Dear Nono,
It turns out that Tsuna is built out of pure musc-
Reborn lit the half complete letter on fire and danced on the ashes. This is not how he should start a letter.
Dear Nono,
Due to my tutoring, Tsuna has been improving quite a bit. He is not physically weak anymore, but I have yet to use the Dying Will Bullet. That will be fixed soon.
-R
Well. It wasn't that big of a deal that he told a little white lie. He doubted that Nono or Iemitsu would take the truth very seriously if he told them that Tsuna was a big beefy teenager. He smirked as he rolled the letter up and tucked it under his fedora to mail it later. Thinking back to yesterday, he remembered how Tsuna reacted to seeing his school crush. Reborn was planning to shoot the bullet, but Tsuna just looked too happy and Reborn figured that he did not have any regrets because he had some confidence to back him up. If Tsuna had a reputation as a loser, then it should have worked, but it was all because of... his 'figure'. Glancing back behind him, he saw a large form sprawled on the bed (it was made of the strongest material on earth to not get dented). Tsuna was still in a pastel pink apron with the words: "Number one cook! " on the front. Shifting slightly in his sleep, he happily murmured about baking and cookies.
Yesterday, Reborn remembered how Tsuna burst through the door, toppled it down, whipped every cooking utensil out, and started to pour in ingredients. Gokudera was sadly a horrible cook, but when he shamefully admitted his mistakes to Tsuna, Tsuna just laughed and threw in more sugar in random places. Reborn had raised an eyebrow at this, but he kept quiet. It was certainly a strange sight, seeing a big tough extremely fit teen decorating heart designs on cookies. Tsuna was very obsessive when he got too into it; he accidentally broke the oven door. He just giggled and somehow stuck the door back on and smushed his face up against the glass to see his cookies bake. Gokudera sat down next to Tsuna saying that it was his duty to follow the tenth. Reborn snapped a quick picture of the scene, smiling as he did so.
Now Reborn jumped onto Tsuna's bed and kicked his head to wake him up.
He didn't move.
Reborn then got out his 1000 pound hammer and slammed Tsuna with it while using a majority of his power.
Tsuna didn't budge. He didn't even move by a fraction.
Finally, Reborn shouted, "Get up, or else you won't be able to bake for the rest of your life!"
That seemed to work. Tsuna shot up the second Reborn said those horrible words.
"NOOO!" Tsuna screamed making the whole house shake. He also broke a vase or two from the intense sound waves. Tsuna then saw Reborn smirking, and realized that he had been had.
"Tsuna, you are already late. Hurry up, because Gokudera is already waiting for you," he informed. Tsuna quickly jumped out of his bed, denting the floor, and rushed to get ready. "I also hid the baking sheets. I'll only give them to you if you get a perfect score on your next test," he said mischievously.
"WHAT!?"
"Juudaime! I will escort you to school! Any assassin that dares to target you will be blown to bits!" Gokudera eagerly assured. Tsuna glanced down with surprise and he smiled. It was great to have good friends like Gokudera, but sometimes he wondered if he went too far.
"I-It's okay, Gokudera-kun! You don't need to do these things," Tsuna insisted. They walked out of the gate and continued their way to Namimori Middle.
"No! Juudaime, it is my duty as your right-hand man to protect you!" Gokudera argued. Tsuna gave a manly sigh and shifted his bag, which was only a speck in comparison to the rest of his body. He supposed that Gokudera wouldn't change his mind no matter what he said. Tsuna glanced around a bit uneasily and scratched the back of his head.
Gokudera noticed this and, with concern, he asked, "Juudaime, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I guess… but my cookie sense is going off. Someone really needs a batch right now," Tsuna said. He furrowed his eyebrows as he shuffled his feet. "I mean, this person needs a milk-chocolate cookie with malted cream," he explained, his eyes widening. "That means that we need to go, now!" Before Gokudera could ask, Tsuna placed him on his shoulder and began to hurtle down the street, causing craters to form with each step. The whole street shook as his manly weight was just too great. The neighbors just shook their heads, because they were already used to this kind of thing. In less than a minute, they reached the school gates. Students hurriedly flung themselves out of the way as Tsuna (and Gokudera) barreled through. Tsuna screeched to a halt, wildly looking this way and that.
"J-Juudaime!? What are you doing?" A fear-filled Gokudera asked timidly. He had never seen his boss act this way before, and he was getting worried. Finally, Tsuna shook his head and put Gokudera back down.
"It looks like he's not here," Tsuna said with disappointment. He perked back up and confidently said, "He can't escape from me! I'll find him today!"
"Of course! Juudaime can do anything!" Gokudera agreed, albeit a bit confusedly. The good mood quickly vanished when he tugged on Tsuna's sleeve.
"Huh? What's the matter, Gokudera-kun?" Tsuna questioned. He looked down to see Gokudera's desperate face.
"J-Juudaime!" Gokudera stuttered as he looked behind him. Tsuna turned around and saw a badly bent and dented gate that had flown off its hinges.
"Herbivores," an icy voice hissed. The sharp clicking of slick shoes echoed through the chilling silence. An angry prefect approached them with his steel tonfas out. There was a very, very dark aura surrounding him and both Tsuna and Gokudera just knew that they were not going to get off easily this time.
"Whoopsie Daisy!" Tsuna laughed nervously as he rubbed his arm. "It… was an accident…?"
