I should thank both RW21287 and NyanNyan-suru for fixing my mistakes. Hopefully I didn't make any on this update... Anyways, I was also thinking about letting you reviewers help me out a bit... It's more like suggestions. I would really appreciate it if you did help me out. :D
Enjoy reading!
~SiP
"Dame-Tonari, wake up." A green mallet smacked the blonde teen.
"Seriously, what's with you and a heavy mallet?" Said blonde groaned as he got up. Subconsciously, he looked at the clock on his bedside table His honey-brown eyes widening, turning heel he went to go get ready. "Damn! I'm going to be late!"
An exact record of thirty minutes had passed when Tonari changed clothes, washed his face and ran downstairs; grabbing a piece of toast from the table while smashing his feet into his shoes. Heading out he said his farewell. "I'm off kaa-san!"
"Alright, bye Na-kun!" Nana called after her son, cheerily. She continued her cooking, humming a light tune.
Tonari was part way through the way for school when Reborn spoke up. The hitman was nestled on the blonde teens hair. "You completely missed your soccer practice."
"Of course I did! I was up late last night finishing my homework!" A second later, he did a take back. "Since when did you get on my head!?"
"You're real slow, Dame-Tonari." Reborn remarked.
"That doesn't even answer my question!" Said teen just yelled at him. He then shook his head, keeping up his pace. Reaching the school grounds, the bell rang, making Tonari more jittery. He quickened his pace and had made it to his class before the teacher. Relaxing only when he reached his desk. Reborn had already left his spot to settle himself on a tree that faced Tonari's classroom. Nami-chuu was a typical Japanese school, Reborn examined the building. He would contribute to the secret passageways later, after dealing with his student. He returned his attention back towards the classroom.
Unbeknownst to him, a student entered the grounds of the said school. He gazed at the building, and then looked back at the horribly drawn map on the piece of paper. The said boy sighed as he made his way inside, muttering along the way. "He really needs art lessons; I can barely understand what he draws! Even better, write some directions… oh wait… he can't write either… then just how can he read?"
As the teen made his way to the office room, classes had started. It was currently mathematics, and Nezu-sensei was his usual self. Tonari was furiously taking down notes, a mechanical habit he had adapted to. While he could write every word that the thick-rimmed sensei was talking about, it had its downside. As usual, Nezu-sensei would boast about his day in University. Of course, Tonari being mechanical, recorded it all. He also rewrote his notes at home so it could be neater. It doubled his workload just to depict the mathematical stuff, meshed in with the bizarre stories.
"SAWADA!" Nezu-sensei shouted at the said boy, finally giving his attention.
"Yes sensei?" Tonari stood up from his seat.
"PAY ATTENTION WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" Nezu raged. Tonari merely sighed, which encouraged the flushed teacher even more. "Impudent brat! I always see you scribbling in your notebook, head down! Just what are you doing? Let me see what you've written!"
He stomped over angrily and snatched the notebook from the desk, making the pencil clatter onto the ground. The blonde teen huffed as he bent over to pick up the fallen object. Nezu flipped through the notebook, astounded with the small chicken scratches scribbled across the lines of the notebook. "What is this?!"
"My notes, if you haven't noticed." Tonari replied.
Nezu slapped the notebook on the blonde teen's desk, seemingly satisfied with the loud sound. He continued to rant. "Notes wouldn't be impossible to read, nor would it be chicken scratches! You impudent brat!"
Something snapped in the blonde. He stated calmly. "Do you know why I get the lowest grades in your class specifically, oh-so-dear-Nezu-sensei?"
"What are you trying to–" Nezu was cut off.
"Do you know why I struggle in your class specifically, oh-so-dear-Nezu-sensei?"
"What the h–" Once again Nezu was cut off.
"Do you know why I don't get anything in your class specifically, oh-so-dear-Nezu-sensei?"
"The hell you–" He was cut off again.
"Do you know why I write so small in my notebooks, oh-so-dear-Nezu-sensei?"
"The f–" This time Nezu was cut off by Tonari opening his desk to get something. All the while he spoke, calmly.
"The reason is all the same thing, they are just one simple reason. Can you guess what it is? I'm sure you know it yourself, quite well. Don't you think?" He looked up and smiled icily. Then returned to grab things from his desk. Continuing his small speech. The rest of the class went quiet with the drama before them. "Ever since day one, you've dragged the whole class down. Always starting on the lesson, then you start picking on someone. What's worse, you don't pick up where we last left off. Always starting a brand new topic each day. Always a repetition. For that fact, you talk way too much. Pity that it isn't used properly. Like true University professors."
Nezu paled considerably. "Y-y-y-yo-you d-d-d-don't m-m-mean…!"
