A/N= okay okay...I didn't expect to receive a fairly decent amount of ratings for a first chapter ^^
I was very happy to know. Btw sorry if this chapter is kinda long and there are a few dragged on scenes...but its important so I include it in.
I'm working on my grammar-word choices and punctuation mostly...^^ so sorry if there is something you don't like in here ^^
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Caramel eyes widened in exhaustion.
To Tsuna's surprise, he found himself curling under his blanket—that's right he remembered, he was so scared of the new shufu—tutor that had come to train him to be a mafia boss of the Vongola family to battle the organizations from the Overseers…
Wait..wait…slow down….Tsuna paused. Was it all just a dream? A little baby telling him that Tsuna has the power to battle the organization—the 'bearer of the flames' soon to be the heir of the Vongola family….
It sounded way too fantastic for an eight-grade syndrome imagination, but it was a different story when it comes to real life.
Tsuna slowly got into a sitting position, still on his bed, thinking about the accidents and the risk he'd take if he takes the position of this 'Vongola' family. Was Vongola even real? Is this little baby delusional like he was? Curiosity got him that Tsuna was willing to check it out….
His body was heavy as if the burden of the world was on his shoulders. As Tsuna steadily made his way to his computer desk, he stepped into a lego piece on the floor. The brunette winced;, stepping a lego was always more painful than stepping into a nail—sometimes—not to mention, Tsuna found it irritating how a small, plastic toy can aroused so much pain on his bigger foot. Tsuna groaned inwardly when he noticed his room was scattered with lego pieces, as if a huge wave of legos had crashed into his room.
That's right, these legos were meant to be disperse in his room, for they represent as diamonds and shards Tsuna could collect and exchange them for weapons to battle the organization…
. . . . .
Screw it. It was a long time ago.
Finally, Tsuna reached to his computer desk and switched the monitor on; he watched as the black screen went white and blinked back to his wallpaper of Natsu Dragneel. He narrowed the pointer on the screen to the browser and immediately googled—Vongola Family. A few seconds later, results popped up to the screen and Tsuna instinctively clicked the Wiki on top of the page of the first result…
When the page had finally opened for him, his orange beads ran through the black and blue letters of the first paragraph…
His eyes slowly widened...
Vongola was real.
Tsuna slumped on the chair as if a certain magical user from the overseers had stolen the mana from his body. Tsuna felt his eyes burning up with tears, spikes of needles planted on his skulls, and his heart was throbbing endlessly as if he was running in a race at the Olympics…
Everything was real. Tsuna cursed himself for his eight grade syndrome; why does he have to be so delusional? Well he could be delusional—it was fun nonetheless—but out of all the things he could've imagined, why it was the battle between the organization and Vongola? Not to mention, the Vongola family have been using 'flames' as their symbols; this tells Tsuna that his delusional stories of the 'bearer of the flames' and the organization was no coincidence…
It was fate, from the start. Tsuna's heart sank by the thought…
"It was real, baka-Tsuna." Reborn's voice suddenly found, speaking as if he read Tsuna's thoughts.
"Reborn!" Tsuna threw himself to the floor and begged his knees pleadingly. "Please! I don't want to be the mafia boss! I don't have the cuts for one! I don't have friends, I'm not as brave as Natsu and heck more powerful…"
"Natsu is Natsu. You are you, dame-Tsuna." Reborn muttered while reading Tsuna's shonen jump manga he'd took from the shelf. "Natsu deals with political mages, you deal with mafia. It doesn't make much difference, was it?"
"Reborn! Stop mixing the two together!" Tsuna yelled.
"What? Aren't you the one who mixed them together and rant about the shit of bearer of the flames even though you're just a wimp in reality?" Reborn said matter-of-factly without turning to Tsuna, black eyes glued on the manga before him.
Tsuna sweat dropped; Reborn's words were too blunt like an an arrow, coming from Pit from Icarus, stabbed his heart…
. . .
Never mind.
"By the way." Reborn put the manga away. "Pack up Tsuna. It's time for school."
"What the heck are you talking about?" Tsuna muttered rather sleepily. "It was Sunday, three in the afternoon, what am I supposed to?"