"WE MUST GO IMMEDIATELY JUUDAIME," GOKUDERA WHISPERED VERY URGENTLY. Tsuna nodded and placed Gokudera on his shoulder once again and bolted away from Hibari. Hibari was hot on their heels somehow managing to keep up with Tsuna's giant strides. Gokudera threw dynamites behind them, hoping to catch Hibari in the explosions, or at least slow him down, but that wasn't happening.
"JUUDAIME," Gokudera called, fighting to be heard over the rushing wind.
"WHAT IS IT GOKUDERA-KUN," Tsuna said effortlessly, his deep voice echoing throughout the street.
"I THINK THAT WE ARE FU-" Gokudera was cut off before he could finish by a spinning tonfa. He was knocked out immediately.
"H-HIBARI-SAN!" Tsuna yelled, unhappy that his friend got knocked out. He would need to bake Gokudera apology cookies later. He glanced behind him, only to see that the skylark was even more furious.
"BYE HIBARI-SAN!"
Later that day, Tsuna still couldn't find the mysterious person. He was now in gym class with Gokudera, who was a bit (very) beat up from their earlier encounter. They were playing volleyball, and Tsuna excelled at it. A bit too well, because whenever he hit the ball, he spiked it and it caused parts of the gym floor to cave in and fall down to the level beneath them. Other times, he attempted to serve and it would hit the ceiling and chunks of it would fall down. More damage bills for Tsuna. Gokudera would just simply cheer Tsuna on, complementing "the boss's amazing strength".
Finally, the gym teacher hurriedly said, "Oh! It looks like class is over! Dismissed!" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They all started to pile out of the door, muttering things about how Hibari was going to bite them to death again. It was Tsuna's turn to clean up the gym, and he was adamant that Gokudera would head to his next class. Tsuna pinched the tiny broom in between his gigantic thumb and index finger and began to sweep the gym floor, which was a very strange sight.
This didn't go on for long as someone yelled, "Help has arrived!" Tsuna turned around and found Yamamoto Takeshi with a broom in his hand. He was a student from Tsuna's grade that was very popular, mainly due to his baseball skills. He wasn't quite sure why he would want to talk to him. Then Tsuna's eyes widened with recognition; he was the person that his cookie sense was so concerned about! He hadn't noticed it earlier because he was so caught up with the game. Now that Tsuna had a good look at him, he noticed that everything seemed to be off. Something about Yamamoto's smile reminded him of dark chocolate meringue drop cookies. His suspicions were confirmed when Yamamoto started to speak.
"Ahahaha, I know that you're pretty amazing and strong and stuff, and so I was wondering how you manage to keep that all up. You see, my average in baseball has been dropping lately, and I can't really do anything about it. Do you have any advice for me?" Yamamoto asked hopefully as he glanced over to Tsuna. Tsuna sweeped with the broom one more time before setting it down, and he looked over to Yamamoto.
"Yamamoto, you don't need to be at your 100 percent all the time. It's okay to take a break now and then, you know? That's what I do. You don't need to worry about baseball; take care of yourself first. Here," Tsuna said as he pulled something out, "take these!" He placed a box of cookies into Yamamoto's arms. With surprise, Yamamoto hesitantly opened it, and found rows of milk-chocolate cookies with malted cream with cute baseball decorations on it. He peeked back up at Tsuna and smiled.
"You know what, Tsuna? I-I think that you're right..!" Yamamoto began, only to be crushed by a big bear hug.
"I'm so glad that I could cheer you up!" Tsuna said with a big smile.
"Aha-HA-HA! I THINK THAT YOU'RE CRUSHING ME TSUNA," YAMAMOTO WHEEZED VERY DESPERATELY. Tsuna glanced down and saw Yamamoto's pale face. He immediately let go of him and apologized many times as he tried to bow down to him.
"Ah! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to try to make you a pancake!" Tsuna said with full of concern.
"Maa maa, it's okay Tsuna!" Yamamoto assured, "It's like you have a cookie sense or something. You always seem to know when someone is in need and you know just what to do to cheer them up."
Tsuna smiled and then they burst out laughing. Tsuna's manly laughter was heard throughout the entire school. The staff and students just shared a knowing smile and went back to their lessons while Tsuna and Yamamoto were struggling to catch their breath as they sat down, still chuckling. "Tsuna?" Yamamoto said after a few minutes.
"Huh? What is it, Yamamoto?" Tsuna asked.
"I want to be your friend from now on," Yamamoto stated earnestly.
"Yamamoto, we already are!" Tsuna said with a big goofy grin. "Now, let's finish cleaning up this gym!" They both got up and grabbed their own brooms and started to sweep again. That was how they spent the next half hour; learning a bit more about each other as they exchanged jokes and laughed together at the end.
"Hmm, looks like Tsuna has gained another famiglia member," Reborn concluded as he watched through his Leon-binoculars from outside. He was up in a tree, spying through the leaves and he had seen the entire spectacle. Tsuna had handled the situation better than what he had expected. Tsunayoshi Sawada was definitely mafia boss material. He cared about others' feelings and needs, and seriously considered their well-being. Underneath that manly appearance was an altruistic teen with a heart of gold. Reborn was pleased with Tsuna's performance. It appears that his new student has a lot of potential.
Meanwhile, a small child wandered aimlessly throughout the marketplace of Namimori as he took in all of the sights wondering where the food was. Lots of taller grownups passed by him, not giving him a second glance. Sure, it was scary and he wanted to cry (gotta stay calm!) but his boss told him to kill Reborn or else he couldn't return to his Family. He just needed to find and assassinate the hitman. He had tons of weapons and grenades, so it sounded like a piece of cake.
Right?