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The bell rung cheerfully out to the school once more whilst I scraped the tip my blunt pencil with the blades of my scissors, the wood scraps falling onto the open textbook I had set out to collect them so it wouldn't be a mess.

See? Aren't I such a thoughtful bitch? I am sharpening this pencil to become a weapon for society!

….Sorry, that's just my sadism-saved-for-Tsuna's-bullies speaking.

"Tuski…." Groaned my twin as I blew gently on the sharpened tip, allowing the loosened graphite to fly away as I looked toward his back while he continued on "I'm so tired from nervousness….." he whined pathetically as I shook my head, sighing.

Guess whose fault was that?

The dude with silver hair who was still staring at Tsuna's back like some creepy-ish stalker. That's who!

…. As if we didn't have ENOUGH stalkers already.

I just stuffed my trusty pencil into my stationary bag (Which had chibi versions of the Pikachu family printed on white cloth in adorable posses. What? Pikachu was cute. Admit it. I SAID ADMI-) And dropped the thing into Bag-kun, the other hand reaching out to pet Tsuna's back "…There, there." I said, but the caring gesture was probably butchered with my monotonous voice *Sigh* "….Loosen up, have a pocky stick." I continued as I pointed one at his back.

That's ma motto.

….Well, not really. I have a cooler one. In the future…. Maybe.

Don't judge me just because I did not have some awesome motto in life.

Tsuna sighed with a slight chuckle at my horrible attempt at a cheer up, which cheered him up anyway, weird, but Super Effective! "Thanks Tsuki." He said, much more lightly as he turned and stared for a moment at the pocky stick I had pointed at him, before clamping his lips right on the end of it and lifted it out of my hand, smiling a little at the sweet taste.

Both of us looked at each other, warm mocha clashing with glassy caramel, him smiling a little while I just blankly looked back, unknowingly mirroring each other the way our pocky was poking out of our mouths.

But it was a peaceful moment that we could both enjoy, not needed to talk to each other, just knowing that the other just, there.

Until Yamamoto kinda ruined the moment by coming into it and lightly tapping Tsuna's shoulder, causing both of us to look up at the sudden intrusion. Tsuna quickly took out the pocky in his mouth to his hand, not having the ability to speak with it in his mouth unlike I did as he said in a questioning tone "Yamamoto?"

Said amber eyed teen smiled kindly, some guys standing behind him with the same expectant looks that Yamamoto possessed at the moment as I looked at them, totally ignoring my existence and the fact I was talking to Tsuna first and butting into our lives.

I sense unearthly powers of sadism at work….

Uh oh.

"We're counting on you today, Tsuna!" the baseball prodigy said with one of his infamous smiles that shined with the blinding light of a hundred Suns that blinded all that stare without the protection of sunglasses.

That, or I was the only one effected due to my unfriendliness to normal human beings in general.

Damn people and their damn no-good-reason smiles.

Tsuna stuttered a little, not really understanding why such a sentence was given to him, 'Dame-Tsuna' out of all the people in the school "C-counting on me for….?" He trailed off with a question in his tone.

"The volleyball tournament, of course!" a boy behind Yamamoto and to my side reminded and Tsuna's eyes widened a little at the mention of the tournament, whist I seemingly ignored the happenings around me, munching on pocky.

Wait.

…How did Tsuna ended up as the sub-sub-sub-sub of the sub-player of the volleyball team again?

….

I don't remember, oh well.

Tsuna looked at Yamamoto with slightly wide eyes "I didn't know you played volleyball too, Yamamoto." He said with a little awe in his voice.

Another boy with shorter hair than the first replied "Even though baseball is his best sport," Wait, you mean he isn't on the team yet? You people blind or something?! And where did my wallflower-ness go to allow such news to pass through my ears?! Blasphemy, this is, I tell you! "He's still good at other sports too!"

