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Thank you to RainbowMaze for betaing this chapter as well!
This chapter along with the previous one will be edited again late to take out the songs. From the chapters after this one, they should be completely void of songs! (I think)
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Chapter Two
Tsuna fidgeted nervously with the strap of his bag on the way to school. Yamamoto had kindly lent him his old uniform and all the other school necessities. "Natsu! Are you listening to me?"
Tsuna snapped his head up. "Um, sorry. I zoned out." A pink blush started to form on his face.
Yamamoto chuckled. "Well, what I was saying was that I hope we're in the same class!"
"M-me too." They approached the school gates, and the gravity-defying haired boy began to slow down.
"Is this what a school looks like?"
Yamamoto gave him a look of surprise before laughing again. "I forgot that you've never been to school. Cries of pain garnered their attention, so they turned towards the source. There was a black-haired boy with a red armband on his arm, beating up another student with a pair of tonfas.
"Is that allowed?" Tsuna asked curiously, wincing with every hit the boy on the ground received.
Yamamoto opened his mouth to reply before he paused. "You know what, I'm not sure. Anyway that's Hibari-senpai."
Tsuna's eyes widened slowly in recognition. "That's the guy that Brother Ryohei was talking about."
"Yeah. The kid that he's beating up probably broke the rules or did something to make him mad."
The brown haired boy let out a shiver and made a mental note to avoid the prefect. They joined the other students in avoiding the one-sided fight and entered the school. Yamamoto lead Tsuna to the front office where they processed his files and, much to both of the teens' delight, found out that they were in the same class.
The two were outside rows of lockers when Tsuna's nervousness had decided to spring up. "What if none of them like me?" he panicked.
"Natsu—no, Tsuna. They don't even know you yet, but of course they're going to like you!" Yamamoto smiled.
The boy gave him a stricken look. "How can you be so sure?"
The baseball boy shrugged and grinned at the boy beside him as he leaned against his locker. "Just trust me Tsuna." A girl with orange hair walked past, drawing his attention. "Here, I'll help you make a friend." He gave Tsuna another grin before calling out the girl's name loudly. "Kyoko!"
The orange-haired girl paused and turned to Yamamoto. Her companion, a girl with long, dark hair, stopped as well and threw the baseball player a dead look before whispering something to the orange-haired girl. The orange-haired girl shook her head in return, causing the girl with the dark hair to roll her eyes heavenward before they walked over to them.
"Good morning Yamamoto!" the short, orange-haired girl smiled brightly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She turned to face Tsuna next. "I don't think I've seen you here before. My name is Sasagawa Kyoko."
Tsuna, who was previously taken in by the girl's cute looks, started at her name. "Sasagawa? Are you Brother Ryohei's sister?" he blurted out without thinking. The dark-haired girl narrowed her eyes at him, and Tsuna felt a chill creep up his spine.
Kyoko's eyes widened. "You know my brother?"
Tsuna scratched his cheek awkwardly. "Yeah, we met yesterday, and he . . . helped me out, I suppose." He shot a look to Yamamoto, who quickly stepped in.
"Today is Tsu-Natsu's first day of school, and he's pretty nervous, so I thought that maybe you guys could help him calm down."
The dark-haired girl flicked her hair over her shoulder. "I don't help monkeys. Kyoko, let's go."
"Hana!" Kyoko shot her friend an appalled look. "I apologise for my friend's rudeness. Of course we'd like to help . . . Natsu, was it?"
Tsuna quickly stuck his hand out. "Natsu Sawada- I mean Sawada Natsu . . . I think." The dark-haired girl rolled her eyes, and Yamamoto's smile widened at Tsuna's gesture.
"Natu's from Italy, and apparently there, when you introduce yourself, instead of bowing, you hold hands!"
Tsuna gave him an alarmed look. "Takeshi, that's not quite right-"
Kyoko's eyes sparkled. "That's so cool." She grabbed his hand and held it tightly, giving him a smile. "You're from Italy?"
"Um, yeah." Tsuna tried hard not to blush at the fact that a girl was holding his hand for the first time. He failed terribly with his face quickly turning into a tomato. "You can let go now." Kyoko blinked at his face and couldn't help but wonder why she felt some regret when she let go of the boy's hand.
Hana scowled at the series of events. "Kyoko, let's go. It's not like this is the monkey's first day of school in his life. And he has a baseball monkey to help him as well."
Yamamoto's eyes twinkled at this. "Natu's been home-schooled for all his life. So technically this is the first day of school ever for him."
