Namimori High School Festival
By: Finalxfantasy91
Disclaimer: All rights go to Akira Amano for KHR characters. Plot and OC's belong to me.
Note: This story takes place a month after the Arcobaleno Un-cursing arc. Knowing the Vongola (or plainly Decimo gen. lifestyle) a lot can happen during that time. Also, excuse my grammar mistakes. I don't really bother.
I am Finalxfantasy91 on . If you are wondering why this one is different…well, I just haven't gotten around to updating it. And the stories there are int he process of remaking anyway (when I get the chance to).
Bullet 1: Suggestions are No Good
Sawada Tsunayoshi, 15 years-old, (ab)normal first year of Namimori High, felt stupid... Really, really, stupid...
How could he not realize something was wrong when he didn't wake up to the loving morning calls he usually gets from his tutor, Reborn: meaning a Leon hammer slamming onto his head (or any other bodily harm for that matter) and rain of bullets?
He should have known something like this would happen. Why wouldn't it when he had openly talked about Namimori High's suggestion box for the school festival last night with his friends when they were over for dinner. The tutor/hitman's eyes were gleaming in mischief, brief appearance but disappeared the moment Tsuna could take another glance was all signs of hell coming for him as the Satan-hell-spawn. He should have seen it coming when Reborn didn't try to steal his food that night (and this morning), sending him off without as much of a killing intent than usual.
Alarm bells were already ringing in his head, and what did Tsuna do? He waved it off... He, Sawada Tsunayoshi, waved off his hyper intuition; the one thing that saved his butt too many times to even count, and he blatantly waved it off. Oh how he regretted ignoring the warning signs.
Then again, he was still jumping with paranoia, expecting the ringing from the battle watches (which are long gone, but still felt as if it was still wrapped around his thin wrist). Even though everyone involved survived and the Arcobaleno's curse finally broken, he couldn't help but expect Kawahira to turn on him with the Sky orange pacifier ready to latch onto his life. A month passed by with positive results from Talbot and Kawahira. The Arcobaleno - Ex-Arcobaleno - are no longer restricted by the infantile curse and can restart on their lives. True they were still in infant state, but by the end of the year they should be showing signs of growing (something Tsuna wasn't looking forward to when it comes to Reborn. He did not want to know what his hell training entails when Reborn finally reaches his adult form).
That's another problem for another time. Back to the topic of his current despair…
Like wishing for his tortu-tutor-to stop what he was doing, smirking like a scheming devil, in front of the entire school population in his 'Reboyama-sensei' costume readying an announcement.
Yes, in front of the entire school populace. Why would everyone be in the auditorium, you ask? Well, it might be because the school faculty announcement echoed across the building for all students to be there so they could draw from the festival suggestion box…yes again…a drawing for the festival; and, do you know what else? That box, just so happens to be sitting innocently underneath the waiting palms of the disguised tutor.
'Reborn, what are you doing?!' Tsuna thought in horror as his eyes met with said tutor when he entered the second floor of the auditorium.
'What do you think I'm going to do, Dame-Tsuna?' the tutor's eyes practically replied back, smirk widening.
"Jyuudaime?" a familiar but concerned voice from behind him perked up in his hearing. "Is something wrong?"
"Tsuna, what's up?" another equally concerned voice asked when he didn't reply.
"Hayato...Takeshi..." he slowly said the first names of his friends (he realized a few weeks after the curse break, he had been calling everyone by last name basses; except for a few) closing his eyes in hopeful expectancy that he was imagining this realistic nightmare. "Please tell me you don't see a smirking tiny demon standing up at the podium with his hands on the suggestion box."
"Ummm... 'I don't see a smirking tiny demon standing up at the po-' Oww!" the oh-so-cheerful Takeshi rubbed the back of his head after Hayato hit him angrily.
"He didn't mean it literally, you baseball-sword-freaking-idot!" the silverette teen growled, glaring at the other.
"Haha, I knew that," he replied laughing. "I just said it for fun; hahaha! Whoa!" he dodged another hit.
"Guys," Tsuna pleaded he was having a nightmare; a very realistic nightmare. "Please!"
