Random trivia! This fanfic was about to be named School of Rock, but then I forgot and I named it some random thing instead.

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR or its characters.


It was another tiring day at school. Tsuna stood in the doorway of his homeroom with the spare uniform that the principal had provided him as his classmates shared their last comments on the morning incident.

"Hey Tsuna! Never knew you had it in you!" the boy who sat next to him said as Tsuna sat down.

"Aha...haha...yeah." Tsuna glanced behind him at where Yamamoto sat. The baseball player had managed to escape Hibari without injuries. Thank goodness.

"Tsuna, look! I took pictures!" A random girl flashed her phone in front of Tsuna, making the brunette bury his head in his arms.

"Settle down class," the homeroom teacher commanded before continuing to take attendance.

Tsuna didn't want to think about what would happen if he ran into Hibari on his way back home. Most likely the prefect would kill him, or maybe he would be let off the hook for singing well?

As if that would happen.

He sighed and sat upright, deciding to make the best out of his last day alive. Maybe he would tell Kyoko how much he liked her? He sneaked a look at the popular girl in question, frowning as his courage went out the window just by looking at her. He would have time to tell her one day. After all, it wasn't as if Hibari was actually going to kill him.

Was he?


When the school day was over, his classmates patted him on the back as they left. It was akin to a funeral service, what with the solemn looks on their faces.

However, Tsuna could hear them burst out in laughter when they stepped out.

"Sawada? Are you okay?"

Tsuna looked up and a grin immediately broke out on his face when he saw that it was Kyoko. Sure, she was just worried about him, but it was Kyoko!

"A-ah yeah, I'm just a bit worried a-about Hibari, you know," Tsuna answered, keeping his eyes down. She was just too brilliant to look at directly.

"That prefect is such a brute!" Hana, Kyoko's best friend, exclaimed, turning up her nose in disgust. "If he challenges you to a fight, just run. You're faster than he is when you're scared."

"Please don't get hurt, Tsuna," Kyoko pleaded. "You sang very well today!"

The girl's cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink as she stammered, "J-just wear more next time."

And with that, she turned and left the room. Tsuna watched her go with a sigh.

Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder once. "Good luck against Hibari!" Yamamoto called, waving as he skipped out the door and hurried off to baseball practice.

The brunette was now alone in the classroom except for the students who were on duty. He didn't want to get up, and at the same time, he wanted to be home already. With great effort, he forced himself to get off his seat, sling the bookbag onto his shoulder, and walk out of the classroom.

It wasn't much of a surprise when Hibari was waiting for him at the front of the school. For fights like this, usually half the student population would be close by, watching. However, Hibari disliked crowds with a passion. No doubt he had bitten to death anybody who had lingered nearby.

"Herbivore," the prefect growled as Tsuna walked into his field of vision.

The wimpy preteen didn't reply and readied himself for the unavoidable beating. He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth.


He took that beating like a man. A losing man, but a man nonetheless. He used this notion to cheer himself up as he limped home.

"I'm home," he called as he entered his house. His battle wounds were still painful, and he was reminded of them with every step.

"Welcome home, Tsuna," his mom called from the kitchen. It was their customary greeting, since his father was never home. He sighed, and made his way up the stairs to his room. He plopped himself down on his bed and started struggling over his homework.

"What is this, elementary school work?" a babyish voice asked from behind him.

"What is the baby doing in my room?" Tsuna screamed, dropping his pencil. It was Reborn, that violent baby with the green gun.

"I'm no baby. I'm the hitman, Reborn, and you see, you pathetic wimp, you were supposed to be the tenth successor to the Vongola mafia family," the infant started narrating as if it was the most natural thing to be in a stranger's room. "But the guys back in Italy decided you should enjoy a normal life for now."

"Th-then why did you shoot me?"

"To fulfill the Ninth's wish."

Tsuna frowned, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. "He wanted me...dead?"

"You lived, didn't you?"

He thought back to that strange experience where his body wouldn't listen to him, but the adrenaline rush had felt unreal. Conceding the point, he nodded meekly.

"That was the dying will bullet." Reborn held up one. "It granted your dying will, which was to erase making a fool of yourself in the auditorium. And it gave you, for five minutes, the singing voice of an angel."

To his surprise, Tsuna could easily believe this nonsense story. It had happened to him in the morning, but it had been a surreal experience.

However... "What does this have to do with the mafia?" Tsuna asked.

"The Ninth has always wanted to start a band in school, but he had too many responsibilities to goof off and do such a thing," Reborn answered in a grim voice. His tone lightened up as he continued. "Seeing as how you're a loser busy with making nothing of yourself, the Ninth thought it would do you good to take up his wish."

"B-but my voice! I'm tone deaf!" Tsuna exclaimed. He opened his mouth to demonstrate the singing that had partially ruined his mouth.

"Silence." He was immediately stopped with a kick to the face. "All that doesn't matter."

Tsuna, rubbing his abused cheek, stared in horror as the little hitman loaded the gun that his pet chameleon had morphed into with a sinister smirk.

"The dying will bullet will change all that."