This one, luckily for my un-existing ego, was not new to me. Yamamoto was a Jack (Or maybe Jock?) of all Trades (Or was it sports?) in the physical category. He ran like the wind. His smashes during badminton where stunning. His agility allowed him to dribble and pass in basketball like some Ace.

And when it came to baseball, the team that had Yamamoto didn't need to lift a damn Finger!

As they continued their praising of Tsuna (Who was becoming a little flushed from all the nice comments given to him instead of the usual hurtful ones), I ignored their talking and turned towards the window, bored and craving for a change in scenery.

I did not expect to see Reborn's chameleon-lizard-thing sticking at the window plane out of all things.

Which was true, I'd expected to see Hibari's lackeys beating up people violently on school grounds for doing something stupid like…break the rules in freaking Namimori-Chuu.

That was a death sentence waiting to be placed on you by thee mighty tonfa's of doom.

But whatever, I got bored with idle yet nice chatter that wasn't insulting my twin for once, so I as I made sure none of the words where flung at me like a bullet hell-bent on making me answer, I silently slid out of my chair and made my way towards the window while twirling the on the handle of my scissors, opening it and holding my hand out, allowing the tiny lizard to crawl onto my hand as it looked up at me with big yellow eyes, flicking its tongue at me.

Now that I have a proper look at it, it seemed really cute, and more like a tiny green lizard instead of an actual chameleon. But there was something extra added to its appearance.

A tiny note seemed to be tied to its neck with a small red ribbon, and raised my eyebrow at it as bit a piece off my pocky and pulled on the string with my other hand, using the fingers not preoccupied with the scissors, allowing the small paper to drop into my hand.

The chameleon, knowing its job was done, leapt out of the window as gracefully as its owner would, and dropped out of sight.

Huh, like owner, like pet I guess.

I sighed, rolling open the small note in my hand and stared at the written notes inside written in neat hiragana.

'Emo-Tsuki, this is obviously from The World's Greatest Hit-man' World Greatest Hit-man was a baby? Huh, never thought about it that way, seems legit… 'It seems that the volleyball team is yet again short one member, since he suddenly had a stomach ache and was sent home early, so you have 'volunteered' to be in the team.' The note innocently stated.

I swear a crow actually cawed by as I stared at it blankly for a few moments, the world crashing down upon me.

Huh, now I know what Tsuna feels, literally.

'I am IN THE FREAKING VOLLYBALL TEAM?!' I shrieked in my mind (Because as crazed or animalistic your inner-voice sounded like, no one gives shit) like some banshee, the paper in my hands crinkled a little as I squeezed it a little and my hands shook from anger, face betraying no emotions as I crunched on my pocky once more 'Is Reborn really Freaking with me?'

'No, I am not freaking with you, Baka-Emo-Tsuki.'

…..

THE HELL HE KNEW I USED FREAK INSTEAD OF THE REAL F-BOMB!

…..

And he even replied in return to what I thought!

Note to self, do not speak in mind, EVAR.

'Do it, or I'll shoot you with the Dying Will Bullet.' The note also innocently said.

On that summer day, Sawada Tsukiko officially let out the first scream of frustration in public in the first time since…. EVAR.

DAMN THAT REBORN! DAMN ITTTTTTTTTTTT ALLLL THAT IS GOOOOD AND VOOOOOOLLLLLEEEEYYYYBAAAAALLL! (Actual scream.)

Cue everyone staring at me with shocked/horrified looks etched on their faces.

-(Mean while somewhere within Reborn's already constructed passageways in the school)-

Reborn snickers to himself as he watched his coffee beans brewing, it's delicious, rich aroma filling the room custom fit for his size as he leaned on his seat, smirking his perma- cat smirk while stroking Leon affectionately like the evilness incarnate of a baby he was.

What a reaction he elicited from that stony faced Sawada, indeed.

And he only just started.

Japan was so fun; he should have come here earlier.

"H-Hieeee!" Tsuna yelled, looking at me in a little shock "Tsuki! Y-You're…H-Hieeee!"