"You imbecile moron." Reborn said; Tsuna jerked by the harsh word coming from a baby. "You curled up in the bed for a day. Now is Monday, quick or else you will be late."
Tsuna scoffed bitterly by Reborn's response and nonchalantly turned to the clock—
….
Reborn was right.
In a flash, Tsuna tucked into his school uniform with a few struggles—mistaking his school blazers for pants, throwing all of the 'delusional' possession from his backpack and bolted downstairs to the front door.
"Mom! Dad! I will be going to school now! Bye!"
Before his mom responds, the brunette slammed the door shut abruptly. Dumbfounded expression was written on the mother's face, but it turned into a mild smile when Reborn bowed to greet his departure before closing the door behind him.
"Dear…" Nana found her voice in her throat. "It's the first time Tsuna doesn't say he was off to Hogwarts."
Hearing his wife's bewildered; yet flat tone, Iemitsu choked on his morning breakfast.
Reborn, as anyone expected, followed Tsuna to school. The brunette was jogging while mumbling 'I wish I have Sonic's shoes right now' or something along the line….Reborn thought that his delusion couldn't be anymore realistic.
"Oh yeah Tsuna," Reborn broke the silence, since he knew Tsuna won't talk to him anyway due to his likable presence by his delusional student. "There will be a new transfer student today."
Tsuna heard Reborn called him the first time without 'dame', so not responding to Reborn might be impolite. "So?" Transfer students are none of my concern." Tsuna said dryly. "And the heck do you know there will be a transfer student?"
"I am your shufu, Tsuna." Reborn replied. It was sarcasm.
"Yeah yeah whatever…" Tsuna mumbled. "I am Pou, you're the shufu…yeah yeah…you know everything…"
The house and his school was not very far to begin with, so Tsuna managed to make it just in time for his relief—thank goodness, Tsuna thought, the teacher won't give him the detention slip….until a threatening voice shattered his fantasy…
"You're almost late, herbivore." A raven-haired third year student snarled at the brunette; he was leaning against the school gate, and his gray, intimidating eyes narrowed. "Five more minutes and the class will start, don't you dare to be late again, or I will bite you to death."
As Tsuna yelped in fear and rushed to the classroom, the coal haired teenager was narrowing his sharp, deathly gaze at the brunette like a predator and its prey. He smirked. "That kid with the eight grade syndrome…. interesting."
As the teenager was about to take his leave, Reborn threw a piece of rock at his wake. The pebble flew passed him, yet it managed to slice a few strands of his hair. Obviously unhappy by the fact, the ill-tempered teenager took a silver tonfa from one of the many pockets in his jacket and set into a typical fighting pose.
As he placed his bag on the table at the back of the classroom, Tsuna sighed in relief. The homeroom teacher isn't here yet, students are still chirping around and the door was still open wide in a welcoming manner.
Tsuna, bored, leaned against the window of his classroom. His mind wandered—mafia, Reborn, Vongola, organization…it was all never a dream; it was real. Like it or not, he needed to set up reinforcements—he meant, he needed to take action to this mafia matter of else it will get him sooner than he thought. Not to mention, he doesn't have subordinates in his party conquest—friends, even if he has one, how will Tsuna explain the whole mafia and organization situation without freaking them out…?
Unless they were delusional too…like him.
"Yo Dame-Tsuna!" a few boys from the class approached to his table, smirking and giggling. "What kind of show will you put today? What will be the organization's next action?"
"Umm..ano—" Tsuna tried to cut. The word "organization" sank on his stomach—it was not a joke anymore.
"Oh my god, the organization reinforcements had come! Prepare the canon guys!" one of the boys imitated Tsuna's delusional acting. "Choo! Choo! And you start taking Nishikawa's water bottle and threw it towards the sky! Hahahahaha!"
"Please, the organization is real." Tsuna's tone was stern. "If you speak lightly of them, they might come and attack you."
But of course, the boys took it as a joke. "Oh look! The bearer of the flames seems scared now! What is it? Too hard to handle? Did your flame runs out, dame-Tsuna? Hahaahha!"
"Please, I'm not joking." Tsuna said rather desperately.
