Title: Namimori Gods

Summary: Namimori is the home of two divine entities: the Goddess of Luck and the God of Order. Every four generations, they reincarnate in a member of the Hibari Family and a random Namimori child. The search for the goddess has begun, will Tsuna be able to find Hibari's new wife?

Warning: Tsuna-abuse, BL/shounen-ai, mature themes, curse words and crossdressing

Chapter 11

"Number 1827, please come this way." She double looked at the paper "Sorry, number 1810, please come in."

Tsuna shuffled nervously into the new room. This one was exponentially small, darker and somehow how more welcoming a room than the last one. There was a single chair in front of a long desk with four people. One was a High Priestess he remembers seeing around the temple, one a kind looking man with the looks of an elder gentleman (a bit like Nonno in that manner), and a cheerful woman in a suit.

Tsuna sighed thankful that none of them were people he knew. He wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing but hoped to OuSora-hime and OuHibari-sama that these people didn't know him as Dame-Tsuna. He really didn't want to deal with that.

The judges looked at him blankly and he realized that they had no idea who he was. He knew the expression people had when they knew him as Dame-Tsuna, but they didn't have it. They looked at him as if he was anybody else. He felt himself relax, just then realizing how wind up he had been. Still, he remain tense if only to not lower his guard and have someone else think him useless.

The elder man began, "Hello and welcome to the fourth task. We are the judges of this round and shall be asking you some simple questions. All information divulged here shall never leave this room, so feel free to talk as much as you like. Within reason, of course" he chuckled "we do have a timelimit I'm afraid."

Tsuna smiled a bit in reponse to the soothing words of the elder gentleman and nodded, ready to calm his nerves and answer. Talking was alright, he could do this.

"Alright, we'll begin; young man, do you believe you may be OuSora-hime?"

Tsuna shook his head violently, "No, not possible. I could never be OuSora-hime" he said, his mind completed miserably there is no way OuSora-hime could ever be Dame-Tsuna. No way. He shook his head a bit to disperse such thoughts from his head.

"You think so? I don't see why not, young man, what makes you think so?"

Tsuna had to force his throat to stay open as words suddenly flooded out his mouth like water from a dam.

"OuSora-hime, she's graceful and kind. She is Namimori's goddess, she helps people and is loved and respected by all. I... I can't be her. I... I'm just Tsuna. Tsuna, who has bad grades, who is clumsy, and dimwitted, and slow. I can't be her. I'm so unlike her, there is no way I'd be her."

His throat was sore, constricted and it felt hard to breathe. This was harder than he thought. He just hoped that there were no more questions like this one. The glanced at the faces of the judges, he hadn't been able to face them as he had begun speaking. He couldn't bear to see the pity they'd have on their faces. Now he looked up to see them and, there it was, the stern down turn of their lips before they shifted back into a more sympathetic smile.

Hana crossed her arms and glared at the judges. "Like hell I am."

Gokudera leaned back into his chair, legs wide open and scowl prominent on his face. "Do I look like a woman to you?" he snarled.

Yamamoto sat in the chair, knees parallel to his shoulders, hands firmly planted on said knees and back pressed against the back of his chair. His shoulders were slouched in the relaxed pose he was known for, seemingly utterly unaffected by this interview.

"Nah, I don't think so. Hibari is cool and everything but he's not really my type."

Midoriko smiled sweetly as she sat politely in her chair like a sweet little lady. She shook her head, "I don't really believe so, but my friends think that it's possible so we're here to see if that's the case. Regardless of the results, I hope Hibari-sama will soon find OuSora-hime."

"Alright then, next question, what is your opinion of Hibari-sama?"

Tsuna blinked a bit surprised and shrieked "He's scary!" Which was completely true. The prefect was the scariest person Tsuna has known up to date. His merciless rules and vicious beatings were every Namimori student's fear, the teachers and many of the people they had to go against could testify to the same. Hibari Kyouya was a frightening person to defy. But that wasn't all, "Hibari is scary, really scary, but he has always been someone I can count on. He cares about Namimori and its students to the point that he recklessly puts himself in danger. He stubbornly doesn't let anyone help him and often has us worrying about him. Hibari-san is many things but most of all, he is someone I counted upon as one of my..." Tsuna was at lost, he knew that Hibari-san a him and he weren't friends. Not according to the prefect at least. What was Hibari-san to him? Friend, comrade, ally, acquaintance? "...comrades. I trust him with my life." Tsuna finished, quite pleased by the mostly fluid speech he had given. He was really starting to hope that they never let anything he said leave the room. He might be bitten to death.

The cheerful woman in a suit hummed a bit, catching his attention, "Excuse me, but shall I assume you are close to Hibari-sama?"

