Hey guys!

I'm going to put a very, VERY important info here: Kendo…

Why do I say that? Well let's just say- (mouth is suddenly covered by two pairs of hands)

Conan: Be quite!

Heiji: Do you really want to give spoilers out!?

FXF91: (finally got their hands off of me) You guys are perverts is what I want to say!

(Both of them are blushing realizing what they did to the author-ess)

Ran and Kazuha (unfortunately close by): You guys are the worst!

(Now both of them are trying to get them out of their bad mood.)

FXF91: Anyways, back to what I was saying before I was rudely interrupted; I have no knowledge of Kendo, and I know most/some don't know what or how it is done. "Watching too much anime with several of them involving kendo and I still don't know".

Yamamoto: Haha, at least it's better than not knowing anything about it.

Tsuna: Yeah, so don't take it too hard on yourself.

FXF91: Umm… thanks… but Tsuna, what are you doing here? I'm sure that you don't appear in this chapter?

Gokudera: Be glad that Jyuudaime even decided to come here in the first place! (Tsuna and Yamamoto are now dragging him back to their own room)

(Kogoro appears, glaring at me as he wrote with a marker in a notebook then showed it to me)

FXF91 (sweat-drop): "Please get my voice back to normal…" (looks up and smiled sheepishly) sorry can't do that just yet, but don't worry you will be back to normal for your appearance in this story and the other story you are in.

(He takes the notebook and then gives back)

FXF91: "I better be as good as new for Okino's next concert tomorrow…" (Another sweat-drop) Umm I don't know if I can…

Kogoro (now ticked off, yelling with high chipmunk's voice): THEN GET TO WORK!

Hibari (was sleeping close by darkened very close behind the old man as I inched away): Those that disturb my sleep will be bitten to death.

FXF91 (background of screaming chipmunk's voice): T-that's all for now… so enjoy this crossfic.

Reborn (landing on my head): Ciao, Ciao.

Chapter 4: New Student, New Teacher

"Nice ta' meet ya' as well, umm… Takeshi-han," Haiji said, not sure why but he was feeling a bit overwhelmed with the others presence as he shook this hands. Immediately upon contact he could tell this person has been practicing for a while with the layer of callouses on his hands. "So what's this about a challenge?" he asked curiously eyeing the newcomer, "Judgin' by ya's accent I know that ya' don't live aroun' Osaka… close ta' Tokyo perhaps; Also, I have never seen ya' around the school grounds so ya' must be a new student."

"Haha, you really are good at deduction skills, just as the informant says," Yamamoto laughed with a huge friendly smile, not seeing a slight twitch of the detective's eyebrow as he continued, "Yeah, I just transferred in. I heard that you were in this school and one of the top in the Kendo club. So I decided to have a go."

Heiji inwardly narrowed in gaze. When he said 'informant' he knew that this person didn't get interested because of his fame from the media. No, it was from a person directly, and someone that has access to more information than necessary for a simple profile check.

"Is this guy from the Black Org.?" he thought, but he pushed it to the side realizing that it was a ridiculous thought. The person was the same age as him, from what he could tell. There were no signs of being in a disguise either so it was impossible for the notorious actor/agent. However it didn't stop him from worrying as an image of a certain chibi rival popped up. He quickly shook his head and looked at the challenger, quickly grinned like he usually does when he finds something interesting, "Ho~ ya' that confident in ya's Kendo huh? Put on your protective gear then and let's see what ya' got!" he said walking back to his stuff and took out his gear from his bag with Yamamoto getting a spare to put on.

Quickly the Kendo members cleared, hearing that a challenge was announced. They sat around the edge as the two fully armed swordsmen stood in the middle with a referee, not too close to the middle.

"What are the winning points, Heiji-sempai?" the ref asked so that the practice would be contained by the rules.

"Let's do 'one knee down'," Heiji suggested.

"That's fine with me," the other said still with his friendly gaze, "But I hope you don't mind if I will be doing my own style?"

Heiji blinked understanding that this person wasn't a kendo fighter but a sword style user. The ref and the other members stared, and some whispered amongst themselves.

"Well that's rare, but alright," the Osakan detective agreed surprising everyone, "However, let's set some ground rules if ya' are goin' ta' be usin' your style, otherwise I'll be at a disadvantage," the other stayed silent waiting for him to continue, "1) No flight attacks, such as jumpin' overhead. 2) No using your limbs ta' disarm your opponent. And 3) try not ta' knock me unconscious will ya'."

Yamamoto's smile could be seen through his helmet as he heard the rules, "Now that's kind of going to be tough, but I get it."

They first bowed at each other in respect, and then took positions. At first Heiji thought that Yamamoto was playing with him as he held a stance of a sword draw movement. However, when he saw the brown eyes suddenly went from friendly to serious, a tingling chill went down his spine. The ref, too, felt the dangerous aura and almost backed away until he bravely started the fight.

In an instant Yamamoto was gone from his sight. At first he thought that he was on coming from his left, as it is always the right side that people would look at first. When he realized he was wrong he dodged just in time to see a swing from his right side using the momentum to do a backflip, which he miraculously did with the heavy armor. This time it was his turn to charge and he swung his shinai with precision towards the head, only to meet with empty space as Yamamoto had ducked, gracefully, and swung his shinai around faster than the last time. Heiji was watching so attentively to the move, for a slight second, he swore he saw a blade instead of a usual shinai. Using as much as he could from the awkward position, clenching his teeth he forced his body to turn and bring the shinai in front and let the shinai clash with his. The force was so strong that his fingers were numb, but he couldn't let go as the strength from behind it was continuing to build. Heiji looked through his mask to his opponents and saw the gaze of complete battle mode.

