AN: Because there are people who are interested in this story, and my writer block is still preventing me from working on GT, I decided to work on this one instead. Because I've decided to work on this, I decided to take it up another notch and the conclusion...this fanfic is going to be longer than what I originally planned. At least a chapter for every guardians perhaps...
I'll let you guys and gals read now.
Baseball and Soccer are Both Sports…Just like Friends will still be Friends.
"HIIIEEE!" Tsuna tripped on his own shoelace, spilling the bag of popcorn he was holding on to the tall man standing a couple of paces before him. He wants to cry at how pathetic he's still acting even in a different world.
Byakuran, surprisingly was nice enough to give him just one VERY easy task to do, carry the bag of popcorns to their seats and yet he could complete it. The white-haired devil—no this Byakuran wasn't that much of a devil. He was still manipulative and bossy, but this Byakuran was also very understanding toward him. The white-haired teen had even helped carried the drinks and hotdogs back to their seats early on. Why had god made him so in-coordinated?
"I'm sorry! I really sorry!" Tsuna apologized to the tall man he had spilled on. Although, spilling popcorns was usually a small deal, Tsuna had been a little greedy since Byakuran had said that he was paying, and had ordered the extra buttery flavors bag.
The back of the man white coat was now unluckily stained with the greasy butter as popcorn continued to drop off his back. Tsuna can hear the man vein snapped as it was soon followed by a growl.
Unconsciously cowering behind his arms, Tsuna hope against all hopes that the man would just dropped the subject and let him go without a beating. He never expects to hear the name of his best friend and self-proclaimed right-hand man to appear in a sentence, much less a sentence from his mouth. He didn't know what made him say it or why it felt so right to say that name, especially to the tall man before him.
"I'm really sorry Gokudera-kun!"
Hayato Gokudera or at least that was the way his name had been read for the last 16 years before he was send to this defense-minded country call Japan and got his name reverse because of some lame reason called traditions. Really who care about traditions nowadays? Why did he have to change the way he introduce himself to Gokudera Hayato just because of some lousy traditions? Or perhaps the better question is: Why did his boss send him away from their Italian headquarter to this boring country?
At the age of thirteen, Hayato had been recruited by the Italy special police force, bombing squad for his incredible genius in building and disassembling bombs. He quickly rise in ranks through the force and just as he was about to success in reaching the title of chief at the young age of fifteen, he was send away to Japan.
He was mad. He was mad at the unfairness of having all his hard work wash down the drain. He was mad that his most highly respected boss had sent him away. He was mad at the world for making him suffer through such a ridiculous trial. He was mad at the stupid job he was now assigned on; confirmation if those bomb threats at the town only sport stadium are true. He was sure that they were all fakes since those letters had been written childishly like by some stupid kids hoping to waste the Japan police force's times and moneys!
Currently, Hayato is now mad at the short little shrimp that had the guts to spill something that smell like butter onto his back! That coat had costed him a fortunate, dammit! At least the boy knows to apologize. Too, bad his apologizes annoy Hayato for some reason as he decided to turns around to beat the life out of the boy. He paused half way around when he heard his name from the boy's mouth.
"I'm really sorry Gokudera-kun!"
Did he heard wrong? How did the boy know his name? Taking a closer look at the boy, Gokudera was even surer that he have never saw the brunet before in his life. Small and weak-looking, the boy was not the type of guy that he makes friends with and yet there was something about the boy that gives him a sense of peace…yet he found himself angrier than he had been before.
"Who are you and how did you know my name?" he practically yelled at the cowering boy.
"HIIIIEEE!" the shrilling sound only made him grab the boy's shirt collar as he decided to just punch him out for annoying him.
"Gokudera Hayato!" the shout of his name stopped the blow from landing or if one had looked closer, they would have seen that Gokudera had stopped his punch seconds before his name had been called by a suave man dress in black. A black top hat upon his raven black hair leaving only the end and two curly sideburns visible. The pressed black suit was neatly ironed down to the very tip as he walked closer to the pair.
"I see you lost your temper again." He simply stated causing Gokudera to glare.
"Reborn." He said dropping Tsuna who was now gaping like a fish out of water at learning the name of the new man.
Reborn frowned at him after taking in the brunet weak form before turning back to Gokudera, "You should learn to better control your temper. Otherwise, I don't think you should even think about the position of chief in this life time."
"Shut up bastard! Who asked you? I won't get that position anyway! All you people are useless without me!" Gokudera humped before marching away from the two. Reborn sighed before following after the silver haired teen.
