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You guys are awesome, you know that? You really are.

Kat: Ahhh~! Don't die my lovely anon! D': I'm glad you're liking the interactions between characters though, and Taka-chan! Thank you for all of your kind words!

Caterina: That's right. A GLASS dome. 8D And what is our dear Takara? Window girl.

Guest: AHAHA. YOU GOT IT DUDE (OR DUDETTE). And I'm so glad you can ship them; that makes me happy because I love those two. Thank you for reviewing!

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Upon arriving at school, pretty much the only thing anyone in our class was talking about was the new transfer student. Girls were wondering if it was a guy – a hot guy – and boys were wondering if it was a girl – a hot girl. And I wanted to laugh at the irony of it, because Gokudera was so hot he was dynamite.

"You made some kind of lame joke to yourself, didn't you?" Hana had her and on her hip, Kyoko smiling beside her.

"And how," I spun on my heel, a finger stuck in her face, "do you know that?"

She smacked my hand away halfheartedly, a smirk lighting up her face, "Because when you do you look constipated."

I made an offended sound and placed a hand to my chest in the universal 'excuse me' sort of way, a thing that everyone seemed keen to ignore at this point, if the fact that I hardly got odd looks from my schoolmates said anything. Which I contributed in part to being friends with Kyoko – it seemed that forgave any misgivings toward me.

"Mah, guys, what do you think though?" Kyoko spoke up, "About the new student? I hope they're nice."

I pursed my lips, fighting the urge to laugh – because while he could be nice, he wasn't known for niceness. Hana moved to her seat as everyone began settling in –

"Eh, I don't really care."

"I don't either," I rose my hands in the air as I shrugged before meandering to my own seat, "Should be an interesting guy either way."

The teacher chose that moment to come in, clapping his hands and calling for hose still up to be seated and for us to quieten down. Of course, there were still a few people muttering – either gossip or, well, it was probably gossip.

"Alright everyone, we've got a new student," our teacher motioned for him to come in the door, "This is Gokudera Hayato, he's been studying in Italy up until now. Please give him a warm welcome."

It was somewhat amusing to see and hear the reactions from the rest of the class – it was also extremely annoying. Because I didn't really think that so many girls would actually swoon over him after seeing him kick Tsuna's desk. I mean, it was almost like seeing someone kick a puppy, and what girl likes a guy that kicks puppies?

Then again even Hibari had a small fanclub.

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Sender: Takara

I mean, they guy actually kicked Sawada's desk over. Like, was it him trying to convey that 'one day you'll be head over heels for me'?

From: Enma

Ah… Sawada? A friend of yours? And I think you're the only one that could possibly think that.

Sender: Takara

Friend? Not really, I've talked to him a few times though. And hey, it could be legit. Or maybe it's him, trying to tell Sawada the opposite.

"Talking to your boyfriend?" Hana deadpanned, popping the cap of her drink before leaning back in her seat.

I made a face, "I would protest, but you'd just twist it on me. Besides, shouldn't you be sharing dojo stories with Sasagawa-kun?"

At this Kyoko joined in, "Oh? Are you and Nii-kun close, Hana-chan? You must spend a lot of time together at the dojo."

To say that Hana was displeased at the change of topic was an understatement, but so was saying that I didn't enjoy that this very topic annoyed her. Though I was somewhat worried I might mess up their possible future relationship – it wasn't like I even knew how it had come about in the first place. It was nice though, being with lively people.

From: Enma

I seriously worry about you sometimes.

Sender: Takara

Awww, that means you like me, right? That you really, really like me?

"Ah! Did you guys hear that Sawada-kun will be playing in the volleyball game today?" Kyoko clapped her hands together, the topic of her brother clearly gone from our group, "After the girls' game, right?"

Hana rolled her wrist, causing the joint to pop, "Yeah, and I wonder how that'll go. He didn't do so bad in that match against Mochida."