Great, even his unique screams where stuttering!

"…..what?" I asked rather calmly, tugging on the white shirt I was currently wearing, trying to make it so that they wouldn't show my developing ahem's on my chest, small as they were, and promptly giving up when after releasing the cloth, it went back to sticking to my body.

Whatever, they showed even while I wore my usual school uniform, so what's the diff?

Well, the EXTREAMLY short pants were one of the differences I would unwillingly point out.

They were TIGHT. And SHORT. And showing way too much leg and it made me cold.

Hell, how did Hibari approve of this shit?

I am so freaking jealous of Tsuna and his sweatpants right now.

"….Reborn." I answered simply as I stared into a the mirror that I kept in my locker, watching myself as I went through the motions of looping my fluffy hair about into a secure yet messy bun at the middle of the crown of my scalp and my neck, the ends trailing down and tickling my now exposed neck slightly as I turned back to my twin "….You know….." I stated/trailed off flatly, rolling my pocky stick with my tongue before crunching down on it as I waved a hand in the air.

*Crunch*

Tsuna sweatdroped "You screamed, Tsuki. Screamed, in public. You don't even scream at home!" He yelled as I slammed the metal door of my locker with more force than needed, making a loud *Clang* sound out like a horribly tuned bell, or something like that. "What was so bad that made you scream?"

"…. Blackmail of public nudity via bullet…." I replied helpfully, still monotone, and Tsuna sighed as he connected the dots.

He wasn't stupid, my twin I mean. I think he just likes to think he's stupid.

How sad. How demeaning.

"Reborn said he'll shoot you with the Dying Will Bullet?" At my silent nods, he sighed, shoulder's sagging as I opened another packet of pocky and munched away on it quickly, before he perked up, as if remembering something "Ah! I need to look for Reborn!" He said. He quickly added "I need him to shoot me with the Dying Will Bullet for the oncoming match Tsuki!" At my freaked out look that only he could actually recognize, since it consisted of me showing a small downwards curl of my lips, very small change "I know it's weird, and I might become almost naked again, but I need the bullets power."

I blinked "….and being naked… but supper strong…. Would help?" I concluded, and Tsuna nodded his head.

"Yes!" He said firm on his belief the miraculous bullet (Read bullet from motherFreakin hell) would save the day once again.

….

…..

…

"….bye, person framing as my twin." I stated, turning on my heel and walking away as Tsuna yelled "W-wait Tsuki, it's me!"

"….not listening."

"TSUKIEEEEE~!" cue the waterworks

"Haha! It was great that you volunteered to be on the team, Tsuki!" Yamamoto laughed.

"….Hn." Was my blunt reply, ignoring that fact that he had called my first name in true bitchy fashion.

The gym was noisy.

I was longing around with the other classmates of ours whose hands seemed to be covered in all manner of plasters and bandages, my own wound-less (But not for long) arms crossed behind my head and one foot pointed by the toe to the ground, ignoring the pep talk Yamamoto gave to 'lift our spirits' since I didn't have any to begin with.

Heh, I just said I was dead.

Instead, I was having some sort of stare off with Gokudera, who was another one of our teammates… surprisingly. He was dressed accordingly, dog tags and all other form of delinquent style missing from his person, but still wearing his rings and black bracelet and all that stuff.

Huh….why didn't Hibari smash his face in yet?

I shalt nevar know.

He glared, I stared.

We stayed silent, observing each other on 'more friendly' grounds.

Hey, it's not like he could smash my face in while I tried to gouge his eyes out in the middle of a volleyball match, right?

Right.

I tried to keep as calm as I could, innocently ignoring that this dude had just kicked over my brother just this morning and I had the sudden urge to whip out my scissors (Which was in Bag-kun) and do some violent things to a Gokudera doll that I had no chance to make yet.

What, I was being protective yet non-violent to real human life. And this shithead needed someone to keep him off even before he began being one.

Hah, I was mean. Not cool.