"Oh look at that act! He's acting like everything is serious! You're kidding right Tsuna, the sense in your head seemed to be lacking more than I thought!"
"Oh bearer of the flames!" one of the students begged down on Tsuna's feet while chuckling. "Please save us from salvation!"
The boys were giggling while Tsuna's cheeks were flushing. Calm Tsuna…this was normal. Tsuna had been always being bullied for his eight-grade delusion, for the first time in his life—Tsuna actually cared…
His eight-grade syndrome has been a shield for reality huh…
Suddenly, a familiar clapping hand echoed throughout the classroom and everybody assembled to their seat immediately.
"Today, we have a new transfer student." The homeroom teacher said formally. "He was from Italy…and his name was Gokudera Hayato."
A silver haired teen, dressed like delinquent—flashy accessories and the unfriendly look, sighed as he walked in to the room. The moment he walked in, the classroom was swept with murmurs—especially the girls, who were whispering and giggling how handsome the new kid was, despite the boys had come to fear him in first glance.
Gokudera's eyes suddenly shot to the brunette in the end of the classroom, Tsuna. To everyone's surprise, the silver haired teen run to Tsuna's table at an abnormal speed, and to Tsuna's dismay, kicked his table, hit his face, and sent the brunette across the floor.
"Gokudera Hayato!" the homeroom teacher yelled at the rude newbie. "Please behave yourself! Apologize to Sawada immediately! Sawada! Are you alright?"
Tsuna slowly got to his knees while moaning in pain; his foot was throbbing, and he believed it bleeds. A few other sympathetic students came to help Tsuna gained his footing.
"Oy Tsuna, did you know this guy?" one of the kind students whispered to Tsuna while lifting the brunette up.
"I didn't dammit." Tsuna muttered.
"I guess the 'bearer of the flames' has live up to its name huh?" one of them chuckled.
Tsuna blushed, shrugging it off.
Hayato had no fear of the teacher's anger or the pairs of eyes fired on him. He looked around and gave dagger glances—which made the girls squealed and the boys flinched. Sighing, he marched to the vacant seat beside Tsuna and sank to the chair.
"An eight year syndrome victim as the tenth boss of the family…" Hayato mumbled huskily, yet Tsuna could hear him, flinching. "Cih…how delusional."
The class proceeded normally—even though Gokudera kept giving Tsuna dagger glances, which caused the poor brunette winced in fear. During his fourth period, he received a crumpled letter and the sender was obvious….
Gokudera.
He called Tsuna for a meet up after school on the roof. Tsuna gulped, sweat dropped. Was this a fight? He even stated the winner will be the genuine boss for the Vongola family….well to be frank, Tsuna was more willingly to give up his position and let Gokudera take his stead if the silverette wants to sit and talk…
So time flies and the time had come…
Tsuna was planning to fled, but since Gokudera was his seatmate, he had no other choice or it will be double the trouble the next day they met…
"What? Aren't you the one who mixed them together and rant about the shit of bearer of the flames even though you're just a wimp in reality?"
Tsuna couldn't have agreed more to what Reborn said. He was a wimp, even the class had stamped his as 'Dame' Tsuna; besides his heavy eight grade syndrome effect, his grades were lower than average, suck at sports and basically…. good for nothing. Tsuna never thought about his situation when he was still infected—oblivious with the fact and just don't care about what people say—for he was the 'bearer of the flames' to defeat the organization….who was different from everybody else….
But it was just an infection!
Nonetheless, Tsuna packed his items and leave the classroom….off to the rooftop; his fate awaited for him.
"Oh there you are, little delusional boy." Gokudera scoffed at the brunette, a cigarette stick between his lips.
"H-Hi, Gokudera…" Tsuna tried to hide the fear of his voice. "W-What do you want?"
"I was fed up with the fact that a delusional kid like you should be the boss of the Vongola family. Look no matter how you look at it, I was more suited to be a boss than you!"
"Well calm down Gokudera-kun.." Tsuna gulped nervously, fidgeted his fingers. "We can talk about this…"
"No." Gokudera spitted his cigarette and took out a few red sticks…. dynamites?! "We will settle this one-on-one. Last one standing wins!"