Kyoko's eyes sparkled again, and she stared at the uncomfortable-looking brown-haired boy. "What made you go to school?"
Tsuna shifted his weight nervously. "I felt like it?"
"What made you want to come to Nanimori?" Kyoko questioned.
"Um, I can't tell you that?" he looked at her uneasily.
"Where are you staying right now?"
"Takeshi's place." The said boy nodded at this.
"So you're staying here without your family?" Tsuna nodded wishing she would stop asking such questions.
"Why?"
"I can't tell you that," he said softly.
Hana snorted at the spineless monkey in front of her. "He's not going to tell you anymore than he's already said. We should go to class before the bell rings and Hibari-senpai comes." She then proceeded to drag her orange-haired friend away with her.
The bell rang shortly after and the two boys exchanged scared looks. Tsuna because he was about to start school, and Takeshi because the demon prefect would kill them for not being in class yet. They rushed to class with Yamamoto leading the way and Tsuna following behind. The teacher stood in the doorway, waiting expectantly with a sneer on his face.
"Yamamoto, you're late." The boy just ducked his head as he entered the class, getting away from the snarky teacher and heading to his seat, feeling a little bit guilty about abandoning Tsuna. The teacher pushed his glasses farther up on his nose and crossed his arms in front of his unfashionable brown suit. "Being late on your first day of school, Sawada? Not a good start. I'm you're teacher. You may address me as Nezu-sensei."
The glasses-wearing teacher turned to address the classroom. "Everyone, we have a new student joining us from now on. I'll let him introduce himself," he drawled before gesturing for Tsuna to go to the middle of the room.
Hesitantly, Tsuna entered the classroom, scanning the sea of faces for those that he recognised. He spotted Yamamoto in the middle of the left hand side, and, on the right hand near the front, he recognised the two girls he saw earlier sitting together. "My name is Sawada Natsu. I hope we all get along?" He gave a faint smile and tried to swallow his fear.
"Sit wherever there's an open desk." Nezu-sensei gave a dismissing gesture with his hand as he waved Tsuna away.
Tsuna walked to a spare spot at the back he'd spotted earlier and put his things down. He gave a smile to his seatmate as he sat down and faced the board.
Nezu-sensei began to drone on about his expertise and his brilliance, and Tsuna felt his eyes get heavier with every boring word. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night, and he could feel the sleepiness start to overwhelm him. He rested his head on his hand and let out a yawn as he fought to stay awake.
Yamamoto watched with a small smile as Tsuna's head slipped off his hand and landed on the desk.
~O~OO~OOoOO~OO~O~
Reborn tipped his fedora to shade his eyes as he processed what he had received. His intel network had reported that the Vongola Decimo wasn't at any of the main mafia houses, and he couldn't help but feel more inclined to think that maybe the boy wasn't kidnapped like Nono had suspected.
Reborn strode to his kitchen, where he began to make himself an espresso. He still had six days, so he wasn't really worried about the deadline at the moment. He sipped the hot beverage and let out a sigh as the taste filled his mouth.
Reborn strolled over to the computer, placed the mug of coffee down next to the device, and started hacking into the Vongola security system for the security camera footage of the day the Vongola Decimo was last seen. (Of course he could have just asked for the footage he wanted, but that wasn't really Reborn's style.)
He narrowed his eyes as he watched the Vongola Decimo enter his room. There weren't any camera's placed inside, so he switched to one operating outside of the house and watched the two different cameras. Movement from the second one caught his attention, and he watched a figure scale down the side of the building quickly.
Reborn frowned. Didn't anyone bother to check the security footage before? It was obvious that he left on his own accord. He brought the mug up to his lips as he tapped his fingers thoughtfully. He could report this to Nono but that would mean that he would mostly likely not get paid.
Although money didn't mean much to Reborn, he had a sense of pride to follow anything through to the end. It wasn't like him to do anything half-hearted. Another smirk made its way onto Reborn's face. He did promise that he'd bring back the Vongola Decimo, and that he will.
He tracked the heir to an airport near the Italian house before hacking the security camera footage of the only airport in Namimori, Japan to make sure that the heir really did disembark there. He started tugging on his fedora, his mind deep in thought. He rapidly finished his coffee and stood up.
It seemed like he had to pay a visit to a particular Namimori. Something tickled at the back of his mind, and he frowned.
Namimori.
