Fixed!

Perhaps Tsuna simply didn't learn from his past experiences. Perhaps he was just fated to be caught in such situations. Perhaps the world hated him.

Caramel orbs blinked uneasily as he peered at the small arguing group. They weren't arguing per say, more like...bullying? Even from here, Tsuna could hear the insults and jeers that left the mouths of the older boys. Unfortunately, he couldn't really see what they were doing, not at this angle at least.

(But maybe that's... fortunate? He couldn't see the victim, and the victim didn't see him either. He wouldn't know that Tsuna had just passed by without helping-)

His first thought was to run away, to pretend that he didn't see the scene. He wasn't naive enough to think that he could handle the two older boys- they were a lot stronger and taller. And then guilt hit him; he was also bullied, taunted, and treated horribly. What kind of person was he to ignore such a scene when he himself knew how scary it was? He would just be like the others who offered one piteous glance before turning away. Even when he was crying and terrified.

Caramel orbs flickered to an orange colour before returning back to it's original colour. He would help him, or at least try to distract the older boys so that the victim could run away. Knuckles whitening at his tight grip, he approached them from the bushes, a broken stick in his hand. Taking a quiet breath, he tossed the wooden branch- startling the two middle schoolers. They glanced at him in surprise, before their lips twisted into a sneer. "Now look who arrived?"

"Go away kid, if you know what's good for you," the taller one grunted.

It was so cliche that Tsuna almost laughed, but instead- he glared waveringly at them, legs numbing and stuck in place. He could feel himself shaking, but he took a step closer. "L-leave him alone!"

The shorter one rose a brow, scoffing. "Hah? And what are you going to do if I don't? Run to your mommy?"

Tsuna stiffened, ignoring the jab in favor of making eye contact with the red head. The brunet blinked, staring into brilliant green eyes hidden underneath thick green framed glasses. The boy was disheveled and looked absolutely frightened. Tsuna gave him a sympathetic look, trying to convey his message via eyes.

Hey. If he could sort of understand Hibari language, he was sure he could talk to others with eyes alone.

Irie Shoichi never wished for much; he had no friends, and while having one might be nice- it wasn't as if he needed one to survive. He didn't really stick out, and the only notable thing to others were his rather good grades. He had weird stomach pains when he was nervous and stressed out, (which was more than 90% of the time) which led to others brushing him off as 'boring.' The redhead's only hobby was to tinker and build things, it was just so fascinating to him. Shoichi was alone, and he never did wish to become better or to remotely even try. What's the point after all? It was much easier to keep his head down, struggling would only make it more painful for him. If bullies came to him for money, he would give it to them. If they came for his lunch, he would give it to them.

The only thing he would not even think to hand over were his beloved inventions; work that he placed so much effort and time in. They would have to pry it from his loose fingers! Bullies usually went away after he refused to give it to them, even when they had beat him up. Usually. But these bullies didn't budge no matter what. He felt completely hopeless, so when a short brunet popped out and tried to help him- he suddenly felt as though the world seemed to brighten all of a sudden.

(Before darkening again because that brunet was even tinier then him; he looked like the type to break after one punch. In fact, wasn't Shouichi older?)

The boy had gravity defying brown hair, and the largest brown eyes. It was obvious that he was scared, and Shouichi could clearly see the slight tremors of his body. And suddenly, he felt like a complete coward. This boy was trying to help him when Shouichi wasn't even trying to help himself. Honestly, dragging innocent people into this... he really was the worst.

"Pathetic..." he almost murmurs, before remembering that there were much more important things than personal realizations. The brunet was going to get beaten! And it was all his fault! Oh God, his stomach was starting to cramp even more now. His green eyes darted towards the brunet's, and he blinked at the sight he saw.

Caramel eyes stared at him (had he been doing that the entire time?), flickering to- an orange color? Before turning back to caramel.

Run away.

