Personality Issues

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Chapter 1: Arrival

Sawada Tsunayoshi stared at the ceiling of his room and breathed out a sigh of great suffering.

How he managed to enter Katekyo Private University, he never figured out. The scholarship just arrived on his doorstep one morning, its pristine white envelope looking like a letter from the heavens. He and his mother had then proceeded to open it to find out that he had been accepted into the Katekyo University due to his unique conditions.

At the last phrase, his mother had assumed that they were taking him in out of pity and immediately starting packing his bags when she realized that it was a boarding school. His mother never did have a high opinion of him.

Of course, when he got to the school, deep in some unknown region of Namimori, he then learnt the full name of the school he was about to attend and promptly starting looking for the nearest payphone to call his mother to take him back home.

The sign at the side of the school gates showed "Katekyo Private University of the Mafia Arts". Well. They never mentioned those last few words in the letter.

Tsuna spent a good five minutes staring at the finely printed words on the sign before turning his back on the school and starting back down the narrow forest trail that led to the school.

The moment he set foot on the rough stone steps, the trees and bushes around him started rustling as a group of people dressed in suits and shades rushed out of the greenery towards him. A person who strongly resembled his father threw him over a shoulder and ran through the open gates of the school. A boy about his age picked up Tsuna's dropped backpack and followed after them alongside a lady slightly older than him.

Tsuna didn't even have time to protest as he felt something connect with his head solidly, knocking him out immediately.

A few hours later, he woke up in a room with his bag and a massive headache. He then proceeded to stare at the ceiling of his room and breathe out a sigh of great suffering. Which is where we last left off.

An arm lazily draped over the edge of his bed swung gently to and fro, his fingertips brushing against a canvas material. Slowly, he regained his senses and sat up, remembering the situation he was in now.

Apparently, there must have been a mistake with the letter they sent to him. Maybe they mistook him for another person, who was still waiting for his or her admission letter to this school. No matter what, there was no way he could have entered a school which proclaimed to be proficient in the Mafia Arts. He didn't even know there was such a thing as Mafia Arts.

But still, there was a nagging feeling inside of him that told him he was meant to be here.

The young man sighed once more and dragged his bag onto his lap, beginning to unpack its contents. At times like this, he wished he had a handphone. As a former unpopular loser, nicknamed "No Good" Tsuna, he didn't have many friends to talk to, so there was no need for a handphone.

Ah well, Tsuna resigned himself to his fate (for the moment) and continued unpacking.

Once his belongings were all spread out on his bed, he stretched and took a quick look around his dorm room. At the other end of the room there was another bed, which was neatly made. Several personal belongings were scattered all around it, including a broken alarm clock, a pair of metal objects (which looked dangerous) and a few packets of birdseed.

Tsuna shrugged to himself and started shoving his clothes into the drawers next to him. After the blow to his head, he didn't react much to much, but he knew the panic would kick in later. For now, he hoped to pack as much as he could.

At the age of eighteen, Tsuna had grown out of his childish and clumsy ways, leaving behind a slender young man in the last stage of his growth. He had been persuaded by his mother to leave his brown-orange hair in his childhood hairstyle with only a short ponytail extending out of it and ending exactly in between his shoulder blades. His eyes were a shade of amber as they surveyed his half-cleared bed critically.

The sound of a bell chimed across the school campus, making Tsuna jump and glance up at the clock. He matched the time with the schedule left on his bedside table and walked away from his bed, picking up a canvas sling bag from his bed and shoving everything on his bedside table, excluding the school provided alarm clock, into it.

According to the schedule, it was time for dinner.

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With the help of many helpful signs, a few not-so-helpful people and a pair of over-helpful girls the same age as him, he finally located the dining area he had expected to reach half an hour earlier.

While wandering around he school grounds, he realized that the school he had been accepted in was extremely posh looking, which meant rich. Just the dorms itself looked like a neighborhood, each dorm building having a small garden with a winding path leading out into a main road. The dorm building he had stepped out from belonged to the Vongola class, the class Haru and Kyoko told him he was in.

Haru and Kyoko were the pair of girls he had met after leaving his room. Upon seeing him, they had pounced and dragged him out of the building, explaining to him about Katekyo Private School of the Mafia Arts in machine gun quick bursts of speech.

Miura Haru was a hyper dark haired and eyed girl, decked out in bright accessories. She was extremely childish for a girl of eighteen but strangely normal for a student of a school of the "so-called" Mafia Arts. So was Kyoko, in fact.

Sasagawa Kyoko was the more serious of the two, her orange hair tied back in a sensible ponytail, her eyes almost the same shade of amber as Tsuna's. She treated Tsuna like a younger brother, expressing her worry for him from time to time. She was also a year older and taller than him.

"Look, Tsuna! We're almost there!" Haru yanked on Tsuna's arm so hard he thought she might dislocate it. His bag slid off his shoulder as she tugged a second time.

