A/N:

@Hina-cchi: Hi! Hahaha. I'm just worried that Tsuna's actions and words won't fit in.

@Ferizier: Yeah! But let's see about Soma, hahaha. We can't change his attitude that much.

@CAD270895: Hm... Let's see in the future chapters. :)

@foxchick1: Thank you. 3

So hey! Thank you for the reviews! They really pumped me up. Haha. Oh, and reminder, we will be following Shokugeki no Soma's timeline here. There might be some scenes that won't be mentioned, so I hope... You'll understand why those scenes need to be cut or not mentioned. Either ways, thank you.

But you can complain to me about them. I won't really mind. This is my first crossover fic. I'm not used to the thought of combining people from different series. So yeah. Hahaha.

Translation (from Japanese to English):

Baka - Idiot/stupid

Anyway, go on. Hahaha.


Chapter Three


'From: xxx-xxx-xxx

Subject: (none)

Message: I'm okay.'


Reborn stared at the unknown number that messaged him. He doesn't know what to think. Questions flew here and there as he read the short message he received over and over again. He knew it's Tsuna though. Regardless, after sorting out his thoughts, he felt relieved, proud and excited. Who knew his student will purchase a new phone just to tie an end in any case someone tries to track him?

As of now, the whole Namimori Middle is buzzing with questions of Tsuna's whereabouts. He had convinced Chrome to at least put on a show tomorrow that Tsuna is inside the room. The female mist nodded, as if willing to help her boss. As a matter of fact, Reborn even deduced that Chrome will never acknowledge Ieyasu as her sky.

The problem now was Hibari though. He did not like Tsuna's missing presence in Namimori. It was understandable since he is a cloud and very possessive. He also vowed to bite the sky when the time comes, and how can he when his prey got away? Reborn had to lie to the skylark that he sent Tsuna away since Ieyasu will take on the brunet's place. It didn't really set well since like Chrome, Kyouya did not acknowledge Ieyasu as his sky. Heck, he even dubbed the blond as a pest.

Of course, he said the same thing to others who asked the teen's whereabouts. Lambo didn't even questioned him, but the kid's inquisitive gaze were really penetrating. Lambo will remain as Tsuna's lightning then. But that will be tested with Ieyasu.

Speaking of the blond, Reborn is pretty thankful that the oldest twin has a weak intuition. The new heir didn't even question his lie. He almost laughed at how gifted Tsuna was even after all the hardship he experienced from being sealed away to struggling against life threatening events. If it wasn't for those, the hyper intuition of his student won't grow with intensity. Alongside that, Tsuna was blessed with Primo's blessing. Who the heck knew that Giotto even helped his student scare off Byakuran in the future?

Reborn sighed as he settled his excitement into a simmer. Just a text that he received at the evening of the fourth day of disappearance made him excited. How low can he be? Or perhaps how high his expectation on his student will be?

Unpredictability. Unpredictability.

Yes. Yes. Tsuna is growing up.

Coolly, he started to type his own reply.


'To: xxx-xxx-xxx

Subject: Chaos

Message: Occasional updates.'


After sending it, Leon switched back to his form. He patted his partner before helping him go back to his hat. Reborn started to walk towards the familiar street of which Shoichi Irie's residence is. He needs to make amends on things for his student's safety. First of all, he needs to block off any access on Nana's phone before Iemitsu gets an idea that his wife is cheating on him and tries to see any possible number that contacts his wife and then discover Tsuna. He should probably ask Shoichi to put some recognition access or stronger security that only Nana or him can do.

Nope. It's pay back time, and he will make that bastard suffer after making his beloved student ran away from home.


A beautiful day at the Tootsuki Culinary Academy in the month of April. The sky is clear and the sun isn't as hot as it is. At most part, it was the first day of the new semester. A good day to put up a welcoming ceremony.

"We will proceed to present the award for the best of this year. Representative of the first year, Erina Nakiri." The emcee announced cheerfully and proud.

A lot of praises were verbalized from the students down the stage. Erina, with her blonde hair and violet eyes, walked to the platform with grace and confidence. She smiled pleasantly to the emcee who blushed a little while handing the certificate to her. Erina faced the crowd and gave a small bow before moving to the other end of the stage.

"Now here is Sir Senzaemon Nakiri to give us a speech." The emcee said before going out of the way.

