Summary: They all came from different pasts, from different backgrounds. They were broken, shattered, or close to it. And when everyone, even those they had loved, had given up on their existences; he came into their lives with an outstretched hand. "After all, people like us have to stick together."

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the amazing characters of Katekyo Hitman Reborn! I own the plot of this story, though, but I do not own the original KHR!

Chapter Title: Everything Is, Will, Be All Right

"All except the desperation to win."

Yamamoto panted, hands on his knees. Sweat dripped off of his tan face, his amber eyes open and glaring at the ground. He was shaking slightly, trying to fill his lungs with deep breathes of air. His chest felt tight, and his arms and legs burnt from over usage. A silver baseball bat was at his feet, shining in the dim light. His glare was pointed at it, wishing that he could just give it up.

The sun was setting over the horizon, illuminating the baseball field in a golden glow. The shadows from the stands imprinted nostalgic images on the green grass, a few patches flattened by skidding of some players earlier that day. The dirt of the mound was messed up a bit, from his and the opposing pitcher's feet slipping.

They had won, but just barely. Just barely because I couldn't focus…

He had been practicing since the game had ended. It was his fault, after all. His pitching was off, his batting was off, and his legs hadn't run fast enough, he hadn't been able to catch the ball. It was his fault that he hadn't been able to help the others with the game. No, he had been the person that kept them back, not pushing them forward.

"Damn it," Yamamoto muttered. He sat down and rubbed the back of his head in irritation, still glaring at the baseball bat. His legs felt weak, and he knew he wouldn't be able to get up anytime soon. His face was pointed at the ground, and a few wet drops appeared on the ground.

"Damn it…"

Tsuna hummed to himself as he walked the streets of the city. It was a peaceful day, but the sky was still gray. It seemed to reflect what the Vongola Boss was feeling at the moment, despite the cheery tune he was humming, though it was only to pass the time. Not mentioning the melody was very catchy.

The brunet felt the eyes of everyone he passed by on him. They watched as he walked by, as though he was a lion in a herd of zebra. Or antelope. Either animal worked for them. He let out a sigh as he caught a girl stalking him, trying to be sneaky but failing. It felt awkward knowing she was behind him.

I always have this affect on people, Tsuna muttered inside of the confinements of his head, quickening his pace to try and loose his new stalker. He turned a street corner, and ducked and weaved through the crowd of people. The brunet didn't look back to check if he lost her, but he could tell that she was gone. With a sigh, his brown eyes focused on a building's sign, his brown eyes widening slightly with recognition.

TakeSushi.

"Well look at that," Tsuna mumbled quietly, a small smile gracing his face. He chuckled to himself softly, finding it funny. "Stalker-chan helped me find it." The Vongola Boss walked over to the sushi restaurant, feeling his hyper intuition ring within his skull. The one he was looking for was close, he could tell.

Walking into the restaurant brought the sweet smell of fish and soy sauce to his nose, a wonderful aroma that the brunet had become fond of. While Italian food was fantastic, it got boring after a while, which caused the Sky Guardian to test out a few different culture's foods. Asian dishes were one of his favorites, with its wide variety and unique taste.

"Ah," Tsuna breathed out, a pleased smile lifting the corners of his mouth. A blush dusted his pale cheeks and he floated over to the bar, sitting on one of the stools. A man stood behind the counter, making sushi for the costumer before him. When he was finished, he turned to the brunet and smiled brightly.

"Hi! I'm Tsuyoshi Yamamoto! What would you like?"

Tsuna smiled, the comfortable and friendly atmosphere around the man making him feel refreshed. It was always wonderful to meet a person that was nice and good-natured from the bottom of their hearts. The brunet ordered what he usually made for himself back in Italy, and watched as the man expertly made it.

By the time Tsuyoshi had finished the dish, the Vongola Boss's mouth was salivating in anticipation. It had been quite a long time since he had had sushi, and it looked so good… When it was set in front of him, he had to resist the urge to simply inhale the food. He forced himself to actually take bites and chew. The amazing flavor made Tsuna hum in approval. Yes, this was very good sushi.

A ring from the door opening brought Tsuna out of his euphoria state. His brown eyes glanced over at the door, and he held back an "Aha!" at the sight of his soon-to-be Rain Guardian. Reborn (That doubtful Arcobaleno) had said that for once the brunet's intuition was wrong, that there was no way that Takeshi Yamamoto would be at a sushi restaurant.

Ha, Tsuna thought triumphantly, chewing a piece of sushi with a satisfied smirk on his face, this time not being from the flavor of the food (Even though it was heavenly). Who was right this time, Reborn?

Yamamoto sighed before entering his dad's restaurant, the fake smile stretching his face as the bell above the door let out a ring. His amber eyes closed and he grinned happily, calling out into the familiar smelling dining area, "I'm home!"

The costumers turned to him and smiled back, happy to see the well-known teen back safely. They all greeted him, and congratulated him about the win. His dad chirped in a request for some help, and looking over at his old man, Yamamoto's eyes caught onto the person sitting at the bar.

He was older than the baseball star, looking to be around twenty, give or take a few. His spiky yet soft, gravity-defying brown hair was familiar, and those brown eyes stared at him with what seemed to be fondness. The pale face of the stranger was sincere and comforting, yet terrifying because Yamamoto could tell that he was looking at his very core.

While his heart protested against the action, against the fakeness of it, he let a smile cover his face. "Hey," he called, walking over to the man, "You were at the baseball game!"

Those brown eyes made direct eye contact, and the tall teen had to suppress a shiver from how truthful they were. They said that the man knew, that he knew everything. He knew that that smile was a mask, which it covered the bitterness he felt. He knew that the laugh he emitted wasn't truly joyful, that it was ironic and sarcastic compared to how he really felt.

"Yes, I was," the man confirmed, the smile on his pale face radiating with pure happiness. Something in those brown eyes changed from knowing to comforting, silently telling the baseball star that everything was all right, and that if it wasn't he would make it so. "You put a lot of effort into your pitching. You're very talented."

Yamamoto blushed slight at the compliment, feeling his heart swell from the praise. While most nearly sounded fake, as though it was their job to say such things, the voice of this man said that he meant it. He smiled, one that he didn't have to force onto his face, and said brightly, "Thank you."