8. New School

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"Oh, so this is your first time in Italy?"

Arms crossed behind black hair and the person grinned brightly. "Haha, yep! I've been in Japan for pretty much all my life!"

"That's rather surprising…" the woman turned her head slightly, green tinted black hair spilling over her shoulder as she looked at the boy walking behind her. "Your Italian is astonishingly good for someone who hasn't been in its homeland."

"Haha! Thanks! It's a huge relief hearing that!"

"So how do you like Italy so far?"

"It's really nice! I feel like I've been living here for ages; it's so in tune with its culture!"

The woman threw him a pleased smile, "Well, I'm sure you'll find our school just as welcoming. Our students can be a little rough around the edges, but we are a fine student body, regardless."

The teen's hazel eyes glimmered excitedly, "I'm already looking forward to it!"

Her smile widened at his enthusiasm and came to a stop a door.

"This is your homeroom. I suppose we'll be parting ways here. Here's your schedule, a few other papers you'll have to get your father to sign, and a packet of school activities, rules, and the other blah I'm pretty certain you won't read." The woman passed over the papers to the boy laughing at her little joke.

"Should I escort you in?"

"Nah. I'll be good! You're a busy assistant principle, Miss Aria! Go ahead!" he shooed her off with his hand and Aria couldn't hold back a laugh.

"Well then, you know if you ever have any trouble, you can just come and talk to me." He nodded his head eagerly and Aria ruffled his messy black hair.

"Good luck, Yamamoto."

Yamamoto saluted her, a teasing glint in his eye, "Youkai shimashita!"

She laughed, shaking her head, and walked past Yamamoto, who turned and faced the door with a determined smile. Homeroom would have just started, which was why there were a lack of students in the halls. Yamamoto took in a deep breath, grabbed he handle on the door and turned it open.

'Here we go! Day one of my Italian school life starts now!'

With a widened determined smile, Yamamoto strolled in the classroom.

Over twenty pairs of eyes immediately assaulted his form and Yamamoto fought down his shiver of anticipation. Yamamoto locked eyes with a man standing in front of the whole class behind a large mahogany desk and grinned.

"This is Mr. Reborn's class, right?"

The man smirked, dark eyes glimmering in faint amusement. "Yes, this is my classroom."

"Haha! Cool! I'm Takeshi Yamamoto, your new student!" He bowed, "It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Whispers instantly erupted all around the classroom. Yamamoto expertly tuned them out and sent a grin at the dark suited man as he walked over to him.

"Miss Aria told me to let you see my schedule when I get in." He handed the single sheet and Reborn scanned it over without even taking the sheet and nodded.

"It says so on your schedule so you are most definitely supposed to be in my homeroom." His eyes swept out at the class and Yamamoto watched as the black orbs paused for a second, his smirk widening a fraction.

"Your seat will be next to Tsunayoshi Sawada," he spoke lowly, a black suited arm reaching behind him and picking up a stick of chalk.

"Ah, okay! And he is…" Yamamoto trailed off as the man placed a long finger on his lips, signaling for his silence.

And then the chalk flew.

A loud yelp sounded through the room and Yamamoto's eyes shot to the direction of the voice, just as he watched a boy fall backwards out of his seat and the chalk landing innocently on the desk.

"That's who you'll be sitting by." Reborn spoke with a smirk evident in his voice over the roaring laughter of the class laughing at the boy's expense. Yamamoto strolled over to his desk, a sheepish smile growing on his face as the boy fallen on the floor became more clear. There was a pained whisper from the boy as he towered over him and outstretched his arm.

"Hey, do you need help?" Yamamoto smiled at him, concerned, and watched as the boy cracked one eye open just barely before clenching in back shut.

"S-sure…" he mumbled, reaching out for his hand.

Soft fingertips brushed against his calloused ones and it sent tingles up Yamamoto's arm. He felt a blush surface and his heart race as the boy grasped his hand in a surprisingly firm grip for a boy his size.

Yamamoto hoisted the boy to his feet, admiring how he came up to his chest, just at his collarbone, and watched as he raised an arm and mussed with the back of his head.

"Stupid Spartan teacher…" he mumbled and then opened his eyes and stared at Yamamoto.

Yamamoto felt his cheeks burn.

The boy smiled.

Oh.

"Thanks for helping me up," he grinned sheepishly at him, golden eyes appreciative and causing flutters all over Yamamoto's stomach.

Yamamoto folded his arms behind his head and grinned back, the blush on his face increasing but doing his best to ignore it. "It's no problem! Gotta make good first impressions, right?"

Ochre eyes glimmered amusedly, and he opened his mouth to respond-

"Hey, Loser Tsuna. Before you start making out with your new student boyfriend right there, take a seat before I assign you all the homeroom assignments we were supposed to do while you were holding us up."

Both boys flushed and Tsuna turned indignantly to Reborn. "What the hell! We just met! How could you even think that!"

Yamamoto knew how. He decided to keep silent.

The two sat down and Reborn instantly spoke up to prevent their conversation from continuing. Yet, it didn't stop Yamamoto from striking a conversation anyway.

"Hey!"

He watched as Tsuna turned to him, surprise evident on his round face. Yamamoto grinned.

"I know we just met and all, but how about you and I get together this weekend? I'm completely new to Sicily and I'd like a little tour of the necessities!" he stage whispered to Tsuna, and he tilted his head up in thought.

"Sure! I'm pretty much free I believe! Ah," a look of sudden realization crossed his face, "everybody else said my name, but I haven't properly introduced myself!"

He outstretched his hand toward Yamamoto, a kind smile on his face that brought Yamamoto's flush back full force.

"My name is Tsunayoshi Sawada! Born in Japan but moved to Italy shortly after I was born!"

Yamamoto grinned, "Takeshi Yamamoto! Born and raised in Namimori, Japan and now citizen of Sicily, Italy!"

Their hands met in a firm handshake that had those tingles spreading up Yamamoto's arm. Yamamoto blushed.

And to his surprise, Tsuna did too.

He grinned at the smaller teen. His new school life was looking pretty good so far.

Note: Youkai shimashita: Well, it basically means, "Understood" or, in terms of how it was translated in both the anime and manga, "Roger that!" Just so you know what I'm talking about, it's what the little voice in Tsuna's earphones when he activates Operation: X/XX