An old man with white hair and bulky structure wearing a yukata took the stage and went for the microphone. A mix of praises and scared comments erupted from the student below the platfrom. Senzaemon Nakiri, the academy director and the man who had led Japanese cooking industry to its prosperity, didn't really mind. It was a reputation he would like to keep afloat and live on. Even being called a food mafia Don or a food demon king is a praise for him already. It's not even his fault that he looked scary. He has to be strict to get his point across.

He stood in front of the podium, with arrays of students watching his every move and waiting for him to say his speech. Curiously, he looked around to see any familiar faces in the crowd. The scan didn't disappoint him though. He saw Joichiro's son, waiting for his cue and sitting beside the familiar brunet who was talking to the redhead with a soft expression.

He honestly didn't know what was he thinking when he invited the brunet to study in his academy. He only got the kid's name and his manners of dealing with people. He doesn't even know if the kid can cook that well. But since Erina made him pass, he felt great. He just wants to help the child who looked too young to be wandering around with his clothes and empty stomach. And believe it or not, he doesn't do this often. It was just out of spur.

Shaking his head mentally, he focused at the task in hand and opened his mouth to start his speech.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Congratulation for entering the high school section." He started off with a small harmless smile to everyone. "On your three years in the middle school section, you've deepened your knowledge about the basics of food preparation and its ingredients. You've had classes with cooking drills where you actualy work and all sorts of lectures about cooking theory, nutrition, sanitation, agriculture, management."

The students nodded, some murmuring to those people beside them.

"And now, you're standing at the entrance to the high school section. But what will be tested isn't your technique or knowledge, it's if you have the guts to live as a chef." Senzaemon raised his hand pointed a finger to the students with no one in particular. "Ninety-nine percent of you are sacrificial stones in order to polish the remaining one percent gems. Out of the eight hundred twelve new first years from last year, the number of students that advanced to the second year is seventy-six."

The students stared at him with uncertainty that he smirked at.

"We'll mercilessly cast away the incompetent and ordinary people." His eyes caught the brunet stood up and about to walk away, but the redhead immediately took his waist and made him sit again. Director kept his face neutral although his mind curiously asked what was that reaction for. "By the time the one thousand first years reach their second year, they will become one hundred. Cause to count down the number of people that will graduate, one hand will be enough. And you,"

The children's eyes lit up, some even dared to smile as if ready for the challenge he was about to say. Senzaemon did smile in a challenging way.

"you will become one of those handful of chefs. Devote to your studies." He roamed his eyes before nodding. "That's all."

Director Nakiri went to the side where his granddaughter was watching. He nodded at her before making his way, only to come back again when he remembered that he has two promising transfer students he wants to see.

"To finish off," The emcee, who went back to the podium, concluded. "I would like to call on the two transferees to the stage."

Senzaemon's interest was piqued when the redhead walked for the stage and took the podium. His eyes roamed the crowd for the familiar brunet he recruited. He wasn't there. Did he skip?

He eyed the redhead. Like any other non-confirmists, the teen's uniform isn't like the academy boys' uniform. It was a little on the violet side with white linings, blue shirt on the inside and a towel tied on his wrist. He looked passive, but the way he cheekily smiled is actually pretty irritating in a way.

"Well," A modulated voice was heard. "like I'm sorry for being in this high place. I have to express my intentions, right? That's why they called us here." Joichiro's son had even the audacity to look embarrassed that he can't help snickering at. "I'm beaten, do I really have to do this? Saying them on stage is embarrassing."

"Get on with it already!" Some students shouted.

The teen smiled teasingly and cheeky. "Then I'll keep it short, I'll say two or three things. I'm Soma Yukihira. Truth to be told, I only think of this academy as a stepping stone. But I got admitted here unexpectedly. But I don't plan to lose to some bunch that has never stood in front of clients. And now that I'm in, I'll take the top."

The crowd stared at him, astonished with his speech, while Senzaemon guffawed.

"Soma." A clear voice called with fond exasperation, penetrating the silent field.

The brunet, that Senzaemon wanted to see, walked to the platform. He's wearing the academy's buttoned up white collared shirt and midnight slacks without the standard red and yellow stripped necktie. Like always, his hair defies gravity and his innocent eyes were trained on the redhead. He gracefully walked towards the podium, almost like gliding if they didn't know. The confidence he exude rivaled Yukihira's, and the small smile on his lips was only given to his friend.

"Took you long enough. You didn't get lost, did you?" The ranga queried, almost in a teasing manner.

The brunet scoffed. "I memorized the layout of the academy. Also, the bathroom was near. I don't have to get lost. And if I did get lost, all I have to do was call you."

