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She wasn't sure how Yamamoto got over his…depression, stoicism, whatever, or when, but one day he was visiting her at an impromptu time. It was slightly hectic.
Hana, Kyoko, and Tsuna's conversation went from fashion magazines (because Hana was obsessed with them) to boys (because there were cute boys in the fashion magazines) to chocolate (because they wanted to see who looked cute enough to eat) to periods (because chocolate often quelled cramping pains) to pads and tampons (because…).
Hana and Kyoko said that they used tampons, and when they asked Tsuna why she wore pads, Tsuna blushed and looked away.
"Well, I did try one on," she admitted, "but it hurt so much!"
Simultaneously, the door was sung open, revealing a chipper Yamamoto.
"Tsuuunaaa!" he bellowed.
The girls jumped in their beds and shrieked like banshees.
Many apologies later, the girls forgave the sports prodigy. Though, when Yamamoto wasn't looking, they leaned towards her and whispered rapidly, "Isn't that the Yamamoto Takeshi? Son of the ultimate sushi chef extraordinaire? The baseball and kendo phenomenon?"
Tsuna helplessly nodded at the question. It became difficult when they had to explore more about her relationship with the boy.
"How did you two meet up?"
"Are you guys dating?"
"How did you manage to get hooked up with the Yamamoto Takeshi? I thought he was in New York, USA!"
Tsuna was pretty much flustered by all this, and did her best to answer them without feeling faint.
They didn't seem to believe her answers, or at least Hana didn't. Kyoko just nodded, but there was a skeptic look in her eyes. So when they left the room to leave the two alone, Tsuna almost exhaled visibly out of relief. She lifted her head to see Yamamoto staring at her curiously.
She blushed mildly. "Sorry, you must've been waiting for awhile."
"No, it's okay," he assured her, smiling pleasantly. "I'm glad that you made friends."
Her face became redder. "Well, we—they're not really…" she mumbled, looking back down.
Silence fell upon the both of them. Tsuna struggled to say something else, fearing that the awkward tension would chase away the boy, but when looked back up, she saw that he was simply staring absentmindedly at the wall above her head.
Her brows furrowed. "Y-Yamamoto-san, are you…okay?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine, Tsuna." Yamamoto situated himself on her bed. "And call me Takeshi. We're buds, aren't we?"
'What. The. Heck.'
When it finally registered in her head of what he said, she noticed that he was looking at her expectantly. She blushed again and settled her gaze safely on the bed railings. "R-right, we're b-buds." She swallowed. "Takeshi-san."
"No, no, no! No san, just Takeshi."
"T-Takeshi...?"
Yamamoto—or rather Takeshi—smiled brilliantly and brought his legs up to fold them criss-cross. "Yup! Anyway, I see that you're healing well," he noted, glancing at her body, his eyes noticeably softening. "Your arm's now in a sling, but at least your ribs are healed."
"How do you know that?"
"I asked the doctor about it."
"O-oh."
A pause.
"So, anyway—"
"Um, where is—"
They stopped at blinked at the simultaneous blurt.
"You can go—" they said in unison.
"…"
"…"
'This is weird,' Tsuna moped inwardly. "Um, no, really, you—"
"You can go first!" Takeshi chirped, as if Tsuna didn't say anything. He either ignored her or didn't really hear her.
"Right." She rubbed the back of her neck. "Where's Gokudera?"
"Haha, that's what you wanted to ask?" he chuckled. "You'll see him soon enough."
"Okay. Um, how are you?"
"I'm good. You?"
"A bit sleepy, but all's good."
"That's nice to hear. Say, I heard from Reborn-san that he told your mom that you were going to some sort of camp."
"Yeah, he did that so that my mom wouldn't get worried." Then she added snidely, "Of course, it's one of those moments when Reborn would actually consider others before using them as pawns to manipulate."
Takeshi blinked. "Eh?"
"Nothing," Tsuna said, waving dismissively. "So…what did you wanted to say?"
"Oh, well…" He began to laugh, a tad nervously, which surprised Tsuna. What could the sports prodigy be nervous about? If he was nervous, that is…
"Yama…T-Takeshi…?"
"Sorry, Tsuna. I wanted to show you something, but…now that I think about it, it seems kind of stupid right now. Maybe at a later time."
Now that was shocking. Yamamoto Takeshi? Embarrassed about something? About what exactly?
