Notes: Steal the Sun is cross-posted on Ao3 under the user name, languide. The Ao3 version has multimedia content that does not appear in this story due to the limitations of this site. Feel free to check it out.
Katekyou Hitman Reborn! is the property of Akira Amano.
Steal the Sun now has a Russian translation, which was done by the very generous bezraznitsy and can be found at at ficbook dot net at / read fic /9252042
Summary: Tsuna used to like riding trains. They were fast and reliable at getting you where you needed to go. Then, he remembered what Kyoko had texted him, "Just remember to sway your hips. And don't trip- there's lots of perverts on the train." This was going to end in disaster.
Chapter 1: The Train Incident-Part 1
"The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire."
-Ferdinand Foch
Sawada Tsunayoshi could not believe that he was really doing this.
This being—the schoolgirl blue skirt with the fitted top and the knee high socks he was currently wearing so that his so called friends could get a discount at a cake shop.
"Tsuna-kun, please," Kyoko had begged with her eyes almost comically wide. "We can't get the super deluxe discount at the cake shop if there are only two of us. Hana can't make it because she's taking that big test to get into law school at the same time. So, it's up to you to help us."
He'd been hesitant with a no at the tip of his tongue when Haru stabbed him in the back. "Yeah, Tsuna-kun. You have to come with us. We need you," she said looking on the verge of tears.
In the end, he agreed despite warning bells going off in his head.
He should have listened to his gut.
Or at least had the good sense to ask them if there were any special stipulations with their request.
So, now here he was stuck cross-dressing as a girl ("You make a really cute girl, Tsuna-kun," Haru had remarked like it was a compliment as she re-stitched an old school skirt to fit him. "All you need is a wig, but don't worry I have one you can borrow.") because the owner of the cake shop was a stupid pervert.
He prayed that his day would not end in disaster.
Tsuna had never felt so self-conscious before. How did girls go out in such short clothing? He kept trying to pull the skirt down, but it seemed to defy gravity and defiantly rest above his knees. But somehow it got even worse; he felt like a stiff breeze would show the whole world his underwear if he didn't end up tripping first.
And it was weird feeling his legs so bare and smooth shaven.
How did girls walk around every day like this?
His bad mood deepened as he got closer to the train station. There was an awful lot of people waiting to get on the train. Maybe, he should wait for the next one.
But, Kyoko and Haru were waiting for him. He couldn't let them down.
He breathed deeply.
In and out.
In and out.
He could do this.
Shit!
He really didn't think he could pull it off.
He texted Kyoko, I don't think I can do it. She texted him back immediately.
In his panicked state, he almost didn't hear the male voice behind him.
"Miss, are you getting on the train?"
What? Tsuna took his eyes of his phone and turned around.
A foreign young man, probably a couple of years older than him with dark eyes and odd-looking side curls stared back at him, waiting to get on the train. He had a disposable cup in one hand and a briefcase in the other. Maybe, he was a businessman?
Tsuna felt like he couldn't look away. The side curls weren't odd looking, but rather captivating, he revised. He kind of wanted to touch them. Would they spring back? Maybe, if he was really quick, he could…
The stranger cleared his throat. Tsuna startled with a small jump that caused his skirt to fly slightly up. He hurriedly smoothed it down.
"Sorry for blocking your way," he said embarrassed.
Tsuna quickly moved into the train. It was really crowded with everyone packed in shoulder to shoulder and there were no seats left, so he luckily grabbed a spot beside a pole and hoped that his luck would hold out.
He remembered what Kyoko had texted him, And don't trip-there's lots of perverts on the train.
He could get through this. The cake shop was only six stops away.
Kyoko was ready.
She had already picked out two different flavors of cake. Next to her, Haru was having a tough time deciding between a strawberry shortcake and a blueberry cheesecake.
"Why is it so hard to choose?" Haru said exasperated. Kyoko was about to answer when her phone chimed.
Tsuna had finally responded.
She read the messages.
Why was Tsuna trying to apologize?
Was he not coming?
What was going on?
She texted him back, but he didn't respond.
From: Sawada Tsunayoshi
To: Sasagawa Kyoko
I don't think I can do it.
From: Sasagawa Kyoko
To: Sawada Tsunayoshi
What are you talking about, Tsuna-kun? You've got this.
From: Sasagawa Kyoko
To: Sawada Tsunayoshi
Just remember to sway your hips.
From: Sasagawa Kyoko
To: Sawada Tsunayoshi
And don't trip- there's lots of perverts on the train.
From: Sawada Tsunayoshi
To: Sasagawa Kyoko
Hiiieeee!
From: Sawada Tsunayoshi
To: Sasagawa Kyoko
I'm sorry Kyoko-chan.
From: Sasagawa Kyoko
To: Sawada Tsunayoshi
Just believe in yourself. You can do it!
From: Sasagawa Kyoko
To: Sawada Tsunayoshi
Tsuna-kun?