Sorry, sorry, sorry! I'm sooooooooooo sorry about this very late update! I've been so busy and lazy and writer's-blocked! Anyway, here is the latest chapter and hopefully, later tonight or tomorrow, I'll post another chapter to make up for my negligence. Thank you so much for everyone who has supported me so far—I hope that continues! Please enjoy and please, REVIEW!

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TEMPEST Di NEVE

Target: Thirteen

Cerelia, even after all this time, really hoped that there would be a day when things for her would just be normal—or at least as normal of a day as an assassin-in-training could have. And she honestly thought that today, the start of the new school year, that she would have a "normal" day. She thought she'd have her normal morning training with Rachelle, have breakfast with the crowd of people in her best friend's house, walk to school with said best friend, find out that the two were in the same class with her other friends, and then, enjoy the rest of the day in peace.

Yeah, things didn't exactly go that way because well, ever since Reborn appeared on Tsuna's doorstep, things never, ever went smoothly AKA normal. And today's abnormality was another person.

Naito Longchamp.

Naito was a gangly young man with ridiculous, spiky hair and torn, bandaged, and crazy clothes—he had totally destroyed his school uniform. He looked foreign and had a slight Italian accent. His smile was goofy yet, not the same boyish and pleasant goofy like Yamamoto's, more like crazy, hyperactive, and slightly ditzy.

Not to mention, he was long as hell.

And to top it all off, apparently he was in the mafia and came with a group of even weirder looking people.

Cerelia's thoughts matched Tsuna's face. Oh, goodie. Another freak. They're everywhere.

Tsuna, sweat dropping and making a face, turned to his childhood companion. He gave her a withering look that Cerelia quickly understood. Nodding to each other, they turned and started to walk away. "There's something we have to do..." they droned, departing.

"No way! Wait! Sawada-chan, I'm not done talking to you yet!" Naito called frantically.

Inwardly groaning, the both of them, they turned and looked back at their new classmate.

"It should be your turn to introduce your family!" pointed out Naito cheerfully. He pointed at Cerelia. "Is she one of them?"

Cerelia arched a brow. Tsuna's jaw dropped. "What? I don't have a family!"

"Ohaiyo, Jyuudaime!"

Tsuna jumped and made a face while Cerelia scoffed. Perfect timing.

With big grins, Gokudera and Yamamoto appeared on the scene.

"We're in the same class for Year 2!" The silverette beamed before shooting the inky-haired boy beside him a glare. "Even though it's a shame to have to be with this baseball-idiot."

"Hey, hey!" the so-called "baseball-idiot" chuckled lightly.

The bomber ignored Yamamoto and furrowed his brows when he glanced to Naito. "Who is this guy?"

"Uh...well..." Tsuna began, not knowing exactly what to say.

"Does another freak help any?" said the only female there with her arms crossed over her chest. Yamamoto laughed from beside her, nudging her a little saying "be nice". She just scoffed.

"Good! More of your family members are all here!" Naito grinned toothily. "I can introduce myself! I'm the Tomaso famiglia's eight generation leader! Naito Longchamp! Speaking of the Tomaso famiglia, when the mafia first started appearing they opposed the Vongola famiglia. They were involved in a large skirmish during the second generation. Their bosses are always named Longchamp." he explained.

Tsuna paled, stiffening. "Then this guy really is from the mafia!" he cried.

"And you're surprised because-?" Cerelia questioned dully.

Gokudera growled like a guard dog, glowering at Naito. "What are you doing here!"

"Doing?" Naito guffawed. "Being a student, of course! I'm a local! Don't you guys think it's such a coincidence? How lucky is that, right?"

As lucky as the dentist suddenly discovering you need a root-canal., Cerelia thought with a snort.

"We're all from the mafia, so let's get along!" Naito said.

"I said I'm not like you..." grumbled Tsuna pathetically.

"Yeah!" huffed Gokudera, clenching his fists. "Don't compare Jyuudaime to scum like you!"

Cerelia rolled her purple-colored optics. That's not what he meant, genius.

"That's our line!" growled a very deep voice from behind the group of adolescents.

Everyone turned around to see one of Naito's family members. It was the tallest and skinest member being male with a very mature face and a strange hat upon his head. Those of Tsuna's family, including Tsuna himself, sweat dropped looking at him oddly. "Longchamp-kun is definitely superior to whats-it Vongola leader-!" the tall male shouted angrily.

Yamamoto busted out laughing. "Even though I'm still confused, it seems like this class will be interesting!" the athlete male chortled. Gokudera, Tsuna, and Cerelia sweat dropped—same ol' Yamamoto.

At that moment, the bell chose to ring announcing the beginning of the new classes and the school day.