Both boys stopped their banter to look at their friend, clearly showing signs of distress, then at each other with curiosity before peering over to the stage they have yet to glimpse since their arrival. Both blanched in recognition of the Sun Arcobaleno by noting the curly sideburns (something they learned from Tsuna after having enough of their blindness of seeing his tutor right in front of them). By the way Reborn was smirking at them, he was going to push the young boss' stress level to the extremes.
Takeshi and Hayato looked to each other in silent conversation on what to do. Takeshi placed one finger on his lips questioningly. It took the bomber a minute to think about it before shaking his head, pointing at Reborn, who seemed increasingly menacing with every second he kept his gaze. The baseball star slumped with a silent sigh in defeat as Hayato broke the news.
"Sorry, Jyuudaime, but I do see someone standing on the podium...and it looks like Reborn-San."
"I was afraid of that..." Tsuna despondently sighed eyes opening, immediately sighting the smirking ('It's growing wider...Why is it growing wider? Did he already do something?!') hitman.
"What do you think the Kid will be doing?" Takeshi inquired following the despondent brunette to their seats. Only the silverette rolled his eyes at the obviousness of the rolling tapping fingers atop the suggestion box. But his irritation was more towards the sword-wielding Guardian calling the famous hitman a 'Kid' when he knows that the Arcobaleno are much older than they appeared.
"To make my life miserable ('like always')," Tsuna muttered under his breath before suddenly being pushed from behind. Hayato and Takeshi, with quick reflexes, grabbed the brunette's arms, pulling him back upright. It was a close call with them being so close to the railing (though they knew he would survive it, it did not mean they wanted him to).
"Get a move on already, Dame-Tsuna!"
The trio glared up to the assailant; well Hayato and Takeshi were glaring, Tsuna just watched solemnly. Takusa Keita, if Tsuna remembered correctly, was an upperclassman who reefed for the Kendo match a year back. He was smirking smugly, as always, as Tsukamoto Yeijiro, another of the upperclassman that had given him the weighted gears, laughed. With those two there, meant that Mochida Kensuke was nearby. Tsuna was right as he looked further behind the two. Mochida hung back with a blank expression.
"That's not funny you bastards!" Hayato growled in fury. "Jyuudaime could have fallen over if we didn't catch him on time! Apologize!"
"Why should I, when he was blocking the way," Takuse sneered into their personal space.
"Yeah, you aren't too afraid of heights are you, Dame-Tsuna?" Tsukamoto taunted. "Maybe you should run home to mommy like you always do. Hahaha!"
Tsuna rolled his eyes at the usual bullying he received from the two Kendo members. Ever since Mochida's loss and hearing about his win over the Kokuyo gang (how that news spread, he would never point at the most likely suspect still watching him with those mischievous onyx eyes). They went above and beyond to make him miserable. He wasn't sure if it was just jealousy or grudge driven (probably both) to losing to the Dame-Tsuna, but it was getting seriously annoying. This was the seventh attempt this week out of the seven hundred that he had received the last semester.
However...he has noticed something odd.
It wasn't noticeable at first, since crazy events kept taking up as first priority: the future fiasco, inheritance ceremony, Shimon betrayal then alliance, and the latest, Arcobaleno Representative battle. Now that he didn't have to jump into some sort of battle with relative peace for the last month, he noticed that the Kendo captain's demeanor had changed since he was released from the hospital (during his week stay before returning to the future).
"I wouldn't threaten Tsuna anymore if I were you, Senpai's," Tsuna blinked pulling away from his thoughts in hearing Takeshi's 'I'm-pissed-so-you-better-back-off-now' voice; a rare occurrence in his opinion.
The two stepped back alarmed by the sudden coldness of those words. Students nearby stared owlishly, never having heard their baseball ace look so serious outside of a game. In fact, this wasn't even his in-game seriousness but something entirely foreign.
"'Or,' what, Yamamoto...?" Mochida questioned, stepping forward in front of his team members, for the first time in their presence.
'I'm right,' Tsuna thought with a frown. 'Something is different. Mochida's personality was not like this before. But this feeling... I have felt this before but where have I...?'