'Perhaps…Perhaps he finally wants to tell me what happened in the future?' No, that couldn't be it. She inwardly shook her head. Though it was curious how Takeshi and the others returned with despondent attitudes, they probably didn't want to tell her about that. Anyway, Takeshi said that he wanted to show her something, not tell.
"It's alright," she said, "I'm curious."
He regarded her for a moment, and then shrugged. "'Kay then. I'll be right back."
He slid off the bed, the extracted weight causing the mattress springs to creak, and exited the room. Tsuna sighed through her nose and leaned against the wall behind her. For some reason, she felt a bit put off. Not that she minded Takeshi's abrupt appointment—in fact, it would've been better if he made his visit sooner—but the thing was that…it felt as though there was a boundary between them.
Tsuna was actually hoping the boy would open up and tell her what happened in the future. Why did he, Gokudera, and Lambo come back with weary spirits? The first time Tsuna time-traveled, there wasn't anything wrong, or so it seemed. True, she didn't get to meet their future selves at the time, excluding Lambo, and didn't venture much any further than herself being in a casino in Italy. That and Bel (the weird fashionista guy) was there too.
Could it be that they were…disappointed with the outcome of their future? Somehow, the thought of it made Tsuna nervous. After all, they stayed together for about ten years, doing this band thingamajigger. Was it because of what Tsuna had done? Her future self? 'Just what happened?' Tsuna thought agonizingly.
Five minutes later, Takeshi returned while lugging in a guitar gig-bag with the strap thrown over his shoulder. When he was met with Tsuna's wide-eyed stare, he gave a sheepish smile.
"I can see that you're surprised," he said.
"You have a guitar…Since when did you have a guitar…?"
"It's an electric, actually." He carefully placed the bag on Kyoko's bed and ran the zipper around the outline. Then, he grabbed the neck of the model and pulled it out, revealing a slick navy blue electric guitar. "I think they called it a Fender, or something." He smiled humorously. "I think it's kind of funny how they made names for particular instrument models. Is it the name of the company?"
"I…M-maybe." She eyed the strings that stuck rigidly at the end of the neck, where the tuners were. "Did you already break it?"
"Huh? Oh, haha, not really. I just had some tuning issues, so there were a lot of string replacements for me to go through." He scratched his cheek. "Colonnello was pretty exasperated by how many strings I managed to snap."
"C-Cololonerro?"
"Co-lon-nel-lo," Takeshi pronounced, bouncing the name on his tongue. "He's a foreigner like Reborn-san. He's teaching me how to play the guitar for our band."
That nearly caught her off guard. That's right…Takeshi agreed to join the band…
"But why the guitar?"
"What?"
She looked at him quizzically. "Didn't you pick the guitar to play?"
He laughed. "No, I was picked to play it! Apparently, Reborn-san and Colonnello and their bandmates choose who to be their protégé, and Colonnello happened to see potential in me, which is ironic of how many mistakes I made during the lessons."
'I honestly believed that it was Reborn who had done the picking.' Tsuna observed his fingers. Well, they were long and strong-looking already, most likely from all that baseball and kendo. No wonder why this Colonnello guy picked Takeshi.
How irksome. Now Reborn's bandmates were coming here…almost certainly invading her home as they speak! And just how many were there? 'Gah…I don't even want to know…'
"Can you play a song?" she asked, trying to shake off the anxiety.
"Yeah. Colonnello taught me Hey Jude by the Beatles. Took me awhile to learn the whole thing."
Tsuna smiled encouragingly. "I wanna listen."
And so Takeshi indulged her with one song. When he situated the blue guitar on his lap and the strap over his shoulder, Tsuna couldn't help notice how good he looked with the instrument. Takeshi was meant to be a guitarist.
At first, he stumbled with the chords, strumming the wrong stings, but eventually he got the hand of it. Tsuna watched intently, fascinated as he plucked and strummed the metal strings that vibrated together into a tune. She once listened and saw a man play an acoustic guitar, and the music was much more audible than an electric without a cord plugged in, so she had to lean in close to be able to listen to Takeshi playing.
The song was slow and simple, but it was pleasant to listen. By the time the song ended, she was disappointed. She looked up at Takeshi and grinned widely.
"That was amazing. You're so talented."
He smiled. "I wouldn't say that."
"No, seriously, you are! Baseball, kendo, grades, and now guitar!"
"Actually, I'm more, like, below average."
"What?"
"My old man's secretary hires these super tutors so that I could catch up. I'm just a typical brainless jock."
