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BAMF! Tsuna / Tsuna-Centric / Expect it to switch to Conan-Centric every now and then /


School Sucks

If there was anything in the world that Tsuna could escape from, without consequences, it would be school. It was tedious, a waste of time and effort, and not a great place if you're always the target for bullies. Tsuna had half the mind to drop out and just run Vongola without having to attend this sort of living hell-hole. Now, he wasn't going to say that he was a genius, because that would be him lying through his teeth.

Before Reborn's questionable tutoring, Tsuna had gotten average grades but slowly let them drop. Why? It was simple, if a college student with a Bachelor's degree couldn't even land a job in a fast food joint, then what was the point of even going? Call it what you want, a lazy complex or whatever, it was just his view of the whole system. Corrupt. Complicated. Greedy. The list could go on and on, honestly.

All in all, Tsuna was alright with school work, he just hated how teachers turned a blind eye for their favorite student. Or how the teachers would pick on a student just to feel better. Dohachiro Nezu was a prime –if not perfect- example. If Tsuna hated school than, Nezu pretty much made him loath it now. Of course, having his friends with him in his classes helped, but now? The poor boy was left alone.

Hayato was in class 1-A, Takeshi was in class 1-C, and Tsuna was in class 1-B. While it was nice to know they were near him, it would have been a lot better with them by his side. In the same class. Now though, he was standing in front of his home room and science teacher with a blank face, doing the greatest job of concealing his horror and disbelief.

There was something so wrong to see the very teacher he was just thinking of standing in front of him. Dohachiro Nezu stared back at him in disbelief, which quickly turned to a sneer as he pushed his glasses up. "Hmph. It seems we've crossed paths once again, hasn't it, Dame-Tsuna?"

Tsuna twitched at the name. Seriously, how was it even possible for him to even get a job after his last stunt in middle school? Shouldn't they have sent all that information to the school board or something? "Let's hope we don't come to repeat what happened two years ago, Nezu-Sensei." Was his quick and cold reply.

Nezu sniffed at him, holding his nose high. "It's because of you that I lost my previous job. But without your friends or the proof, you can't accuse me of such things here." Oh my god. "As an elite, I know far more than every other lowly student. Especially those who don't even try; namely: you." Oh my god. The teacher walked passed him, hitting his shoulder all the while sneering. "Follow me to class, Dame-Tsuna."

Following silently, the boy couldn't help but let his lips part in disbelief. Nezu was still going on about that lie. Tsuna could easily ask Kyoya to send the papers to the school board, fax them over or personally come over, just so he could state that Nezu was a fake. A complete hypocrite. Yet, there was a small part of him that held onto some kind of hope. Hope that he has changed his ways in teaching everyone fairly.

Despite having that 'better than you' attitude still, there could have been smaller changes within the years he was fired. Right? Not unless he was hoping for the impossible. Tsuna pursed his lips as he heard Nezu mumble about no-good students –aka: him- and getting people to bully him. The boy paled as he whispered softly to himself, "Shit."


"Shit." He hated how Nezu squashed any bit of hope he held for the man. Was it honestly that hard to change their ways to live a good honest life? Why did this man had to go out of his way and make other's lives miserable? It just didn't make any sense. The moment Tsuna had stepped into the class, every student snapped their attention to him in unison. It was a terrifying experience to the brunet, one that he hopes doesn't happen again anytime soon.

Had it not been for the fact that it was his Sky Attraction that had caused them to react that way, (he swore it was like a siren to untapped flame users, just trying to get them to come to him; he didn't even want to know how unknowingly active flame users reacted.) Tsuna would have just left the room instantly. Despite only having enough time to say his name –because heaven forbid him for 'wasting' time in Nezu's precious class period- Tsuna found himself fidgeting in his seat.

Nezu, the horrible teacher, kept calling on him, demanding that he answered questions that weren't even in the book, let alone the subject he was supposed to teach. Apparently, the other students caught onto what their Sensei was doing and didn't look all that happy. The sky wielder had to blink and take another look around his classmate's expression. Everyone seemed down right pissed at how Nezu was treating him.

He wasn't sure how to feel, relieved that they could finally see what his old classmates couldn't, or worried that Nezu might pull something to get him in trouble. Tsuna just accept both feelings as he tapped his index finger on his desk. "Hypothetically speaking," dear lord, he was pulling one of these numbers again. "If people are to surround themselves with a failure, than they are sure to follow that path of being no-good, wouldn't you all agree?"

