Of Presidents & Hitmen

It was another fine day in Namimori Town, and all of its resident seemed to be getting their days of to fine starts. For some, it began with taking a shower, or eating breakfast, or completing an insane morning workout. However, as the morning drew on, student began making their way to school. Inside the school, children were just milling around and talking to each other, waiting for class to start. This includes my dear reader,_.
It had been several weeks since you had your big adventure with the school's baseball prodigy, and now your friend, Yamamoto Takeshi. You remember that day so clearly. You were just supposed to be getting ice cream Yama-Kun a way for him to apologize for giving you a concussion, but he was attacked by thugs and you were dragged into it. But during that fight, you found out that you had developed a type of super-sight, and now you can see and make out things most people can't. After fighting with the goons, you had wanted to make sure he was okay, being your underclassmen and all, but he simply told you to go home. You had gotten sick from being in the sewers that night, so you didn't see him for a while after that. But now you're back in school, and you and your friend Yama-kun even hang out sometimes! Although, the president of your Creative Writing Club, who was also your best friend, didn't like him in the least bit. and she definitely didn't like you guys hanging out together. She constantly blamed him for everything that happened to you, saying that a real friend wouldn't have let you get hurt like that. She's always sure to let Yamamoto know what she thinks of him (,but the kid just seems so damned oblivious).

You were in school and homeroom was about to begin. Your club president was talking to you about the next club meeting. "So I was thinking that we could do this new activity I read about," she explained examining her nails. "Its supposed to really get your creative juices..." She stopped when she glanced at you and you were smiling uncontrollably; and she was all too familiar with that smile on your face. "Yamamoto's coming, isn't he," she asked with a sigh, already knowing the answer. You nodded, feeling bad that they didn't get along. Prez peeked out the door, but didn't see him. "Where?" she asked turning her head in both directions. "Around the corner," you replied. Prez was still a little confused, but sure enough Yamamoto rounded the corner a few seconds later. She looked at you and frowned. You could tell she was still a little shocked at the super seeing ability that you had developed. She wanted you to go to a doctor, but you refused, saying that you didn't want to back to any kind of hospital for a while. You stepped out of the classroom door and stood in the doorway just as Yamamoto was walking by. He looked at you and smiled a big goofy grin. "Haha! _(y/n)_! What are you doing here?" he laughed, rubbing the back of his head. The Prez stood beside you and leaned on the door frame, commenting sarcastically, "We totally don't go to this school or anything." You shot her a quick glare and said to Yamamoto, "Well Yama-kun, this is my class. I think the question is what are you doing on the third-years' floor?" His face paled a bit, but he laughed and replied, "oh, I'm just meeting a friend." "Hm, okay", you said. "You'd better hurry or else you'll be late; and you know what the penalty for that is." You felt grim thinking of the deadly force of your schools Disciplinary Committee. You both smirked and he walked away. When he was gone, the President began teasing you. "Ooh! My name is _(y/n)_, and I'm a huuuuge pedophile for Yamamoto Takeshi!" You felt your face heat up when she began making kissy faces at you. "Preeezzz!" you whined lightly slapping her arm. "Don't say that! Its not true!" She cackled as the bell rang.

AFTTER school. . .
The rest of the school day dragged on and finally came to an end. You and the Prez made your ways over to the club room together. This weeks meeting was super fun, and you had a blast writing and sharing your stories with the other members.
After the meeting, you invited the Prez to go get ice cream with you. At the ice cream stand, the one Yamamoto had shown you, the two of you enjoyed your ice cream. You looked down at Prez who had a serious look on her face. "You alright?" you asked taking a lick of your cone. "Its just," she began, "I can't believe that jockey idiot found such a cute place." You smiled and laughed. The two of you sat on the park bench, eating you ice cream and chit chatting. "Oh, what are you going to do for the break," the Prez asked you, wiping the ice cream off her mouth. You looked up trying to remember. "Hmm, nothing I guess. Why, wanna hang out?" "Actually, since its such a long vacay, I was going to go visit some family overseas." she said. "Oh," you said looking dejected. "I was actually wondering if you could come with me." You looked at her shocked. "Are you for real?" you asked when your body finally allowed you to talk again. "Wait, I don't know where you're even planning on going! What about your parents? What did they say?" You were talking a mile a minute, so overwhelmed by the once in a lifetime offer. Then reality hit, "oh wait, I can't afford an overseas plane ticket." "Oh thats ok! The other side of the family has a private jet that they're sending." Your mouth hung open. "Prez, I didn't know your family was rich!" She laughed cutely, "Haha! They're not. Just the ones over there." You squealed in excitement. "Yeah, plus, my parents aren't coming. It was just going to be me, so I asked if I could bring you along." Happy tears streamed down your cheeks and you took her tiny hands into yours. "You did that for me? You're truly my best friend!" Prez chuckled at your melodramaticness, and said "you're welcome." Finally it came time for the two of you to begin to head home. As she parted left and you parted right, you ginned so much your cheeks hurt the entire way home.

