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Edited: 10/18/15

Chapter 10

Tsuna blinked slightly in surprise, listening to some whispers floating around him as he entered the school grounds the very next day, and couldn't help but perk up an eyebrow at them. He had expected them after interacting with Yamamoto and the usual whenever he was around, but this was a little excessive. Even Reborn seemed a little surprised by the sudden rise in voices, the noise getting higher as more attention was brought to them. As they passed by some students in the hallways, they picked up a few things among the whispers.

"Did you hear? Poor guy."

"I can't believe he was stupid enough to talk to Cursed-Tsuna of all people."

"How is he going to play now? The game is tomorrow."

"Cursed-Tsuna really is cursed."

The brunet narrowed his eyes at that and immediately glared at anyone who spoke, silencing all those around him. Without meaning to, he quickened his pace and stepped into the classroom, feeling the tension in the air skyrocketing instantaneously in his presence. He snapped his eyes towards the group that seemed to be surrounding someone in the center and then narrowed them slightly. Raising an eyebrow lightly at the scene, Reborn still settled on his shoulder, Tsuna stepped closer to listen and see. He may not pay attention in class, but he was well aware that the seat in the center of the group belonged to Yamamoto only.

The fellow students who were brave enough - mostly the baseball team - glared at him as he approached, but stepped away regardless, never once touching him. After all, they too didn't want to face a curse, the rumors already well distinguished. The brunet stopped in front of the baseball player, looking over the teen carefully from head to toe, and narrowed his eyes at the sight before him.

Bandages decorated Yamamoto's body, mostly around the shoulders and neck and a single one was wrapped around the right eye. Many of them were hidden under the clothes, others were out in plain view for all, and there were multiple black and blue bruises everywhere. It was like he had been decorated with paint. A couple of gashes here and there, some bleeding and others just covered in dried blood, seeping through the white bandages. A cast, alerting him of a broken or cracked bone, was wrapped tightly on the right arm with a sling around it to keep it up.

"What happened?" His voice cut through the entire classroom, silencing everyone in the room with a boom. Reborn was curious as well, after all, the charm was supposed to work, but then again, it was only for confidence. It wasn't supposed to affect the well-being or luck. Regardless, to Reborn and Tsuna, it was clear that something that was far beyond their hands happened.

"Yo, Tsuna!" Yamamoto just laughed like normal despite looking strained from his new attachments and the medication he was on. He was slightly wobbly, but held himself up, gripping tightly onto the desk. "I accidentally fell down the stairs at home yesterday and broke my arm."

'Lies…' Tsuna thought to himself and leaned forward to double-check everything, his mind was already going over the scenarios that could have caused this. Regardless of his thoughts, there was no way falling down could cause such an injury. "You're lying. What really happened?"

The baseball player winced for a moment before shaking his head, trying to look genuinely okay. "I told you, I fell."

"Those are not wounds one would get from a fall," Reborn decided to cut in. He knew the difference between cuts, bruises, and anything else, and he could identify how one got them, when and what devices were probably used. One does not get an eye patch from a fall, nor does one get bruises on the front and back either. It was not consistent with the description. "You got into a fight with someone, no, a group of people."

Yamamoto went quiet at that, as did the classroom. Tsuna huffed and continued on where the hitman had left off. "You said you have a game soon, by any chance was it from the opposing team that did this to you?" No answer came from the teen, leaving it obvious to everyone else. "Since you didn't answer, I'll take that as a yes. More than likely, you accidentally bumped into them when you were out delivering sushi for your father. They recognized who you were and wanted to take care of you so that tomorrow's game would be a simple victory."

"Your opposing school's baseball team is known for not playing fair." Reborn cut in to continue for Tsuna. He was impressed that the brunet had figured so much out so quickly, but then again, he wasn't. Tsuna was and had always been an odd child from his point of view, well, if he was a child. No, Reborn mentally decided, the brunet was far too mature, too farsighted into things, it was impossible for a child to have such a mind. Even a genius had issues, but Tsuna had the experience, experience he shouldn't had. Reborn narrowed his eyes in suspicion, was Tsuna like him? Trapped in a body that didn't comply with the mind? However, that wasn't possible since Tsuna was only born thirteen years ago. Regardless, this would require some more investigation into his medical background.

Whispers broke out among the room right after that announcement. People were muttering to the fallen baseball player, asking if it was true and others were saying that they had heard about the other team from schools that had gone against them before. Yamamoto just slumped his shoulders as if he had been defeated, knowing he had been found out. Suddenly, a hand snapped out to grasp his shoulder, bringing Yamamoto out of his daze, and he peered up at the brunet curiously. They stared at each other for a moment before Tsuna moved, yanking the other up to his feet and out of his seat.

Soon, the baseball player found himself being forcefully dragged out of the room, ignoring the teacher who had just stepped in and was now calling for them to return to their seats. However, the moment the teacher caught sight of Tsuna, he seemed to quiet down slightly and gave an annoyed huffed before turning back to the rest of the class. Yamamoto, either way, didn't care, he was more curious about the brunet, who had never reacted in such a way and where he was being taken to. It was strange that Tsuna, who normally outright ignored everyone around him, would be the one holding his hand like this. It was almost like Tsuna was concerned. No, Yamamoto thought to himself, it wasn't possible. He hardly knew the other…right?

The hallways were silent, voided of people and sounds, except for their footsteps and the sun that was beaming in through the window on the sides. Their shadows danced across the ground, following right beside them, and it was like everything had gone still. As much as the black-haired teen wanted to question what was going on, would it ruin what was happening right now? Maybe. And so, he kept quiet, letting himself be led away to some unknown place.