He could feel it. That was what the boy was trying to convey, as strange as it sounded. The reasonable part of him told him to scat, to run as far as he could and to not look back. Maybe find an adult. But another part told him to stay, he had a feeling something interesting was going to happen and those orange eyes simply mesmerized him. He couldn't look away.

Screw reasonable. He had enough of being reasonable and submissive. It was high time for him to fight back anyway.

Tsuna stood, shock still as the redhead refused to budge, green eyes glimmering with some sort of resolve. He eyed the middle schoolers with panic. This wasn't suppose to happen! He was supposed to run! Why?

Only his reflexes saved him from getting punched in the gut as he jumped back. The tall middle schooler glared at him, making a tch-ing noise. "Bug off!"

The brunet simply blinked, wondering how he managed to dodge that. He didn't get enough time to analyse the newly acquired information before the other one tried to ram into him. Tsuna yelped, ducking while trying to protect his head. The abrupt action left the shorter middle schooler unbalanced, fumbling, and then tripping over Tsuna and falling onto the ground. The taller one looked shocked before running at the tiny brunet. His fist grazed Tsuna's shoulder and Tsuna eeped as he lost his balance, colliding with him, accidentally tripping the tall boy. The older boy fell face flat onto the shorter middle schooler who groaned at the extra weight.

Adrenaline pumping, he took the chance and grabbed the redhead who had frozen and tugged him away.

They stopped when Tsuna thought that they were a safe distance away, huffing and puffing. The brunet wiped the sweat away from his forehead before turning to glance at the boy he had dragged along. He was also huffing and looked rather tired.

The brunet looked around, recgonizing this part of the neighborhood thankfully (he really, really didn't need to add 'getting lost' to the list of troubles that had occurred this week). His house wasn't that far off. His thoughts were interrupted when a hoarse voice started speaking.

"..T-that was cool."

Caramel eyes blinked in surprise. "E-eh? Cool?"

The redhead nodded excitedly. "Yes! You were so cool- like a hero! Ah! Um, I mean...Thank you so much," he mumbled, flushing in embarrassment when he realized how childish he sounded.

Tsuna flushed, feeling a trill of excitement. He had...saved someone. He helped someone! Someone thought that he was a hero! "I-I..didn't do much," he stuttered.

"No! You helped me even though it was dangerous! I...am grateful." The red head's grip on the object he was holding tightened and for the first time, Tsuna noticed what the boys had wanted.

It was a robot.

A beautiful metal coloured robot. His heart beat quickened in excitement. It was a really cool robot! He had wanted to be a robot, but that was before the other kids had taunted and made fun of his dream. (He had cried that day, was being a robot truly that bad?) He didn't want to be one now though. (Still, they would be forever cool to him.)

"Thats a really cool robot."

The redhead blinked before rubbing his arm sheepishly. "Eh? Um, thank you. It took a while to make."

Amber eyes widened. "You made it?!"

The boy blushed at the amazement in the brunet's voice and nodded shyly.

"That's amazing!" And it truly was, to be able to make something like that.

The redhead gave him another smile before ducking his head. Tsuna glanced at him and his injuries and decided that his mother would definitely help out.

"It's nice to meet you! I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi, but I like being called Tsuna more."

"Ah, Irie Shouichi."

"Ah...Shouichi? W-want to come my house? Mom should be able to help with those bruises."

The redhead looked hesitant before caving in and nodding. "That would be great."

The two walked home in a awkward yet comfortable chatter, and Tsuna couldn't help but feel giddy.

Friend number two sounded quite nice.

It was also on the walk home that made Tsuna feel that something was quite abnormal about his new normal friend. But that couldn't be it could it? It was just his paranoia talking right? Right?

It wasn't until Hibari showed off his new weapon improvements (steel tonfas with chains) while beating up a bunch of herbivores did Tsuna finally realize that his new friend was sadly not normal. He was trouble too.

Big, big trouble. Bombs and crazy robots trouble.