Disclaimer: I don't own anything from KHR
Published: Nov 15, 2013
Edit(s): Dec 23, 2013; March 8, 2014
A/N: Soo, temped to just lie down and sleep. I now know the real feeling of writer's block when I actually need to write. Some notes about background info about what this story is sort of based off will be at the bottom of each chapter, but the first.
Anyways, here is a shout out to 'SnowyLife12' and 'dota-chiin' for being WSR's first and second reviewers, respectively. Third reviewer was a 'Guest', you know who you are. Thank you three for reviewing, on a new story too. Also thanks to all readers that added this story to alerts, favourites, along with having me on author alert/favourite. Really appreciate it, thank you :D
I have to admit, this is a slightly boring chapter...and that I took a 5 hour break when typing this up...
I had it finished around 9 PM (Canadian time, whatever time zone that is), and my friend was (slowly) editing it. Here's a shout out to 'fallin' snowflake' the one that edits my story as an unofficial beta reader, and an inactive writer.
Chapter 2: A Weather-Full Day
(5 Years Ago)
It smells, like the bad food in the garbage.
"W...Where...?"
Wet. My hand is wet from the floor.
"H-Hello?"
Silence. No wind, no light, no sound.
Was...was I alone?
Mother? Brother? Where did you go? Did you leave?
Clank.
Huh? Light, the light is on.
Metal. There is metal. I'm in a small room. I can see the wetness now, it's red. Red puddles on the rock ground. It's sticky. Blood, was this blood? There's a lot.
Boy. I see a kid, he looks smaller then me. Is he sleeping? He's not moving. He is all sticky with yellow spots and band-aids was everywhere. He's dirty, his clothes has holes. He is the only thing in the room.
Other then me.
(Present)
"Sawada!"
A male with slightly curly dark brown hair peered up from his lunch, "Hmm?" A teacher quickly rushed over, handing the male an envelope. On the thick, and undoubtedly expansive, paper was 'Sawada Tsukiya' printed in gold.
The teacher patted Tsukiya's back with a large smile, "Congratulations, Sawada! You've caught the eye of the famous Boreen-sama! He's accepting you as a student!"
Tsukiya merely blinked, light blue eyes scanning the envelope, "Kenta-sensei...Who is Boreen?" he questioned.
Kenta-sensei gaped at him in shock, "The famous professor, Boreen! Known to solve all math questions without fail! Even the ones deemed impossible! This is a once in a lifetime chance, Sawada! Take it!" The math teacher exclaimed, grasping his student's shoulders and violently shaking him.
Students close by, listened, staring at them with odd expressions
"Alright!" Tsukiya choked out, eyes spinning.
"Good, good! I expect you to do even better then you are doing now! Or else." With that, he left, humming and muttering things about, 'Ah, how the young are so lucky. I want to be taught by Boreen-sama'
After a long moment, in which Tsukiya took the time to recover, he slid his finger into the envelope and tore through the paper. He pulled out a thin, yet durable, blank piece of paper.
"...Is this a joke?" he muttered, flipping the page over and seeing nothing. The entire paper was blank.
Onyx eyes glinted.
"Mom, I'm home!" Tsukiya shouted, stepping into the house. A faint, "Welcome home!", came from within the house as he changed his footwear. He than peered into the kitchen to see his mother, Sawada Nana, cooking up a feast.
"Mom? What's all the food for?" he questioned, scanning the table crammed with already cooked dishes. Nana suddenly spun around, placing her knife down and leaping at him. He let out a strangled cry as he was squeezed, cutting off his air supply.
"My little boy has become a genius!" she squealed. "M-Mom?!" Tsukiya stuttered, bewildered at her actions. "My little genius!" she continued to cheer, spinning him around happily. "Mom!" Nana giggled, setting him down with one last squeeze.
"Look!" Nana held up a familiar looking envelope, which he gaped at. It was the same type of envelope he had gotten at school.
"B-But it was blank!" he shouted, snatching the envelope and pulling out the contents. Sure enough, there was a blank piece of paper. "See?!"
Nana giggled into her hand, revealing something from behind her back, "Oh, Tsu-kun, the letter is here."
"Wha-but...how?!"
Ignoring his sputtering, she sighed happily, "This is wonderful, you make Mama so proud!" Not even moments later he was wrapped up in another suffocating hug. "M-m...mom...!" She continued giggling happily before they both froze.
"Ciaossu."
"I'll bake some cookies and prepare some tea for you two." Nana said, waving her son and his soon-to-be tutor to the living room and leaving for the kitchen.
As soon as she was out of sight and hearing range, Tsukiya's eyes narrowed onto the toddler, who wore a suit and a fedora with a green chameleon on it, "Who are you?"
One quick explanation, with unnecessary nauseating pictures, had Tsukiya nodding calmly.
"Let me get this straight. You are here to teach me to be an Italian mafioso for the Vongola, as the leader no less, by pretending that you are a famous professor that would tutor me... What are you?!" he started off calm and understanding before snapping at the toddler.
Reborn tranquilly slurped at his cup of espresso, "I'm a hitman."
"You are a baby! Are you insa-" Thud.
