insults. How stupider can you get?"

The second year fumed but paused as he recalled Echizen's words.

"Boss? For what?" Momo questioned in confusion.

Echizen paused in swinging his gun, his movement ceasing as he slowly stared at Momo with those unnerving eyes. Then the boy lowered the rim of his white cap again, shadowing the upper part of his face. But just as the gold eyes glowed like awhile ago, Momo could've sworn that Echizen's eyes were burning or alight in some fire. Not the metaphorical one but with real orange flames that made Echizen's presence feel like…shrouding the room.

Then the boy smirked.

"Congratulations, Vongola Dodicesimo."

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*Dodicesimo - Twelfth.