Reborn's eyes widened unperceivably. Wasn't that the place where the CEDEF's wife was located? His eyes narrowed. As far as he knew, the boy wasn't aware where his mother was located. Coincidence? Fate? Reborn quickly scoffed at the thought. He didn't believe in fate.
The case of Tsunayoshi Vongola was an interesting one. Reborn couldn't stop his lip from twitching upwards into a smirk even if he wanted to.m twitching upward into a smirl his lip from twitching upward into a smirl
~O~OO~OOoOO~OO~O~
A silver-haired teen lounged on a plush chair, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he stared unimpressed at the man that sat across from him. "Hayato, I've been very lenient with you the past few years, but enough is enough." The middle-aged man clasped his hands together.
The teenager looked at the man through his lashes. "Father, what have I done wrong?" There was a false innocence in his voice, and the older man felt his patience run short.
"You know exactly what you've done wrong!"
The teen frowned. "It's not like it's any of your business. Don't pretend now that you care."
The older man felt his son's words pierce him in his heart and felt a twinge of regret. He had known that what he had done was wrong, but that was in the past and there was nothing he could do about it now. He looked over at his son, and he saw what his flesh and blood had become due to his actions. But this was no time to be weak. He reinforced his resolve and gave the silver-haired teen a hardened look. As if the boy sensed the change in atmosphere, he sat up a bit straighter unconsciously. "Hayato, tomorrow I'll be sending you to a mafia school."
Hayato's eyes widened, but he quickly brushed off his surprise. His father continued. "It's a boarding school, which means that you'll only get to come back home on the holidays. It'll teach you all kinds of things that you need to know like how to defend yourself and protect your Don. That sort of stuff. "
The boy's silver hair covered his eyes, mouth in a thin line and his expression unreadable to his father. Hayato's father waited for a moment, expecting the boy to react. The silence was more unnerving than anything the boy could have said.
Hayato snorted and lifted his head high enough for the man to see the dead-looking green eyes beneath. "Of course you would send me away. You don't know how to deal with me. I'm just a bastard son to you anyway."
His father recoiled. "That was never my intention! We both know how much of a genius you are! I thought that maybe the regular civilian system of education wasn't stimulating enough for you since you get into so much trouble yet have perfect grades! But it's exactly that trouble that you get into which makes me get so many reports! You've been ditching class to smoke on the roof and partying late every night with strangers. For all I know, you're probably not even a virgin anymore! Hayato, you're only sixteen for God's sake! You're practically throwing away your future!"
"I don't care! You've never given two shits about me before, and now you act as if you've suddenly become my father!"
The man pointed his finger at his son. "Don't raise your voice at me like that!"
"I'll raise my voice however the fuck I want to!" Hayato glared in response.
"Listen here young man! I've been very lenient to you, but now you've got to stop! I'm locking you up in here until you learn some manners!"
Hayato spat at his father's feet. "I wish I was never born! Then I wouldn't have to deal with this!"
"Fine! I wish you'd never been born as well!" He shouted, temper rising. By the time he registered what he had just said, it was already too late. Hayato's face had closed off. "No, I didn't mean that. Hayato-"
"Get out." The silver-haired boy's fist shook slightly.
"Hayato-"
"GET OUT!" His green eyes blazed as he watched his father open his mouth again before closing it and walking out. With a hesitant backwards glance, he slammed the door. The sound of the click was audible in the silent room as the teen got locked in.
His eyes blinked furiously with unshed tears. How had it ended up like this? He leaned back against the chair and looked up at the crème-coloured celling. His eyes traced the vine patterns scattered across the ceiling as he recalled every major moment that led to this day.
The day when he found out that his dead piano teacher was his mom.
The day when he realised that he was a bastard.
The day when he figured out that he no longer belonged in this family or with Bianchi.
The day when he broke for the first time.
A tear silently made its way down his cheek, soon followed by another and another and another.
Why was he even alive? Was there some purpose he had to carry out? Did anybody need him? Should he end it all now?
The last thought scared him. He didn't want to die, but he didn't want to keep on living through this pain. What could he do? Was there anything he could do?
Would anyone help him?
He reached up to touch his cheek and stared at the tears on his fingers. At how the light reflected off of them.
Would anyone save him?
A laugh bubbled up out of his throat. His voice was hoarse, but he kept on laughing. He considered the thought that if anyone were to come in right now they'd think him insane.
When had he become so weak that he would now need someone to save him?
He stopped laughing and sighed, turning his head to his right. There was a piano in the joining room. Ah. . . That's right. . .This was where I used to practice.