Cerelia sighing deeply, massaged her temple before brushing her auburn bangs from her face and tucking them behind her multi-pierced ear—she inwardly scowled as she could never get all of her hair in that low ponytail she always put her tresses in. "All right, children. That's enough fooling around. We got classes to attend." she announced dryly, hands on her hips.

No one disagreed and with that, the group headed inside Nami-Chuu.

"Here's to another year, Tsuna-kun, Cerelia-san!" beamed Kyoko cutely from next to her best friend.

"Hai," Cerelia just curtly nodded, perched on top of her desk, which was in front of Tsuna's. The four were gathered around there; cheerful chatter resounding throughout the room.

"Same here, Kyoko-chan!" smiled Tsuna, his cheeks bright red.

"But that noisy guy named Longchamp is in our class too." pointed out Hana. "And it looks like that braggart's bluffing again."

"Bluffing...?" questioned the brown-eyed boy. Cerelia raised a brow curiously.

Suddenly, "I'm telling you, I'm gonna be a mafia boss!" came Naito's voice from a different part of the room. Tsuna and Cerelia turned to see the eccentric boy speaking with two other boys, who were laughing at him. The best friends sweat dropped at his declaration—when you're in the mafia, you don't announce it.

"Everyone! Please, return to your seats!" announced a voice followed by footsteps. The teenagers turned to the door, but saw no one entering. Murmurs were passed around as to where the person who belonged to the voice was. "The teacher was unable to come." the bodiless voice said. People furrowed their brows inquisitively, wondering who the person was.

All of a sudden, Reborn dressed in a suit and no hat, revealing his crazy mess of black hair sprang onto the teacher's desk in front of the classroom. "I'm the substitute, Reboyama."

Cerelia and Tsuna's exchanged looks, Tsuna with his jaw dropping and his eyes bugging out and Cerelia frowning, sweat dropping. He groaned while she shrugged, shaking her head.

Talk spread throughout the room.

"How come Reboyama-sensei is still here?"

"Who?"

"He's super scary."

Cerelia rolled her eyes. People are so incredibly stupid.

"It may seem a bit early but let's choose a class-president today." Reborn—Reboyama—began, clearing his throat. His tiny yet, pudgy hands folded behind his back. "Any nominations?"

Mangusta, Naito's tallest and skinniest follower, shot up from his seat, which he barely fit in, and raised his hand. "Here! I think Naito Longchamp-kun would make a great president!"

Naito blushed and bellowed out in laughter. "Oh? Really, Mangusta? I'm not against it. I might just be the president! Should I take it!"

The whole room looked at him strangely, sweat dropping.

"Who's that hyper guy?" one person asked.

"He was the class clown of Class B last year. His name's Longchamp." another answered.

Someone else added, "He's fooling around again."

Just then, Gokudera decided to speak up, "Hold it. I think Jyuudaiame would make a better president. I nominate Sawada-san."

"Sawada? No-Good Tsuna?" a boy scoffed.

A girl snorted in mockery, "No way!"

Cerelia scowled and glared at those people. She looked forward and raised her hand. "I second that notion. I think Tsu-kun should be president."

No one argued with her, at least not out loud. She smirked. Maybe being popular wasn't such a bad thing—just something she still didn't know how she obtained.

Tsuna blanched from behind her. "G-Gokudera-kun! Eli-chan! What are you saying?" he cried aghast. Gokudera gave a thumbs-up while Cerelia shrugged a shoulder carelessly.

Reborn nodded. "Then let's have the two nominees compete for the position." he stated boldly.

"Hai-!" Naito punched the air. "Me vs. Sawada-shan!"

Tsuna jumped, his eyes widening. "UH! Are you kidding? I don't wanna be class president!"

Cerelia, leaning back a little, flicked her buddy's forehead. "Oh, relax, Tsuna-fish. This might be good for you." she told him.

"B-But, Eli-chan-! It's Reborn who's doing! N-Nothing good come out of th-this!" he argued.

"Eh," the teenage girl shrugged carelessly. "Could be worse."

"H-How?"

"Don't know. Let's see how this turns out."

"Eli-chan!"

"Tsuna, Longchamp, come to the front." Reborn ordered.

Immediately, Naito complied and stood in the front of the room. Pouting and muttering under his breath, Tsuna trudged to the front between Reborn on the desk and a fidgeting Naito. For some reason or another, Tsuna and Naito right-hand men—Mangusta and Gokudera—stood beside their bosses.

"The rules are simple," started Reborn. "We'll let the nominator describe the strengths of the nominees and the one who gains the class' approval will be the class president."

"Then, basically, this is a bragging contest between Sawada-chan and me!" Naito jumped up and down like a little kid. "I feel all energetic!"