"Right, right. But wasn't he, like, the reserve for the reserve's reserve?" I shaved some rice into my mouth, most of my bento gone at this point, "Is there some curse? The Curse of Tuna, maybe? All of the others before him did get sick, right? Bad food? Bad kisses? Both?"

"That's right, isn't it?" Kyoko placed a finger to her chin, "I hope they all feel better soon – it's no fun being sick."

"Eh, I don't really care. All I care about," Hana took a swig of her drink before jabbing her finger in my direction, "is that we win."

"Well, I don't plan on losing, Hana-chama."

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I was already dressed in my gym clothes with the track pants rolled up to my knees and my hair out of my face when I finally ran into Tsuna again – a panicking Tsuna. At this I could only assume he'd found that another one of Reborn's bullets would really kill him, leaving him in quite the precarious situation.

"You okay there, Sawada-kun?" He jerked, his signature 'HIEEE' echoing down the hall, "You look like you just heard that you're really a girl."

He made a choking sound, "N-No! I just…."

"Volleyball, right?" I walked past him before turning back around, "Just remember not to intertwine your fingers, keep your thumbs flat, and hit the ball along your arms anywhere from your wrists to mid forearms."

"E-ehh? Alright, thanks…" Though he really did seem thankful, he was still extremely nervous – obviously so, "A-are you in the volleyball club, Yamamoto-san? You know a lot…"

"Nah, I just dabble in sports; I've never really stuck to anything." I turned to continue to the gym before throwing one more piece of advice over my shoulder, "Oh, and when blocking try to use your hands. Hurts far less than anything else."

"H-hehhh?"

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By the end of our match my forearms had a slight sting left to buzz through them, but it was worth it. Hana seemed to feel the same way, as she had a rather satisfied smirk on her face – though that might have been from where the one girl that she really didn't like got smacked in the face.

"It's like a double win for you, isn't it?" I chirped, "One took it to the face and then lost."

Hana laughed, and I found my own eyes narrowing as hers glinted darkly, "More like a triple win."

At this she pointed to the side and I tensed for a moment before relaxing, as I had just made eyecontact with Nami-Middle's Kami-sama.

"Ayy, Hibari-senpai," I bent my legs slightly, ready to run, "What brings you over here? I'm a good student you know – haven't broken a single rule today."

He rose one, slim brow, clearly unimpressed, "You still have not been punished for your past transgressions."

I laughed and clapped my hands together before tuning and darting into the girls' changing room, the door clattering loudly behind me. Some of the girls looked bewildered, especially as I climbed up to wiggle through a small, high up window to the outside after washing my face – because I was not going to miss watching the upcoming spectacle. Some scared, feminine squawks followed my exit, though they were unnecessary as I landed on my hands and rolled safely to my feet.

"You're quite athletic, aren't you?"

Once again I came face to face with the dark eyes of Reborn, and this time I just smiled.

"I guess so," I shrugged my shoulders, "I think it runs in the family. I'm assuming you're going to find a perch up in the rafters again?"

"A tutor has to watch his student." He reached up to adjust his hat and Leon blinked up at me.

"Right, right, I look forward to seeing what Tsuna does." I tapped on one of the gym windows and a male student stared at me for a moment before hesitantly coming over to open it, "See you later, Reborn-san."

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I had hoped that Tsuna would have been able to avoid taking hits to the crotch during his volleyball match, but apparently that was just his destiny. Sure, I had still laughed, and sure I was still amused as I slinked around a corner in an attempt to avoid any sort of trouble. But I had still hoped he would somehow avoid that pain.

"It seems," I mused as my eyes darted between a fearful Tsuna and a dynamite holding Gokudera, "that I have stumbled into a very heated situation."

"T-that's not funny, Yamamoto-san!" Tsuna's fearful eyes had a bit more of an edge to them now as they darted between the foreign boy and myself, "This isn't the time to joke."