"Oh yes, while writing my notes your boasts naturally came in." Tonari nodded as he shut his desk plopping fifteen notebooks on his desk. Papers in each of them were stapled and neatly tucked into one notebook. "Talking a lot has a toll on trees, no? I nearly feel sorry for them."
"W-wh-what's th-this got t-to do w-with my talk?!" Nezu stuttered.
"You still don't get it?" Tonari asked, genuinely amazed. He shook his head. "Then let me clear it for you; you're lessons only lasted about ten lines. About ten minutes of the whole class before you picked on someone. And these notebooks are proof. What's more you're stories never make any sense. You've repeated one about ten times all different."
Nezu was speechless. Murmurs ran around the whole class with the revelation. Reborn, from his position in the tree, smirked. It took guts to talk back to a teacher. He continued watching, making a note to see those notebooks later.
Inside the halls, the teen sighed miserably. "Is this a maze? I can't even find the office…"
"Herbivore, what are you doing here on private property." Said teen turned around to be met with a raven haired Skylark. The infamous disciplinary committee president, Hibari Kyoya. His jacket swaying slightly on his shoulders.
The teen chuckled, earning a glare from the Skylark's cobalt eyes. "Sorry, sorry, I was looking for the office you see, but I ended up getting lost. Circling the school ten times now. You see I'm a transfer student, nice to meet you."
Hibari stared at the new student before turning heel, and spoke commandingly. "Come."
"Hai." The student followed obediently, a smile on his face.
Class had ended early, since Nezu just left the room. Completely pale. Tonari ended up sleeping the whole class away, nobody even bothered to wake him. Afraid that he would snap at them. Reborn took this time to walk around looking for peculiar areas for openings for his secret hideouts. He headed inside the school, casually walking through the hallways. He stepped into the shadows watching the people pass by. The one leading was most definitely Hibari Kyoya. The second he didn't recognize, judging from his clothes, a new student probably. Masking his presence, Reborn followed. Both teens entered the disciplinary committee room, shutting the door behind them. The hitman cursed under his breath. Leon scuttled down to his master's shoulder, transforming into a stethoscope. He listened in on the conversation.
"So you're a transfer student."
"Yup."
"Papers, herbivore."
"Hold on… here it is."
"… You come from Italy?"
"My general area of living."
"Hn. Did you go to school there?"
"… Yeah, I guess you can say that."
"Yet your name is of Japanese origin. Why is that?"
"… That's something I need to clear myself I was told that my birthplace was Namimori itself, funny don't you think?"
The name was soon revealed in the passing conversation, stunning the hitman into astonishment. The rooms occupants continued on.
"Here's the uniform, come tomorrow to attend your classes, which are indicated on the slip of paper."
"Alright thanks, I'll be leaving now. Thank you." Footsteps became louder, the door opened. The transfer student paused before turning back to face Hibari inside. A smile donned his face. "I'm looking forward in being your acquaintance."
He left before the Skylark could retort. Reborn pulled his fedora down, covering his eyes. His expression grim. He hopped off of the fire hydrant, a ways off from the previously mentioned room. "This is unexpected."
He then smirked. "This could get interesting."
He left, headed to meet up with his student on the way home.
Back in the classroom, last block of the day commenced, Tonari shivered. His classmate behind him questioned him in curiosity. "Are you alright, Tonari?"
Tonari smiled. "Yeah, just cold."
"If you say so." The teen returned his attention back to the lesson. Tonari turned as well, his smile dropping. For the rest of the class, and school day, he had a terrible stomachache.
Outside of the school grounds, the transfer student made his way through Namimori St. He took in the area, noting where everything was. Fifteen minutes later, the final bell rang in Nami-chuu. Adjourning the day. The wandering teen stopped in front of the peaceful looking house.
Looking down, he read the sign. "Sawada…"
"Ara?" The teen turned to see a honey haired brunette woman. "Do you need something?"
"You must be Sawada Nana, right?" The teen questioned, he smiled warmly.
The said woman gazed at the teen, subconsciously shifting the grocery bag in her hands. She wasn't sure why it was painful in her chest, it just started when she had set her eyes on the teen in front of her house. She replied anyway. "Yes that would be me, but who are you exactly? I'm sure I don't know you do I?"
"Neither do I know you…" The teen chuckled nervously, his eyes constantly shifting as he shifted from foot to foot. "But… how do you say this?... Tadaima, okaa-san?"
Nana's chocolate eyes widened, her mouth gaped in utter shock. The groceries fell to the floor, spilling on the pavement. The painful feeling made sense. She now knew why it had hurt. Tears sprung into her eyes as she ran over to hug the teen, crying as she squeezed him. A soothing hand was placed on her back, patting rhythmically. She pulled away from the teen, and smiled brightly. "Okaeri, Tsu-kun."