Target 008: Yamato Takeshi

"Are we done choosing teams?" A whole class was out on the field, split up into two grounds with Tsuru in the middle. The two teams seemed to argue where to place the remaining student.

"I'm saying you can have Dame-Tsuna on your team!" One team said, as the other replied with, "No way! We don't want to lose. He was amazing at volleyball but we all know he sucks at baseball."

Tsuru just sighed, 'P.E. is stupid. I finally thought it would be peaceful because Gokudera went to restock his dynamite.' She was snapped out of her thoughts by a cool voice, "Isn't it alright? Just join our team."

Tsuru turned 180˚ and saw Yamamoto with his arm wrapped around on of his teammates. "Are you serious, Yamamoto? You don't have to let that loser in." Yamamoto simply laughed, "Don't be stingy. I just have to keep them from hitting, right?"

Another one of his teammates just sighed and gave up, "Well, if Yamamoto says so, alright." Tsuru looked at the tall teen in awe, as no one had ever wanted to let her on their team during P.E. She was also awed by the fact that he was a freshman and one of the baseball team's starters, he had everyone's trust and respect.

Tsuru watched from the bench, as Yamamoto ran a homerun around the field, people started praising him and the female population were squealing over him, yelling things like, "So hot!" and, "Takeshi-kun!"

Even with Yamamoto's excellent baseball skills their team still lost, and even blamed it once again on Tsuru. "It's your fault Dame-Tsuna! Sweep the field by yourself!" One of Tsuru's teammates yelled at her, pointing his finger accusingly.

Tsuru looked at them in silence, watching them mock her, she started to sweep the field. "Help has arrived!" Tsuru looked behind her and saw the smiling face of Yamamoto, "Yamamoto! Sorry, it's all my fault… just when you let me into the team." She apologised, bowing her head slightly.

"Don't worry. It's only P.E. I doesn't matter. But haven't you been amazing lately? Like in the Kendo duel and the Volleyball tournament." Yamamoto's grin grew bigger, "I've got you checked in my book."

'Darn! I've been showing too much of my skills!' Tsuru thought, making a mental note to change that as Yamamoto continued, "In comparison, I just play baseball like it's all I know…"

The brunette looked at him in confusion, "What are you talking about? It's that baseball skill that's amazing!" They were both silent for a few seconds before Yamamoto said, "It's not going that well. Lately, no matter how much I practice, my average is dropping and my fielding is screwing up. At this rate, it'll be the first time I don't start since I began playing Baseball."

At this point the pair had stopped sweeping, "Tsuna… What should I do?" Yamamoto's face was solemn and concentrated, Tsuru thought for a bit, "I guess… you should rest a bit, then you should try practicing a bit harder."

"Really? I thought I should just practicing more, but rest? That's a good idea!" Yamamoto patted Tsuru on the back, "Thanks for the advice!"

The following day Tsuru had a bad feeling in her gut. In the future she would've immediately been on high alert, but as of now, she just ignored it, thinking it was a stomach ache.

"YAMAMOTO IS ABOUT TO JUMP OFF THE ROOF!" At these words Tsuru's blood ran cold. 'He should have followed my advice yesterday… unless!' Tsuru thought, dashing to the roof. Running up the fleet of stairs non-stop she saw the gentle sun light from the roof and a silhouette.

"Yamamoto! Don't jump!" She yelled, ignoring the hordes of students, who had made an invisible barrier around him, none brave enough to come any closer, each turned their head to face her. "You're taking this too far!"

Yamamoto never bothered to turn around, "Heh. I'm sorry but that's not true. After all the baseball god threw me away, I have nothing left." Tsuru glared at him, pushing through the crowd, "Are you an idiot?"

"For someone that's called Dame-Tsuna all the time, you can understand the feeling of preferring to die over failing at everything, right?" The injured boy, ignored her, making her feel annoyed at him and have an urge to punch him in the face to help him fall over.

But deciding to continue the stupid act she said, "No… You and I are different so…" Once more in the span of a week, Tsuru was cut off, "How arrogant of the recently awesome Tsuna-sama, so you're a fine student now as opposed to me."

"No! That's wrong! I actually feel jealous of you, you're not afraid to show other's your strengths and weaknesses and you're not afraid to try hard." Tsuru looked straight at Yamamoto, "Although! You said you have nothing left. What about your father? How would he feel if he found out you died because of suicide?" She stopped to catch her breath, "But in fact, I'm a pathetic person who would have regrets when dying, thinking that if I'm going to die then I should've done it with my dying will. So I believe you're a truly wonderful person Yamamoto!"

Yamamoto was silent before he started to climb back over the fence, as he swung his leg over the fence just had to break because of the weight and sent Yamamoto off the building. Tsuru, being a selfless person threw her glasses off and dived after him instantly, tucking her limbs in like a cannon ball, she reached to Yamamoto's position.

Reborn smiled, "Now is the time to get your Dying Will," He painstakingly loaded Leon and pointed to the glass, into an empty space, then fired. At the exact same time, Tsuru came falling down, the bullet lodged into her forehead. "Good job, Tsuruhime."

'I feel regret… My friend, I want to save Yamamoto with my Dying Will!' Like the other times, a dark orange flame, once again, lit Tsuru's forehead, "MID-AIR REBORN! SAVE YAMAMOTO WITH MY DYING WILL!"

Tsuru grabbed Yamamoto's flailing body, she tried to grab hold of the school building, but there were no crevasses in the wall, making Tsuru unable to stop.

As both middle schoolers fell, another bullet was shot, this time into Tsuru's hair, "IT ITCHES! MY TSUMUJI ITCHES!" A black spring of hair formed from the top of Tsuru's spiky hair just in time that as they hit the ground, Yamamoto and Tsuru bounced up and landed in the soft ground.

Up from the building, the culprit of the Dying Will Bullet, Reborn chuckled to himself, "If you hit the hair, it's the Tsumuji Hair-Growth Spring Bullet." He smirked at himself, happy with their performance. A strange feeling in his heart as he saw Tsuru hug Yamamoto, but shook it off as his imagination.

"Yamamoto, are you okay?" Tsuru asked concerned, the flame in her head fizzing out, "Yeah, Tsuna! You're amazing! Just like you said, you have to do it with Dying Will!" Yamamoto scratched his head sheepishly, "I don't know what I was thinking, and nothing good comes from my idiocy. Thanks!" He smiled brightly, with a genuine smile, not a semi-fake one that seemed shallow, a genuine one.

Tsuru looked at him and blushed, happy that she helped. She then remembered something, then scowled, "I thought I told you to rest, didn't I?" Using sickly, sweet voice she asked Yamamoto, her bloodlust ready to lash out at him.

As Yamamoto heard the question, he knew he was in trouble, it reminded him of his mother's voice. When he did something wrong and stupid. He looked at Tsuru, shaking slightly with fear, "I well, rested for... half a day?" Yamamoto tried, lying, it even sounded like a lie to himself.

"Is that so?" Yamamoto summonded the guts to look at the devil's-future-wife's eyes. Wincing as he saw the gleaming eyes, promising pain, he slowly backed away. "I'm... Sorry?"

But it was too late.

Homerun: A hit that allows the batter to make a complete circuit of the bases and score a run.

Tsumuji: A whirl of hair on the head

xRebornx