Warning: weird thoughts, perverted ghosts, and personality changes.
author's note at the bottom~
Nana is a proud, proud parent.
Now a lot of other parents can claim the same, but only she can claim to have raised the best son and daughter in the world (shut up, so what if she's biased, she's ranked number one in the Omelets category in the Namimori cooking contest, deal with it).
Maria and Tsuna are very good, caring teenagers. Tsuna is thirteen and catching up to his older sister in height. Maria is soon to turn 15, average in height for Japanese women but short for her own Italian background. They showered Nana with love and concern, always helpful around the house and mindful of her.
She feels truly blessed to have been given the chance to have them. She loves spending mother daughter times with Maria; going shopping with her, gossiping about her love interests at school, and just being girls. She teaches her to cook (even if she can only cook simple foods but bake elaborate desserts), sew (mainly cosplay, but she also sews her own clothes), and even how to manage a household (with the hope that Nana would one day become a grandmother to many many children).
Tsuna, Nana gifts with her past. "Don't tell your father," she says to him one day, bringing him to the old dojo at the edge of the town. "I used to teach here when I was in college. I quit when I met your Dad at the café I worked part-time at. My extended family still teaches here, and if you want, you can learn." Tsuna had been eight at the time, with skinny arms and knobby legs that led to bullies at the primary school picking on him. He accepted after a minute of looking at the place, smiling at her with such gratitude her heart nearly overfilled with emotion.
Maria later learns that he is taking lessons at the dojo, and demands to take part. Her two children had squabbled until her daughter settled for taking Aikido at Wei Liu's Self-Defense Center. They constantly competed with one another, going so far as to have mock-fights in the backyard. One time, her daughter even suggested they fight in costume, which both she and Tsuna quickly donned (from some fighting game that she couldn't recall the name of).
Apparently, the video they'd taken was famous in the Cosplay Community (she could only pray to Amaterasu that her daughter would not go into the sketchy parts of that intimidating place).
Nana remembers how Tsuna was once such a shy boy, comparing him then to the confident, strong-willed young man he became. Having a sibling really did wonders for him, Nana muses. Maybe, once Iemitsu came back for a longer time, they could try for a third?
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Having a ghost from your future hanging around your shoulder really changed things for you, Tsuna thought. Sure, his ghost sometimes looked at his older sister like a starving man looks at food, and sure he mumbled things under his breath that sounded like curse words in different languages, but ghost!Tsuna was really great at things!
"Tsuna, sit straight, would you? Your posture is horrible- no, no, stretch your arms like this!"
Okay, so ghost!Tsuna (who he referred to as Yoshi) was kind of annoying, in that old man who nags at kids kind of way. But he really was a great teacher when the situation called for it.
"Now Tsuna, this lesson is called 'Lying Through Your Teeth and Keeping a Straight Face'. Listen well, because I'll be bullshitting you throughout the lesson, and you need to tell whether or not I'm lying."
His favorite lesson had been 'Cursing in Different Languages', which helped raised his grades in English by a large percentage. His ghost counterpart still managed to curse in languages he did not know (but would one way or another find out). He liked cursing in German for some reason.
With Yoshi dogging his every step, Tsuna never feels lonely. Maybe nee-chan feels the same with him whenever he follows her? He'll ask her some other time.
"Tsuna!" Said teen was knocked out of his thoughts, Yoshi's rambling halting as they turned to the girl who barged into their room. "I need to take your measurements!"
"Measurements?" Tsuna asks, eyes wide and sounding more than a little confused. "For what?"
Maria huffs, stalking forward with a tape measure in her hands. "You didn't want to work in the café for the school cultural festival, remember?" She pulls him up, making him spread his arms out so she could measure them. "So Class Prez gave you the ultimatum of either cooking, which I'm already gonna do, or walking around advertising. You chose to advertise."
"Wait, so why am I being measured if I just need to pass out flyers?"
"You're cosplaying? Which is what our block is doing? Ring any bells?" He ignores that she rolls her eyes at him, trying to remember the class meeting instead.
"What am I going to cosplay?" He asks instead, something in his head ringing alarm bells at him. "And 'block'?"
"You really don't remember? Were you sleeping in class again?" She narrows her eyes at him while he tries in vain not to catch her gaze. "…"
"…"
"Our building block B combined pairs of classes; first years with second years. They're doing the same thing in blocks A and C because of limited budgeting. I hear Hibari-sempai is doing something about the short funds." He hummed to let her know he got it.
"So what am I cosplaying again?"
"Ugh," Maria groans, frowning at him. "You're going to be a maid, you dork. Turn around for me, yeah?"
"What? Why a maid?"
