Luna: To Exile Wrath, mm, I'm planning on somehow strengthening my fight scene writing skills. ^_^ To Lexie-chan94, yep~! To Love Chronical, good! And yes, teachers should see that students can do other things than learn from them… =w= To Final Syai Lunar Generation, …that is a long review, which I love~ Especially the excitement I can practically feel flowing from you! Yes, Tsuna and Hibari are awesome. Enough said. ^_^ To Soul Vrazy, I don't really have a certain number that I'm aiming for. The more the better is all, since it lets me know just how many people think this fanfic is worthy enough to be followed~ To shanagi95, we'll see! (…even though I'm the one actually writing this story… =w=) To Raevi, here's an update for you! To Swanfrost15, I managed to finish my essay! *fistpumps* Thank you very much!
I'm sorry that this chapter took longer than the others did… the past few weeks were just essay after test after quiz after essay after homework after packet after essay. Did I mention essay? -_-' I tried to get this done as soon as possible (with a lot of help from Exile Wrath), so enjoy~!
Kyoya Fem Hibari: (DISCLAIMER) Luna does not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! or any of its characters.
Tsuna was halfway done with his bento the door to the rooftop opened, revealing the baseball-playing teenager the brunet had been waiting for. His mouth being full, Tsuna merely nodded in greeting at Yamamoto, who walked over to Tsuna, waved a hand slightly, and grinned apologetically. "Yo, Tsuna! Sorry I'm late; it took longer than I thought, since I had to greet some new members…"
Tsuna waved his apology away, saying with a smile, "Don't worry about it; just sit down and eat before lunch ends."
Yamamoto complied, sitting next to the brunet with an even wider grin and opening his own lunch. Tsuna shot a glance at the silent prefect behind Yamamoto's back and decided it would be best to inform the baseball player of Hibari's presence before the skylark woke up and started a fight.
However, it seemed that Hibari was either easily awoken or he hadn't been asleep at all (maybe even both), because just as Tsuna opened his mouth, Hibari snapped his eyes open and sat up. His cold gaze caused Yamamoto to turn around and exclaim cheerfully, "Ah, Hibari! I didn't see you there! Were you there the whole time?"
Tsuna noted dryly that Hibari had a bad habit of ignoring other people's questions as the prefect darkly growled, "Herbivores, you are crowding…" He leapt from the higher roof and stalked over to Tsuna and Yamamoto.
The former raised an eyebrow while the latter simply laughed happily. "Maa, maa, Hibari; we aren't really crowding, since there's only two of us. It's just like they say; 'Two's a company, three's a crowd,' y'know?"
Hibari grunted in response and eyed the two other students, his gaze lingering on Tsuna as if to inquire why he was hanging out with the easygoing baseball player. Tsuna just shrugged and gave a small smile, slightly curious about the whole 'crowding' issue, but he figured that it was just another 'Hibari-thing' and let it go for now.
"Oh! Tsuna, this is Hibari Kyoya," Yamamoto introduced. "He's the Leader of the Disciplinary Committee, and he's our senior by two years." He grinned. "Hibari protects and loves Namimori Middle and, as the name of his Committee says, disciplines wrongdoers. He even goes out and patrols Namimori once in a while."
Tsuna nodded, storing the information about Hibari's obsession for a later time. "I know; I met Hibari-san this morning, Yamamoto…"
"You did?" Yamamoto blinked. "Oh, I remember that you said something about being delayed by Hibari when you came to class late…"
"Mm," Tsuna confirmed. A split second later, he ducked to avoid the tonfa that had been hurtling towards his head, feeling the wind it produced ruffle his hair. "Hibari-san, what was that for?"
The prefect looked at the brunet with a cold expression. "You were talking about the Disciplinary Committee President so casually as if he weren't standing right in front of you. For not showing proper respect and being rude, you-" Hibari smirked. "-must fight me."
Tsuna cursed inwardly. So, he addresses people as 'herbivores', 'bites people to death', runs a Disciplinary Committee, enjoys fighting… and wants battle me. Why must he make things harder for me!? "I-I'm sorry, Hibari-san, b-but I'd rather n-not," he stuttered as he backed away slowly, since Yamamoto was standing next to him. "I-" He nearly didn't dodge the second tonfa thrown at him.
"I expect you to fight me tomorrow morning, herbivore," the skylark continued, walking over to his weapons. He picked up his thrown tonfa elegantly and lazily walked back to his former spot on the higher portion of the roof. "And if you're going to eat your lunch here, then do it quietly, herbivores. If you disturb the peace, I'll bite you to death."
Tsuna had a feeling that he was going to be hearing that phrase a lot.
After lunch, classes resumed and Tsuna continued to act the part of 'Dame-Tsuna'. He wasn't quite sure if Yamamoto had even noticed him dodge Hibari's tonfa on the rooftop during lunch or recognized that Hibari had not-so-subtly shown some interest in fighting him, since the baseball player hadn't talked to him any differently than before (if he truly hadn't noticed anything, then Yamamoto was taking oblivious to a whole new level).
Tsuna didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. Did he really want to have to act in front of his first friend unrelated to the dangerous world of the Mafia? In the middle of daydreaming in class, Tsuna froze. Oh no… becoming friends with me, the Vongola Decimo, could drag Yamamoto into the Mafia! Why didn't I think of that before!?
The brunet mentally berated himself and headdesked. I'll just make sure that he doesn't get involved in anything Mafia-related… if I can keep Yamamoto out of danger and continue being his friend that way, then I'll do it for as long as I can.