He'd quit that years ago. He'd vowed never to play the piano again because of that incident. But still, he couldn't help giving the ivory keys a longing look before turning to face the other direction where a window gave a view of the yard. The reflection of the piano was showing on the glass surface, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth in annoyance before closing his eyes to the world.
It was so suffocating. The expectations that he was told to uphold. He couldn't say that he didn't enjoy breaking them. But what was left? What was he going to do now? What's his purpose in life?
"I feel a little lost in this world. I try a little noise and choke." His voice sounded raspy even to himself. "I've honestly never felt this alone. Oh, I just need someone."
He snapped his eyes open. There he went again. Thinking that someone would save him. Hayato knew that thought was wrong. In this kind of world the only person you can rely and trust is yourself.
He stood up and walked to the window and unlatched it. "I've been through and seen a lot. I've lived at the bottom and the top."He looked down at the ground. The jump was manageable. There would be no guards around since his father doesn't bother to hire any for the house. He stepped on the ledge and jumped, bracing himself as he landed on his hand and bent knees.
He dusted his hands and looked up at the open window before turning away. Who would run after him anyway?
"We're on borrowed time, but time isn't enough. I'm just trying to be, the best me I can be. When I fall down, it's just me and the ground."
He would throw away everything. He ran out of the gates and into the streets, his feet hitting the pavement in a rhythmic thudding pattern. He would throw away his reputation: being known as the king of partying and Hurricane-Bomb Hayato. He was tired of always having to play a role. First, being a model son, and then, a rebellious teenager. When would he be able to find out who he truly is on his own?
"I am no King. I have no throne."
He reached the port of the town and made his way to the ships that went overseas. He had only taken a couple of steps when he paused. Bianchi. Under all the layers and masks of hate that he had shown towards her, he still loved her in a brotherly way. He knew that she knew that as well. He shook his head forcefully. Hesitation was a sign of weakness. If he was so unresolved right now then he'd get nowhere. Just a few more meters and he'd be free from everything.
"I need a little room to breathe! You're making this harder for me! When all I need is to be set free! I need a little time to think! And if you really ever loved me! Then all I need is a little room to breathe!"
He talked to the Captain for one of the ships—he'd chosen to travel on what looked to be a cruise ship—and although reluctant about hiring a random teenager, agreed that in exchange for his services he'd get free travel to a place called Namimori, food, and a bed since several of his crew had succumbed to a cold and couldn't make it. The ship set sail two hours later, and Hayato found himself seeing Italy as just a pinprick in the distance.
"Hayato! Stop daydreaming! I'm not paying you for no reason!" the captain called.
The silverette shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Technically, sir, you're not paying me."
The captain waved a hand at the boy. "Stop being cheeky or you won't be getting any supper tonight."
That shut Hayato up as he went back to his job, offering a passer-by a flute of champagne.
~O~OO~OOoOO~OO~O~
Tsuna didn't know quite what happened. One second he was in Nezu-sensei's class, the next second he was back in his room in the Vongola mansion. Was him leaving just a dream?
He exited the door and began to walk to his grandfather's study. After he turned the corner, he couldn't help but feel unsettled. There was no one around. Why was there no one around? There was a tugging motion in his gut. He frowned at the strange sensation before turning and walking back the way he had come, letting the strange feeling lead him.
He had lived at the mansion for all his life, and he thought he knew where everything was. It therefore came as a surprise to him when he emerged in an unrecognizable corridor. The walls, although dated, looked new. An old-fashioned crimson carpet winded along the hallway before stopping before a big wooden door.
His gut tugged again, as if urging him to continue on. He walked towards the door and, upon reaching it, opened it, twisting the metal knob with slightly shaking hands. He peered into the room cautiously.
The room was quite spacious; the walls were painted a light beige, and the floor was an orange colour, looking similar to the one in the corridor. There was a window by what looked to be a wooden cabinet, which had paper falling out of it and scattered messily on top. There was a desk in the middle of the room made out of the same wood used to make the cabinet, but what drew his attention to it was the person sitting behind it.
The man was blond, with hair as gravity-defying as his own brown locks. He was wearing a black, pin-striped suit with a matching black mantle, and his eyes were the colour of the sky on a sunny day. Tsuna blinked at the sight of them before realising that they were trained on his own. The blond man opened his mouth, and Italian words filled the air. "Who are you?"