Snap outa it Tsukiko! Reborn is rubbing offa you!

…..

And that is NOT good.

"Ahahaha! Getting along with each other is a good thing!" Yamamoto obliviously said as he clasped my back (Which felt like a gold ole slap) causing me to cough and sputter in a very ungraceful manner, which in turn caused Gokudera to break off our eye contact and look away, growling under his breath about 'annoying jocks'.

Weird, did he enjoy staring at me or something?

…..

Whatever, my eyes where unique too; caramel tinted blue, wouldn't blame no one who wanted to stare for a few moments.

Heck, even I thought I was an alien when I learned it wasn't normal eye color.

I glanced around, seeing the multitudes of students gathered to watch the match. Our classmates where the most expectant, chattering lowly to each other about what I could gather 'the team's secret weapon' or something like that, banners held up with Tsuna's name written on with some form of encouragement.

….

That was a weird scene my twisted imagination will never be able to compare too.

Inner-chibi (Who is alive by the powers invested in me, Huzzah!) agrees as well.

Well, she agrees to everything I think about, so she isn't a conscious.

…

Huh, I wonder if anyone else had a chibi-inner instead of a conscious.

"TSUNA!" the sudden screams of the peoples around me forced me to focus as true to the shouts of the students, my twin was standing there at the doors of the gym, walking in with a small, nervous smile on his face.

Okay, Dying Will Check. Was he yelling 'REBORN'? Nope. Was he in boxers today? Nope. Did he go bat-shit crazy and perhaps crash into us teammates in the bid to "I'LL WIN THIS MATCH NO MATHER WHAT!"? Nope. Did he have an orange flame on his fore head? Nope.

Means Reborn did not shoot Tsuna with that weird bullet of his.

…. How in the seven pits of flaming hell did that sentence become normal all of a sudden?

I do not know. I DON'T want to know. Case closed.

Tsuna quickly made over to our side of the field, face still sheepish as Yamamoto and team excitedly greeted him (Other than Gokudera and me), and standing close to me as I fiddled with the pocky in my mouth, not nibbling on it like usual. Hey, snacks weren't exactly allowed in a competition, you know.

"We where waiting for you, Tsuna!"

"Show us some of your awesome skills!"

Tsuna laughed nervously for a few moments, his hand going for mine when he looked up to see Gokudera staring down at him with a slight glare, causing him to give a slight gasp of shock, most likely wondering why the silvery haired teen was doing here of all places.

I silently clasped his back, bringing his back to earth as he turned towards me, his body slightly shivering under my grip "T-tsuki. Everyone is counting on me." He whispered nervously, glancing around the room where everyone was now conversing excitedly, opposed to how calm they were moments before this.

I huffed slightly, my eyes closing as I shook my head at his low-self esteem. If I could guess, Reborn talked him in to come here in the first place, again "….Nii-san" I stated, sighing as I watched a member of the Disciplinary Committee with a pompadour hairstyle (Who the hell wears that hair anymore?) run around mopping the squeaky floors of the gym diligently, making them shine as Hibari watched from the sides, arms crossed and small scowl/stern look on his face.

Then, soul peering gunmetal connected with bored glassy blue-tinted caramel out of the blue, and he smirked as I blinked, flinching from the gaze.

I shivered as I looked unhurriedly away, gritting my teeth and breaking off a giant piece of pocky in my mouth. Creepy dude he was.

Then, one of his committee members (Read Lackeys) ran towards the prefect, saying something to him.

Hibari said something in return, and quickly looked towards the teacher acting as referee for today; saying something that slightly freaked the teacher out as he stood erect and nodded respectfully to the prefect (Should it not be the other way around?) before he called out loudly over the murmur of students "We will now begin the match against Year 1 Class A and Year 1 Class C!"

A shrill screech of the whistle marked the beginning of the game as I wearily found myself pushed to some corner by Yamamoto with a laugh, saying this would be 'Fun' as I slightly crouched in a stance, legs wide as I followed what the other team members where doing, hands in front as a stray hair fell in front of my eyes.