Then he remembered with a jolt that Reborn wanted him to find both a Rain Guardian and a Cloud Guardian during his stay in Namimori. That memory shoved him even further into the depths of despair, since Tsuna was very reluctant to recruit anyone into the Vongola. To keep his mind off of that, he tried recalling the descriptions of the respective jobs.
The Rain Guardian is the holder of the Vongola Rain Ring. This Guardian needs to be calm and calming, not panicking during times of danger and solving any problems there may be. The Rain Guardian needs 'to become a blessed shower that settles conflict and washes everything away.'
The Cloud Guardian is the holder of the Vongola Cloud Ring. This powerful yet lone Guardian needs have a preference to stay distant from others but also has to step in when allies are in danger. The Cloud Guardian's role is 'to be the aloof, drifting Cloud that protects the Family from an independent standpoint, and whom nothing can ever bind.'
Tsuna felt his Hyper Intuition nagging him as he went over the information, but it wasn't being very clear. Irked by his instinct's persistence, he didn't notice when the teacher called his name. Repeatedly. Yamamoto had to shake the brunet to finally snap him out of his thoughts.
"H-huh? What?" Tsuna quickly looked at Yamamoto. "What is it, Yamamoto?"
"You weren't paying attention," Yamamoto explained with a smile, completely oblivious to the irritation and frustration of the teacher.
"Ah? Oh, I-I'm sorry, sensei!" Tsuna stood up and bowed hastily. Not wanting to suffer punishment of any kind, he brandished one of his most effective yet nonlethal weapons as he straightened up again- the doe-eyes, which he had been able to use to his advantage one too many times.
The teacher, despite being male, couldn't help but admit to himself that it was simply adorable. Thus, he decided to lightly lecture the student instead of punishing him. "Sawada-san, I know that this is your first day here, but that doesn't give you an excuse to daydream and force the teacher to try to get your attention for five minutes…"
Tsuna bowed again. "I-I know! I a-apologize, sensei! C-could you please tell me w-why were y-you calling on m-me…?"
The teacher sighed and stiffly gestured at the question on the board. "Please answer this question, Sawada-san…"
Tsuna glanced at the board that read, '150 – x + 58 = 205'. Knowing that he would have to intentionally get the simple problem wrong, he 'hesitantly' mumbled, "Umm… is it 7?"
"Wrong; the correct answer is '3'. You may sit down, Sawada-san."
Some students raised an eyebrow, thinking that the new student was of the no-good sort. He had already been sighted tripping on thin air several times, and if he did something like this again, then he would probably be earning a nickname soon. A few girls sighed, mourning the waste of such a cute guy.
Tsuna sighed in his seat. After so many years of being raised to be a model Mafia Don worthy enough to inherit the Vongola, getting things like this wrong was so… heartbreaking, almost. Though that probably wasn't the right word, but inside he was crying. Why did I choose the 'dame' identity of all the disguises I could have chosen? he wept inwardly.
Yamamoto just watched in amusement as he newfound friend sulked for no apparent reason. This guy is pretty cool! he thought happily.
…well. That was certainly a… memorable first day of school, Tsuna thought wearily, finally stepping off of Namimori Middle campus. He hadn't realized what a price he would have to pay in order to enjoy being in a normal school, but it was all worth it.
Standing in front of the campus gates with the school building behind him, he pondered for a moment aloud. "What should I do now… Okaa-san is probably cooking up another welcoming home feast for me and may try to get me out of the house so she can finish…"
As other students filtered past him, Tsuna put his fist to his palm. "I know! Reborn said that I should always know the area I am in, just in case anything happens! I'll explore the town!"
Indecisively, he wandered to the left, headed towards the commercial district of Namimori, not sure of what exactly his purpose was. It seems to be easy to get lost, he surmised as he melted into the crowd, dodging elbows and little kids walking underfoot.
Namimori wasn't a backwards town, by all means. The only problem was that it didn't have that large of a population to boast of it. However, with the CEDEF laying a protective claim on Namimori, it wasn't entirely an uncommon site to see Italians, Russians, or Chinese wandering the streets of one of the safest cities in the world (not that anyone not in the underground knew that). Now, hence the influx of Europeans, fashion and technology in Namimori were far from advanced. They were more on the verge of 'theoretical design made real'.
Tsuna lingered at the window of a large electronics store, examining a pair of new-model headphones from Shouichi & Spanner. The two genius inventors, having long ago been introduced into the Vongola, were obviously the makers of this brand. Tsuna touched his earphones affectionately. Looking up at the window itself however, he flipped back away from the shop suddenly as a tranquilizer dart embedded itself right where his arm had been pressed against the glass.
Turning on his heel, the young Decimo scanned the area warily, hand on his earbud to switch songs quickly. A sniper rifle appeared in the corner of his vision, and Tsuna's eyes widened as he dashed at the assassin.
How dare he attack me where there is a possibility of attacking innocent civilians! the brunet thought harshly, withdrawing his gloves from his pockets. However, when he neared the assassin (from an unknown family, he discerned), the man snatched a nearby, unknowing child and pressed a pistol to the little girl's temple.
The assassin didn't say anything, but the message was as clear as day. As the crowd scattered and the mother of the child shrieked in fear, Tsuna knew what the assassin wanted.
"Sacrifice yourself and come over quietly, or this child will not live another minute," he said in a guttural voice.
Luna: …yeah. So. I'm sorry for the lateness! QAQ And thanks again to Exile Wrath for helping out... really, you're too kind!
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Luna: Oh yeah, Kyoya Fem Hibari went to go bite procrastination to death… please review! All criticism is welcomed!