She casted him a disbelieving look before shrugging. "But still…Super tutors or not, you're one of the top students in class." Tsuna folded her hands on her stomach. "I'm so achromatic. I've got no talent whatsoever."
"Don't say that, Tsuna," he admonished. "I'm sure you've got something that'll wow us all. I am sure of it!"
She smiled dryly. "Yeah, like tripping in midair, that's talent for you."
"Ah, always the pessimistic," he sighed, flicking her forehead.
"Ow! You don't have to abuse me for it."
"You darn deserve it!"
They burst into laughter. When the elation subsided, leaving the two content and calm, a thought came across Tsuna's mind that caused her to bite her lip, concerned.
"Takeshi, I've been wondering…What about your career? What about inheriting your dad's dojo or being a baseball player?"
"I'll be able to do all that."
Her head reeled back. "Wait, what?"
"I realized that…well, I have so much work and expectations pressed onto me that it develops stress… And too much stress would be a damper on my games." His eyes darkened. "That's why I…I attempted to kill myself, and I ended up dragging you along."
"Oh Takeshi…"
"No, Tsuna, let me finish." He smiled at her, but it was a sad one. "Ever since that day when you got hurt, I couldn't bring myself to do anything without feeling guilty. I—I also felt this urge to check on you, you know? To see if you were safe…So I decided to join. Not only to see you, but to make amends for what I had done." He exhaled softly. "On the brighter side, I'm actually burning stress with this band thing. I'm having fun."
Something about what he said didn't seem quite right, however. She frowned and looked down. "Is that why you decided to join?"
"No, not only that. There were…other reasons."
The future.
"Like what?"
"I'll tell you on another time, but now, can we just let this go? Please?"
She was nearly run on the impulse of snapping a rebuff. She wanted to grab him by the shoulders and demand what was going on, what did the boys knew that she didn't. The inquisitiveness, more than or less, was, in a rhetorical sense, killing her.
But then, Tsuna wouldn't be a good friend if she pressured her friend into doing something he wouldn't want. She knew that she had to regard to Takeshi's feelings as well, not selfishly think about herself. Someday, he might actually tell her, but just not today.
"Of course."
"Cool." He grinned, more genuine this time. "I have another song to play for you. It's called Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley."
A few more visitors arrived after Takeshi's last song. Gokudera entered through the door, shouting, "Jyuuudaimeee!" but when he saw Takeshi, he shot the boy an acrimonious look. The sports prodigy, on the other hand, smiled and waved.
The second to come in was a slim man with a long braid hanging on his back. He smiled politely at her, but Tsuna didn't notice it. She was stunned to see someone with an uncanny face that of Hibari's. At first glance, she was actually convinced Hibari had come along.
'Holy mother of Reborn!' she had thought in panic from the glance, that until it came to mind that this person was taller than Hibari. And then the hair and the softness in his eyes. Tsuna regarded him warily, even after calming down.
She managed to tear her eyes away from the man when another appeared: a tall blonde man with impressive icy blue eyes. He had a green headband on that was probably meant to keep his bangs back, but yellow strands fell before his eyes anyway.
They introduced themselves as Fon and Colonnello, band members of Arcobaleno.
"So you're Sawada Tsunayoshi, kora?" Colonnello, the blonde, asked in a rough voice, accent marring.
She winced, resisting the urge to salute for whatever odd reason. "Y-yes, sir."
He grunted and turned his back to her, facing the other man.
"No need to worry," Takeshi's voice murmured in her ear. "He says that all the time."
Her brows knitted together. "'Kora'?"
"Yeah. He doesn't mean by it. I don't think that he knows it means 'oi' in Japanese."
"But if he doesn't mean by it, then why does he say it?"
"It's just his quirk, is all. Like you and your twitching."
She frowned. "I don't twitch."
"Sure you do! Your nose just twitched right now—or scrunched. I dunno."
The two men finished their conversation (in Italian or something) and turned their heads back at the kids. Colonnello arched a brow at Tsuna squarely, giving off an expression of dubiety, while Fon settled for smiling politely. Again.
Something told Tsuna that they didn't really like her, or at least Colonnello didn't. She could gladly say that the feeling was mutual if she could. She couldn't put her finger on it; those two radiated something fishy, something mucked-up. They had that Reborn feel to it. And Tsuna didn't really like Reborn, not after all that time spent being tutored by him.