Tsuna opened his mouth to reply before the scene before him disappeared. He found himself back in the classroom at Namimori with a very angry-looking teacher towering before him.
Nezu-sensei looked down at the now awake boy, his irritation at him aggravating him to no end. "If you so choose to sleep during my class, you can find yourself speaking to the Disciplinary Committee!"
Tsuna looked at him with dazed, sleepy eyes, not fully comprehending what the angry teacher in front of him was saying. "Okay," the brunette agreed unconsciously.
Nezu-sensei gave him a dead look. "Impudent student. I'll have you know that, as someone who's graduated from Tokyo University with flying colours, not trying in class will get you nowhere in the future. You'll end up being a failure with no job and no food. You'd be no better than a wild animal."
The brunette looked at him with wide eyes. He could feel the irritation at the situation and his embarrassment at being ridiculed in front of the class fuel the anger inside him, causing his to speak his next words without thinking.
"Excuse me?" his eyes flashed a brilliant orange. "Aren't you meant to be a teacher? Isn't it your job to, I don't know, help us? I don't think that calling us wild animals can be considered very helpful, or is that just how teachers here in Japan are? How did you even get a teaching licence?"
The teacher pushed his glasses to the top of nose. "I'll have you know that I graduated from the prestigious Tokyo University with flying colours. I will not tolerate my students-"
Tsuna interpreted him with a frown on his face. "That makes even less sense! What would someone who graduated from Tokyo University be doing teaching high school students? Surely there was a better job that required your skillset you could have gotten that would have paid more than the average teacher's salary."
Nezu-sensei felt himself start to break out in a cold sweat before his irritation at the student seeped through him. How dare the student speak to me like this!
Yamamoto casted his worried eyes between the two of them. What was TsunaNatsu doing?! nd h corridor doing?! It would have been better if he had just accepted the punishment, but now it looked like there was more than just Nezu-sensei's pride on the line. All the same, he could see the truth and reason behind his words. Yamamoto was a nice guy, and, as much as he disliked his teacher, he didn't believe that Tsuna should be getting into a fight with him on his first day of school.
"Nezu-sensei!" Everyone's eyes drew to the baseball player. "Natsu's been home-schooled all his life so he doesn't know proper high school conduct, especially because this is his first time in Japan since he came from Italy! Please forgive him for all the things he's been saying! Ha-ha!"
A pregnant silence filled the room. Students cast their eyes between Tsuna, Nezu-sensei, and Yamamoto. Then the whispers broke out, growing louder with every second.
"Sawada's a foreigner?!"
"He had almost no accent when he spoke Japanese. I had no idea!"
"He must be so smart that he didn't need to pay attention in the first place! You know, since he's flawless in Japanese!"
"I bet you he was such a trouble maker at his home that his parents sent him here to be reformed!"
"EH?! Is that true?!"
Tsuna watched with wide eyes as the noise level rose. The teacher stared down at him with an impassive gaze before walking back to the front of the classroom. The brunette felt his body tremble as he shut his eyes. What had just happened? What was he doing? Now the class was going to get the wrong idea about him, and rumours would spread around the school! Since when did he become a smart delinquent who was sent here to be reformed?
Through his thoughts, he could faintly hear a bell ringing. When he felt hands cover his trembling ones, his eyes flashed open. "Y-Yamamoto?" He grimaced in mortification at how high his voice sounded.
"It's Takeshi, remember? Anyway it's lunch now, we should go before the others rush over here."
Tsuna nodded and blindly followed the grinning boy up several flights of stairs. He found himself at the roof of the school. He cautiously looked around, taking in the view of the overlooking school yard. "Are you sure we're allowed to be here? There's no one else around."
Yamamoto laughed. "That's because Hibari's here."
"Hibari?" Tsuna's eyebrows shot to his hairline. The Demon Prefect that Brother Ryohei was talking about? A cold metal object was pressed against his neck, causing him to jump in surprise and let out a squeal. "HIEEE!"
Yamamoto looked at Tsuna in surprise, not expecting the girlish sound that came out of his mouth. Tsuna's cheeks reddened and he put a hand on his mouth. How very . . . cute.
"Herbivores are prohibited from entering the rooftop," a voice from behind the brunette stated coldly.
Tsuna spun around and looked at the boy. A black jacket hung over his shoulders with a red armband attached to it. In his hands, he gripped two tonfas, one still threateningly close to Tsuna's head. But what caught the brunette's attention the most was the yellow ball of fluff singing some song from the top of Hibari's head. Tsuna stared intensely at the bird. There was a name for it, he was sure, but he couldn't help but think-
"Hibird."