Oh…in the name of…
Suddenly Reborn popped out of nowhere and landed on Tsuna's tall, brown hair. "Tsuna. Tsuna!" he whispered. "Use your eight grade syndrome imagination."
"WHAT?!" Tsuna exclaimed, did he hear it right?
"During manga or games, what will the main character do if they were in these kind of situation?"
Tsuna sweat dropped, but he answered it anyway, rather mildly. "Summon a weapon and defeat it."
"Then do it."
"Reborn! You're not serious!" Tsuna was crying now. "I told you don't mix the two together!"
"Trust me, Tsuna." Reborn's voice was stern, yet full of certainty that Tsuna was almost convinced. "Do you know why only some of us get eight grade syndrome?"
Tsuna hesitated.
"Because the imagination of eight grade syndrome is real. It was real, Tsuna. And only some of us are meant to hold that power…"
Tsuna, to be frank, was rather fired up by Reborn's words. His caramel eyes widened with hope; maybe he could start believing.
"…even though you're just a wimp in reality?"
"No…I'm not a wimp…" Tsuna gritted his teeth. "I'm not…I'm not! And I will not be one!"
"Then believe, Tsuna!"
"Alright Reborn!" Tsuna was shock to found the enthusiasm in his voice. "It's time to fight…."
Tsuna squared his shoulders and let his caramel eyes met Gokudera's sharp, olive ones. Gokudera's eyebrows rolled, noticing the different air coming from the brunette.
Somehow he was more….confident.
Tsuna dug his pocket and took a pair of old mittens, sighing. "Damn…I only have this with me. This weapon was not good enough…"
"Oy delusional bastard!" Gokudera was yelling now. "Are you afraid now? Do you need the toilet?"
"Yes, you're right, I'm delusional." Tsuna's voice was deep, as if a whole new energy was penetrated inside him. "But that's why, I am the bearer of the flames! The one who will fight alongside Vongola and defeat the organization!"
Tsuna instinctively do his usual battle pose—side stepped his feet and crossed his arms, equipped with his old mittens. "My name was Sawada Tsunayoshi, bearer of the flames…"
Gokudera's eyebrows rolled in amusement.
"…The power I had was given by the god of the sky. To repay his kindness, In the name of the sky, I banish you out of this world and send you to hell. May the god of the flames give you mercy for your treacherous act!"
Suddenly, a burst of fire burnt his shoulders—it was hot, but warm enough that it didn't harm himself. In the middle of his tall brown hair, a spark of fire lit on his forehead, his caramel eyes turned to sharp orange.
"What the hell…" Hayato gaped.
"Now Gokudera Hayato!" confidence fueled in Tsuna's voice. "Let's see who is more delusional now…"
"Cih! I am not delusional! You autist freak!"
"But I sense a delusional power from you…" Tsuna said. "The dynamite…was your weapon, isn't it? It was a good weapon for an eight grade victim toy."
"M-M-Minister Uma had entrusted me these superpower dynamites to battle the organization!" Hayato's words run from his lips. "This dynamites bear the power from the outer dimension! With one blow, it will shred all matter into pieces! This bullet was made of justice and love from the umas—"
"Hehehehe…" Tsuna chuckled huskily. "That imagination is delusional than I am….uma..aliens…"
"Shut up you flames bearer from the east!" Hayato was flushing now. "I will show you…the training I have in the outer continent will paid off!"
"Then let us see, who is more delusional." Tsuna smirked.
As Tsuna and Gokudera were about to charge to one another, Reborn was at the upper school roof, gun in hand, smirking. "The dying will bullet for eight grade imagination…. seemed to be effective for him."
"Hmph." The black haired teenager beside him hesitated. "Is this what you're going to show me, little baby?"
"Sort of." Reborn said. "Was this interesting?"
"Well….at least I have something amusing to watch for now." the teenager smirked in mischief. "For your offer, I will think about it…especially if those two little herbivores destroyed the school roof for they little-childish game."
"That's good to hear, Kyoya Hibari." Reborn turned to Hibari, whose dagger-like eyes were glued on the battle before him.