MEANWHILE Tsuna's. . .
Tsuna Sawada was a hapless youth with no talent and wasn't the brightest kid in class. So much so he was nicknamed Dame-, or No-Good-Tsuna. One day he found out that he was the next in line to become the boss of an amazing Italian crime family. He enlisted the help of some friends to help him in his adventures to become the best boss ever. His team was composed of a five-year-old, a transgender magician, a thug, an jock, a fanboy, and an airhead. At this point in time they were all gathered in Tsuna's bedroom awaiting instructions from Tsuna's home-tutor (who was also a five-year-old). "Tsuna," his tutor began in his normal nasally voice, "As you know, this upcoming battle with the Falsetto famiglia won't be an easy one. In fact, if you hadn't any training before this, I don't doubt you would fail and die in this fight. All of you actually." The tutor scanned the faces of all the kids in the room, most had expressions of shock, and some just didn't care. "W-What are you trying to say, Reborn?" asked Tsuna worriedly. "Well, I've asked for some help to train you guys for this battle," explained the Spartan tutor. "Who," the group asked. "Who else? The Varia." Cries of protest filled the room. "We can't have the Varia train us again, we'll die!" Tsuna complained.
"You'll die either way if you don't get training." The room fell silent. Finally, Tsuna sighed in defeat. "When do we leave?"

A FEW days later with you. . .
Ever since Prez invited you to Italy on vacation for summer break, you could hardly contain yourself. The week seemed to drag on forever. Finally the last day of school came, and you practically ran home to prepare for your epic adventure.

The next day, you were up at the crack of dawn, but you didn't feel like waiting a long time so you went back to sleep. You got up later and started to get ready to go. Y ou waited around, waiting for Prez to come pick you up like she told you she would. You got a text from her saying that she was leaving her house. Her dad was taking you guys to the airport. She would be there shortly since the two of you didn't live very far from each other. F inally, there was a knock to the front door, you rushed downstairs and flung the door open. The smile fell from your face as you looked at your mailman, Pat. "Oh, its just you. What do you want?" He was a little taken back at your rudeness since you were normally very nice to him. He gave you a package to sign for and and you did and closed the door in his face. "There's a package here," you shouted to your mom who was making you something to eat in the kitchen. "Ok," she called back. Then, there was another knock to the front door. You figured Postman Pat had just forgotten something, and that was him again. You walked back to the door, thinking about when Prez would arrive. You opened the door to see Prez standing there. You squealed and gave her a hug. "Um..." she began, slightly hugging you back. "Is everything all right, I just saw you mailman crying and-" "Oh, he's not important," you interrupted. "Ok," she agreed dismissing him. "So, you ready to go?" You nodded your head rapidly, refusing to tell her that you had packed your bags the day she invited you along. "All right, well lets go," she cheered. You picked your bags up from beside the front door, and took them out to the car. Her dad helped you get situated and within minutes you guys were off. The ride to the airport went by so quickly, and before you knew it, you both were on the huge private jet bound for Italy. You wondered why they made you sit in the lower class seats even though you were the only ones on the plane, but 'whatever,' you thought. The plane took off and you were in the air. You were so excited to be going on your first trip across the seas with your best friend. You didn't know how any of this could get any better.

BACK to 80. . .
Yamamoto Takeshi woke up with a strange feeling in his head. He stretched and looked around, trying to situate himself with his surroundings. It looked like he was in an airplane cabin, and a fancy one at that. He looked at the faces of his friends and finally remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Yamamoto remembered going over to Tsuna's house after school the other day. Gokudera, and Lambo, and some other people were there. There was lots of arguing and people saying things like 'Why should I help?' and 'Kufufufu'. Confused as he was, he remembered that there was a huge battle coming up soon, and he and his friends needed some training. Reborn had arranged for them to be training with the Varia. Everyone had been so against it, but Yamamoto didn't really mind. In fact, he was kind of glad that he would get to see his old instructor Squalo again.

On the plane, you and Prez talked about anything and everything . So when you finally ran out of topics to talk about, you read, played video games, and slept. It didn't matter since you would be on the plane for nearly two days. Once you got off the plane, the two of you walked around the terminal, unsure of what to do, when you saw a man holding a sign with he Prez's name on it. He took the two of you out to his shiny black limousine and took you away.

Little did you know, a certain prodigy and his friends stepped off the same plane. -

So, do you think you're ready for the adventure that lies ahead?

OMG! Sorry the sequel took so long. When I planned this out, I originally wanted to make it a one-shot, but alas, it was not to be so. So, I'll be uploaduing this as a charptered story. I tried to make it so thet you didn't have to read the first story to understand this one. But in my opininon, the first one is 1000x better.

This is for Yami Kuroshin, since they were the only one to review my last story.

I'll be uploading soon. Sorry if this first chapter doesn't make any sense, but it'll get better as time goes along!

Thanks for reading.