Tsuna shook his head violently, "No, no, Hibari-san just hangs around us because he wants to fight Reborn. Nothing more."

"Reborn?" she repeated.

"My hometutor."

"I see. Is this Reborn-san from around here?"

Tsuna shook his head, "He's Italian."

She nods simply and smiles at him sweetly, "Thank you, now for your final question."

"He's the worst bully ever to be seen in Namimori. He probably made himself the Disciplinary Committee President to get away with beating people up. Nothing good comes out of dealing with him." Hana scowled, it was obvious that she was as upset about it as she was worried.

The judges looked between each other before shaking their heads and continuing.

"That son of bitch keeps making Juudaime worry unnecessarily! If it were up to me, I would just leave that guy to rot. He's no good business for any of us and he probably knows it, the fucker." Gokudera cursed violently, his fingers twitching as though he wanted to reach for a cigarette, but aborted the action to shove his hands half-way into his jean pockets.

"Umm, we have to ask you to please mind your language." The business woman asked sweetly.

"I'll say as many curses as I fucking want. Got that!" He screamed as he moved to bring his foot onto the edge of the chair's seat.

Yamamoto hummed considering, "He's a reliable guy, but he's probably too enthusiastic about fighting."

Midoriko's face was beat red as she began nervously shuffling in her seat. "Hibari-sama…" she cut herself off and shuffled a bit more, "Hibari-sama is so cool~" she managed.

Her expression held the silliest smile ever as she managed to calm herself down a bit to say, "He's been my childhood hero since forever. Hibari-sama is so incredible. He is so handsome and courageous."

The judges held an indulgent smile at her obvious crush on the person most people had been bad mouthing or fearing since they begun the questions.

The gentleman carried on where she left off, "What is your greatest ambition?"

Tsuna looked at his hands for the thousandth time since he entered the room. All he could think about was his friend.

"I want... I want to protect my friends and everyone I have come to care for. I want to protect my family and friends." His voice had deepened with purpose. He could feel the determination that fueled his dying will flow into his words as it had many times before. He would protect them. He would do everything in his power to protect them.

"Alright, thank you. That is all."

Tsuna stood and the priestess he recognized from the first round led him out the door.

"I want to marry a handsome older man who will give me everything I want and I want to be very successful so that I have lots of money and don't need to depend on anyone other than myself." Hana smirked triumphantly puffing her chest in pride of her designated future.

"I want to be the best right hand in the world and make Juudaime proud!" Gokudera said finally showing something more than bitterness and anger. He seemed to be sprouting sparkles…

"I want to play baseball and hangout with my friends peacefully." Yamamoto chuckled scratching the back of his neck as though he was saying something silly.

"I want to be a kinder garden teacher! I want to teach children to love and enjoy the world we live in and to help guide them to being wonderful people in the future." Her eyes glittered as she gushed over what surely would be her future job and all the things it entailed.

The judges all stared at each other in silence. The elder gentleman cleared his throat, "I believe we can all agree that 1810, shall go in the most likely category, along with 1811, 1827, 1869 and 1896."

The other women in the room nodded.

"Well that certainly narrows down the search." The High Priestess commented.

The cheerful business woman simply hummed her agreement, "So, in terms of personality, which do think is more likely to be OuSora-hime?"

"The 1869 girl, definitely. She truly appreciated our Lord for his abilities. It seems likely for her to be OuSora-sama." The High Priestess commented.

"You forget, my dear, that girls with crushes don't have the same attitude as women in love. I believe that most probably 1810 would be she, if not 1827. That boy seems like a charitable soul, as well as capable of overlooking his own fear and shyness to have actually spoken to our Lord. Something our other contestants have yet to do. 1827, on the other hand, seemed to be very much interested in the wellbeing of the people around her, if only she wasn't very much in love with her boyfriend."

"Please, that boy doesn't have the backbone to have actually done that. He probably let everyone else do the talking. He's so mousy that our Lord probably doesn't even know he exists. The girl is perhaps more likely but still it is doubtful." The High Priestess scoffed.

"I don't know, I really think that 1896 seemed level headed enough to get along quite well with OuHibari-sama. He seemed so serene and had steel to him that was really enviable." The business woman cheerfully announced.

"Who do you think it may be in terms of answers?" she asked on the same subject.

"1810, most definitely." The dandy man answered promptly, the High Priestess reluctantly nodded in agreement.

"Our Lady has always cared very deeply for her friends and family. It had always been her resolution to protect what she holds dear that characterizes her." The High Priestess muttered somewhat distastefully.

"In that case, 1896 is also a likely candidate with his desire to protect Namimori as a policeman." The business woman chirped in, enjoying the fact that her favorite was finally entering the equation again, "Besides you must admit that they would make a nice picture looks-wise."