He wasn't even thinking after he saw the gaze. Letting the strength overwhelm him then used the weight and the help of his legs to kick Yamamoto over and above him, was so surprising for him. After the move, and the adrenalin leaving his system, he laid panting tiredly as he looked at his opponent, who was also lying on his back doing the same. The Kendo students, who were silent and too absorbed with the intense fight, broke their daze and quickly surrounded them and helped them up. However, all they could manage was to sit up and removing their masks.

"Wow that was intense, Yamamoto-san!" one of the members that helped the new student up said with admiration completely written all over him.

Yamamoto however was silent as he wiped his sweat off.

"That wasn' like ya', Heiji, ta' break your own rule like that," the Kendo captain said handing the Osakan detective a towel and a large water-bottle which he graciously drank eagerly.

After a dozen gulps he sighed, "I didn' have much of a choice Kento-sempai," he looked at his opponent who was also doing the same before getting up and walking over.

"That was a great fight, Heiji-san," Yamamoto said then smiled apologetically with his hand outstretched, "Sorry about that earlier. Usually I could control myself from getting so serious, but the fight with one of the top Kendo just got my blood running."

Seeing the guilt in his eyes Heiji relaxed and reached up to grab his hand and was immediately pulled up, "Well it's not my first loss so I forgive ya'. But seriously ya' really have a great form to be able to move so fast like that!"

"Hahaha, that's just because of my daily training," the other said with his usual friendly smile on his face.

All of a sudden the morning chime rang making everyone look up in shock and panic.

"Crap we're goin' ta' be late for class!" Heiji yelled as everyone hassled around the dojo to get the stuff into their proper places and changed quickly into their school uniform.

Yamamoto and Heiji were already done and were zooming across the courtyard towards the building and up the stairs. Heiji was already halfway up the stairs when he realized that Yamamoto was still following, "Is your class this way too?" he asked as they turned the corner.

"I think we are in the same class," he answered taking out his phone, which was the newest model, and started searching for the right document, balancing his bag and shinai under his arm at the same time, "Yup definitely in the same class," he smiled putting his phone away.

Heiji just looked at him feeling that this person wasn't a normal student. Something glinted under the teen's shirt making him look at it. A weird miniature sword with what looked like a spiral of blue water design surrounding the swords edge, a dog's head at the hilt and below it was an elegantly designed X on top of a blue stone. There were words around it that he couldn't see really well and he didn't have time to contemplate as they finally reached the classroom, opened the door, getting in just as the first bell to start. Luckily the teacher wasn't in and they sighed in relief as they sagged to the floor with no energy left.

"The next time ya' challenge me, do it after school," Heiji commented at his new buddy.

"Yeah, I'll remember that," Yamamoto laughed but was interrupted.

"Heiji! What took ya' so long ya' Ahou!? Practice should have ended a few minutes ago and ya' come in late!" Heiji winced as Kazuha yelled getting up from her seat where her friends were gathered and headed towards them. But then she looked down at the other boy, "Who's that?" The rest of the classmates also looked over to see the new kid that had followed their Detective/Kendo star.

"Ah, this is-" he was going to introduce but the sliding of the door cut him off.

"I'll take over from there, Hattori-kun, just get back to your seat," a man with blond hair with a gentle brown eyes entered holding a stack of papers in hand. His work clothes were close that that of a professional if it wasn't for the designed shirt underneath. Almost all the girls squealed when they saw him.

"And who are ya', An-chan?" Heiji asked covering one side of his ears that was being affected by the squeals.

"Dino!" Yamamoto exclaimed standing up with a big smile as Heiji stared in shock of the acquaintance, "I didn't hear about you transferring here from him."

He took that back…

"Let's just say that he was a little worried about you," Dino said taking out glasses from where it hung on his shirt pocket before going back to serious mode, "And it's Dino-Sensei, Takeshi-kun."

"Ah, sorry," he apologized rubbing the back of his head before continuing worryingly as he looked around as if expecting something else, "But what about you're… friends? They are here right?"

"Oh don't worry they are here, anyways let's get the class started shall we," Dino looked at Kazuha and Heiji, who were the only ones that were not in their seat. Kazuha blushed realizing the fact and wrapped her arm around the teen detective, dragging him to the seat next to her before sitting down herself. Satisfied that the class was in order he went up to the teacher's desk and wrote his own then Yamamoto's name on the blackboard.

Yamamoto stood next to the desk facing the students in a carefree attitude until the blond faced forward himself.

"I'm Chiavarone Dino, your new homeroom teacher that will be replacing Kitamoto-sensei who has left for personal reasons," he said smoothly with a crooked getting sighs from the girls once again then he motioned for the smiling teen next to him, "And this is Yamamoto Takeshi, a transfer student from Namimori High."

"Nice to meet you guys!" Yamamoto laughed also getting sighs from the girls.

Heiji looking at them unbelievably as a nagging feeling ate at him in his mind. A new transfer student and teacher at the same time, rare but can happen. But for them to actually know each other and be familiar enough to be calling each other by name… this was definitely not a coincidence; especially when the teacher said "he" in his little exchange with the transfer student which also mentioned someone that was underlying to the same person.

"Looks like I'm goin' ta' have ta' call Kudo."