"So, Sawada," Colonnello said, leaning against the wall, "what does Reborn teach you?"
"Didn't you already ask him what he teaches her?" Gokudera said, eyes narrowing.
"I can't trust a single thing of what comes out of that man's mouth, kora!" he snapped.
"Why do you even need to know?"
"Precautions and all that shit."
"Erm." Tsuna wasn't sure who made her more nervous: the small Italian or the big Italian. "He teaches me academics and things like that…"
"Dammit! He told me that he was teaching explosive projectiles, kora!"
'Why would Reborn say something like that!' Well, at least Colonnello didn't believe Reborn. All the way, that is.
Takeshi laughed. "Reborn-san sure is funny!"
"Shut up, baseball freak/Yamamoto," the two present Italians said in unison.
Long fingers danced across the ivory and ebony, sweeping along the elongation of keys that were set before the man. Immediately, a luxuriant composition filled the room, filled the ears of the room's occupants. Tsuna was swayed by the music that flowed so majestically, and it was obvious that Gokudera, moreover, was bewildered.
Fon made Gokudera's playing seem like it was comprised of a simple nostalgic memory to smile upon one evening day. Fon's playing was the sky. Fon's playing was the earth. Fon's playing was the wind that caressed the leaves that fell from autumn trees. Fon's playing was the sun that rocked away the chills of a crisp early morning.
The man was bloody good.
And it was no freaking exaggeration.
Colonnello and Takeshi were supposedly practicing on the guitar (they were kind of distracted at the moment) while Fon decided to demonstrate his skills to Gokudera, and Tsuna since she was there. She wasn't sure if he did it as a bonus to his self-esteem or that he merely wanted to present before the two. It was puzzling; Fon was rather well-mannered, and patient too despite having such an infuriating student like Gokudera.
The man began to pack away the keyboard set. "So how did you like it?" Fon inquired curiously.
'Oh, and he's gotta be humble too.' Tsuna pretended to smooth down the crinkles on the blanket, landing her eyes somewhere so that it wouldn't appear as though she was unappealingly gawking at him (however, it may be too late for that). "I-I think that you played wonderfully," she came out truthfully.
Gokudera didn't make his response.
Fon nodded and smiled. "Thank you, Sawada-san. Your opinion flatters me very much."
"KYAAA!" The nurses (old and young) were screaming behind the door. The guys had the door barricaded with whatever furniture was lying around. Apparently, word got out that Yamamoto Takeshi (he's quite famous, after all) and a couple of attractive young foreigners (whoever made that one…) were here in this hospital.
"KYAAA!" Tsuna felt a bead of nervous sweat trickle past her neck. If anything, those nurses frightened her. They were mean and scary and crude. And rather desperate too. If they somehow manage to break down the blockade (that doesn't even surprise her), then they'd be in for hell. Yes, even Tsuna too, for the women would go for her throat for "keeping away these ravishing men for herself". Whatever implied for that.
"Wow, these—urk!—nurses sure are, erm, r-rough," Takeshi muttered. He was placing his weight on a chair that was propped underneath the handle. The door continuously lurched one way, nearly kicking the boy to the floor.
"Sheesh, we already had to throw one out of the window," Colonnello said, running a hand through his hair.
They literally did.
"Yamamoto-kun, Colonnello," Fon admonished, pointing at their empty seats.
"Yeah, yeah, we'll get right back to practicing, kora."
"As soon as we rebuild the fort!"
"Now then." The man from Hong Kong cleared his throat and began, "I know that it may be a bit advanced for you, Gokudera-kun, considering how I lived a couple more years than you, but I am sure—"
"Just so you know," he cut in rudely, "we are planning on making a rock band, not a fucking orchestra."
Fon was unfazed, nonetheless. Tsuna suspected that the man was used to it, regarding to how Reborn and Colonnello were once his bandmates. "Yes, I am aware of that, Gokudera-kun. I'm sorry, what I should have started off with is that your band funds are currently low."
"What?" Tsuna and Gokudera said.
"Whose equipment are you using as practice? Yamamoto-kun was able to buy his own guitar, but I only have one keyboard to spare, and that belongs to me." He gestured to the set. "Additionally, we have the drums, bass, and vocals ready for practice, yet no positions are filled and no instruments are owned."
The teens exchanged looks. "We're getting there," Gokudera groused.
"Of course," Fon acquiesced.
"We're going to recruit that lawn-head that Reborn-san had his sights on—for whatever reason, I have no fucking clue. The idiot obviously has no talent."