The silence that came after the 'hypothetical' question satisfied the Mafia Boss far too much. He watched as their teacher's brow twitch when no one replied. A brave soul –their class representative, if Tsuna was correct- stood up from his seat, frowning towards the elder. "Nezu-Sensei, why are you so focused on asking 'hypothetical' questions instead of actually teaching us the lesson?" Someone gave a startled snort at how blunt they asked.

That someone was Tsuna.

Slamming their hands on their desk, another student stood up, doing her best to look intimidating. "That's right! Not only that, but you keep looking down at Sawada-Kun as if he's nothing but dirt! It isn't right!" Quickly after the words left her mouth, all the students began to stand, shouting their agreements to their teacher.

One after another, they stated how Nezu shouldn't put down his students, how he shouldn't mock them or their intelligence, and how it was his job to teach them. When Tsuna realized that it turned to his classmates raging for him, the brunet decided it was best if he just sunk into his seat. Sky Attraction was both a blessing and a curse. Yes, he knew that unsealed and untapped flame users will be drawn to him, but they would also try to prove that they care –that they could protect- him while his Guardians weren't around.

Even though it would sometimes throw any bit of common sense out the window, which was why training it was a must. Other times, people would just go old fashion and follow him around like a duckling, asking him if he wanted anything. If anyone looked at him funny, they wouldn't hesitate to brawl then and there, just to prove that they're strong enough. An odd mechanism when it was related to Flame Users, if you asked Tsuna.

With all of that knowledge, Tsuna still didn't understand why Nezu didn't follow along with it. There could have been a chance that it was sealed tightly or his flames were strong enough to resist the brunet. It was obvious that it was the former. Still, sealed flame users wouldn't even treat him horribly. At most, they would treat him as an annoying little brother or cousin.

But for some reason, Nezu went far and beyond that it drove the young boss mad. Narrowing his eyes, Tsuna tried to feel for the tightly sealed flames. If they were Earth flames, then maybe that was the reason why Nezu didn't like him all that much? While the Shimon Familiga treated him almost like his own guardians, there were times when they didn't.

Pursing his lips as he ignored the shouts directed at their teacher, Tsuna continued to try and grasp at any bit of flames that could show. When he came across something close to a void of emptiness, the boy let out a spluttering noise, eyes wide when he came to a conclusion of what he felt.

Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Not even a spark. Nezu had officially sealed his own flames away –rejected them so much that they just burnt out. Dohachiro Nezu was flame-less. That would make sense. A flame user would always react to him, so it shouldn't have been different to a flameless person, despite it being the opposite reaction. Nezu couldn't accept his own self-being, thus hating anything that would be so willingly to accept. Tsuna was the Sky, one that accepted everyone without hesitance; which, in turn, made Nezu finding his outlet to his flameless hatred.

Oh. Oh.

'This isn't going to end well.' Tsuna thought to himself as he sunk further into his chair. Just as he had hoped to become one with his chair and ground, Nezu slammed his book down, silencing his students. No one budged, no one even dared to breathe. Peeking over the edge of his desk –because, really, he was practically laying under it now, with how far he sunk in his chair- Tsuna did his best not to freak out.

Up in front, Nezu looked absolutely murderous. Nostrils flared as the elder tried to even out his breath, but the sheer redness in his face made it clear that he wasn't cooling down. Eyes darted left and right from each student that stood up quickly landed on the figure that wasn't. A pool of dread filled Tsuna's stomach right away. "Sawada-!"

"Just what is going on in here?!" Another voice yelled, causing everyone to jump –Tsuna hit his knee on the bottom of his desk, electing a muttered 'ow' from him- and turned to the door. There stood Fujimori-Sensei (of 1-A), with Kido-Sensei (of 1-C) behind her.

"We can hear you from our classroom! Obviously, whatever that's going on here, isn't the lesson." Kido-Sensei commented, his nose scrunched up in irritation. "Care to explain why that is? Nezu-Sensei?" Fujimori-Sensei nodded her head in approval of the question, crossed her arms over her chest, and glared down at Nezu.

Said man looked between his 'fellow' teachers before a sly smile took over his face. Pushing up his glasses, Nezu nodded as he gestured to his students. "We were merely practicing debates and my students got carried away. They were rather passionate about it, honestly." While the teachers raised their brows at him in clear disbelief, his students gapped at him. Other's grinding their teeth in sheer frustration.

