He stares at the shoji, distantly aware of the woman with the almost Blindingly Golden hair by his side.

It's one of these dreams, he thinks.

Tsuna's had these dreams for as long as he can remember. Of women with either golden hair or eyes or both. It's their memories.

He has no idea why he sees all seven of these women's memories. It's really creepy.

He turns to look at her, peeking over her arm to see the book she's reading. He grimaces and turns back to facing the shoji. It's kana, an ancient alphabet. He sighs and leans on his hand, waiting for the dream to end.

He's jostled awake by the bell, and blearily sits up and gathers his stuff. He beelines it to the door, and then to the bathroom, hoping the bullies would once again skip searching the bathrooms for him.

He has no clue why they go out of their way to bully him. A favorite pastime maybe?

Yeah right.

Leaning back on the toilet, he pulls out a book, smiling slightly. It's the translated version that Honoka, the woman from his dreams, was reading. These dreams are his only escapes, but there's a nagging feeling like something is missing. Maybe because there are only seven women? Is it the odd number?

They all act so similarly too. Like they are the same person recycled. He pauses in his reading to stare at the stall door. Buddhism. Reincarnation.

He wonders how pathetic his last reincarnation would have to be in order to create him.

Tsuna ignores the aching in his wrist.

He managed to avoid the bullies today. He wonders how long he can keep on avoiding them before they realize where he's hiding. It's entire possible they do and are just waiting for him to put his guard-hragrarh-

He stares up at the sky bewailing his misfortune before looking at the person who knocked him over, spotting the black hair (Mochida-senpai-) and reflexively letting out a stuttering apology.

"H-hie, I-i'm sorry!"

"Ow." She wheezes, rubbing her side. "It's okay, I wasn't looking where I was going." She lifts her head up and Tsuna stops breathing momentarily staring at her eyes. Out of all of the gold eyes he's looked into, hers have the most depth. The most life.

He begins hesitantly, "A-are you okay?" and then it clicks. She's the Eighth woman. Or girl, looking at her age.

"Y-yes, I'm okay. Thank you for asking..." He looks away from her, unable to process her presence. She's nothing like what Tsuna imagined. What's going to happen? He thinks, running through all of the memories he has of the other women.

She stands and reaches her hand out for him. Unsure of the outcome, he hesitantly takes it.

Tsuna brushes dirt off of his pants before he looks over at the eighth girl. He notices her eyes on his scars and grows nervous.

She's a version of the numerous women he's admired all throughout his life. He... He doesn't want her to pity him, or to treat him delicately because of some scars.

"Y-you..."

He gulps, afraid of her reaction.

"You wouldn't mind if I took you out to get something to eat would you? As an apology for knocking you over of course!" She laughs it off, but as she stares he realizes that she won't treat him differently.

It's scary knowing someone so deeply but yet knowing nothing about them. He thinks looking nervously at her. Tsuna isn't quite sure what to expect, but he's relieved by her reaction.

She asks where the best place to eat is and Tsuna quietly sifts through memories, trying to remember what the reincarnations all liked.

Tsuna despairs, having to default to Take-sushi.

"I would say Take-sushi. I haven't had it in a really long time, but I remember it tasting really good!"

She smiles, pointing out her free hand out. "Lead the way then!"

He smiles slightly as he begins walking the route to Take-sushi.

Looking back at her, he notices that Eighth seems to be keeping an eye on their surroundings. Watching for danger?

But why?

"U-um. My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi." Tsuna says, trying to distract Eighth from her surveying of our surroundings.

"I'm Bitoku Yasuka! And to be named after a shogun? Nice."

Tsuna blushes slightly, scratching his cheek. "You have a unique last name though. I don't think I've ever heard of anyone with that last name." Except for your previous incarnations.

She sighs. "But that makes me so distinct. Sometimes I would like to have a name where if someone said it, there wouldn't know who they were talking about. Like your last name. Sawada is pretty common."

"I know, but besides direct family I don't I've ever met any other Sawadas."

"Still Sawada-san, it's a lot better then Bitoku!"

Tsuna grins at her, looking at the gentle smiling on her face. He looks forward, trying to ignore the urge to celebrate finally meeting his idol.

Before he can stop himself, he says, "Bitoku-san. I know this sounds strange, but I feel as if I've known you for a really long time."