"'Or,' you will be losing something really important," the Rain Guardian threatened, hand's moving towards his Vongola-X gear necklace, the Storm doing the same with hands hovering over the red belts.
The gesture, Tsuna admitted, wouldn't be threatening in a civilian's perspective. Which was why Takuse, Tsukamoto and the rest of the eavesdroppers were pulling confused expressions. Mochida's reaction, however, was different.
A year ago, Tsuna wouldn't notice the change, but after Reborn's constant Spartan training methods he could see the shift in Mochida's weight to the balls of his feet readying to defend or attack.
Mochida's gaze flickered to Tsuna. With a click, the last of the puzzle pieces fell into place. The reason for the kendo captain's lack of cockiness as he stayed to the sidelines. Eyes flickering with weariness and cunning intellect. Even if his emotions were hidden, he could see his expectancy from him. Just like Hana's when she confronted him a few weeks prior; though, she was more along the lines irritated.
She was fed up with them disappearing and wanted answers why she had realistic dreams since the earthquake.The same earthquake resulted from the Arcobaleno's 'presents' after they re-stabilized the world of the future.
'He had his future-self's memories...'
However, he wasn't a 100% positive of the answer, even with his intuition pulsed in agreement at his conclusion, he was still wary in Mochida's actions. If what he remembered was correct, the future Takeshi (the first time he had arrived in the future), he said something about "losing contact with Kensuke". Closing his eyes, Tsuna concentrated in collected a small part of his flames (finally managing to do so without outside influences). Gently he placed his hand on Takeshi and another to bar Hayato from doing anything unnecessary.
They didn't protest, to many onlookers surprise. The famous (one-sided) bickering duo would usually blow over their brunette friend's attempt in stopping them (err...the silver-headed Italian)...moved back, although still tense, as if by order or hostility.
Then...Tsuna opened his eyes.
Bystanders (besides Tsuna's friends) breath hitched in awe. The chocolate brown eyes that usually adorned the Dame student in such innocence, seemed to mature in moments (many girls, and a few boys, suddenly found themselves blushing); glow like a blazing flame was lit behind them. Shivers went down their spine feeling themselves being judged; everything exposed from their soul, either be it sin or embarrassment even though the gaze were nowhere on them.
No one moved.
No one made a sound.
To do so would seemingly bring some sort of wrath upon them.
Mochida, for his part, didn't even flinch as he stood there, keeping his eyes locked onto the brunette's. He showed himself as who he was and is; not afraid of the exposure; not a piece of him hidden. Trust clearly shown, along with his resolution, to the test before him...
A minute passed but it felt like an eternity for many. Everyone expecting to witness the beginning of what could become a fight, swallowed thickly. Another proclamation of another duel between an angered Kendo captain who lost to Dame-Tsuna. Instead, what happened next left all (including the forgotten kendo members) rushing to calm down their flushing cheeks.
Tsunayoshi closed his eyes, heaved out a sigh of...relief?...and smiled brightly.
Like a cue, both Takeshi and Hayato relaxed. Takeshi was back to his laughing bright self; Hayato still had his scowl, but in lesser degree.
Mochida also heaved a sigh, a playful smirk adorning his lips, his body he didn't realize was tense, relaxed.
"All right guys," the Kendo captain said snapping everyone out of their confused daze. "Shows over! Let's get to our seats now! We don't want Hibari Kyouya to come "Bite us to death" for continuing this crowding!"
Takusa and Tsukamoto, confusion on their faces, didn't even hesitate, slipping past them (though for some reason they tried to not even touch Tsuna, even with the narrow space). Everyone else, who were still recovering from the blinding-Tsuna-smile, followed in a quicker pace upon hearing the lurking Disciplinary Committees Chairman's (who shouldn't even be in the school any longer) name.
Mochida turned to them and stepped forward, speaking softly enough just for them to hear, "Sorry...Boss...Was just checking if what I kept dreaming,true or not. This will not happen again."
"Its fine...Kensuke-Sempai...and call me Tsuna," Tsuna hesitated, but glade it wasn't rejected when a smile widened on the Captain's face. "You should understand that the main Clams didn't have the memories of that time. However, it shouldn't be an excuse since I heard about what you did my first stay there. The only one I know that were involved and in the school is Kurokawa-san, and she was the one to confront me about it."