The High Priestess thought it over, "Handsome perhaps, but 1869 definitely looks like graphic description of opposites, as our Lady and Lord are often illustrated."

"Yes, but it cannot happen every lifetime."

"Let us simply agree that we have five highly likely individuals to be our Lady and merely see which of them is chosen through the overall tasks, alright?" the gentleman tried to break off the growing animosity between the ladies and their preferences. The two women nodded reluctantly.

"Very well, that being done, let's head to dinner. I'm sure that intermission has already begun and I don't want to miss out on the sushi."

(Scene division)

Byakuran and Shoichi shoved at each other as they walked down the road that led out of the Temple grounds. Uni and Gamma leasurely followed from behind, enjoying the good humor of the two teens rather than the sullen mood they had fallen into minutes after they had left the Temple the last time. Uni couldn't help but sigh at the memory.

Byakuran had proposed going to a cake shop a few blocks away from the Temple's entrance, which he had seen when Tsuna had been leading them there. It had been a rather nice until Uni's sunday had fallen on her priestess robes. She had to change into her own xlothes so that they could take her to the dry cleaners, unfortunately the moment she stepped out of the cake shop, she was wrestled away and taken back to the Temple.

The High Priestess who had seen them last gave a sympathetic smile and promised to procure them a guard once the ceremony was done for the day, but Uni insisted that she would be fine as long as she had two changes of priestess robes and they set off once more. Byakuran, after the initial shock, was back in good humor and proceeded to bother Shoichi poking him to which the red head in question shoved him away in futile efforts to rid himself of the invasion to foreign digits to his area of comfort.

Uni privately thought that it was unlikely that they would be getting anything done until the Search for OuSora ended, so until then Byakuran, Shoichi and herself could continue being normal teenagers rather than mafia children. She could already feel the loneliness seep into her skin as she remembered the many days she spent so lonely...

"Princess?" Gamma asked quietly, bringing her out of her reverie. She smiled grateful at having such a wonderful person caring for her. She was about to pacify his worry when a scream cut through the air.

"Watch out!"

She turned to search for the source when she noticed a football heading directly for Shoichi. Everything that happened next was a complete blur to her but eventually she reasoned that: Byakuran pushed Shoichi behind him, activating his box animal to deliver a flying kick to the incoming projectile sending it in the direction of a small wooden shrine in a deary area of the Temples walkways and bounced off its wooden frame back to where she could kick it safely back to the possession of some eight or nine years old playing ball.

What she hadn't seen however was that the ball, still infused with the flame Byakuran had used to deliver the kick, pressed against the talisman loosening it from its place on the wall and slid to the floor.

Pleased no one had been injured but painfully aware of the sheer intensity of the kick, she lightly scolded Byakuran.

"Calm yourself, Princess!" The white haired italian waved her off, "other than a few scared squirrels and pidgeons, nothing happened."

"But Byakuran, that could have hurt someone, or broken some thing, you have to be more careful!"

"I will, I will." He promised, walking off.

"Now, Sho-chan, go buy me a marshmellow cake."

Shoichi gaped at him stupidly, "What? Why?"

"I saved your life, you should repay me. I want a marshmellow cake."

"You just ate it! Besides that wouldn't have killed me in the first place!"

"How ungrateful!" Byakuran scoffed.

"Fine, I'll get you some but just a slice, alright? Because at the rate you anything with marshmellows in it, I'll end up broke."

Byakuran cheered before wrapping Shoichi in a hug, who just struggled his way out of his friends arms. Uni just laughed at them as they continued on their faces way. Gamma lounged long-suffering behind them.

(Scene Division)

Touru felt her heart pound violently as it has been all day. She was only lucky that so far no one had caught up to what she's been doing, especially when she's been 'carelessly' waving around her naginata in the first round nicking the sandal laces of Midoriko's opponents. Admittedly, she didn't have much to do in the second round seeing that her friend was perfectly capable with children. She couldn't believe how lucky she had been when some older priestesses commented on how OuSora-sama's favorite comb, craved by OuHibari-sama himself, amongst the items in the room.

She really couldn't believe her luck, perhaps OuSora-sama really was Midoriko. She dearly wished this be so for, Goddess be with her, she was about to do something incredibly risky. She had volunteered to take the participant records to the Head Priestess' office, along with the senior priestess in charge of this round named Kurumi.

"Alright, hold this." Kurumi handed her about half the total documents, bearing upon herself to carry the other half.

"Wow, I knew we had more than 700 participants today but it seems like I'm carrying a person rather than a bunch of papers." She grunted under the weight in her arms.

"I feel like we should have requested another two sets of hands, but they were already wary over confidentially breaks." Kurumi confessed chuckling softly in an apologetical tone, "Who knows how many people are fighting for the great prize?"