Tsuna watch in amazement that Gokudera had the guts to yelled at Reborn. He was always under the impression that Gokudera respect Reborn and if the bomber were to have chosen between the Arcobaleno and him, his friend would have picked Reborn's side. It appeared that this Gokudera hate Reborn for some reasons.
Tsuna picked himself up after noticing that the two men were gone from sight. He speeds up his pace wanting to ask…no he NEED to ask Byakuran about both Gokudera and Reborn of this world! He was sure that marshmallow freak know why his friend didn't recognized him as well as why Reborn was an adult. A really old thirty-something old man! Although, he got to admit that the Adult Reborn was quite handsome. He was sure that man had broken more heart than he could count.
Byakuran dropped the cup of soda he was holding when Tsuna suddenly appeared and asked him why Gokudera is with a Reborn that is an adult. He looked just as surprised as Tsuna before putting on a thoughtful face ignoring the spilled soda on the floor.
"Perhaps, this Reborn had never enter the mafia and in turn never got turned into an Arcobaleno?" he question himself, "Or perhaps it had something to do with how the Arcobaleno only appeared randomly in different times and worlds. That could be the reason why this Reborn had never gotten changed? I have never really looked into Yuni-chan's mother condition, so I can't say for sure."
"So…you're saying this is…normal?" Tsuna asked with a raise eyebrow.
Byakuran laughed, "Sure is! This is after all another world. You can't really expect everything to be the same do you? There might be some similarity, but nothing will be the same since even the smallest of choices you make can change things greatly. Like your rain guardian for instants."
"Yamamoto? What happened with Yamamoto?" Tsuna was beginning to worry about his other best friend. Gokudera had seems to have turned into a thug with Reborn as his lackey. How was Yamamoto fairing in this world?
Byakuran looked surprised at him as if he should have already known by now. Then the man smile and not a pleasant smile but a creepy grin of amuse before pointing down into the large grass field.
Tsuna followed his finger cautionly only to see a black haired teen wearing a soccer uniform. A player, nothing special about that…or so he thought until he saw a clearer view of the teen's face.
"Yamamoto!" Tsuna yelled drawing not quite a few attentions. A few people even came and gave him a pat on the back for his pathetic attempt to get the player's attention. Byakuran only laughed since he was the only one to know the true reason for Tsuna sudden exclamation of his friend name. Tsuna was only surprise to see his friend as a soccer player and not a baseball player; not like how the fans around them thought that he was shouting for attention.
Tsuna was not only feeling surprise, but also a little sad. Not only did Gokudera and Reborn seem to have a better life in this world without him, but Yamamoto even became a popular soccer star. Maybe not having him around had been better for them.
Byakuran suddenly stood up from his seat, surprising Tsuna out of his moody mood.
"Come with me to the bathroom so that I can clean myself up." Byakuran ordered pulling the still dazed boy. "Yuni is coming back so she can watch our seats while we're gone."
True to his words, Yuni was coming back with Lambo and as they passed each other Byakuran gave her a quick explanation before pulling Tsuna with him toward the exit.
"Wait here." Byakuran ordered before leaving Tsuna standing in an empty corridor as he made the rest of the way toward the bathroom himself. Tsuna grumble a little at the useless exercise Byakuran had made him do when the man obviously didn't need him. Why did that mad ask him to come along anyway?
Ten minutes passed and still Byakuran didn't reappeared. Tsuna was starting to wonder if perhaps the man had ditched him and already headed back to their seats. The game was about to start after all as Tsuna could hear the cheering growing louder by the seconds.
Just great, he was abandon by the devil…maybe that wasn't exactly a bad thing…if only he wasn't directionally challenged! After just a mere three minutes wandering, Tsuna found himself lost in a total new area or maybe it was just because of the wall color different that made him confused. Either way he was lost.
"…mamot-…ood luc-…today game." The sweet sound of salvation! Tsuna finally found someone that can probably help him. He dash up to the intersection only to freeze when another voice spoke up.
"Yea, you'll need all the luck you can get, kid."
"If you failed, just blame it on your inexperience or maybe the fact that you would get dirty. No one will blame a looker like you." The man laughed as a few others joined in as well.
Tsuna recognized one of the laughs. It was a sound that he was quite familiar with, a laugh belonging to his rain.