I feel like an idiot.

…..

But I always feel like an idiot, so what's the diff?

Team 1-A went first with a quick smash on the ball, making the ball of rubber bounce towards our territory as it flew towards Tsuna, our biggest weak link.

Tsuna's eyes widened as the ball flew at a dangerous speed at him, obviously not knowing what to do as he could only watch as the ball flew at him. Yamamoto didn't allow the ball to just mash its force into my twins face though, quickly dashing in front of him and smacked the ball away back towards the opponents, doing a small roll to his feet as he did a thumbs up.

The crowd went wild at Yamamoto's cool stunt, missing the fact that the opposing team managed to smack the ball back so it was about to hit me this time.

I cringed, swinging my arms up and with all the force I could muster smacked it up high into the air, making me shake my sore hands wherein Yamamoto leapt up and smashed it back into the other side.

I blinked. Did I just do that?

And Yamamoto just, was awesome.

Oh well, he's the jock, but we can't have him becoming tired because we were being useless now, could we.

At that thought, my eyes narrowed slightly, focusing on where the ball would fly in next, intent on not allowing any hits to the face today.

A few moments passed with no incident, with me either smacking the ball up (With my Dominant Right hand or the mixture of both) so Yamamoto could smash it in, Gokudera smacking the ball back violently, or the other teammates hitting the ball back so it didn't fly out of the white box we were in. But we were barely keeping up with the other team, with them steadily gaining points as we where weakly defending.

It cannot be helped; our team was made out of the sub-sub-sub-sub-sub's and one 'volunteer' who had nil-skill in ball games and the jock not centered on this sport, and Tsuna.

We where basically screwed even from the beginning.

Then, basically Tsuna messed up.

A ball was heading straight for him, dropping much too close to the net for Yamamoto to jump in front of him to block like usual and he was in the perfect spot to deflect the ball.

"Tsuna!" Yamamoto called my twin, who jerked up at his name "It's all yours!" He yelled, putting all his faith into the smaller boy, who stared at the ball coming at his face with a bewildered look slapped on his face as I stood to the side, panting slightly from the sudden use of energy in bursts after scrambling around for to block Volleyballs, completely not used to doing strenuous activity so quickly.

I couldn't even knock him out of the way to smack the ball headed for his face, and I could only facepalm as he did a small jump in an attempt to smack the ball, only for the ball to smack him as my fingers BURNED at the conact with my forehead.

The irony, the irony of the situation was not funny.

And my poor fingers where bruising. Not fun.

Quickly, the crowds quieted down after seeing his obvious blunder as the ball hit the floor of our side, our teammates too shocked to do anything about it as I quickly crouched at his side, picking him up as he gritted his teeth in pain, almost half his face covered in a red welt. "…You okay?" I mumbled, wincing slightly as his weight pressed on the bruises forming on my hands from hitting the ball too hard.

He was about to answer when one of our teammates questioned Tsuna with a slightly panicked look on his face "Tsuna! What are you doing?!" He asked, and I narrowed his eyes at him as I helped Tsuna up.

"…Shut up…" I growled, making the guy shrink away from me as I showed some teeth, slight fear in his eyes.

"What a mess." Gokudera growls from the side, his arms not seeming to bother him as he crossed his arms as Tsuna stood up wobbly; a pained looked etched on his face as I quickly retracted my hands to rub them soothingly and glared at the Italian teen, who immediately sensed hostility and glared back.

"Don't mind, don't mind." Yamamoto said soothingly, petting (Slapping) my back again and making me choke on my spit from the shock. The hell he came from?! "Let's keep going!" He said encouragingly, smiling his smile as I groaned inwardly, but mentally getting ready to again.

Tsuna didn't look convinced, getting into place.