They eventually stumbled into an empty room and Tsuna slammed the door shut behind, preventing anyone else from coming in. It was apparently the music room and not a single soul was in sight, just a couple of instruments out in different areas with sheets of music left forgotten on the stands. When Yamamoto decided to take a better look of the brunet, it was only then that he noticed the baby who was settled comfortably on Tsuna's shoulders despite Reborn having spoken up during their small interrogation. He blinked, not sure when the child had appeared, and looked over Reborn with his one good eye curiously. "Hey, Tsuna, who's that?"

The brunet turned back to the other and followed the direction where Yamamoto was pointing to. He stared at Reborn awkwardly from his position for a moment before looking back. "This is Reborn. He's been with me this entire time, even yesterday when I gave you the charm."

Yamamoto took a moment to process the information, not believing he had been so preoccupied to not notice someone else there, and decided to just laugh wholeheartedly. "Oh! I didn't know that! I must have been so distracted. It's nice to meet you, kid."

"Ciaossu, I'm Reborn, a hitman. Do you want to join the family?"

The teenager just stared at the other curiously. "That's really funny kid, is it some kind of game?"

Tsuna sighed at that, knowing exactly what Reborn was up to, and butted in before things go too far. "Yamamoto, come here, let me help you."

That caught the other's attention. "Help me? How?"

"Magic." The brunet placed his hands in front the other teenager, closing his eyes, and concentrated on the powers within his body, trying to bring them up to the surface. He muttered some words under his breath, in a foreign language that neither the teen or Reborn recognized, and soon a small light surrounded Yamamoto, making the black-haired human back up in surprise. The baseball player examined himself curiously and could feel a strange sensation flooding through him. It was warm and welcoming, not as cold as Tsuna's eyes. Slowly, he peered up to stare at the brunet to look over the person who was doing this to him.

As those eyes opened, Yamamoto couldn't conceal the gasp that escaped his lips, those once honey-colored eyes had a mixture of orange within them and colors were swirling together in a wonderful array. It was beautiful. Tsuna then made a quick horizontal slash with his hand and the light faded away, looking a little out of breath like he had just run a mile or two. "There, done."

"Done?" Yamamoto blinked curiously, he didn't get what Tsuna had meant, and neither did Reborn, until they took notice of the wounds. The bruises that were once there were completely gone, leaving only perfect peach-colored skin, and the aches and pains were no longer throbbing. It didn't take long before he connected the dots on what must have happened and was unsure on what to believe. Tsuna slowly reached up to point towards the arm as a helpful hint, taking a step back to inspect the other thoroughly.

The taller teenager examined his arm, finally realizing that the numbing pain was gone. He flexed his once broken limb easily, tearing off the bandages on it and around him. The cast was harder to work with due to the material it was made of, but Tsuna simply let his forefinger run across the top and it snapped in half. The other two were a little startled at how easily it broke, but ignored it for now.

Everything was healed, the broken bone, the cuts, everything. He looked like nothing had happened in the first place. But that wasn't possible, was it? No one could heal that fast…right? Then again…Tsuna had always been a mysterious person since a long time ago. Yamamoto grinned brightly, peering up at the brunet with a brilliant smile. "Oh, it's all healed up! Thank you so much! I…I don't know how to repay you for this."

At first, the brunet didn't say anything, watching Yamamoto rub the back of his head nervously, and then turned away. "Now then, class is about to start. Be careful next time, will you? I can't always help you." Tsuna bypassed the baseball player without any hesitation, opening the door to the classroom, and gave a momentarily side glance towards the other. Yamamoto stared in front of him before finally realizing that his savior was no longer a few inches away and spun around to say something, anything to stop the other from leaving. And yet, when he was met with those familiar cold eyes, he froze. No, they weren't completely cold, there was some concern in them and confidence he hadn't seen for a long time. Wait…long time?

No, he knew those eyes, he had seen them before directed at him, but from where? There was a flash of a memory of seeing those eyes holding amusement in them, but that only brought up more questions. Had he been younger? Older? He couldn't remember. It was like there was a memory trying to force its way back from where it had hidden itself for all his life and yet, it remained where it was, never budging out completely. Then, the classroom door closed, leaving him all alone in the empty classroom in his questioning state.

"Tsuna?" Reborn interrogated, looking down at the brunet. His hands were gripping into the soft caramel-colored hair with some gentleness and leaned over to get a better look at the brunet's face. This was starting to look a little strange. Tsuna was really acting out of his normal personality range and it made Reborn wonder just what was the other hiding from him much less thinking. It had something to do with the baseball player, but what? "Why did you heal Yamamoto like that? And you even gave him that charm. This is very unusual of you. Tsuna, can you tell me what you're up to?"

"Who knows, perhaps I owe him something." Tsuna muttered freely under his breath, entering the classroom, and was well aware of the stares he was getting from everyone. He just ignored them to head to his desk, bypassing the teacher, and when he settled into his seat, his eyes immediately looked out the window, barely listening to the muttering around the room. A few moments later, the door opened again and Yamamoto came stepping inside, looking slightly pale in color, but was smiling cheerfully in that fake stupor. There were abrupt amount of questions at the sudden recovery, but the player just avoided them, peering at Tsuna with eyes that stated he wanted to talk.

The brunet spared a glance before making a 'tch' under his breath. How funny things happened…

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