"You have the potential to be a trap, I think. At least, that's what Kurokawa said." He ignored that his sister's butt was currently being ogled by his ghost self. Nope. He couldn't kill ghosts because they were already dead. Ignooooooore….
"Why are you so close to the girls in my class?" He asks instead, narrowing his own eyes at her.
"Girls run the world," she answers, nodding her head sagely. "Tomorrow, I'm going to be your older brother. Call me nii-chan, okay?"
"Are you still nee-chan today, though?"
She nods, marking down his final measurements on a paper. "I'm gonna get started on sewing our costumes. I've got so many to make, ugh…"
A thought pops into his head. "Hey, wait!" He calls, and his sister pauses at the door.
"What is it? I'm busy."
"Didn't you get confessed to by Okamura-san from 3-A? How did that go?" He ignores the dark glare on his ghost self's face.
"I said yeah to one date, but I'm mostly going to be too busy to go on any more." She shrugged, smiling at him. "Aaaw, are you worried about me?"
Tsuna blushed, glaring at her. "Of course not! You can take care of yourself, so you don't need me to do anything for you!"
'So those times you threatened those boys' family jewels to protect your sister's honor doesn't count?' Yoshi asked, grinning at him.
'That is a whole different subject,' Tsuna retorted, turning back to his desk once his sister left the room. "Besides," he said aloud, glaring at where the ghost floated, "it was you who possessed my body to do that. Now my own body goes against my wishes and does it from muscle memory."
'Keep tellin yourself that, kid. Whatever makes you sleep at night.'
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The two made it a point to jog to school early in the morning before club duties. It helped keep them in shape, and it also helped Tsuna calibrate his body for the day to keep him from being clumsy (even if he still had his moments).
While Tsuna wore the standard Nami-chuu gym clothes, Maria chose to wear her personified workout outfit. It was mainly a tank top and track pants that had the word 'TRAINER' with a pokeball on the left leg of the pants.
"Which route are we going to take?" Maria asked. She began her stretches, Yoshi peering at her like the pervert he was. Tsuna mentally reprimanded him- he really hated Yoshi when he did things like this.
"We'll do the straight line route," Tsuna replied, beginning his own stretches. He ignored what Yoshi said, starting to jog in place to warm up. "You ready?"
"Parkour today?" Maria mumbled. She nodded her had after a minute. "Yeah, let's get going then." She made to start before Tsuna stopped her.
"Before we end up racing against each other," Tsuna said, narrowing his eyes at the unrepentant smirk his sister gave him, "you gotta be sure to change right when we get there. Straight to the bathroom and into your uniform. Senpai expects you at the club room before school starts."
"What are you, my secretary?" Maria asks, rolling her eyes before she turned and promptly began to run.
Tsuna sighs but doesn't dally, knowing that his sister would hold her win against him for weeks (if she managed a win). He sprints, planning a route in his head that leads him to the roofs. He can see his sister doing the same thing, climbing up a wall and running along the narrow edge.
Their neighbors wave at them as they run past, Tsuna grabbing at the pastry Senri-san from the bakery tosses at him. He stumbles and manages to catch his footing, but Maria is sprinting now and the gates to the school are coming up.
Mentally sighing, Tsuna jumps off the building when he notices his sister slowing down, her breathing hard and her face bright with sweat. He felt just as sweaty but not as tired, so made his own sprint to the gates.
"Oi!"
Grinning, Tsuna slid to a stop, swinging around to look at his sister's indignant face. She pouts, narrowing her eyes at him while he meekly holds up the paper bag bearing Tajima Senri's bakery logo.
"I'll have you know that I'm not a sore loser and that you can't bribe me again." With that said, Maria stomps her way into the school.
"Don't forget to change!" Tsuna calls to her back. She merely waves a hand at him, not bothering to turn and answer.
"You know-," Yoshi starts, but Tsuna stops him with a hand.
"Stop saying perverted things about my sister. You're dead and I'm not into incest."
"It's not even incest," the ghost grumbled, narrowing his eyes at him. "You're not even related. Ugh, kids these days…"
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"Sawada, where have you been?"
Tsuna flinched, turning to look at his leader's expressionless face. He debated whether or not it was a good time to run.
"I'm not letting you go until you give me an answer." The glint of metal hidden in sleeves was a warning to Tsuna's enhanced senses.
"I had class, sempai." Best to stick to the truth, yeah?
"You've been excused from all your classes," his sempai said, stalking towards him. "Are you hiding from work? Tell me the truth."
"I am telling you the truth!" Tsuna exclaimed, back up towards the wall. Damn it- he let himself get cornered. Sempai wasn't going to let him forget his surroundings again, he'd make sure of it. "My marks have been getting low, so I had to go to class and ask sensei what I've been missing! Hibari-sempai, stop!"