The game continued on, with us losing more and more scores as the volleyball always managed to make its way over to Tsuna, who either got hit by it, or completely missed the bloody thing as it bounced around, mocking us with its latex-ness of pain, or flew past Yamamoto's defenses, Gokudera's long-ish arms and my flailing ones.

Once when we managed to score point, Tsuna started with the ball, managed to hit it, only to somehow redirect the bloody thing right into my face with a sickening *Crack*.

Even when I was right behind him.

I think it hit the pole that was used to hold up the nets.

It hurt like hell too.

I would never blame him though. I'll just curse the bloody ball to the seven layers of hell since it decided to ricochet off my face.

Not like the bloody thing actually had a soul, but it didn't hurt to try, right?

….

Maybe I got conked in the head too hard.

"End of First Set!" the teacher announced, and the whistle was blown.

The crowd was eerily silent as I blearily held my aching nose which bled a little, looking at the score board which showed the score as follows.

1-C has 21 points, we had only 3 points.

And it was only the first Set, and judging from the raged appearance of the team, my aching fingers which could barely open the water bottle cap until Yamamoto pried it off my useless fingers and did it for me (While clapping my back and making me choke for the third time that day. I have a sneaking feeling he did not think of me as a girl.), and both us Sawada's inability to play well (But worse on Tsuna's part, obviously and sadly), this match was pretty much one-sided.

Tsuna sighed dejectedly as I slurped down the water hungrily, patting his back to cheer him up until one of the team snapped at Tsuna "Are you really trying, Tsuna?" He said, causing Tsuna to 'eep' and me to look at the others tiredly, facing their wrath. "If you're just playing around then leave! We're playing seriously!" he said angrily, apparently pissed off at Tsuna's uselessness as the other's glared.

I glared back as I continued to drink my water, my pocky stick long been eaten as Tsuna looked sheepishly down, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave a half-hearted excuse "A-actually after that match with Mochida-senpai…I-I kind of twisted my leg." He said sheepishly, a small embarrassed look on his face as he said so.

I narrowed my eyes, before nudging him with my elbow out of reflex to stop morbid thoughts on how useless he was, only to wince as a bruise got pressed in the process and I let out a small hiss of pain, not noticing Tsuna looking at my arms with wide eyes as he gave a concerned yelp "T-tuki! Your arms!" He gasped, taking in the purple bruises that only began to make themselves known on my skin.

I shook my head, retracting my arm out of his sight, allowing my left hand, which was less bruised from lack of use "…I'll look at it…. Later." I mumbled, downing the rest of my water and placing it on the ground beside Tsuna, looking at him blankly as usual as he looked at my arms, biting his lower lip as he noted his own hands, which mark less"…we still, have a few….sets left." I said, trying to gain his attention as I tapped his forehead, but still gaining no reaction other than a small glance at me.

Tsuna seemed to be thinking, a little lost as his eyes looked at my arms again, before he looked towards the others arms, noting their bandages and plasters as if seeing them for the first time, even Yamamoto, who was supposed to be Ace, had various dressings decorating his arms.

He furrowed his eyebrows, before his mocha orbs, now shining with a hidden determination connected with my glassy own, making me widen my eyes a bit at his sudden change in attitude as he said to me "You're right Tsuki. The match isn't over yet." He looked down and clenched his hand, as if understanding something important "I'll play with my dying will from now on, like how the others and you are doing." He said wisely, making my eyes widen further as he looked as me, the determination I saw earlier shining brightly in his eyes, empowering and overwhelming. "I'll just apologize later to the team, but now…" He trailed off, lost in his thoughts for the moment, walking forwards towards the others, head held high as I watched his back in awe, shaking my head a small smile showed.

'Nii-san.' I said, following his confident strides towards the team soundlessly, watching as they looked at him walking so confidently made them seem to quite down from what I believed to be more rebukes to his uselessness, hope shining slightly in their eyes (Except Gokudera, who was scowling as usual) as he took a stand at the front, as if he was leading.