Nana peered into the room, "Oh? I heard some noise, is everything alright?"
Reborn nodded, "It's fine Sawada-san, Tsukiya was just tired." The hitman answered nonchalantly. "You can just call me Mama, Reborn-kun." Nana said, draping a blanket over her son's unconscious form on the sofa.
"Okay, Mama."
"I'M GONNA BE LATE!" Tsukiya woke up, screeching. As part of his normal morning routine, he rushed to dress himself, brush his teeth, grab his bag, a piece of bread, and charged out of the house. Nana giggled, placing an omelet in front of Reborn, who quickly inhaled it with a brisk, "Thank you, Mama."
"I'm gonna be late, really late. Nooo..!" Tsukiya dragged out under his breath, attempting to straighten out his clothing while running. Not even a metre away outside his house, something impacted his head.
He hit the ground. Tsukiya then shot up, naked other then his white boxers, shouting, "RE-BORN! GET TO SCHOOL WITH MY DYING WILL!"
"Hm." Reborn hummed as his green gun shifted into his chameleon.
"RRAWWWWW!" Tsukiya roared, skidding to a stop in front of Namimori Middle School. Every student outside stared at him before muffling snickers and laughs. The male quickly flushed as he regained control of his body and dashed into the school, running for the infirmary.
A new uniform and moment of sulking later, Tsukiya stood outside his class, hesitant on entering.
"Your gonna be late." Reborn casually commented. Tsukiya did a double-take at the hitman that was now standing beside him. Instantly, his embarrassment had him snapping out, "What was that? I know it was you!"
"Sawada Tsukiya, 14 years old. Has no love-life or romantic interest. Often seen studying or reading books. An academically high student. He cannot even run 100 metres without collapsing. Often ignored by the majority of th-"
"I get it! Why do you know all of this?!"
"I'm a hitman."
Tsukiya exhaled, "...What was that this morning?" he asked in a strained voice.
Reborn gave him a look but answered after a pause, "That was a Dying Will Bullet." Reborn held up a red bullet with a flame image on it, "This bullet works if the target feels regret when they are shot, they will act upon their regret. It turns all off all safety restrictions but great power is harnessed. Only lasts for five minutes though."
"..." Tsukiya wasn't sure was to say. Such things shouldn't even be possible.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?! Who are you anyways?!" Tsukiya shrieked, throwing the last few words over his shoulder. A light weight than landed on his head, "He is Gokudera Hayato, also known as Smoking Bomb Hayato. He carries explosives everywhere on his body." Reborn commented, easily balancing on his student's head.
Why me? Tsukiya mentally cried, sharply turning the corner and narrowly avoiding the explosion behind him.
"You're not worthy of becoming the tenth Vongola boss!" The silver-haired teen exclaimed, flinging an even greater amount of bombs at him. Tsukiya hurriedly ran into an alleyway, ducking behind a trash can as the dynamites landed around the entrance.
Gokudera, who had chased after him, froze when he realized he was standing in the middle of his own weapons.
"Oh? Tsukiya? What are you doing here?" Blue eyes flicked to the door at the side of the alley, that was now open, meeting a pair of confused chocolate eyes. "Yamamoto!" he squawked out, glancing at Gokudera, the still sizzling dynamite, and then back to Yamamoto, who was now casually dumping a bag of trash on the pile of garbage in the alleyway.
Bang.
"RE-BORN! SAVE MY FRIENDS WITH MY DYING WILL!" The, now near naked, teen cried out and charged towards Gokudera. Quickly snatching his arm and dragging him back, grasping Yamamoto's arm as he past by and threw all three of them to the ground.
KA-BOOM
"..." All three of them stared at each other.
Gokudera was the first to move, "I APOLOGIZE, JYUUDAIME! NO ONE ELSE IS AS WORTHY AS YOU!" The other two stared at the constantly bowing male in front of them before laughing.
"Gokudera, just call me Tsukiya. Please." The chocolate-haired teen pleaded. The other quickly shot up with a fierce look, "NO! THAT IS UNRESPEATABLE OF ME! AND YOU! LET GO OF JYUUDAIME RIGHT NOW!" He snapped, pointing at the arm that Yamamoto had slung over Tsukiya's shoulder while the bomber had been ranting.
"Eh? But we're friends! I'm Yamamoto Takeshi! Nice to meet you!" Yamamoto cheerfully chirped. Tsukiya twitched as the two began a one-sided argument.
"Please- Stop! Yamamoto is my friend...and I suppose you are too."
"Yes, Jyuudaime!"
"...Please. Call me anything but that."
"GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Thud.
"Reborn..." Nervous glance.
Glint. "What's the factor of this equation?"
"LAMBO IS HERE TO KILL REOBRN! LAMBO WILL THEN BE TH- GUUPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaa-." Massive explosion.
"..." Quick scribbling.
"Wrong." BOOM.
Door slams open. "LAMBO-SAN IS BACK! LAMBO, THE FIVE-YEAR-OLD HITMAN, HAS COME TO FIND REBORN!"
Puff of smoke. "..." 'You little devil.'
Thump."I heard that."