"Wha-! That's not true!" The girl –who unknowingly started the small riot- pointed an accusing finger at their teacher. "Nezu-Sensei wasn't even teaching us anything! He was going off about 'hypothetical' questions and yelling at Sawada-Kun to answer questions that aren't even on the subject!"

"That's right! And he keeps calling him 'Dame-Tsuna' and 'No-good'! What kind of teacher goes and does that?!" Once again, the students began to yell. Their voices overlapping each other, which steadily grew louder. Tsuna had half the mind to just jump out of the window next to his classmate but instantly dropped the idea.

Settling for fixing his posture, the brunet sighed as he finally sat in his seat correctly and watched the chaos continue. He just didn't know what to do or say to stop this whole ordeal. If he remained quiet, then everyone would just keep yelling. If he stopped it, then Nezu would most likely hound him the rest of the day. Tsuna just sighed. 'And here I was hoping that all I had to worry about was tripping everywhere.'


The moment Tsuna got back 'home' with his to friends, he plopped himself down on the couch and groaned. "Haha, rough day at school, Tsuna?" Takeshi asked, grinning as he took the chair to the left of the brunet.

Taking the other seat on the right, Hayato clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Tsk. It's obvious that some idiot was causing trouble for Juudaime. I would be surprised if no one heard all those students yelling." Pushing a bit of his hair away from his face, the right hand-man raised a brow at his boss and friend. "Who did you have to deal with today, Juudaime?"

"Dohachiro Nezu." Came Tsuna's quickly and annoyed reply. He watched as his two friends stared at him with blank expressions, which quickly changed to confused and irritated looks. "Before you ask; no, I don't know how he managed to get a job in this school. And no, I'm not going to ask Kyoya to fax over the papers that show that he is a fraud."

"W-What? Why not?" Hayato spluttered as his brows creased from confusion. "Juudaime, he'll just repeat everything all over again!"

Tsuna grabbed the couch cushion and buried his face in it. "He can try but it won't work. It appears that my classmates are more observant than the ones we had in middle school. Plus, it also seems like your Sensei's aren't believing in what he was saying."

"Ah, then we have nothing to worry about! Kido-Sensei is a no 'nonsense' kind of guy, so he'll probably see right through Nezu!" Yamamoto chirped, grinning as he relaxed in his seat.

"Fujimori-Sensei is a sharp woman, she can pick up on any lie." Even though he tried to relax, Hayato couldn't stop the scowl that made its way on his face. "She reminds me of that Kurokawa girl back in Namimori."

The brunet boss hummed, nodding along with his friends words. If anything, this school was better compared to his other one, only because they actually observed what was going on. True, they could have merely ignored it or even gone along with it, but they didn't. There was a bit of pleasure of knowing that he could go to school without the worry of being bullied.

Oh no, the only thing he had to worry about was Nezu-Sensei giving him low marks once again. 'Please, please let this be easy to deal with.' It should be, considering everything the brunet had to deal with in his life. Somehow, he highly doubted that it would be that easy.

"Oh! Isn't that heist thing going to be on tonight? Are we still going to watch it on T.V?" Takeshi's question cause Tsuna to flail out of his seat, and Hayato to raise a brow at him.

Clicking his tongue, Hayato rolled his eyes. "Of course we are, you idiot! Like hell we'll miss this. Besides, the brat is constantly chasing after him, so what better way to gather more information than to watch it?"

Bouncing out of his seat, Tsuna smiled at the two of them. "Well, if we're going to watch it, let's make the best of it!" Moving his school bag out of the way, the brunet rushed around the couch. "Change out of the uniforms and put something comfortable on, I'll go make some tea and prepare some snacks!"

Takeshi blinked, turned to Hayato, and grinned brightly. "Want some help changing, Haya-Chan?"

"Wh- Like hell I need help you- you perverted baseball idiot!" And with that, Tsuna was out of the living room with a trail of dust following him.

What felt like an hour –which was actually ten minutes- Tsuna and his two friends sat in the living room, dressed in comfortable clothes and snacks on the coffee table. "So, do any of you know what his target is tonight?"

The cheerful rain guardian reached over to the table, taking his tea and took a sip. Although, he paused for his second the moment Tsuna's registered in his mind. "Eh? Aren't they just jewels held by rich people or museums?"

"If they were, then this KID guy would have gone after all of them. From the data we have about the thief, it shows that he has a pattern of going after ones with magical like history. Be it blessings or curses, anything that could count as 'magical' he'll go after it." Hayato began, pulling out his note book and glasses.