There was a moment of silence where the two dark-haired boys stared at the smaller one.
Oops. He'd accidently said the name out loud.
The prefect held out his finger, and the yellow ball of fluff jumped onto it. "Hibird! Hibird!"
"Herbivore," Hibari gave him a rare incredulous look, "did you just name my bird?"
"Eh?! Um, I don't know?" Tsuna stuttered out.
The dark-haired prefect readied his tonfas. "I'll bite you to death."
"HIEE!"
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Gokudera Senior hadn't expected that, when he'd enter the room he'd locked his Hayato in, he'd find it very much Hayato-less. Shock had set in, and then panic. Where was his son? It was at that moment, in the middle his panicking, that his butler told him they'd received a summons from Vongola Nono for a mandatory meeting for everyone in the Vongola Alliance.
He'd pushed the search of his missing son to the members of the household as he made his way to the Vongola mansion. He wasn't the first one to arrive nor the last, but what unnerved him the most was Timeoto's expression, although seemingly composed, was very much like his own. Had something happened?
The present Vongola Boss opened his mouth. "Is everyone here?"
The general whispering around the room stopped and several heads shook.
"The Bovino Don isn't here yet," a male in his early twenties observed. Gokudera Senior's memory placed him as the young boss of the Cavallone Famiglia.
Timeoto nodded. "I think that we best start now. The Bovino Don can catch up later. I've called you all here as my grandson, Tsunayoshi, has gone missing. I fear that he has been kidnapped."
Gokudera Senior felt his stomach drop at hearing those words.
"I would like your assistance in his safe retrieval from enemy hands. I've already sent Reborn on his case, but I would like this support as a backup." There was muttering around the room. It was rare and unusual for a mafia don to share a weakness with other famiglia. It has lead to many previous downfalls of many great houses in the past. Then again, Vongola itself was an enigma; what was a vigilante group in the beginning was now the biggest mafia famiglia in all of Italy.
Gokudera-senior cleared his throat. "Timeoto, how long has Tsunayoshi been missing?"
Nono spared a look at the man. "He's been reported missing since yesterday, but it's suspected that he was gone two days prior."
"This may be completely unrelated, but my son has also gone missing." Although he was sure that Hayato had run away, this meeting had sowed the seed of doubt in his mind. There was a hush that went over the group, which was quickly broken by the sound of the wooden door being slammed open. A man with curly hair walked in, muttering an apology about being late while closing the door with the back of his foot.
"Bovino. How nice of you to finally join us." Nono acknowledged him with a tilt of his head.
"Yare, yare. There was trouble back at the base. Lambo, my son, has gone missing." There was an absolute silence that covered the room like a blanket.
A few days later, it was all the news in the Underground that mafia heirs were going missing. All legible heirs were now kept locked up tight in their bases under the highest security that their famiglias could afford.
Reborn, always caught up on any new happenings in the Underground, heard about this series of events quickly. He couldn't help looking heavenward at the stupidity of mankind.
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Tsuna winced as he prodded the inside of his cheek with his tongue. All he remembered was getting whacked in the face by a metal tonfa before waking up in the infirmary with a painful bruise on his cheek. (He had a vague suspicion of how it got there, but wasn't bothered enough by it to ask Yamamoto.)
The brunette couldn't help but feel slightly depressed. He had spent most of his first day at school sleeping in the nurse's office. He wanted to weep, but, when Yamamoto came and picked him up from the nurse's office and told him nonchalantly that the class thought he was skipping because he didn't want to be taught by the teacher, it was all he could do not to stuff his face in the smelly antiseptic-smelling pillow and cry.
He opted instead to let out a moan of distress and cradled his head in his hands as Yamamoto patted his back with a laugh and led him out of the room to guided him home.
Tsuna prodded the inside of his cheek harder, accidently, at the thought. Since when had he begun to refer to Yamamoto's house as home? He flinched at the sudden influx of pain, catching Yamamoto's attention.
"Are you okay Tsuna? Are you sure that you don't want to put some ice on it? I'll go get some ice." The dark-haired boy quickly began to get up, but Tsuna's hand grabbed onto the back of his shirt and pulled him back down to the bedroom floor.
"I-It's fine! It looks worse than it actually feels!" He waved his hand in random gestures.
