Of Presidents and Hitmen

Chapter 10: In the Quiet, Misty Morning

The Next Morning…

It was right before dawn; the skies were blue-gray, and the grass was wet with dew. The birds were chirping ad the smell of nature was everywhere.

'I think Buddha knows I have a hangover is punishing my with all this nature crap." Prez was literally swaying around, keeping herself slightly balanced with her sword. She currently had a small hangover from last night, but nothing too bad. "why are we even out here at dawn?"

You looked up thoughtfully, recalling last night after you had put the Prez to bed; Yamamoto knocked on her door. He poked his head in to let you know that Commander Squalo wanted you in the woods by dawn tomorrow for a training session. You would've talked to him more but by then the Prez grabbed a wine glass on her nightstand and threw it at him, shouting for him to go away.

"'Cause, Prez,' you began again for the umpteenth time, "Commander Squalo told us to be here."

"No! It's because he sucks! That's why!" she retorted. She suddenly felt cold metal slide past her cheek.

"Say that again and I'll end you," came their trainer's voice. Squalo and Yamamoto had seemingly come out of nowhere and heard her remarks.

'Like the wind!' you thought spinning to face them behind you.

"Tch," the Prez moved his sword away with the back of her hand and turned to face them. "Why are we out here so early, Commander Squalo?"

"Because!" he shouted. Then he went silent and scanned the area. 'Those other brats should have been here by now', the thought. "Wait here," he said simply and vanished into the forest with his pupil at his side.

You glared at the Prez, still upset with her about last night. She felt your glare and looked at you, "what?" you just let out a 'humph!' and whipped your head away, blatantly ignoring her.

"What?" she asked again in a worried panic. 'OMG! _'s mad at me!' She freaked out even more when she realized, '_'s never mad at me!' She took a deep breath and spoke in a knowing tone, "you know, I can't apologize for what I did when I don't know what I did."

'Crap!' Your eyes popped open, 'she's right.' "Fine," you snapped spinning to face her, ready to reprimand her for last night. "You-

"Wait!" she cut you off looking over her shoulder.

'Wait?' you thought confused. "What am I-

She hushed you and crouched down, urging for you to do the same. She looked like she was looking for something so you strained your ears to listen too.

Chirping birds, low wind, rustling leaves- that was all you heard. "What are we-", then you heard it.

There was a snap. It wasn't loud, but you also caught voices in the distance. Your eyes widened in surprise.

"Gokudera-kun, I think we're going in the wrong direction," came a whiny voice.

"I wouldn't lead you astray, Tenth!," came a determined reply. "I'm sure this is the right way!"

Two fifteen-year-old boys named, Tsunayoshi Sawada and Hayato Gokudera were currently trekking through the forest near the base of the mountain. They had just spent a week up there being abused/trained by Italian Mafiosi assassin, Yamo Kurishin. The training had been brutal, and the boys were bruised and battered all over.

'I don't even feel any different,' thought Tsuna, the smaller of the two. He was short and had spiky brown hair and a baby face. Not to mention he's a total wimp. So much so, in fact, the kids in his class have nicknamed him 'No Good Tsuna', because he sucks at everything. No one would believe that he was the boss of his own Italian crime syndicate. Not even his current best friend Gokudera believed him at first.

Gokudera was almost the opposite of Tsuna. Gokudera was handsome and talented, complete with his own fan club of girls. He's a genius who excelled in everything. When he first met Tsuna, he tried to kill him. Only after Tsuna saved his life did he dedicate his own life to serving him.

Ah! True friendship!

"What?" a high pitch voice was heard.

"What was that," Tsuna asked.

"Oh, it was probably Squalo," Gokudera concluded happily.

Tsuna deadpanned, 'that didn't sound like, Squalo.' Despite his feeling of uncertainty, Tsuna didn't speak out and the duo continued their travels toward the unfamiliar/familiar sound.