"Ah, that explains a bit," Mochida...Kensuke thought taking in the new info, until his name was called by the Tsukamoto. "Ah, I have to get going...Tsuna. I'll be coming by sometime at your house with a few others. We've been wanting to speak to you sooner." The three rose eyebrows at that. "See you later." He gave the three a slight bow and left to his seat. Those that were close enough to observe the peaceful conversing to someone that he once was hostile towards, stared dumbfounded and mind even more befuddled by the sudden change in attitude.
"Why that lousy son of a-" Hayato started, growling under his breath.
"Language, Hayato," Tsuna warned pinching the bridge of his nose. One puzzle solved, a black box is now back in the forefront of problems.
"But he-!"
"Maa~maa~... he's now in-the-know, Haya-chan. Give him some slack..." Takashi smiled, much to the relief of many of his fans. Unfortunately, there were some that were too traumatized to see their supposedly eternally smiling baseball ace threatening a person.
"You Baseball-idiot! Don't call me-"
"All students, please be seated so we can begin..." the Principle abruptly announced to the still dawdling students, cutting Hayato from what would have started another (one-sided arguments). Though his eyes were up onto the second floor so he must have seen the commotion.
"Come on guys," Tsuna groaned walking to some empty seats. 'Let's get this soon-to-be-hell over with.'
~Vongola Style~
As the noise settled down, the Principle started what Tsuna was sure going to haunt him in his nightmares forever.
"As announced two days ago, we have asked all of you to place any suggestions in this box for the upcoming School Festival." His arm swept towards Reborn and the said object. "This is per instructed by the famously, renown, Reboyama-sensei ('Haha, it's actually infamously renown...' - Tsuna thought), we are bypassing the traditional approach of individual classrooms in choosing on what to do."
It took a minuted but Tsuna finally processed what the aging Principle had said, eyes widening with every revelation. 'Wait, what did he say?! 'Perinstructed'?! Rebornsuggested to do this!? HE KNEW ABOUT THIS ALL ALONG!?'
"Class representatives are to come down and pick out of this box a suggestion. Whatever is picked must be done. Do not worry about getting the same choices; we have already taken out all repetitive suggestions, and I must say, we have a lot to look forward to seeing in the festival." He smiled brilliantly at the students who hooted in positive response, basking in the children's energy. After another minute he raised his hand to quiet down.
"However, I feel that creativity will be lacking. So," Tsuna dreaded when the Principle paused walking over to Reborn. "Reboyama-sensei has provided a motivator."
Both Hayato and Takeshi winced when they saw Reborn smirk. The hitman, beady eyes zeroing-in on Tsuna. The young boss-in-training didn't like where this was heading, his intuition becoming deafening by the second as the mic was handed over to the mini-Satan.
"A dear Friend of mind has donated a special (and I do mean very special) prize to the winning class." The brunette's jaw dropped in disbelief as students around him (and friends) chatter excitedly on what it could be. "To get it, your class must follow the requirements that will come with your suggestion as well as receive the most reviews for their class-booth by the end of the first day... Any questions?"
He waited a bit but didn't find any student's raising their hands, but each student (except Tsuna... and Kyouya, wherever he was, since the festival meant crowding) looked too eager to begin.
"None? Well, let's begin the selecting," Reborn said like a magician beginning his act before he handed the mic back to the Principle, then disappearing off the stage (not before, giving a mentally hyperventilating Tsuna, one last smirk).
"Will each female of the odd-class representatives from A-1 to C-3 please come forward; Males from the even-class representatives from A-2 to C-4 come forward. The rest of the school is dismissed to their homerooms. Once you get your theme and requirements begin planning on how to win; but, be warned...Sabotage will be an immediate elimination of the prize. I am having the D.C. keeping lookouts (Everyone shuddered, knowing a demon Prefect eye's will be following them throughout their constructions). Dismissed!"
With that, Tsuna's body sagged, dreading in what Reborn had in store for his class.
'And why the seven hells did Grandpa agree to helping out in Reborn's schemes? What was he thinking?!"