"...Gotta...Stay...Calm...GAH! DIE REBORN!" Thud. Crack. Shriek.
"Now, answer this question."
...
The next morning, Lambo was seen happily eating breakfast at the table. Breakfast then quickly turned into a one-sided war. Lambo was then seen, once again, on that day but at school.
"Who's this? Your brother?" Yamamoto asked, plucking a sniffling Lambo off the ground.
"No, that's Lambo. He somehow showed up and tried to kill Reborn. My mom took him in. Why is he even here?" Tsukiya grumbled, shoving rice into his mouth.
"I could get rid of him, Jyuudaime!" Gokudra immediately offered, pulling out lit dynamite. Tsukiya quickly shook his head, "No! No! It's fine! We're on the roof, so he's not really bothering anyone!"
The bomber slightly deflated, "If you say so, Jyuudaime."
"Lambo-san is looking for Reborn!" The, previously silent, child exclaimed.
"Ah! The kid? Sorry but he's not here." Yamamoto said, patting his head. Lambo teared up even more.
"Your gonna be late for class." All eyes shot to the wall. Or rather, where the wall was. There was now a small hole, revealing a Reborn-sized room in the wall. Reborn casually sipped his cup of coffee.
"Reb-" Tsukiya partly exclaimed before being cut off by a kick to the head. Lambo stood on his head, laughing, "GAHAHHA, LAMBO KNEW YOU WOULD COME OUT."
Sip. Sip.
Lambo gaped, "...Gotta...Stay...Calm..." His 'platform' sighed, recalling the first time Lambo had appeared. There was a sniffle before Lambo pulled out a purple bazooka, which weighed Tsukiya down even more.
Poof
A heavy body suddenly replaced the, no longer, tolerable weight on his head and Tsukiya collapsed with a yelp, "What?!"
"That was the Ten-Year Bazooka. A person hit with it will be replaced with themselves from ten years in the future for five minutes." Reborn commented offhandedly from the side, pouring himself another cup of coffee.
"Geez, and I was in the middle of a report too." A relatively deep voice sighed and the weight on his back shifted as the pink smoke from the bazooka faded, "Oh? TSUKIYA?!"
Said male groaned, rolling over and gaping at the taller male, "Your Lambo?! In ten years?!"
"That's me, it's odd to see you shorter then me." Lambo mused, looking down at him. "Thank Mama for taking me in, will you?"
All three of them were staring at him with shocked expressions. Well, all three but Yamamoto, who simply laughed and shrugged it off. After all, if this was the small kid, he seemed rather nice.
Extra(s)/Omake(s)
Nana Scene, Take 1: Action!
"Mom, I'm home!" Tsukiya shouted, stepping into the house. A faint, "Welcome home!", came from within the house as he changed his footwear. He then peered into the kitchen to see his mother, Sawada Nana, cooking up a feast.
"Mom? What's all the food for?" He questioned, scanning the table crammed with already cooked dishes. Nana suddenly spun around, knife in hand and leaped at him. His eyes popped as he was squeezed, tilting his head to eye the blade that was held too close to his shoulder for his liking.
"My little boy has become a genius!" she squealed. "M-Mom?!" Tsukiya stuttered, panicking as the distance between knife and flesh decreased. "My little genius!" she continued to cheer, spinning him around happily. "Mom!" Nana giggled, setting him down with one last tight squeeze that brought the knife right down to his shoulder.
Thankfully, she froze.
"Ciaosuu"
Tsukiya breathed, backing away from his mother and her knife.
Reborn frowned. His target, a rather clueless teen, was defying his plans.
"Oh? The trash is full, I'll be taking it out!" Yamamoto shouted into his house before making a move to remove the trash bag and stopped, "Eh? The trash is empty?"
He scratched the back of his head, "I thought it was full. Huh.."
Moments later, he came back to see the trash was filled to the brim with coffee cups. Yamamoto blinked at it, "I never knew Oyaji drank coffee." He than shrugged it off and dragged the trash out the side door, surprised to see his friend, Tsukiya, ducking behind a trash can. "Oh? Tsukiya? What are you doing here?"
Reborn frowned once more. That had taken too much additional work.
A/N: I'm splitting the 'character meetings/development' into two chapters to avoid a lot of info at once? Or maybe because I'm lazy ^.^. Anyways, the next chapter will be Tsukiya's meetings with the potential cloud, mist and sun. Rather odd comment, but the first extra (or 'Omake') was the one I had written down on paper first, but I thought it was too...eh.
So a few notes on this story. I have always wanted to make a story that pulls away from all those overused ideas, or common ideas. While I do admit 'Tsuna has a brother/twin' has been used, I kinda hoped that placing an age difference between them, with Tsuna being the younger one, would sort of pull away from it. Along with another plot twist on Tsuna's origin that will be revealed...most likely two to four chapters later.
Then there's the twin/brother being evil or hating Tsuna for being 'No-good'. Since that had been already used quite often, I adjusted everything to fit a smart, and sarcastic brother(that is a loner). He won't...uh..hate Tsuna, and vise versa...in a way. They will be civil. Relatively.