"Right. What can you do without me?"

"Uh, live a normal life?" Then the new comer took the mic from the redhead, who was snickering, and faced the student population with a polite smile and sincere expression. "Good day. Tsunayoshi Sawada here. Please don't expect me to stay that long, I am an ordinary person after all."

"I told you, you aren't." Yukihira admonished that Sawada ignored.

"I'll probably become a stepping stone for this guy here, and I honestly have no experience in facing any clients nor did some amazing things you had been doing through your middle school. Regardless, let's have fun in my whole year stay in here. In that way, we won't have any regrets after we got kicked out." And the brunet gave one of his breathtaking smiled. "Like one of my family had said, let's do it with our dying wills. Thank you."

The two moved to the side and bowed.

"In best regards in the next three years." Yukihira said in his bow.

The two straightened up and left the stage. The students below the stage were in an uproar. They kept on shouting and booing at Yukihira while a few were amazed at Sawada's lack of self-confidence and his encouragement to learn despite of the fear of being kicked out.

The two transferees reached the side where the two Nakiris were. Senzaemon got the brunet's attention, causing the latter to immediately stop walking in front of him and bow a little at his direction. The director was impressed. Most youngsters with manners will bow waist level, but the teen only moved his upper body to give a forty-five angle bow. It's as if he cannot bow to anyone unless he needed to.

Yukihira, though, was looking at his friend in confusion. His head was tilted on the side and kept on glancing between the brunet and the director. In the end, he also bowed in the same way before straightening his posture with Sawada.

"You don't have to mimic me, Soma." Sawada chided.

"But it's fun." Yukihira responded with a mischievous smile. "Who is he though?"

The brunet blinked then shrugged. "I don't really know him personally except he gave a speech awhile ago and was called the school director. But he's the one who recommended me."

"Oh." The redhead uttered before smiling at the older Nakiri. "Thank you for recommending, Tsuna."

Senzaemon saw his granddaughter facepalm at the two's denseness and cluelessness. Well, it's not everyday that you see some students who don't know him with his name.

"It was nothing." The director responded before turning to the brunet. "You're settled in, I assume."

"We'll be. Thank you for the concern."

"I did not expect your speech, child." He pointed out. "For someone who passed, you should be proud."

The brunet only smiled. "I did grow up in an ordinary household with a housewife as a mother. I don't have much cooking experience as your students have nor faced clients like Soma has been doing. So it is fitting to say such things."

"You aren't ordinary." The ranga, again, scolded. "I even had to keep you still when you were about to go."

Senzaemon blinked when he got what Yukihira meant. So what he said on the stage about kicking out ordinary people from the academy was the reason why the brunet was about to walk out and said that speech.

"Right right." And then the brunet's gaze went for his granddaughter, Erina, who was silently listening to them. "Nakiri-san, good morning."

Erina blushed a little before nodding. "Good morning, Tsuna-kun."

"Congratulations. I heard you passed everything in your exams." Sawada praised, earning an 'o' from Yukihira.

"Wow. You're good, Nakiri."

The blondie blushed before turning away and standing up. "Class is about to start."

"Ah right." The brunet looked at Senzaemon who has this amused expression on his face. "We'll be going, Sir. Pleased to see you today. Be careful on your way."

He nodded and the two sprinted out of the way. He watched them talk as they ran and disappear from his sight. He hummed under his breath as he walked out of the vicinity too. He needs to research on the child he recruited. There's something about the kid that intrigues him.


Tsuna sighed as he fixed the white apron on his front body. If stares can burn holes, he's afraid Soma will be a walking hole man by now. His friend is standing in front of his station, tossing and catching an onion while saying something out loud about self study and such in Home Economics.

He could almost snort. Like he has better comments on that. Since he was 'Dame-Tsuna', no one taught him how to do Home Economics. Heck, teachers avoid him. Even his mother always reminded him not to enter the kitchen. Quits, he doesn't want to cook too. But Reborn came crushing to his life and made him do things he doesn't want, so yeah.

"Eh? Why are you writing and eating the kanji of 'person' in your palm like you're gonna avenge your parents or something?" His attention went back to Soma. The redhead was talking to a girl with cobalt blue hair in low braided pigtails.

"A-Ah. I-It's for me n-not to g-get nervous o-or something l-like that." The lady said as she continued to write on her palm and eat the imaginary word. Tsuna's eyes perked up when those slumped shoulders went down more. "Because if I get another E, I'll get expelled."