"I'll try my best sempai, so I don't think I can use your advices." Tsuna could see the man that Yamamoto had talked to scrunched up his face into an angry frown before marching away, his teammates following him. Tsuna wanted to find a place to hide, but the hallway was empty as the group of soccer player turned the corner. They didn't even spare him a glace before continuing their march toward the field.
Once they were out of view, Tsuna realized that Yamamoto was not among the group. Looking around the corner, Tsuna flinched backward when an unexpected 'BAM' was heard.
It was Yamamoto; the athlete had punched the blue wall of his hallway, his hand bloody from the hard punch and his face held a deep glare that made Tsuna screamed in fright.
"Who's there?" Yamamoto looked toward the place where Tsuna was hiding, "Come out, this is the Seien Team hallway, no trespasser are allow." His voice softens back to his original tone meaning the athlete was no longer angry. Tsuna took his chance and walked out.
"Sawada-san?" Yamamoto was surprised to see the brunet.
"Hiie? You know me?" Tsuna had thought that this Yamamoto who was a major soccer star would never have met him before.
"Hahaha, of course Sawada-san. We're classmate, how can I forget my own classmate? You didn't forget about me did you?" Yamamoto teased but Tsuna could hear a tint of sadness to the question as well after having known Yamamoto for such a long time.
He quickly shook his head, "Of course I didn't forget about you! I-I-I was just surprise that you can still remember my name since you are so busy with soccer." Tsuna felt that his excuse was lame, but Yamamoto smiling face had told him otherwise. He forgot that he was dealing with Yamamoto, the easiest to deal with out of all his guardians.
"I won't forget you Sawada-san, even if I forget everyone else." Tsuna didn't know why but he blushed.
"W-why?" he whispered part of him wanting to know, while another part told him to just let it go.
Not noticing the brunet mental battle, Yamamoto answers him, "Because you saved my life, of course."
"Huh, you committed suicide too?" Tsuna asked thinking about his own Yamamoto.
"What are you talking about?"
"Never mind, just forget it!" Tsuna shouted when he realized that the reason was different.
"Did you really forget?" Yamamoto asked. He sounded sad that Tsuna didn't remember how he saved Yamamoto.
"Y-yea…" Tsuna mumbled, "Sorry."
Yamamoto frowned before walking passes Tsuna, "I need to get going. The game is about to start and I need to be there."
Tsuna felt like he had hurt Yamamoto really badly and yet he couldn't remember what he had never done. This was a Yamamoto that he didn't know anything about after all.
"Yamamoto, why aren't you playing baseball?" Tsuna suddenly screamed, "Why are you hiding like a coward? Why don't you ever tell me anything? Why are you always smiling even thought you know it painful? Why do you always treat me like a stranger? Why do you always hurt yourself for my sake?" Tsuna continued screaming, not even aware that he had mistaken this Yamamoto as his Yamamoto half way through his rage-filled inquiring.
As for Yamamoto, he just stood there in shock having never seen Tsuna so mad before.
"Why are you still the same smiling idiot who always hiding his emotions when you're not even that close to me anymore?" Tsuna continued to screams.
"Now, now, Tsunayoshi-chan, I'm sure the boy had his reasons." Byakuran suddenly appeared from behind Tsuna as he hung his arms on the brunet's shoulders snapping Tsuna out of his rage instantly.
"HIIIEEE!" Tsuna was now in panic mode as he realized what he had just said to a probably very confused Yamamoto.
"We should head back to our seats. The game is about to begin!" Byakuran exclaimed pulling the still in shock Tsuna toward the exit leaving Yamamoto standing there in confusion. Then his face lighted up and he shouted to Tsuna. "Thanks again for yelling at me, Tsuna!"
Byakuran laughed when Tsuna still didn't understand that the Tsu-chan of his world had saved Yamamoto from his depression by yelling at the boy. This Yamamoto hadn't been so badly off as to think about committing suicide like the baseball loving Yamamoto, but he was slowly falling into a depression because of his decision to play soccer instead of baseball when he was young.
Tsu-chan just so happened to be nearby when Yamamoto had been sighing and the two had a little chit-chat which lead Tsu-chan to yell at Yamamoto for being so depress over such a small matter. As he says: "Baseball and soccer are both sports, what matter is that you enjoy playing the game!"
Of course Tsuna received a black eye afterward for his insult on sports being only a game to the overly serious athlete at Nami-Chuu. Yamamoto did apologized a few days later for his punch.
AN: So how is it? Good...bad...please review! Thanks for reading even if you don't review.