Touru and she quieted down, the news the last few days were worrisome merely by the fact that OuHibari-sama was outing convet criminals everywhere, they really didn't need enthusiasts to up their game and cause unnecesary chaos.

"So, who's your favorite in this group?" It seemed that the elder girl seemed intent on dispersing the tense mood with idle chatter.

"My friend Midoriko. She's a really sweet girl and head over heels for our resident avenging God."

Kurumi gaped, "Seriously? Well, isn't that convenient! "

"I know, right? She doesn't believe me that she has good chances at being OuSora-sama but, compared to being married off by her family to a creepy otaku boy, I much prefer her ending up with someone she truly likes."

"Wow, that's tough. I can't say I hope it's her but I do wish you both luck."

Touru frown sinking her face into the pile of documents, she needed to make sure that Midoriko was chosen as OuSora-sama if not that damned otaku had better be ready for an impromptu makeover he will never forget if he knows what's good for him!

She inhaled deeply and puffed up, she wasn't giving up.

"So who is your favorite?" She asked her senior.

The other girl chuckled in good humor, "I don't really have a favorite since I don't know any of the contestants, but there is a kid here that I used to babysit. He was the cutest little thing! He would trip on thin air, be unable of tying his shoelaces, would cry if his neighbor's chihuahua got loose and started barking at him... though now that I think about it, the dog probably got the kicks out tormenting the poor kid."

Kurumi frowned a bit before chuckling again, "He was probably the most caring child out there. He was once bitten by the chihuahua, you know, the dog had one leg in a cast and was whining pitifully. I thought the dog had it coming after tormenting the kid so regularly, but the babe just got up and began petting the dog trying to calm him. The dog bit him but he didn't move away because he said he was afraid to hurt the 'doggy'."

Both girls coo at his cuteness. "What's his name?"

"Sawada Tsunayoshi, but he goes by Tsuna now."

"Ah, I see."

And she did, it wasn't quite clear yet but she knew that she had to check the papers. She had to think fast and create a diversion as to be able to stay here alone with the papers. In the end, she didn't have to, the house being used to gouge the results of the challenges' door was open (something that rarely happened) and as security measures demand, one of them had to look for the second-in-command to make sure nothing had been stolen, moved or tampered with. Kurumi let her in and locked the door behind her, leaving her alone with the papers. All the papers referring to the contest so far.

Her hands moved through the papers quickly, keeping them in position to quickly move them back in place if needed. Sawada Tsunayoshi, Sawada Tsunayoshi, Sawada Tsunayoshi….

She found it!

Her eyes skimmed the paper. His file had his student picture. He was the boy who had fought Midoriko. She checked his age. He was 16 and went to Namimori Chuu, along with Hibari-sama. His results for the second challenge were atrocious as he almost let his charge die due to food poisoning, but according to the notes of the judges of the third and fourth round, he was amongst those that could be OuSora-sama.

Her ears caught the sound of the second-in-command and Kurumi approaching the room. Her heart was pounding hard as she moved to put the papers back in place and tried to put the file back with the others but her hand caught on the edge of the folder.

Her heart beat wildly as the papers scattered in every direction in the room, she shuffled quickly trying to put the papers together in the file but some were too far away. She felt herself freeze as the door opened.

The second-in-command eyed the room before locking eyes with Touru, her face darkened.

"What do you think you are doing?" the older woman growled.

Touru felt her mind fill with white noise, she couldn't manage a good explanation "I… uh… this isn't what it looks like… I…"

"You think you could get a heads up on everyone by looking through the files and guessing who OuSora-sama is? Did you think our Lady would bless a cheater?"

"No! I just…"

"You thought you could do a better job than us in finding our Lady? Or did you think you could tamper with our information? Did you?" she interrupted closing in on Touru.

"I didn't I just…"

"You sicken me, child, and I'll make sure that you never serve as Priestess here again." She grabbed a fistful of Touru's hair causing the younger girl to cry in pain.

"No, you don't understand! I didn't do anything!" she finally managed, but she was being dragged through the doors.

"You can tell that to the Head Priestess, I don't care for your excuses."

"Stop it, you're hurting me!" tears fell down her eyes as she knew with dread that she was doomed and that only made everything even the shame of being dragged half way through the Temple even worse.

Please, someone help me!

(End scene division)

A/N: Happy New Year! I hope everyone has a wonderful new year and may your wishes come true. That aside, I hope you enjoy this new chapter. One of my New Year Resolutions is to stop teasing my fans too much.

Thank you so much for your reviews! I loved them all. I wanted to post this on the 31st but my beta takes her lovely time so I just decided to post it and fix once it's been proof-read or whatever. Love you all~