She grins and take a few larger steps forward, "Maybe that's because we were destined to be friends, neh!"

Tsuna gets this look on his face, almost like he's blinded by wonder and curiosity. "Friends?"

She nods, "Yup! Friends. Now let's hurry, there's gotta be a sushi platter calling our names!"

Tsuna's eyes light up and Yasuka's smile turns bittersweet.

Friends...

I can be friends with Bitoku (Honoka)?

Tsuna stares out the window, hearing his mother puttering around downstairs. It's been a few days since he's last seen Bitoku, and he hasn't had any dreams of the memories.

He tucks himself into a ball, eyes half-lidded, just staring. Life is surprising empty without them.

He wonders, was it a lie? He doesn't understand how or why it could be a lie, maybe he should go look for the younger girl? Honoka would've sought him out again by now...

"Tsuna!" He jumps, realizing it's his mom. He gets up and peeks out from the door. "Can you get go an get some carrots, potatoes, and lettuce for me? I ran out and forgot to get some."

He nods and runs back into his room to stuff a hoodie on.

Walking slowly down the stairs as to not fall down them, Nana motions to some bills on the table with her knife. "Try to get home soon okay? And try not to fall or trip alright? Dinner will be ready soon."

He nods and heads out the door, checking his watch. He walks out onto the street and flips his hood up.

Time to get some food.

"Uh hey." Tsuna looks over to see a boy his age with black eyes. Anxiety creeps into his soul as the boy speaks up again. "Sawada Tsunayoshi right? I'm Enderson Luca, call me Luca." The boy, Luca, he corrects himself, continues "Ya-chan has told me all about you. You're way cuter then what she makes you out to be."

Tsuna blushes, scratching his cheek. Cute? he doesn't know about that. "It's nice to meet you Luca-san. How has Bitoku-san been?"

A vaguely annoyed look crosses Luca's face. "Busy. You probably don't know this but she's technically the Head of our Clan. She's been pulling all-nighters organizing and completing paperwork here."

Tsuna blinks. That's no surprise to him. He's seen Honoka do the same.

Luca stops to squeeze some avocadoes. "What are you looking for?" Tsuna asks.

"Avocadoes, tomatoes, green onions, garlic, and more. Ever had Mexican food?"

Tsuna shakes his head and feels a little wary at the devilish grin Luca had at the answer.

Tsuna took a bite of the burrito and melts. The red-haired boy across from him stares at him with a vaguely amused look. Tsuna nervously tilts his head in response.

"You are so going to be adopted by Itsuki."

Tsuna swallows his bite, and asks "Who is Itsuki?"

He opens his mouth to respond when Itsuki bursts into the dining room with an angry Bitoku-san under his arm.

"Let me go!" She snarls, and at this Tsuna grows confused. Honoka never acted like this... Why is she?

Itsuki smirks, looking down at the pissed Peace he had pinned to his body.

"Ho?" He turns towards a window. "Shall I 'let you go' out there?"

Bitoku-san slows in her thrashing to give Itsuki a confused look. "Are you going to drop me out of the window or walk out of the building and leave me outside?"

Itsuki winks.

A flurry of curses come from her mouth as she attempts to escape with a renewed vigor.

Honoka never acted like that. She was more of a sly angry, and wouldn't have even ended up in the situation in the first place. Why isn't she acting like Honoka?

"..besides, you clearly haven't noticed our guest."

Her head perks up and they make eye contact.

The blush that spread across her face is contagious, and Tsuna finds himself looking away and trying to ignore his heated cheeks.

If Bitoku-san is Honoka, but doesn't act like her...

Maybe the people around her changed her actions..?

Yes.

That's the only reason.

Honoka is Yasuka and Yasuka is Honoka.

I mean, isn't that obvious?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

There's probably gonna be a lot of these, but slowly over time, you'll realize what exactly I have to do in order for TsunaxOc to happen.

And lemme tell you, Tsuna's current mindset of Honoka=Yasuka gonna be the main antagonist to their relationship.

And for those who play Mystic Messenger, this is vaguely inspired by Yoosung's route. I've only managed to get BE1 though, so I don't know/can't say much.

I'd also like to say this now, to the more perceptive people they'll realize that there are details missing.

and my response to that is:

;)

I've also finished the next chapter. Not getting it until next Saturday lol. Well, maybe. Depends on if and how much more I get done.