Yamamoto gave him another guilty look and couldn't help but feel that it was his fault for accidently leading Tsuna to Hibari, thus resulting in him getting the mottled-looking bruise on Tsuna's otherwise cute face.
Natsu gave a small groan as one of Tsuna's random gestures hit the top of his head. "Ah, sorry Natsu!" the brunette hugged Natsu closer to his chest and relaxed as the cub gave a rumbling purr.
"For a moment I thought that you were talking about yourself, ha-ha." Yamamoto stopped laughing as he remembered something. "What does Natsu eat? I've just realised that we've never bought him food. He must be starving!"
Tsuna watched with a deadpan expression as Yamamoto began to act anxious again. "He doesn't need to eat. He's a . . . unique breed."
"Woah! He doesn't need to eat? Wait, is it even a breed of cat? Was it a solar-powered robot this whole time?!" Yamamoto's eyes were as wide as saucers as he looked at Tsuna for an explanation.
"Uh . . ." There was no way he was going to tell Takeshi that Natsu feeds on his flames. That would be breaking omerta, and then he'd have to deal with the Vindice. "Sure." The brunette ignored the reproachful look that Natsu gave him. "Anyway, during class I had a really strange dream!" Tsuna quickly changed the topic.
"Yeah? What happened?"
Tsuna frowned and leaned against the edge of Yamamoto's bed. "I was back in my house in Italy, and I was in my room. When I went outside, there was no one there. Something in my gut led me through several hallways, and I don't know if this was because it was a dream, but I got lost. Like there was a corridor that I've never seen before. Then, I opened the door to a room where another person was in."
Yamamoto watched Tsuna's face carefully. "Who was it?"
Tsuna gave a shrug. "I'm not sure. But they looked pretty familiar. I wonder where I've seen him before . . ."
"Maa, maa. Don't think too hard about it. It's only a dream!"
The brunette nodded, and the dream was quickly forgotten as Tsuyoshi came in and told the boys to help out with the shop.
~O~OO~OOoOO~OO~O~
Gokudera was not having fun. Everything was going great—the customers liked him and he did his job well—before that thing appeared.
It didn't take long for the silver-haired teen to recognise the kid in cow print and start to make a beeline in the opposite direction, trying to get away from the loud child as inconspicuously as possible. But, of course, fate hated him.
"GYHAHAHA! THE MIGHTY LAMBO HAS FOUND THE STUPID-DERA!"
Just ignore him. Maybe he'll go away? Gokudera offered another glass to a lady who gratefully accepted.
"Whose child is that? What bad manners they've taught him."
"Is that a cow?"
When a grubby hand grabbed his black slacks, he knew that his hopes were immediately dashed. Was there no God in this world?
The silver-haired teen gave his harshest glare at the kid and couldn't help feel a the stab of annoyance as the cow brat didn't even flinch under it. "Bovino. What are you doing here?"
The child smirked and placed his hands on his hips, feet spread apart. "The great and mighty Lambo was taking a walk at the beach when he saw the octopus-haired pianist go aboard a boat. Of course, the great and mighty Lambo wanted to come too, so the great and mighty Lambo decided to follow the Stupid-Dera! Gyahahaha! Isn't the great and mighty Lambo so smart?!"
Gokudera resisted the urge to face-palm. "Are you fucking kidding me?! Where were your guards?"
"The great and mighty Lambo left them behind!"
Gokudera took in a deep breath. "Okay, whatever. You're not my responsibility anyway. Do what you want, just don't bring me into your problems."
The child in the cow suit looked up at the older teen with a pout. The only reason that he had gone with the silver-haired teen was because he had noticed him acting suspicious.
"Neh, neh! Tako-head-"
"Don't call me that!"
"- why are you here anyway?" the child looked up curiously.
"None of your business!"
The dark curly-haired child looked up with tears in his eyes due to the tone the older teen used. "Got . . . to . . . stay . . . calm . . . WAHH!"
Gokudera gave a horrified look as Lambo took the Ten Year Bazooka out of his afro and launched it at himself. Pink smoke soon covered the floor and, where the cow brat used to be, now stood a young man in his teens sporting a cow print jacket with wavy-curly hair.
"Yare, yare. What has my younger self done this time?" a slightly deep voice asked as dark eyes met with green.
"Brother Hayato?"
"Do I know you?" the silver-haired teen asked rudely.
"Or not . . . well, you probably do. My younger self just used the Ten Year Bazooka, which you've probably heard about, that allows you to swap places with yourself ten years in the future, but only for five minutes."
