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"Tsu-kun, how way school!-?" his mother asked excitedly as Tsuna walked in the door.

His mother had been busy and hadn't been able to pick him up so the nice, old lady from next door had escorted him home.

"Horrible," he replied with a pout.

"Give it a time Tsu-kun, you won't be able to avoid school for the rest of your life," Nana said.

"No, but I can try," the brunet respond before quickly escaping upstairs to the comfort of his room.

His day had already been overwhelmingly awful. He didn't need his mama's pestering making it worse.

He'd cried, on the first day no less, he had been pushed over and hurt his knee, he'd made an (accidental) enemy and to top it all off he had to return to that appalling place tomorrow!

"End my suffering now, Kami-sama," Tsuna groaned, grabbing his fluffy white pillow in a tight embrace as he buried his face into the bed.

He heard an elderly guffaw behind him. "I take it you had fun today, Tsunayoshi," Timoteo said.

Tsuna sat up and turned to his grandfather, blatantly unhappy with him and nearing the point of wholeheartedly verbalising his displeasure. If it wasn't for the fact that he'd only known the old geezer for a week and that he was his papa's boss (which was apparently a big thing) he would have flown into a rage already.

"I hated it," Tsuna replied venomously.

"Now, now there is no reason for you to get snippy with me young whipper snapper," his grandpa said with mirth.

Tsuna's mouth formed a tight line as he tried to prevent himself from losing his temper. His grandpa was kind and warm but that didn't make up for him convincing his parents to send Tsuna to school.

"I don't ever want to go back, ever," Tsuna said firmly.

Tsuna's grandfather sighed. "One good thing must have come from today," Timoteo reasoned.

"...Well...I did make friends," Tsuna said quietly.

"That's marvellous!" the older male exclaimed.

No. Not marvellous. Utterly catastrophic. Tsuna seemed to make friends in all the wrong places. When he was three he had made friends with the neighbourhood dog who was put down a few weeks later for being a 'menace to society'. This in turn had scarred him, dissuading him from making friends with anyone for years. Now he'd managed to make friends with the class outcast and a bully! It didn't get more complicated than this.

"You just don't get it," the brunet said with a shake of his head.

Timoteo stood there with a befuddled look on his wizened face. The complexities of a child's mind were lost to him.

"Tsuna, my brave little man! How was school?" Iemitsu asked, suddenly appearing in Tsuna's doorway.

"Papa!" Tsuna exclaimed, abandoning his pillow to run up to hug the muscular man, "it was terrible."

"Terrible as in terribly entertaining?" he ventured as he released the small boy.

"No, terrible as in terrible," Tsuna replied, his brow furrowed in distaste.

"Give it time," Iemitsu said, his message and tone an exact copy of mama's earlier one.

Tsuna picked up his discarded pillow and pressed it to his face, making a loud noise of annoyance into the fluffy softness.


"Then it went 'BOOM!' in his face and his eyebrows burnt off," Gokudera animatedly recounted.

"That sounds dangerous," Tsuna said timidly.

"And destructive," Hibari added.

"Shut up, Hibari," Gokudera hissed.

Kyoya outwardly flinched. The silver haired preschooler had been openly displaying his dislike of the black haired toddler the whole day and for the life of him Tsuna couldn't figure out why he was being so cruel. Sure, the black haired boy was quiet and just a little bit sullen but that was no reason to be so mean.

"I'm s-sorry," Hibari stammered.

"No, you don't have to apologize. Gokudera, say sorry," the brunet said firmly. Taking on his role as the peacekeeper.

The silverette rolled his eyes and said in the least apologetic tone Tsuna had ever heard, "sorry."

The brunet would have smacked his head against the desk at the insincerity were it not for the sudden appearance of Yamamoto and Basil.

"Gokudera, why are you hanging out with them?" Yamamoto demanded.

"Me and Sawada are friends now," Gokudera replied defiantly.

"No you're not!" Yamamoto exclaimed, grabbing Gokudera and trying to force him from the seat he had taken next to Tsuna.

Then it began. The first official preschool rumble.

Gokudera and Yamamoto bit and kicked and hit and scratched. All the while the entire classroom watched on in silent curiosity. No one moved to stop the fight nor did anyone go to fetch the absent teacher. The bystanders simply watched and waited for the outcome of the battle.

The tumble could have gone on for ages. Someone might have ventured out to retrieve to teacher or one of the fighters could have emerged triumphant. But instead something...or rather someone halted the brawl.

Three boys, all dressed in the customary yellow blazer and dark slacks of Vongola Middle School, abruptly materialized in the little classroom.

They all donned scowls and wore their uniforms in ways that made them look even more frightening than they already were.

The boy with silver hair had traded the customary, plain school shoes for studded boots and had a sword slung over his back, covered by a dark scabbard. His blazer was undone and hung down over his stomach.

The middle schooler with extremely spiky hair and a lip piercing decorated his uniform with chains and various other strange trinkets that all matched his studded nose ring.

Then there was a fearsome, dark haired middle schooler whose yellow blazer was carelessly flung over his shoulders and fluttered out over his back like a cape. He wore terrifying army boots that looked like they would crush you in the slowest and most painful way possible. He scowled in scariest manner Tsuna had ever seen.

"Voi, little brats, boss is looking for someone and you better tell him where they are if you don't want to get hurt!" the silver haired sword bearer yelled.

The preschoolers visibly paled. "Yes," they replied fearfully.

"Where is Tsunayoshi Sawada?" the spiky, lip-piercing guy asked.