However, they were having a difficult time maneuvering down the steep incline. Tsuna called for his partner to wait for him.

"Oh, sorry 10th,"Gokudera replied turning to look at him, but his foot slipped and he broke a dry rotting branch on the ground. The branch made a loud snap and he tumbled down the hill. "Gya~h!" he cried as Tsuna called and ran after him.

Of course being the loser that he is, Tsuna tripped and fell also.

"Oh crap," Prez whispered, someone's coming!" still hunched, she picked up her sword and got in a ready position.

"M-maybe it's just Squalo," you suggested.

"No. We'd hear him a mile away. Plus, its coming from over there," she pointed toward the incline of the mountain.

Just as she pointed that out, two figures hurriedly made their way toward you, shouting incoherent things. Alarmed, you picked up your own sword, ready to defend yourself.

Tsuna and Gokudera kept tumbling down the kill, acquiring fresh cuts and bruises all over. When the terrain finally began to flatten out, the boys were able to spin slower. The only thing that helped them stop was rolling right into a prickly bush… Right in front of you.

You and the Prez stared wide-eyed at the shrub. Two people had just rolled down the mountain and crashed into a bush. They had been screaming and cursing the whole way down, which alarmed you. You were too stunned to even move your sword, lowering it unconciously. Prez on the other hand was about to whack the bush out of fear.

After some loud groaning there was silence. Then all of a sudden, two head popped out of the bush, gasping desperately for air. The Prez let out a high pitched scream and swung her sword at the bush.

You then realized what she was doing. "Prez~ WAIT!" You were able to block her sword with your own, preventing her from decapitating two kids.

"Hieee~!" Tsuna shrieked as Gokudera pushed him back into the bush.

Prez opened her eyes to see your horror-stricken face.

"_, what happened?"

"It's okay, Prez," you calmed her down, "I think we got the wrong idea."

At that moment, Gokudera sprang out of the bush. "ARE YOU CRAZY, YOU IDIOT? YOU ALMOST HURT THE TENTH!" He angrily stalked toward the Prez who was clutching her sword and shaking. "AND NOT EVEN JUST HURT, YOU ALMOST KILLED HIM!"

"Gokudera-kun, I'm okay." Tsuna said, staggering and brushing dirt off himself.

Everyone turned to look at Tsuna. Gokudera lightened up and went over to him saying, "That's good, Tenth."

Silence overtook the group again. Tsuna and Gokudera stared at you and the Prez, and vice versa.

"Why do you look so familiar?" Gokudera asked giving you both the stink eye.

Before either of you had a chance to reply a constant screaming was heard in the distance and it was growing louder.

"…ex…TREEEEEEME! EXTREME RUNNING!" A boy around your age came tearing through the forest, shouting at the top of his lungs. He was a few yards off but gave everyone a shocked expression as he dashed by. He skidded to a halt a few ahead and spun on his heel to look at the group.

They looked at with stunned faces before he ran at them with a crazed look in his eye. You and the Prez panicked and held up your swords for defense.

He stopped in the middle of everyone and loudly declared, "I'M HERE TO THE EXTREME!"

Prez groaned and held her head, reminding you she has a hangover. "Quiet down, you," she scolded the loud newcomer.

He gave her one look and knitted his eyebrows. He cast his looks from you to the Prez, repeatedly. "Oi!", he began, "you two look EXTREMLY familiar!"

Unfortunately, you couldn't say the same about him. He had tan skin, but not like the Prez's, more like he was in the sun a lot. He also had silver hair, like that other kid who just got here. There was a bandage across his nose and determination in his eyes. For some reason he was shirtless and you could see how muscular he was for a kid. It was safe to say you have never met this kid in your life.

The Prez was examining him with narrowed eyes as well. Deep down, she on the other hand, really felt like she knew this guy. He's speaking Japanese, so he's from there obviously.' she continued to try and mentally piece together where she knew him from.

