Hey, guys. I procrastinated. xD This isn't so much as compensation for the support you've given me (yeah, I'm being ultra-cheesy right now) but thanks anyways~

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Warning: Shonen-ai, slighter than slight R27, most probably colorful dictionary in later chapters and maybe violence...

Professor Niko : Don't I just love ya? Just kidding. Hey, thanks for your DEATH NOTE. I loved it very much. I updated this week :3 See? And really, Rth? Cool.

Disclaimer: SRSLY, I don't own this stuff. Like, KHR and its characters belong to Amano-sensei. Plot's mine :3

A while after the little exchange Gokudera and Tsuna had, the teacher was ultra-pissed and his classmates already snapped out of their Gokudera-ogling-time, therefore, started telling him off of the other teen.

Then his second problem came to light. Lunch time came too fast for Tsuna's liking. It meant that he would fight Gokudera again.

It meant that he might break his arm again, when it was not yet fully healed.

That alone meant he would not be able to play again and he would have to wait for who-knows-how-long.

He was pretty impatient now. He wanted to play, touch the wooden instrument with his hands, put it on his shoulders and play it with the bow.

And now Gokudera, if ever he would snap his arm, would ruin that long awaited chance.

Hopefully, his self-defense techniques are still functional, as well as the reaction time hammered into him by the teacher who taught him how to play the violin.

He still didn't know why a violin instructor would teach him how to fight in both hand-to-hand and weapons combat.

In any case, he had to win without damaging his arm or any body part in that matter.

Gokudera Hayato was a very impatient man ― teen, actually. He didn't wait for cowards or good-for-nothings.

He didn't want to.

However, the issue at hand was different. It could bring ruin to the Vongola Famiglia, a family he would rather serve than his own.

If this was the brat who would take over, he'd kill him first before he could.

He'd accept Reborn's kind offer to take over the Vongola Decimo's place.

He'd beat this beginner at fights; his pride won't let him, a made mafia man, lose to a scrawny, non-athletic person.

The young teen snapped out of his musings when the murmurs of the crowds around him raised in volume. Some were even yelling in mock encouragement.

The jeers of the crowd cued the arrival of his no-good opponent, still looking pathetic.

"I thought you ran away, coward." he taunted Tsuna with a contemptuous smile plastered on his face.

The brunet paled.

He did not think of that.

He wondered why he didn't. Years ago, that would've been the first thought to plague his mind when he was prompted to fight.

He reflected on his life and the on-coming bruises and injuries he would take. He should've ran. That's what he was good at.

But now he's blaming that dumbass (Tsuna's pretty sure something bad would happen if he tried to call him "dumbass" but he's not there. It wouldn't matter, right?) Renato Sin Clair for making him forcefully learn how to fight.

Yes, those skills were undoubtedly important for survival. However, they're risking his already-slim survival chance right now.

He looked at the silver-headed teen, with the oh-so eternal scowl after that one condescending smirk.

"Double Bombs!" he shouted, first lighting up 16 dynamites within a split second, then, throwing them up in the air.

Tsuna dodged at least all of them and even pinched some wicks so that the feared Demon of Namimori won't bite them to death for heavily damaging the school property. Scratch that, it's destroying the school grounds.

However, one dynamite slipped into the background. It exploded.

The screams of the students lasted in around two minutes before only silence was left, signifying that they have evacuated (it was a rare miracle that Hibari didn't arrive).

For a little while, they were surrounded by heavy smoke that one could only see when they squint really hard. Gokudera did so and barely saw a silhouette two or three meters away from him.

When he blinked, the said silhouette disappeared.

He felt someone behind him. He heard the opponent's breathing. As he tried to turn back to see the face of the attacker, he was kicked forward. If he didn't have trained reflexes, he would've dived in face-first to the ground.

So, in frustration and shame (because there was a chance he was beaten by a mere civilian on adrenaline rush), he threw twenty-four bombs in the air, cautiously aiming for the offender's position. Since he already mastered his "Triple Bombs", he could easily land a direct hit on the opponent. He was aiming for that.

"Tempesta, you've forgotten?" a calm and sonorous voice asked, whispering.

Gokudera froze. Only one person in the whole universe with such familiar (and undeniably attractive) voice would call him so.

It was Decimo, the kid with blonde hair and sunset-colored orbs. The silver-head idolized him so much (having accompanied him in a performance or two) to the point that he treated him like a precious gem not meant to be touched by the filthy ground.

But it was already too late, the dynamites already landed. They would explode within a split second.

Without thinking, Gokudera launched himself towards Tsuna in order to protect him.

Somewhere in Italy, a man clad in all black fished for his phone inside his pocket. He dialed a number.

"Hello, Maman? I'll be visiting Japan. May I stay there?" he asked, reloading his pistol and shooting a few more enemies.

A female cheerful voice replied, "Ara? Of course you may! You're always welcome! What's with the sharp noises, Reborn-kun?"

"Thanks. It's nothing, Maman. I have to go now. Bye." Then he placed his phone back to where it came from.

"Dame-Tsuna, you're a thousand years too early to be insulting me." He mumbled while hiding from the barrage of bullets whizzing past him. He went out of his shield then shot a few more imbeciles, leaving the sinful boss behind.

A/N: Oh, yay! Look! I did a longer chapter! I'm so proud of myself xD

Just kidding, it's not even a thousand. I'm so sorrryyyyy...I can't do it...

I'm not gonna try a cliffy anymore. I suck at them T-T ughhhh

Tell me if this sucks or it's "okay" xDDD

ANYWAYS, okay, let me clear up the confusion.

As the "violinist" Tsuna has a disguise (hair dyed to blonde and orange contacts) since Reborn insisted. The HDWM of Tsuna doesn't have a flame on his forehead but he has orange eyes. This is what he calls "adrenaline rush" or something (this is what happened in the encounter w/ 59-kun xD) He IS NOT always on that mode so Reborn made him wear contacts because that's just suspicious if people saw him with brown eyes then it suddenly turns orange. THERE :3