"Just like how you accused of Yamamoto-kun of being a brainless jock?" Fon hinted innocently.
"…Get off my fucking case."
"And as you can see, Yamamoto-kun is progressing well in such short amount of time."
"Alright, I get it!" Gokudera glared daggers at the man. "So what are we going to do about this financial issue? Mooch off of the baseball idiot?"
"That wouldn't be right. What do you think, Sawada-san?" Fon said before Gokudera had the chance to protest.
Tsuna looked up, startled. "U-um, what?"
"You had been quiet in the duration of our conversation. Do you have something you wish to say?"
Tsuna didn't really have the moment to conjure a plan or anything of the sort. She was just sitting there, dazed, idly listening to the banter that was tossed between the two males. It was intriguing, somewhat, actually. But not intriguing enough for her to stay attentive of the talk.
That and the fact that this really nice person resembled remarkably like Hibari, who was nowhere near the word nice. Seriously, though, were they related?
"I didn't give it much of a, erm, thought about it," she admitted sheepishly.
"Then it certainly is a good thing that I came up with a backup." Fon clasped his hands together. "There is a classical music competition coming up in two weeks, in the United States."
"And you expect me to fly across the world just to play a song?" Gokudera said.
"Not just one song, but three. There will be a tournament held in San Francisco, California, where adolescents, such as yourself, would participate for the winning prize of fifty million dollars."
"That sounds a lot," Tsuna gasped.
"It is. It's about four billion yen."
Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Th-the Americans are willing to give up all that money to one winner?"
"Apparently so. The money would cover up all the expenses for equipment and other uses as well."
Gokudera scowled. "So all I've got to do is play three songs? That's it?"
"Don't think it'd be simple, Gokudera-kun. Remember, these competitors are highly adept in whatever classical instruments they play."
He folded his arms. "Forty million euros," he murmured.
"Will you do it?" Fon asked.
The absent-minded finger-drumming on his arm indicated that the boy was mulling things over. Gokudera kept the silence going for a few seconds before huffing, "Yeah, sure, whatever."
"Excellent." If it was possible, Fon's happy smile would blind the two of them. "We shall undergo training everyday at four thirty, after school hours."
"Yeah."
"Since you are talented on the piano already, this may be easy for you. However, your skills are rusty, so warm-ups are in order."
"Uh-huh."
"You know where to meet me, of course."
"Yeah."
"I'm sure Yamamoto-kun would graciously lend us a private jet for us to use to fly over to the States. Oh, and you'll need to use your Italian name."
"Great, sure—wait, what the hell?"
"It would be appropriate for you to use your Italian name so that—"
"How do you know that I had another name?"
Tsuna blinked owlishly. 'Gokudera had another name?'
"From Reborn," Fon answered calmly.
"Oh." Gokudera settled back.
'…'
It was kind of unbelievable, seeing how they were composed at the mentioning of Reborn.
Anyway…
"But I don't want to be recognized by the Sustantivo family, and they have access to anywhere in each affluent nation."
"Ah, yes, the Sustantivo family has business with the States." Then he recited, "The Sustantivo family is a well-known prestigious lineage running a top industrial unit. It served Italy well in economics." He mused. "In that case, you'll just have to use your Italian name, anyway."
"The hell I am. And why do I have to use it if you know that the Sustantivo would find out their name is being used?"
"Just think about it: If your family—"
"It's not my family," Gokudera growled warningly.
"My apologies. As I was saying, if the Sustantivo family were to discover that you were to participate in such competition, then that would increase the chances of Vongola Decimo's namesake to flourish."
His scowl deepened, his dislike for not getting it yet was evident. "What do you mean by that?"
"You children—"
"We are not children!"
Instead of looking annoyed, Fon's eyes glittered with amusement as he held a sleeve to conceal a growing smile. "Yes, yes, my apologies once again." Despite what he said, Gokudera looked even more furious. "As I was saying, again, you three—Gokudera-kun, Yamamoto-kun, and Sawada-san—are on your way of establishing the Vongola Decimo. If it were to be so, then it would be crucial for you to develop popularity in order for the band to thrive."
"Why would we need popularity?" Tsuna couldn't help but ask.
"I'm glad you asked, Sawada-san. Do you remember listening to songs of bands when you were younger?"
A catchy song from a boy band played in her head. "Yes."
"Are they still around?"
"Um, no."