"As Student Council President from Namimori Middle, you need to be on top of work. I'll do my best to keep you fit." The bloodthirsty grin on Hibari Kyoya's face frightened Tsuna no matter how many times he was witness to it. Even when he wasn't the victim of his sempai's anger Tsuna still managed to be scared.
"I cleared up my schedule just to attend classes! Sempai!"
"A-am I interrupting something?"
The two turned towards the door of the classroom Hibari'd gotten Tsuna cornered in. Maria stood there, several girls behind her holding fabric and sewing supplies.
"Secretary." Hibari greeted, stowing his tonfa. "You have work to complete."
"What?" Maria asked, blinking slowly. "I just finished everything that needed to be done this morning. How can there be more paperwork now?"
"Sempai," a girl pipes in from the crowd behind her, "we can start everything ourselves and you can go with Hibari-san. We can handle setup and stuff."
"What?" Maria says again, turning now to look at Tsuna. "I blame you. Why are you two here anyway?"
"You told me to meet you here!" Tsuna exclaims at the same time as Hibari's, "I tracked Sawada here."
"Kaicho, I'll meet you at the club room," Maria tells Hibari, placing the bolts of fabric onto a desk. "Tsuna, one of the girls has your costume. It needs to be adjusted so you need to try it on, yeah?"
Tsuna grumbles but follows Junko-san from his class to where the finished costumes are being hung. He hates skipping classes for Student Council meetings. He also hates getting tracked by Hibari-sempai.
He thinks back to when he first joined the Student Council. Hiroto Kosuke was the previous President until he was deposed due to bad habits (as in Hibari did not approve of his stupid ideas and beat him out of it). Tsuna, as the younger brother to the Disciplinary Head's secretary, was recommended by his peers as the next president. He had no say in the matter, of course, and was elected.
He was basically the sheep offered up for sacrifice.
Things miraculously worked out. Tsuna, with the help of Yoshi, managed to whip the rest of the Student Council members into shape (but not literally whip them despite Yoshi's sadistic tendencies). With Nami-Middle's Student Council stabilized and efficient with their duties in the school, the High School decided to give them a hand with their Disciplinary Problems…
…which led to Hibari Kyoya, the Head of the Disciplinary Committee, being the enforcer of the Middle School… and all of Namimori. Actually, Tsuna was pretty sure that the Hibari family was the main protection against all wrong-doing in Namimori.
'I've actually never seen Hibari-san's parents before, though…' Tsuna thought, looking to where his sister and sempai stood talking in the hallway.
"Tsuna," Yoshi hisses in his ear, glaring at the duo. "He's poaching on our girl! I can tell it! Look at those two, standing together and being too buddy-buddy!"
'She's my sister, lalalala can't hear you over the SOUND OF MY THOUGHTS!' Tsuna focused on the dress he wore. Huh, he actually had some nice legs…
"I am your thoughts you idiot!" Yoshi swiped a fist at his head, Tsuna only feeling cold pass through him. "Dammit. This is the problem with alternate realities- you can't react with your own self."
'LALALALALA!'
"Sawada-kun, you're done." Tsuna blinked, turning to look at his classmate. "You can change now that we got it fitted."
"Ah, thank you." Tsuna nodded, marching to where the curtains the girls had set up for changing was.
"Tsuna!" He heard his sister call. "When you're done, go to your Student Council and have class 2C's room changed to the second floor of building B. Kaicho's orders, yeah?"
"Got it," Tsuna called back. He sighed.
"You know," Yoshi sing-songs, pushing his face into view, "sooner or later, someone's going to come and take our pretty Maria away, and what will happen then, huh?"
'…she's my sister.' By the grin on Yoshi's corporeal face, Tsuna knew his protest sounded weak.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he gave his farewells to the group of girls and made his way to his club room. He had a Festival to organize…
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AN: Sooo... yeah sorry with the late chapter. Real life is trying and getting time to escape into writing is bluh.
So! We have genderfluid!Maria and sorta!yandere!Tsuna. We also have ghost!Tsuna, who is referred to as Yoshi and is actually Tsuna's 5 years later self, not 10yl, which will be explained in later chapters. I'm just starting with the introduction here, and it doesn't even show the major changes I made. I think the first chapter's ending was a bit cheesy, but eehhh...
Tsuna's into cosplay which is only because his sister is a weeb. The story will get a bit dark sooner or later, and there will be crack because I can't explain several scenes I want to add other than because crack.
Thank you lurkers and favoriters and followers, and reviews are welcome yeah!