Gokudera, who seemed to not like being somewhat ignored, chose to hurl a handful of lit dynamite – with one of them hurtling in my direction. With a yelp I cartwheeled out of the way, my back bumping into Tsuna's side as the dynamite blew. Part of me wondered why the hell I had let myself fall into this, because I had known this was going to happen.

"You know," I drawled, "these aren't the fireworks that I expected to get from a guy."

Tsuna sputtered next to me and Gokudera scowled –

"Butt out, woman! This is none of your business!"

"You tried to blow me up when we haven't even gone on our first date," I placed an offended hand to my chest, "These fireworks are preemptive and quite rude."

In a moment of what was probably rage, Gokudera lit a single stick of dynamite and hurled it right at me, prompting a frightened 'HIEE' from Tsuna – who I actually had to bump back to keep from getting in the way as I caught the dynamite.

"Hot potato!" As quick as I could I hurled the dynamite back at a semi-stunned Gokudera.

He lunged out of the way and ground out something that sounded vaguely like 'Screw it' before starting another full-frontal assault. With a strength I hadn't quite expected Tsuna pulled me back and out of the way before lunging for the lit fuses, thus eliciting a pained yelp seconds later.

But what followed that yelp?

A gunshot and then shredded clothes as Tsuna was suddenly everywhere, snagging and putting out fuses. It wasn't long before Tsuna's flame went out, leaving a stunned Gokudera bowing down to him.

"You really are fit to be the tenth boss!" Gokudera lifted his head and smiled, "Juudaime! I will follow you to the ends of the Earth!"

Reborn walked until he was almost between the two, "It's the family's rule, Tsuna. The one that loses becomes the winner's subordinate."

And this started Gokudera's fanboying, which was quite amusing in all honesty. Especially when one added in Tsuna's somewhat panicked face as he realized he wasn't going to get out of this. Reborn spoke up again when Tsuna became somewhat frozen at Gokudera's tenacity –

"You did a good job, Tsuna. It's because of your strength that Gokudera became your subordinate."

I ambled over as he was finishing up his praise, "Sawada-kun really wasn't half-bad."

Gokudera shot up at this, "Juudaime was great, you interloper!"

"Oh, you," I tapped my cheek with my index finger, "You might want to work on your butter fingers. If you end up in jail and drop the soap… well…"

His face contorted into varying showings of rage, though in the end that rage wasn't aimed at me – it was at the three upperclassmen that had shown up and decided to insult Tsuna. Shadows covered his eyes as he stalked after them and I laughed –

"Oh man, this is great."

"G-Gokudera-kun! W-wait!" Tsuna cradled his face with his hands before twisting around to face me, "And please don't antagonize him, Yamamoto-san! He's dangerous!"

I laughed again and waved a hand, "Come on, I can defend myself, you know?"

"That's right," Reborn's squeaky voice broke through the muffled booms in the background, "Will you be joining Tsuna's famiglia too, Yamamoto Takara?"

Tsuna began protesting and I sucked in a deep breath – it was a decision that I'd been waiting to make for years, though I was sure even if I refused now Reborn would somehow wrangle me into everything if he really wanted to.

"Neh, I guess I can," I turned away as Tsuna spluttered in surprise and panic, "But only if you guys call me Takara – I don't really like formalities all that much."

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From: Enma

There were people at school that said there were some kind of explosions in Namimori… did something happen?

Sender: Takara

You could say that. That new student – his buttons are really easy to push.

From: Enma

…somehow I'm not surprised you were somehow involved in whatever happened.

Sender: Takara

That's because you know me. I'm pretty unforgettable, after all.

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It's all beginning, my friends.

Also, in case you didn't realize, I'm just going to say that I plan on TakaxEnma (or Enra/Tenma – names courtesy of Juliedoo) being endgame. BUT! I am planning a drabble series separate from this that will contain omakes, not seen scenes from the story, and random drabbles involving other characters that aren't canon to Guadagnare.

When I finally post it I'll alert you all in an author's note within a Guadagnare chapter.

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