Kyoko gripped the strap of his bag firmly before it could slip down his arm and pushed up his shoulder. With her other hand, she gently pulled Haru away from Tsuna. Tsuna smiled at her gratefully and rubbed the circulation back into his arm. He then turned to the building before them.

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When he stepped into the dining room, he had to squeeze himself into a corner so as to not get squashed by a group of rowdy people near the entrance. Slowly inching across a wall, he realized that the dining hall was built in a rather interesting way.

There were no eating tables or chairs but instead, doors lined the walls, a different marking on each door. At the end of the hall, another double door was directly opposite the entrance, this door with the words Kitchen printed across it.

Tsuna would have found this extremely well organized and impressive if not for the small groups of ruffians littering the area, blocking out most of the space, especially in front of a door near the entrance marked Vongola, the class he was supposedly in, according to Haru and Kyoko.

At the thought of the pair of girls who had accompanied him into the dining room, Tsuna turned around, looking out for them. They weren't anywhere in sight.

Silently cursing, he tried to calm down as his panic finally kicked in, having been asleep for the past few hours. The first thought that came to mind was to go through the door which led to the Vongola dining quarters. Maybe the two girls had already entered the room and were waiting for him.

His mind was made up and he slowly pushed himself through the crowd. Digging into his pocket, he felt for a small metal object, closing his fingers around it and taking it out of his pocket. A badge lay on his palm, its design identical to the Vongola crest on the door before him.

"Excuse me."

Tsuna barely had time to flatten himself against the wall again as a body brushed past him, followed by a group of others. His fingers clutched his class badge tightly, its sharp metal points digging into his palm. He watched in awe as the sea (of people) before them split to make a clear path between them upon catching sight of these people.

A glint of light on their shirts then caught his eye. There was a Vongola badge identical to the one he was holding on each of their shirts.

Looking not unlike superstars, the group of Vongola students entered the room, leaving behind a hall of silently awed people and a very stunned orange haired young man.

Suddenly, Tsuna doubted that he had been placed in the right class. The Vongola were like the elites or something of the school, something impossible for him to achieve. Haru and Kyoko must have mistaken him for someone else.

"Excuse me."

Tsuna flattened himself closer to the wall, thinking that there was a lagging student behind him who wanted to pass. A sigh came from behind him as a hand tapped his shoulder. He turned around and found himself facing a smiling purple haired man, who looked older than him. A lock of purple hair covered his right eye, while his other eye was a deep blue. Pinned to his shirt was an unfamiliar badge with the name Estraneo engraved onto it.

"Isn't that a Vongola badge?" he pointed to the small metal object in Tsuna's hand.

Tsuna nodded.

"So that means you're in the Vongola class…" the man looked thoughtful before continuing, "So you're the new student."

"How did you know?"

The older student merely smiled at him mysteriously.

"So are you going into the room, Tsunayoshi-kun? It's just ahead of you." He made a movement as if to grab Tsuna's arm but Tsuna took a step back, wary of him.

"You don't trust me, do you?" the man shifted back with a rueful look. "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself to you. My name is Rokudo Mukuro, nice to meet you, Sawada Tsunayoshi-kun."

Tsuna still eyed him cautiously. There was something about the older student he still couldn't trust.

At that moment, a dark shadow flashed behind Mukuro and a clatter of metal was heard. A trident lay at Mukuro's feet, with his hands twisted up behind him by a student Tsuna recognized by sight. He was one of the Vongola students who had entered the room.

"What are you trying to do, Estraneo?" the Vongola student asked Mukuro, releasing his hands to pick up the dropped trident.

Mukuro scowled, pretending to be annoyed. "Ah damn. I wanted to just try taking over one of you Vongola just once, Hibari Kyoya-kun."

Hibari snorted and threw the weapon back at Mukuro. He caught it expertly, twirling and making it vanish immediately.

"Illusions, Tsunayoshi-kun." Mukuro explained to the wide-eyed orange haired boy. "Well then. I better start going, lest Hibari-san here decides to attack me. I hope to see you around."

With that, he melted back into the crowd of students behind him, leaving Tsuna to face a indifferent looking fellow Vongola student.

"Er… Hi?" he tried carefully, ready to jump away if Hibari decided to get violent. Somehow, he trusted this Hibari person even less than Mukuro.

Dark eyes turned in his direction, fixing him with a cold stare. Tsuna flinched.

Then, to his surprise, Hibari spoke. "Kyoko and Haru were looking for you." he informed Tsuna dryly. "They were worried that you might have gotten lost and got me to find you."

Tsuna's distrust immediately evaporated at the sound of the two girls' names. If this emotionless scary guy had been sent by them, then he should be a friend of theirs.

"Follow me, herbivore."

Herbivore?

Before Tsuna could ask about the name Hibari had apparently nicknamed him, the other Vongola student had already stepped out onto the fairly clear path leading to the Vongola dining room. Tsuna hurriedly followed after, not wanting to be left behind in case another suspicious student approached him.

A/N: This is the promised 182769 story I said I would write. Sorry for taking so long to get it out, I had to think of a plot.