From her seat, Cerelia shook her head, cradling her face in her hands. Maybe it had been a bad idea to nominate Tsuna. This was becoming more embarrassing by the second. From Tsuna's face, he agreed as well, but said nothing.

"Then Naito Longchamp will start first!" Naito shouted cheerfully. "My skill is that I fail every single course!"

"Tsuna does that too." said Reborn.

Tsuna jumped, blushing. "Ack!"

The entire room sweat dropped.

Cerelia turned to Yamamoto and whispered, "Wake me up when this fuckary is over." He laughed anxiously yet, didn't argue when she rested her head on her arms folded on her desk.

"Can you guys get serious?" scoffed one student.

"This is the class president we're talking about." another scolded.

"Are you two really fit to do this?" said someone else.

Tsuna withered.

"Aw, calm down, everyone! Change of pace, I'll show everyone my girlfriend!"

Cerelia raised her head at that. Actually, that statement caught everyone's attention.

"C'mon, Terumi!" Naito called out into the hallway. "Don't be shy, come flying through the door!"

At that, a huuuuuuge girl—in height and weight—with a scrunched up face, a funky up-do, and uni-brow came through the door.

Naito blew her excited kisses. "Tell me! Terumi! You're so cute!"

Terumi was silent for a moment, "...idiot." Then, she turned on her heel and left. Naito speedily went after her. "Aww, really! You're so shy!"

The entire room was silent for a moment.

"He always can't help bragging whenever he has a girlfriend." a guy stated.

Another boy shook his head. "How to say this...he has guts..."

Cerelia face-palmed. This is normal...? Oh, Kami...

Gokudera snickered. "If this is a contest of friends, Jyuudaime has a really skilled tutor named Reborn."

"Don't join in their idiocy!" whined Tsuna.

Seriously..., deadpanned Cerelia.

Naito returned at that. "Aw, no way, Sawada-chan hires a tutor? Same here! I have a tutor too! Actually," He motioned to Mangusta. "It's actually this idiot!" Said idiot blushed madly, grinning embarrassed.

"Him?" Tsuna bugged out.

"For educational purposes, he's dressed up as a student!" Naito explained. "Don't be fooled by his looks, he's already forty!"

"Ehhhh!" went everyone in class, especially Tsuna and Gokudera. Yamamoto laughed from next of Cerelia, whose head met her desk.

The stupidity...it's so...painful..., she thought miserably.

"I-I think I'll vote for No-Good Tsuna." a student admitted reluctantly.

"I also think that Longchamp isn't really right for this..." another teenager said feebly.

A boy concurred hesitantly, "Same."

"Same here." weakly laughed another.

"Come on, everybody, calm down!" pleaded Naito.

"If this is how it is..." muttered Mangusta, taking something out of his pocket.

Tsuna panicked. "What is he taking out?"

"I hear that the Tomaso family has secret bullets too." pointed out Reborn.

"Uh? Secret bullets!" paled Tsuna, biting his lip.

"Longchamp-kun, look over here~!" sang Mangusta, revealing a gun.

"Hm?" Naito looked at his right-hand/tutor.

And then, he was shot right in the temple.

"Oh, shit..." sighed Cerelia.

The class gasped.

Tsuna gasped. "It's the Dying Will bullet!"

Naito twitched and sat up in just his boxers. And then...

Slumped over and started to cry?

What the-?

"My past has been complete darkness. My future shall be complete darkness." he sobbed, his crying rattling his body. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

Cerelia deadpanned. Is this legit?

"He stripped..." murmured a student in surprise.

"Longchamp is crying!" exclaimed another person.

"Huh? I can't feel his Dying Will." blinked Tsuna, clearly confused.

"That's a Desolation Bullet." Reborn admitted.

"Wha-? Desolation Bullet?"

"They say that once shot, the person will be reborn as they mourn over themselves."

"What kind of tragic bullet is that!"

Naito continued to mourn from the floor, "I sort of knew it...the around me are annoyed by me. But even a person like me had a best friend," He sniffled, the tears continuing to run. "But last year, my dog Pochi had passed away when we were out walking. He understood me so well, I could tell him anything."

"A dog?" was everyone's mental question. That was his best and only friend?

"That guy, he's really lonely, isn't he..." said someone.

"I feel sorry for him." confessed another.

"He's hidden his sadness behind his cheerful smile..."

"Let's just let him be the class president."

Gokudera and Tsuna jumped with shock. Yamamoto blinked and Cerelia deadpanned.

Seriously?

"That's the power of the Desolation Bullet." Reborn said. "The Desolation Bullet will gain sympathy from the people around him with his sadness."

And so, Longchamp became Class President.

Sighing deeply, Cerelia hung her head. So much for her "normal" day...

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