"E-"

"Then we should prevent that." Tsuna chimed in, giving his friend a warning glance. Soma blinked before smiling sheepishly. He looked back to the lady who was staring at him and gave a small smile. "I'm Tsuna. Nice to meet you."

"M-Megumi Tadokoro." The lady introduced.

"I'm Soma Yukihira!" The ranga said with a smile. "We're partners in this class."

The lady nodded, a little unsure.

"Don't let your insecurities let you down." He advised the Tadokoro who kept staring at him. "Let's support each other to get our first A today."

"Yey!" Soma cheered.

Tsuna turned away from the redhead and looked at the bluenette who got baffled with the other's cheer. "Don't mind him."

"Eh. Tsuna." Yukihira drawled.

The brunet only sighed and patted the redhead's locks before looking around. He blinked when his intuition nudged him to smile to Soma, and he did. The redhead smiled back.

His two months stay with Soma were pretty eventful. There won't be a time that the ranga will not cook. A lot of their diner's customers love Yukihira's cooking, and he's pretty good with rush hours too. He did try to help sometimes, just waiting table to ease up the load.

Soma is pretty much a kid. He has some mischievous tendencies and mature times. Most of the time, he'll be with the redhead, grilling squid with peanut butter or just anything edible that can be tossed to the grilled seafood or the grill itself. The ranga was so shocked when he didn't shy away from the food and commented that they could use some ketchup. And with that, he became Yukihira's fascination.

At times, Soma is like... Gokudera. Pretty impulsive and very much a nerd when it comes to how to make a dish tastier and delicious. But he's also like Fon, the storm arcobaleno. He doesn't lash out when he's angry. He puts his emotions on his dishes and annoys the hell out of his enemy. Pretty much intimidating when he wants to, especially when he glares with those yellow eyes of his. Then he'll compare him to Belphegor for being so cheeky and naught sometimes, that even the brunet can't stop. At times, Tsuna can't help categorizing the other as a storm in general, and his hair practically screams of it.

He then looked at his friend who is having a friendly chat with Tadokoro who eased up a little. The girl reminded him of his past self who lacked a lot of self-confidence. He just wants to cheer her on because he knew how bad it is to have a pressure weighing one down.

"Attention!" Brown eyes languidly searched for the source of the command. "Good morning, young apprentis." A white haired man said in French while walking in the room.

"Good morning." Tsuna greeted back in a soft voice, earning some looks from his classmates.

"You can speak French?" The teacher queried, interested.

The brunet nodded. "Yes, Sir. But please continue."

"Very well. First of, you have to remember that you're responsible in making delicacies once you stand in the kitchen. For that, neither your experience nor status matters." The teacher glared at them. "In my class, dishes that can't get an A will get an E. Remember that."

The brunet was about nod when he noticed Tadokoro who's almost wailing in an anime style. He sweat dropped before tapping her shoulder. "May I ask something, Tadokoro-san?"

"A-Ah. Yes."

"Who is he?"

The lady looked at their teacher. "He's Roland Chapelle-sensei, also known as the teacher who doesn't smile. He's really strict with his evaluation. Last year, he failed a class of fifty students and eighteen got expelled because of that. God. I'm so unlucky to have him as a teacher." Then her shoulder slumped in devastation.

"Nah. Don't be." Tsuna assured. "You'll be surprised today."

"Eh?" Tadokoro blurted, perplexed at what he said.

"Soma!" He called. The other looked at him. "You heard what Tadokoro-san said about our sensei? Let's make him smile."

Soma's eyes twinkled. "Deal!"

Tadokoro's eyes widened. "Ha?"

"Ahem." The two looked back to the teacher. "Today's menu is Beef Bourguignon. A standard French dish. Just in case, I'll write the recipes on the white board. Your limit is two hours, and submit your dish as soon as it's finished." Gray eyes surveyed the students before nodding. "Let's start then- Start cooking!"

Tsuna parted from the two. Since the class is cooking by pair, and he's fairly the odd one out, he has to cook the dish alone. As he readied the ingredients (while entertaining an excited Soma and assuring a nervous Tadokoro), he remembered that beef bourguignon was one of Reborn's personal demands whenever the hitman wants him to cook. Subtly, the brunet thought of something.

'Reborn won't want it tough since he has baby teeth.' He thought to himself as he went for the ingredient section again and took a pineapple. On his way back, he saw two male teens hovering around the station next to his. His intuition nudged him and he hurriedly approached them.