Ten fingers without delay pointed in the direction of the terrified boy.

"I have something for you," the scariest boy in the trio said, reaching into his blazer.

Tsuna's eyes widened as the older boy began to search inside his coat before grabbing onto something and slowly pulling it out.

"My old man sent me to give this to you, trash; you forgot it this morning and there wasn't anyone else to drop it off," he said, crouch down and offering the brunet his lunch box.

Tsuna slowly crept up to the middle schooler and carefully received the little bento. "Thanks ummm," the brunet drawled.

"Xanxus," the older male replied coolly.

"Oi, boss we're gonna be late," Squalo reminded the olive skinned tyrant.

"Well the trash is just going to have to deal with our lateness," he said, turning to leave despite his previous statement.

Xanxus felt a small hand softly tug on his jeans and looked down to see a quivering head of fluffy hair.

"Ah...eto...your dad is...ummm Timoteo, right?" Tsuna asked.

"Yeah," the dark haired boy answered.

"M-maybe sometime he...he can ask you over? And we can play?" the brunet asked, turning his chocolate orbs on the defenceless middle schooler.

Xanxus froze. He couldn't play. Unless that play was 'see how many bullets the kid can dodge'. Hell, Xanxus didn't even know his old man was visiting Japan until that day when he'd got a phone call asking him to drop lunch off to some random kid. But...

"Maybe," Xanxus said grudgingly.

Tsuna smiled widely, "I'll talk to grandpa about it when I get home, it'll be so much fun!"

"Un," Xanxus said in reply, "see ya round, little trash."

"Bye, bye Xanxus!" Tsuna exclaimed happily.

Then as quickly as the group came they were gone. Though noises could heard coming from down the end of the hallway and at one point Tsuna swore he heard 'you're turning weak, boss!' followed by the sound of gunshots.

"Scary," Kyoya breathed.

"I don't think Xanxus was that scary," the brunet said.

"Eh?" Gokudera noised, "are you out of your mind, he was the scariest one out of all of them!"

"I agree with Gokudera, he was scary," Hibari said.

"You're wrong, Xanxus isn't scary at all! He-" Tsuna protested.

It was at the exact moment that the bell decided to ring and Fon spontaneously emerged out of nowhere. "Time to be begin, everyone take your seats," he said.

"Yes, teacher," the class said in unison, attempting to put the chaos from the start of the day behind them and settle down.

Tsuna made a small noise of frustration at the interruption before deciding it was all in the past now and any more info on the subject would just be mindless blabber.

"Today we're going to have our first mafia based lesson so I expect you all to listen well," Fon elaborated, picking up a piece of chalk and moving to write on the chalk board.

Tsuna stared up at Fon, a perplexed look upon his young face. He raised one hand.

"Yes, Tsuna?"

"What's 'the mafia?'" he asked.

The pale white piece of chalk dropped from Fon's fingers and his slitted eyes expanded to the size of small dinner plates.

"Wha-What's the mafia you say," Fon said, a crooked smile on his usually beaming face.

"Mhm"

"Well..."


Silence pervaded the air. Only the small sound of knives and forks clicking together could be heard and even that was as faint as the sound of the wind on a calm night.

"So, Tsuna, learn anything interesting at school today?" the blonde haired father asked.

"I learn about ma-" Tsuna started.

"Maths! Yes, I remember when I was younger, maths seemed kind of puzzling at first then I got older and the confusion persisted as the equations became harder," Timoteo continued.

"Well that sounds nice, Tsu-kun," his Mama said, "ara, that reminds me, did you get your lunch?"

"Yes, I got it," Tsuna said, turning to smile at his mother before directing his attention elsewhere, "grandpa, can Xanxus come over to play sometime?"

The old man's wizened brow creased in worry. His son was never the playing type. Even when he was a child he didn't get on particularly well with others. It would certainly be risky to have him play with Tsuna, even getting him to drop off the preschoolers lunch was a hazard. Xanxus was as unpredictable and unusual as a hail storm in the desert.

"Perhaps, I may be able to invite him over on tomorrow, after school," Timoteo replied hesitantly.

"Boss..." Iemitsu said uncertainly, remembering his brief meeting with the boy. Xanxus had been unsociable and rude; the blonde really wouldn't consider him the best playmate for his little boy. Tsuna was timid and fragile while Xanxus was...Xanxus.

"I'll make sure he behaves and we'll be here the whole time," the elderly man reasoned.

"Ara, is this your son we're talking about?" Nana asked.

"Yes," Timoteo replied.

"I'd be happy to have him over, he was such a polite boy," Nana said with a radiant smile.

"Ah~ Honey, you light up my world," Iemitsu cooed lovingly, his previous worries forgotten.

"Ewww," Tsuna remarked as the two began to speak baby talk to each other and blow kisses from across the table.

Timoteo shook his head. Some things would never change about his idiotic CEDEF boss.

"Come, Tsuna, let's go watch a movie," the old man said, getting up and offering his hand to the tiny boy.

"Anything to get away from here," he replied, rolling his eyes and taking the bony but strong hand of his grandfather.


Nufufufufu, wondering what's going to happen next? Well, you'll have to come back and see next chapter.

Oh and btw if they don't seem that young it's because I'm using my 6 year old cousin as a basis for what kid's should be like and she has an amazingly vocabulary. She was at the beach one time and casually used gingerly in a sentence. I can't even use gingerly in a sentence!

I'm so ashamed I was typing away then I looked back over what I'd done and instead of putting in CEDEF I'd put in UNICEF.

Anywho, see ya'll all later.