Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used in this story

Hi everyone, this is my first time writing for this fandom. To tell you the truth, I had much trouble choosing which pairing to write. I like all pairings with Tsuna-uke. It may seem confusing at first since the prologue is written in first person and the rest in third. That's because, as I finished the prologue, I realized I wasn't used to writing first person. Please enjoy.

Small Weak Animals

-Prologue-

Students clad in navy and white cleared the way as I moved briskly down the school hallway. They cowered close to the white walls as if standing any closer to it would blend them into the surroundings.

"Hmph!" I narrowed my eyes as I gazed at their averted ones. 'That's the difference between the top and bottom of the food chain,' I thought to myself. My perfects marched obediently after me. I stopped in front of a double door.

"Go in and make sure they know their position," I commanded.

"Yes sir!" they responded without skipping a beat and piled into the room to terrorize the debate club. I smirked with satisfaction upon hearing the screams emitted from inside. That's what they get for speaking bad against the perfects.

Having nothing to do, I leaned out the window to survey the setting. There was much going on out in the yard because it was gym class time. I spot a group of boys engaged in soccer and the girls doing the same on the other end of the field. They were all amateurs, uninteresting and not worth my time.

"Freedom of Spe…Urk!" I heard from the club room. I realized it might take my perfects longer to completely tame them so I gave the school yard another scan. A certain bushy haired boy caught my eye. Having had several run-ins with him I had at least done my homework of knowing his name.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi," I softly roll the words off my tongue. I examined him from the distance. He was standing off to the far left of the field. In fact he was the only one standing as his classmates scrambled about the field. His stance was hardly perfect for the sport as his knees knocked underneath him. He had his hands held shakily before his chest.

What is he thinking? That soccer is some type of overly dangerous sport? The corners of my mouth turned up. I continued to observe this small helpless person. His eyes darted left and right for the ball like a squirrel watching out for cars. His lips were pressed together and trembling like a shaking baby rabbit. The more I examined him, the more he reminded me of a small weak animal.

Suddenly a flash of white flew by Sawada's face. He fell to the ground as his knees gave way. The one with the white hair ran over to him calling him again by that strange name. The taller one also went over. Those two, merely part of the lower food chain, were not worth my attention. I looked again at Sawada but somehow couldn't say the same for him.

I turned away from the window shrugging off the internal dispute. 'If something catches my interest then I'll pursue it,' I concluded to myself. I took out my tonfas and headed into the debate room. My perfects were taking far too long.

-end prologue-