Taking a towel from Soma's station, he put it on top of the lid they were about to open. He stared at the ready to sprinkle salt before letting his eyes travel towards the owners of the hands to their faces. He saw how surprised they were. Well, he is pretty much surprised and disappointed too.

He knew this kind of people. Those who don't care what will happen to others. He may have grown in a small town, but he knew how snobbish rich people are. Too pride-y and too high to reach. No wonder Reborn changed and raised him as a perfect Vongola Decimo. Someone who won't kill for the sake of money and greed.

"If you want revenge on Soma about what he said in the ceremony, do it fair and square." Tsuna said softly.

"Don't interfere." The other hissed.

"I won't if you didn't do it right in front of me." He retorted calmly. "I'll go if I were you. Chapelle-sensei is watching us."

One of them opened his mouth to say something when a voice beat him to it.

"What is the commotion?" The teacher asked as he approached them.

The two teens backed away, almost paling as sweats formed on their foreheads.

"Just talking, Sensei." Tsuna lied and gave the old man an apologetic smile. "We'll go back to work."

"Y-Yes, Sensei!" The two said in unison before they ran away.

The teacher nodded at Tsuna before going away. That made the brunet sigh in relief.

"Tsuna-san?" The brunet swiveled around and smiled to Tadokoro who was leading Soma. "Why are you there?"

"Just keeping your station in line." He responded, but he caught how the redhead's eyes sharpened. "Nothing much to worry."

"Thanks, Tsuna." His friend expressed before his eyes stared pointedly at the pineapple in his hand. "What's that for?"

Tsuna looked down to see the fruit. "Ah. Personal touches. Remember my tutor?"

"Yeah. That young kid?"

"Yup. Since he can't eat tough meat, I needed to tenderize it. So I found ways."

"I could do that?"

The brunet shrugged. "Dunno. I'm just doing it my way."

"Well, that teacher did say something good." Soma said as he untied the towel on his wrist and put it around his forehead. "Didn't he say that before we were students, we are chefs."

Tsuna hummed as he put the towel in the counter and walked to his station. "I wonder about that."

"Heh." The other uttered before turning to his partner. "Tadokoro, help me finish this."

"Y-Yes!"

Since he had to make up the lost time, Tsuna tapped his intuition to multi-task. It wasn't that hard since he was trained to do so. He didn't forget to put the pineapple and finish it off by putting it on the plate.

When Roland Chapelle-sensei called out 'Next', he stepped up at the same time with Soma and Tadokoro. Tsuna can't help himself from chuckling, taking in the ranga who grinned at him. They presented their dishes to the chef.

"Please, dig in." Tsuna politely said.

The teacher looked at their dishes and started off with Soma and Tadokoro's. He put the fork on the beef and pressed it a little. "It bounced. I thought you had a little predicament awhile ago that Sawada had to stop."

"Some salt were sprinkled." Soma answered, making Tsuna wince. The redhead saw this and bumped his shoulder lightly on the brunet's. "But we had it covered."

The teacher got interested. "What did you do?"

"We used honey to tenderize it."

"B-But how?!" The teacher blurted in surprise.

Yukihira snickered. "When I was a kid, I read something about pineapples making meat tender. But since you can't purchase pineapple most of the time, I experimented and found out that honey can do the trick too."

"Okay." The teacher nodded before taking a bite.

"Tsuna." The brunet looked at his friend who looked at him with sincerity. "Really, thank you. If you didn't stop them, a lot of salt would have gone on it. So don't feel bad."

The brunet grimaced. "It's just that if I noticed it earlier, I would've stopped it much sooner."

"Ba-Ka. It's okay. I'm always ready for this kind of things." The redhead assured with a goofy smile. "I am 'Soma' after all."

Tsuna rolled his eyes fondly at the name play. "Yeah yeah."

"Sawada." Chapelle-sensei called.

"Yes!" Tsuna went attentive.

"Your meat is tender, and easy to cut. Did you use the pineapple to do it?"

The brunet nodded. "My tutor couldn't eat tough meat so I had to improvise. I applied it to give a little more sweetness."

"And you did that alone. Very good." Chapelle-sensei nodded before giving them a smile. Tsuna looked at Tadokoro who stared at him, he winked. "I'm giving you three an A. Too bad I couldn't give you anything higher than that."

"It wasn't that much!" Soma said as he removed his towel.

Tsuna smiled at the teacher before walking back to his station with the two to clean it. He hummed to himself as he stared at the remaining beef bourguignon on the pan. Maybe...