Flipping through the pages, Tsuna spoke up. "That's right and at every heist, it's always a full moon. KID returns the jewels he stole a week later, sometimes even sooner than that."

Brows furrowed in confusion, Takeshi tilted his head. "If he's going to return them, why does he even take them in the beginning? Doesn't that seem like a waste of time?"

Tsuna shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe he's looking for something. I mean, if you think about it, what if you were the one taking something and it wasn't what you wanted? Wouldn't you return the object knowing it wasn't what you were looking for?"

"Juudaime is right. That has always been his pattern, even from years ago, it seems." Scribbling something in his 'G-Language', Hayato pushed up his glasses. "From the note he had left behind for this heist, his target had been hinted to the timeline of the Crusades. The East and West were that of the first to do a real trade in several centuries. Thus, ultimately, creating a new world of trade and communications."

"A majority of the trades were rings, which eventually fell under the four main categories. The first were ecclesiastical rings, which were worn by clergy or laymen as a sacred emblem. The second were curative rings, which were meant to cure any type of ailments or diseases. The third were ring of romance –which fall under what we still go by today: a ring on the left second finger since its 'closer to the heart'. Fourth, the last of the set, were known as gadget rings –normally brass knuckles, compass rings, or pipe stuffers."

After a few seconds of the two silent gaping at the storm guardian, Tsuna smiled. "Wow, you sure know a lot about this stuff, Hayato!"

Said teenager puffed his chest out in pride. "In order to know more about this thief, I did as much research as I could. That way, if we were to come face to face with him, I'll know exactly what to do!"

Takeshi grinned as he looked at Hayato expectantly. "So which ring is he after tonight?"

"I was getting to that, you idiot." Grumbling something under his breath, Hayato went back to his notes. "In his note, KID goes on about how 'with a soft touch and gentle caress, your troubles will be gone'. I can only assume that he's after a curative ring. Unfortunately, I haven't gathered any more information on the rings in the area."

"Either way, it's still amazing that you figured out what is target was, Hayato!" Tsuna beamed, patting his right-hand man's shoulder. "I'm sure you can outsmart him, if you were given the chance!"

"That's right, nothing to be down about it, Haya-Chan!" Takeshi gave his own pat on Hayato's back, it was a bit rougher compared to their sky, but it still did the job. Making Hayato fluster and splutter about how it was his 'job' to be the best.

The three laughed, comparing theories of which ring he was going to get. While they knew it was a curative ring, they didn't know which one of the seven KID would take. Turning on the large T.V. the teen age boys watched the news that was showing the heist. With an excited smile on his face, Tsuna payed close attention to the area it was being held at.

While he wasn't really interested in catching the moonlight magician, he was curious to know why his cousin was so interested in him. Before, the papers had stated that Kudo Shinichi was only into solving cases. As Edogawa Conan –or 'KID killer'- he was always messing with the magician's plans. Getting closer to locking him away. Of course, it was obvious to the brunet that his cousin didn't want to lock up the thief. After all, the thief was by far the best thing as a 'break' from all the homicide cases 'Conan' could ever get.

Having someone match their own thinking process, it wasn't hard to see that they both enjoyed the challenge.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Tsuna zoned back in, watching the thief bow as everyone cheered. "Without further ado, let the show begin!" Smiling to himself as a mass of pink clouds filled the area, Tsuna couldn't help but praise the magician.

It wasn't a real illusion like Chrome's or Mukuro's, but it was almost close. 'It's almost like he's using mist flames.' Halting his train of thought for a moment and going over it, Tsuna shook his head. 'There's no way he's using his flames. KID doesn't even seem to notice it at all or maybe he's acting that way?'

Squinting at the screen, the boy held back a frustrated sigh. He couldn't tell just by looking at the T.V. He would have to be there in person. 'Okay. Next heist, we're going to it.' If there were more people out there that could unknowingly use their flames, it would be best that they got to them first and helped them. It wouldn't do for them to go crazy or accidentally set something off with their flames.

For now though, he'll just have to focus on the little things before getting closer to anymore people or possible problems -like how to deal with a teacher that shouldn't even be a teacher.


Sorry for updating so late and it being so short. I had no motivation for writing this one and it's even slow to me.

Still, I hope you guys like the chapter –even if it's dull.

Please leave a review, it might help me write up the next chapter!