A/N: Yo, everybody! Thanks for reading so far even if my writing style is crappy and I need to improve a lot!
Oh, and really, I'm grateful for the reviews! Thank you!
This chapter will include some R27 and hints for 8027 =D (5927 is always present...) but I'm still not sure who will win round one in the 'everyone has to top Tsuna' battle.
Anyway, the Yaoi will follow later on, but I will give you some 'cookies' before that happens.
By the way, is there anyone who wants to know what Gokudera does with Tsunas handkerchiefs?
It was really hard to study, now that big brother and his two best friends shielded him from everything. And if Tsuna said everything, he meant it. Every now and then Ryohei, who sat behind Tsuna, would start to shout answers to the extreme, Gokudera, who sat to his right, started to yell at him and pull out dynamites out of nowhere and Yamamoto, who sat to his left, would laugh so hard, Tsuna could hear his ears ring.
Only a few days could be called what people considered as silent. It was those days when Hibari came to class and would sit in front of Tsuna, silencing everyone else just by his intimidating presence. Well, everyone except for Gokudera, Yamamoto and Ryohei. After the first disturbance they would start to crowd around the brunette teen, staring at each other as if they were about to fight over their prey (which might as well have been the case), so Tsuna made it his aim to crawl away from his classmates without drawing any attention. Being small was one thing, but being weak was another. And before they would snap his bones like chopsticks, he would simply run away.
He was really happy that Hibari was absent today, probably occupied with biting some punks to death, so he didn't have to run for his life. Only for his ears.
"THE EXTREME ANSWER IS CHINA!", Ryohei shouted, jumping onto his feet and shoving the desk into Sawada's back, making him squeal at the sudden contact.
"Sasagawa-kun, we're in Japanese, not in geography.", the teacher replied, sighing. There was a moment of silence, except for Tsuna, whose ears were still ringing and rushing, it was before they were about to recover that Ryohei realized his mistake and raised his hand again.
"YOU'RE EXTREMELY RIGHT, SENSEI!", and sat back down.
In case Tsuna would make it home today, he will draw three stars onto the calendar for managing to stay alive. Home... After the last time his dad showed up, he simply took his mother with him for a journey around the world, for their anniversary or something, so he was alone with three nagging children, his home tutor and occasionally his friends. It was like hell, especially with his - now back into adult - home teacher, who kept ordering him around the house to clean up, make food, entertain the children, study, do the laundry, just to mention a few of the chores.
In a weak moment, Tsuna ruffled his hair. He didn't even want to go back home, he preferred to get his eardrums smashed and keep running away at school, just for some peaceful rooftop moments! Thank god, his mom hired a cleaning lady, which would give him a day off and even a few seconds to breath. Maybe all the stress was the cause of him being still short?
A hand patted his shoulder.
"Oi, Tsuna, it's time to leave. Sensei got pissed and ran away, so we're free to go if we want.", Yamamoto said, waking him from his daydreaming. Welcome back to reality.
"Don't you have to go to the baseball club?", Tsuna heard himself ask.
"Baseball? Nah, not today! I'd prefer to walk home with you, haha!"
One thing that changed for sure was that Yamamoto's baseball obsession kind of turned into a Tsuna obsession, at least that is what the brunette teen thought in those moments. He didn't even know why it was like that, Yamamoto just kept running after him like a dog and he had to watch the Baseball training sometimes, so his friend got some fresh air and exercise. But even if he did so, Yamamoto would just get distracted all the time and if he managed to land a home run, he searched for Tsuna and waved at him.
Luckily, this was not a day of baseball practice watching, the small teen made his way home, Yamamoto and Gokudera next to him, hissing at each other and scaring some old women with their behavior while passing by.
Tsuna considered going home again. No, he should have stayed at school, watching Yamamoto doing his home runs instead of going back home, only to save everyone from Bianchis food by doing the cooking himself, which would then again lead to getting scolded for his miserable (but still not poisonous) cooking skills...
Why didn't he go out with his two Guardia- wait, no, wrong idea. If he did that, everything would be even more stressful. Then why don't invite them? Oh, yes, dynamites and desks would start flying around on their own accord.
When Tsuna could see his home, he ran the last few steps to his door and waved a fast and short goodbye to his friends and closed the door, just to hear a thud - which had to be Gokudera - and another thud? He had to shrug and turned around to drop his stuff to the floor and nothing happened. Really, nothing. No screaming, no footsteps, everything was clean. Slightly worried Tsuna wondered if they were still alive.
"Hello? I'm home!", he shouted, putting his hand to his earshell to hear... nothing. And it felt good.
After he hung his jacket over a chair, he went into the kitchen. Empty. If Tsuna wasn't a family person, he would jump into the air and scream how awesome this was, but he had to admit with no one around, he felt lonely. Sighing he made his way to the counter just to find a note from Bianchi.
We're going out to eat. Don't look for your wallet. – Bianchi
Wonderful, so he had to eat to feed on air for the next few days, till his mother will send new money.
"Why are you home this early, dame-Tsuna. Have they kicked you out of school because you were too dumb?"
"HIIIIIIIIIIIIII! Reborn-san! You don't have to sneak up so suddenly!"
A shudder ran down Tsuna's spine as he turned around. What did Reborn do at home?
"Why are you here? Didn't you want to go out with the others?", Tsuna asked, taking a few steps in the opposite direction of his cruel home Tutor.
"The kids were too much of a nuisance.", he simply said and even if Tsuna burned to ask, why he suddenly felt disturbed by the presence of a few children, he didn't. The teen knew that if Reborn said something, you won't question it.
"Aah, I see... Do you want to eat something? I think we have some eggs, milk and flour left. I could make pancakes.", Tsuna started to distract himself. It would be easier to please Reborn than to fight him. And he didn't want to get dragged along into the kitchen several times to make food, just to refuse and go away. That would just end up in a quick visit at the hospital.
"I'd rather like some Tuna.", a snarling voice came from behind Tsuna.
"But we don't have any Tuna left. I'd have to buy some and my wallet is gone.", Tsuna answered nervously. It gave him the creeps to know, that the assassin was right behind his back and he could feel the man's presence closing the small gap between them.
"I have one in front of me...", he whispered into the teen's ear, giving him the creeps of his life. What kind of a joke was that?