"That would mean . . ." Gokudera trailed off.
"Pleasure to meet you Hayato Gokudera; my name is Lambo Bovino from ten years in the future."
Gokudera studied the teen before him. "How is time travel even possible?!"
Ten-years-later Lambo shrugged. "I don't know. You should ask the Bovino technicians. Anyway, before my time runs out, there's something I'd like to ask of you."
Raising an eyebrow, Gokudera nodded. "What?"
"My younger self tends to get into all sorts of trouble and mischief. If it isn't asking too much, could you look out for him?"
Gokudera let out an insufferable sigh. "I'll see what I can do."
Lambo cracked a smile as one eyelid drooped down. "Much obliged. Big Brother Tsuna would be so proud of you." Pink smoke engulfed his figure and, suddenly, the younger version of Lambo was back.
Who's Big Brother Tsuna? Gokudera shook the thought away and focused his attention on Lambo. The sound of the captain's voice soon broke him from his thoughts.
"There have been complaints of loud noises! What's going on? Whose child is this?"
The silver-haired boy straightened up. "Don't worry, I've already taken care of the situation! And this child followed me here, but I'll take full responsibility for him!" He did promise the Future-Lambo that he'd take care of his younger self, and Gokudera wasn't one who went back on his word.
The captain gave him a levelled look. "One more mishap and you and your friend are getting kicked off, even if we're in the middle of the sea. Understood?"
"Understood!"
The Captain walked off, and Gokudera couldn't help but let out a sigh. He looked at the cow brat, who was munching on what looked like purple candy, and couldn't help but sigh again.
Just what exactly had he signed up for?
~O~OO~OOoOO~OO~O~
A man sauntered over to the luggage claim at Namimori Airport, his fedora tipped forward to shade enough of his face so only the slight curve on his lips would show. His black suit stood out from the majority of passengers wearing common and inexpensive clothing, attracting a few to openly stare at him, enamoured by his good looks.
When a familiar luggage came rolling, he effortlessly lifted it up and made his way out of the airport, lips twitching back up into a smirk.
Hmm, where to start his search? Maybe it was time to pay the head of CEDEF's lovely wife a visit. Reborn had been told that Nana was a very hospitable person, after all.
A/N
Hi everyone!
IMPORTANT!
I don't know if I should continue this story as a songfic… would you prefer it if I did or would you prefer it to be a normal story? I'd really appreciate your thoughts since it well determine the layout of this story! And if you guys do decide that you want it to be normal, I won't be rewriting the first chapters but the following ones just won't have songs in them and I'll put a playlist at the bottom if you want to hear the songs that go with the chapter! Don't forget to review who you want Tsuna to end up with in the end!
Speaking of Reviews, thank you to all that did review! I'll be replying to those reviews here!
Bubblepop32 – Indeed it does! I'll be sure to include some unexpected surprises along the way of course ;) I'll try not to discontinue it like my other stories but no promises! :P Thanks for your vote for Gokudera! Once I have more votes I'll start posting a poll!
reginachen10 – I really like the idea of All27 and it'll probably be like that until I settle down on who I want Tsuna to end up with! XD And I totally agree with the fact that Reborn would only go soft for Tsuna! Tsuna's just so cute!
Amaya Ishimoto – Thank you! I'm glad that you find it interesting! :D I wonder what will happen next as well! XD
.Oo – Sorry if there was a lot of content in the first chapter! I'll try to shorten it down a bit but there's so much I want to write and sometimes it's inconvenient to suddenly cut off in the middle without explaining what's happening! You mentioned about wanting to help me? What exactly did you mean by that? Sorry I couldn't quite tell! And I'm glad that you like my story! :D
Guest – Thank you! I'll try my best to!
seryuTammi – Thank you for your review and I apologise for the mistakes that I've made in my writing! I didn't actually reread it before I posted it (which I admit was a mistake) but I'll be sure to do so from now on! And R27! This seems to be the popular vote but I'll wait till I get a few more before I officially declare Reborn the winner! ;)
Guest – Thank you! I'm glad you think so!
Another note! Sorry for the slighty(VERY) late update! I've actually had most of this written by the time I released the first chapter but I had some writers block with dealing with Lambo's introduction so it's taking longer than I originally anticipated.
Also, for those wondering, I don't think I'll be shipping Tsuna with Ryohei as I think that Ryohei and Hana are a much more interesting couple! Sorry if I disappointed anyone!
Until next time!
Limina~