"Bands come and go. Their fans may be interested in their music for the first time, but as time passes by, new bands will come and the fans will divert their attention elsewhere. Business would run slowly, and eventually no one would buy their music. Any music entertainment department depends on the number of their fans," the man enlightened.
Finally, realization was shown in Gokudera's green eyes. "If we were to launch our first song, it would be difficult for anyone to buy it because no one would know about the Vongola Decimo."
"Yes, and if the public were to find out earlier…"
"The number of purchasers would increase."
"Precisely."
"But why would it be important for me to take after the Sustantivo's name?"
"Well, the band would be well-recognized if the band comprised of the general individuals, such as Yamamoto-kun."
"So the Sustantivo's bastard kid would be beneficial to the name?" Gokudera snorted in a deriding tone.
"All the same, you are his son, and that won't change a thing."
The boy's face fell as he casted his gaze downwards. Fon, in all courtesy, closed his eyes and kept quiet so he wouldn't provoke him in anyway that could. Tsuna, perplexed, followed the quietness. She could imagine the contorting of expressions on Gokudera's face, and she recalled what he had told her that one day on the rooftop.
'Gokudera doesn't like his family, I think,' Tsuna thought. 'Especially his father. Something about…the man being arrogant and…a workaholic…?' She was drawing a blank on evoking a memory. Well, it was something about Gokudera not liking his dad because of something of his mom…Ugh, Tsuna had terrible memory.
Just then, said boy lifted his chin and sighed. Fon's eyes flew open as he patiently waited.
"Yeah, I'll do it."
So with that said, Gokudera told them his name that his paternal relatives had given him.
Gokudera Hayato's other name was Gavino Ignazio Sustantivo.
Reborn was the last one to visit.
"By the way, I met this kid from your school. Hibari Kyoya."
Tsuna froze.
"You…did?"
"I did."
"Why? Or, erm, when?"
"He stopped by at your place to drop off your book-bag."
"That was…"
"The day when you were sent to the hospital."
"Right."
'WHY? Why, oh, WHY would Hibari do such a thing?' They were acquaintances, sure, and she still had her intestines intact despite the many tardies she had pulled. And he devours her lunch, like, all the time…But still, why would he bother dropping off her bag? And did he know that she was in the hospital all this time? Hopefully he does, because by the time she returns to school, her blood would be splattered on the walls this time if he wasn't informed earlier. Screw with not hurting girls.
Reborn paced in the room before planting his feet before the window. He had that smirk on his face. That certain smirk that was asking for trouble. And trouble came.
"And I need you to recruit Hibari."
"…What?"
"Recruit Hibari."
There was an acerbity taste in her mouth.
"…You…you want me to do what?"
Reborn sighed, as if patronizing her in a way. "According from what Yamamoto had told me—or is it Takeshi now?—he told you about how my bandmates would choose their protégé."
"Yeah! And—and you want Hibari to be the singer?"
"Now, when did I ever say that it was me?"
"You're the singer!" she sputtered indignantly.
"Only the backup."
"…Excuse me?"
"True, I was the singer of Arcobaleno, but my main position was the drums. Skull is prone to getting sore throats from time to time, so he would just do secondary guitar when he's not up to it."
"The official singer was Skull…?"
"Yes."
"And…And he chose Hibari…?"
"Yes."
"…When can I meet this Skull person?"
Reborn smirked, thoroughly amused.
"Sometime later, I would assume."
Tsuna sighed raggedly. Hell was gonna pay.
"Dame-Tsuna, one more thing."
"What now?"
If it was possible for Reborn's dark eyes to get even more sinister, anything was possible.
AN 1: Chapter 11, in case some of you had forgotten about one tidbit.
What's more, Yamamoto never told her why he reconsidered his decision about the band recruitment. When she asked, he waved off the question and walked out of the room, leaving her shocked. Gokudera and Lambo never came back either. Reborn did, however, and dumped all her homework on her lap. He then told her that he lied to her mother about how she was on a school field trip and all the necessities were packed for each student. Tsuna was amazed how gullible her mother was, or was it how convincing her tutor was?
(So Nana believed Reborn and that she doesn't know that Tsuna was injured in the first place).
AN 2: While searching for an Italian name for Gokudera, I found that Dino's name means "little sword". Ain't that cute? Also, I picked Gavino because it means "white hawk", whereas Hayato means "falconer". His middle name, Ignazio, means "fiery", which suits Gokudera's personality fine.
