Disclaimer: Nothing has changed. I still own absolutely nothing.
Hey guys! Here's my newest chapter! *Dramatic drumroll*
I'm sorry that m chapters are so short! Apparently, I am incapable of writing more than 1000 words in one chapter. :|
Anyways, I wanted to just answer a question real quick for all of you out there.
This story is slightly AU, but I WILL be following the main storyline. However, I am only going to write up to the final battle with Byakuran (and maybe a few chapters after, you know, the resolution). As much as I LOVE the Shimon, I honestly have no idea how to write them. So instead of boring you with my suckish writing, I will instead finish this along with the anime. I'm sorry to all of you who love the manga, most of that stuff will not be in here. Sorry!
And without further adeu, the chapter!
"HIEEE! I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"
Thirteen year old Tsunako Sawada leaped out of bed, pulling on her skirt and sweater. She ran a comb through unruly hair and pulled it into a ponytail. She ran into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of toast and the pre packed lunches.
"Reborn, why didn't you wake me up?!"
He didn't even look up from his paper. "A good Mafia boss needs to learn how to handle things herself."
"You liar! You just wanted to see me struggle, you sadist!"
He smirked and sipped his coffee.
She barreled out of the door, cursing at him at the top of her lungs. He vaguely wondered where she learned to curse like that.
She ran as hard as her skinny little legs could carry her (which was actually quite fast. Five years of training with Reborn would do that to you), sprinting past a laughing Yamamoto, a smiling Kyoko, and a shouting Ryohei.
"JOIN THE BOXING CLUB, SAWADA!"
"NOT NOW, ONII-SAN!"
She slammed open the front doors and climbed the stairs two at a time. She couldn't afford to be late. It would cost her her life. She finally spotted the shiny, polished doors and she put on a bit more speed, as much as she could handle. Come on, almost there...
The doors burst open. "I have your lunch, Hibari-san!"
He looked up from his desk and tapped a spot on it's organized surface. "Put it here, omnivore."
She dropped the package onto his desk, collapsing onto the chair on the other side. She took a minute to catch her breath, fanning her red face. He looked at her curiously.
"Did you run the whole way here?"
She glared at him. "Only because you insist on having your lunch to you before the first bell rings." She huffed. "Honestly, Kyoya. Why don't you just eat lunch with us?"
He went back to his papers. She saw a hospital bill, but she didn't bother to ask about it. It was probably for the kid he had beaten up yesterday.
"I can't eat lunch with a bunch of herbivores." She sensed the unsaid 'it'll ruin my reputation'. Honestly, he acted like such a kid sometimes.
She huffed. "Fine. But you're buying me something to eat later. Preferably cake."
He rolled his eyes. "Go to class, omnivore."
She walked into her classroom (late, as always. Stupid Kyoya) and took her seat next to Takeshi and Kyoko. She grinned at the both of them, who smiled back (although rather sympathetically). She snapped to attention when the teacher's ruler smacked on her desk.
"Class, let's say that hypothetically, a particularly dame girl arrived to class late and held up the entire lesson. How does his effect your learning? Apparently it ruins her learning because she never gets above a fifty on a test!"
She smiled. "Good morning to you too, Nezu-sensei!"
He scowled at her and turned back to the board. "Pop quiz today on quadratics. I hope you studied!"
The class groaned as one, Tsuna amongst them. She dropped her head onto her desk with a loud thunk.
"Damn it. I forgot to study. Reborn's gonna kill me!"
Her friends nodded mournfully, as if they were already picking out flowers to put on her grave.
Gokudera Hayato was not the happiest camper at the moment.
Firstly, he had met up with another family that denied him because he played the piano six years ago. I mean, what the hell? Who cares? He could have been an exhibitionist six years ago and they wouldn't care.
Then, just because God felt like taking a piss on his life, he was kicked out of his apartment for the 'inappropriate use of dynamite'. He had been using dynamite ever since he moved into that apartment! Why kick him out now?! So now, he was homeless, jobless, and in desperate need of a shower.
Oh well. At least he still looked awesome.
Suddenly, there was a vibration and an annoying ringing from his jacket pocket. He took out his phone and checked the number, shrugging when he didn't recognize it.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Gokudera Hayato." The voice was smooth and confident, with just the slightest bit of amusement. " I have a job for you..."