The stars shone gallantly on this cold night in the historic Russian capital. Her citizens were safely tucked into the confines of their houses, sleeping merrily on their beds. Only a few cars rode about in this hour. But a man was slowly limping in this cold night. His left shoulder held firmly by his right hand, stopping the blood from gushing out somewhat. Raggedy breathing, bruised appendages, bloodied clothes defined the man at this moment, his limping frame struggling to say conscious. He limped to an alley, far from any form of life. His ragged body dulled from exhaustion and pain collapsed on the cold ground.

Yan awoke in a cold sweat, breathing heavily he sat up. He was in a room, sitting on a warm bed. He looked down at his body realizing that he was no longer in Moscow. He was safe now, far away from any possible harm. It was only a dream he thought to himself, he was truly safe from that life, he was in Japan. His new home, his new life started today. He was free; Yan looked at the clock on the bedroom wall.

'OH SHIT!" he shouted

He may have been free from the life of an assassin but now he had other responsibilities to attend to, he had to go to school. Dino's file contained everything he needed for his new life. A deed for a house, maps of the area, locations for shopping and most importantly the routine that Yan was going to follow. Being only 17 it included School. And he was late, on his first day. Yan remembered Dino telling him about how it was imperative that he was never late for school. The amount of stress Dino put into the word "never" made Yan really worried. So Yan quickly showered, changed and ran outside to the school as fast as he could. The file Dino mentioned that the School was Namimori high, a local highschool in the area. Grabbing a bun from a bakery Yan sprinted as fast as he could to the school.

After 6 minutes of continuous running, Yan finally made it to the school gates. He was really late as the courtyard was empty, As Yan was about to enter the building a cold voice echoed through.

"You're late herbivore" came the voice

Yan turned around to see a raven haired man 10 feet away with two silver tonfa's clutched in his hands.

"For that you'll be bitten to death" Said the voice

The man charged, running at a pace that Yan thought was impossible for a highschooler. He lashed out his tonfa aiming right at Yan chest. Yan tried to parry but was caught off guard by the sudden attack, luckily the tonfa only hit his shoulder. But the force was tremendous; Yan flew back hitting his back on the wall. "What kind of highschooler has that kind of power" he thought to himself. Slowly getting up from the attack, Yan dusted himself off, with a stern look on his face pulled out a metal cylinder from his uniforms inside pocket. The tonfa wielding man's face became rather interested in the object that Yan had in his hand. But that wasn't the only item Yan pulled out. A long metal rod was also pulled out from the other pocket. It was about a foot in length and the cylindrical object was placed on it. The tonfa wielding man face lit up with one could only be amusement as Yan's weapon was completed. Now firmly in the right hand of Yan was makeshift hammer. Yan charged first this time as he swung the hammer in a wide arch, The raven haired man raised a tonfa to block but the force of the hammer sent him tumbling back. Irate, the raven haired man attacked again but with more venom. Yan could see the air being distorted around the tonfa, showing the pure power of that tonfa wielders attack. It was chaos as the two students fought, with both of them neither giving an inch. By now a small crowd stared to look from the classrooms above. The students were stunned that that green haired man was fighting equally to the raven haired devil. That the Hibari Kyoya was not in total dominance made their hearts dance. Hibari noticing the crowd watching stopped his assault.

"There's too much of a crowd, I'll bite you to death later" he said venomously as he walked away.

Yan just stood there, in too much shock to even reply. How could a highschooler keep up fighting with him. Well so much of a normal retirement if that man was going to be around.

"I'll be waiting, but I didn't catch your name?" Yan asked as Hibari was about to turn a corner and disappear

"Hn, Hibari Kyoya" He said with his back turned away, hiding the ever present smirk that was on his face. Oh this new student is interesting Hibari thought.

The classrooms that saw the fight were stunned. Who was this person that stood up to Hibari and how in the world did he not get destroyed. These were the thoughts of many inside class 2-A, epically a brown haired boy named Tsunayoyshi Sawada. He watched that man fight and came to the conclusion that he was mafia; his Vongola intuition screamed that the green haired hammer user didn't have any hostile intentions. Well at the least he was interesting.

"Sawada tsunayohshi! Tell me the capital of Italy!" screamed the teacher

Snapping back to reality Tsuna realized the he was in geography class. Completely forgetting about the man he just saw fighting he answered the question. Being in the Italian mafia he got that answer right at least.

Yan entered his classroom with his once pristine uniform now in pieces. The stares of his classmates were a very fun sight to behold. The teacher who was writing something on the chalkboard turned around and looked the new student in the eye.

"Ah, you must be the new student, Yan, I'm so glad that you decided to show up" said the teacher, smirking at the last part of his sentence.

"Very sorry sir, I was delayed by a certain person named Hibari Kyoya, do you know him" Replied Yan in a very static tone

The mere mention of the name Hibari Kyoya sent the class including the teacher into a state of fear. Not wanting to know the details of anything Hibari related the teacher didn't ask any more questions but asked Yan to introduce himself to the class. Yan went to the front of the class and scribbled his name on the black board and gave a little introductory speech on himself. He said he was born in France and came here after going to school in Italy and Russia. The female populace of his new class gawked at this new student and commented on how foreignly charming he is. Yan simply smiled and took the seat his teacher asked him to. Little that he knows a certain boy with gravity defying brown hair was contently observing him from the seat right behind.