Whilst the two of them were staring hardcore at each other, the rest of you stood off and wondered if they realized how they looked staring at each other.

"You feel it, don't you," silver-hair asked not breaking eye contact. "We know each other from somewhere."

Then it clicked in the Prez's mind, but she was still unsure. "Nami-chuu," she tested.

Everyone's eyes brightened.

"You go to Nami-Chuu?" Gokudera asked you, and you nodded in response.

"EXTREME!" the silver-hair guy shouted gripping the Prez's small shoulders. She grimaced as her eyes began to swim at his loud voice. He let go once he realized he hurt her. "I remember now, I saw you at the Club Presidents' meeting at the start of the school year! I'm the president of the Boxing Club, Ryohei Sasagawa!"

"Right, right!" Prez remembered. "you kept shouting something over and over. What was it again? Cool?*

"No, no! It's… EXTREME!"

The Prez almost vomited from her headache. "Could you keep it down, I have a killer headache right now."

Ryohei apologized and waited for her to introduce herself.

"I am the president of the Creative Writing Club. Most people just call me Prez. Nice to meet you."

They bowed and everyone else in the group introduced themselves. You learned then two boys in the bush were Gokudera, the scary one, and Tsuna, the small one.

You got curious and asked, "so, what are you guys doing way out here in Italy?"

Tsuna paled at the question; he couldn't tell two people he just met he was getting ready for a mafia battle. iThen again, they're already here. Maybe they already know about the mafia.' He began to sweat in confusion.

"We're training!" Ryohei said before Tsuna had a chance to worry anymore.

You and the Prez let out sounds of sympathy. It kind of shocked them how understanding you both were.

Prez told them you were there visiting family. They were confused, but didn't question it.

You all just began asking each other questions and got to know one another waiting for Squalo's return.

It was around 10a.m. when you finally heard his loud, obnoxious voice. "VOIII!"

DID THOSE BRATS COME BACK?" Squalo shouted walking through the forest. Yamamoto jogged back over to make sure you and the Prez were okay. He then ran when he saw his friends.

He looked at everyone to assess if the two groups knew each other. He could tell from everyone's body language that you were all well acquainted.

"All right brats, play time is over! Since I wasted most of the morning hunting you idiots down, we'll just be out here even longer!"

"Question," Prez raised her hand and took her usual annoyed-with-Squalo tone, "why are we out here?"

Squalo glared at her briefly and announced to the group, I need to know if you even stand a chance in a fight! I know most of you will, but I'm not sure about you bitches," he finished pointing at you and the Prez.

"Excuse me," you shouted, insulted.

"But you Vongola are still nothing compared to the Varia. So I'm going to see what you're all best at!"

"How're you going to do that?" Gokudera asked.

"You're gonna fight," Squalo replied.

Gokudera's face scrunched. "Fight what? If you can't ell, there's nothing out here!"

"You are really stupid," he muttered. "EACH OTHER! YOU'RE GOING TO FIGHT EACH OTHER!"

You weren't sure how you felt. You probably stood a chance since you've actually been against Mafiosi before but the Prez? There was a smile plastered on her face, but since the others didn't know her like you did, they couldn't make out her trembling. She was terrified. Why, goodness…

She didn't stand a chance.

Author's Note:

I don't even know where to begin. I don't remember when the last update was made. Whatever though.

So, here's another chapter. Are you happy now? It took 10 chapters but you all finally met! You did it! No comes the hard part! Trainging time! Are oyu sure your feeble bodies are up to it.

No preview because I only have 2 sentences of the next chapter written. And I lost my story outling, which made me sad beyond all comparison. (I wrote it when I was still in school, and its probably in somebody's garbage.) It's (kinda) okay, I still know what's going to happen.

But I'll tell you this, there's going to be a lot, and I mean a LOT, of fighting in the next installent of

OF PRESIDENTS AND HITMEN!

Until then, see you again, desu!

Love,

Madame GiGi