I quietly took the same place Yamamoto shoved me into earlier, not before getting a pat (Slap) on the back by said baseball player as he flashed me a smile and a thumbs-up.

"Hey, you're his sister right?" He asked softly, making me look at him as if he was an idiot for asking; I mean, who doesn't freaking KNOW? As he laughed "Thanks for cheering him up, he seems more confident now!" He said, emitting some cheerful sparkles as he gave me a pat which almost sent me to the ground.

….

Hold up, did a guy just freaking sparkled at me like some bishie dude in an anime?!

I REALLY need to check my brain after this.

Or glasses, maybe glasses are better, more sensible, and less loony.

And at that moment, two gun shots were fired as Tsuna cried out in pain, crumpling to the floor all of a sudden and gaining the attention of Yamamoto as I snapped my head up to the windows, doing a clean sweep and landing on a familiar fedora and a sniper rifle. 'Reborn….' Before quickly looking towards my twin, expecting him to go bat-shit crazy while being bio-luminescent yelling "REBORN!" one again, clad in boxers.

When I noted he was still conscious, I raised an eyebrow. 'So it isn't the Dying Will Bullet?' I thought to myself as Yamamoto looked down at Tsuna with concern just like how he did when he first got his by the Volleyball, him asking if he was alright as Tsuna blinked owlishly, confused as he sat up 'Maybe…Reborn had other kinds of bullets, just waiting to be used?'

A picture of Reborn shooting me with some gender changing bullet or something akin to it flashed through my brain, and I groaned, slumping a little.

The chaos will NEVER be over!

I immediately snapped out of my funk when the teacher blew harshly on the whistle, signifying the start of another set as the ball was thrown up into the air as the kid at the front crouched, signifying that he was about to smash the ball.

"It's coming Tsuna! Block it!" Yamamoto yelled to my twin confidently again, causing some of our teammates to grit their teeth as Tsuna nodded, before doing a small run to gain speed before doing the 'Leap of Faith' in an attempt to block the oncoming ball.

It wasn't really expected when he suddenly…. For lack of better terms….flew?

It was glorious, magnificent, astounding and all that big-word shit

And the ball hit in between his legs, successfully destroying a perfectly beautiful 'I believe I can fly!' moment.

I facepalmed as the crowd around us roared after they got over seeing Tsuna get hit in the most painful place a guy could get hit in, and sighed.

Today was just too much, too much.

And it wasn't even Lunch yet!

Alright… it was Lunch… NOW.

But instead of having Lunch while glaring at my fingers since bruising made them suckey at holding anything without trembling while maybe seeing Tsuna get tortured by a certain hit-man baby; I was staring blankly at said twin while he was trying to tell me something but was too panicked to do so without butchering the language we were supposed to speak fluently in which most likely had something to do with the Mafia since, you know, it was the highlight of our now broken mundane lives and all?

I wish I could sigh, but I already went over the limit of sighing for the day and was too lazy to extend the number, so I went with facepalming instead.

But then, I just noticed my fingers were covered in thick bandages, so it didn't sting my forehead no more. Oh no, it sent painful jolts of 'PAIN OH THE FREAKING PAIN OF IT ALL' through my fingers.

Yes, pain deserved to be capitalized and be cursed and all that shit.

Whatever, never doing that again, or for at least a week.

At least I could still grip on stuff, since I could hold my usual pocky box that is just produced from Bag-kun.

Our team was lucky Tsuna suddenly learned how to fly, because of that, we won.

I am eternally grateful not to add anymore bruises to my arms. Eternally grateful.

Now, where was I?

Oh yeah.

I munched wordlessly as Tsuna spazzed himself in front of me, yelling a garbled version of the Japanese Language causing me to only hear a few words. Namely Mafia, Gokudera, and some other stuff like bacon, but he might have got the pronunciation wrong.

"… calm down, will you?" I said simply, following in my usual creeper stalker-ish pace I usually had after vigorous exercise as he quiet down, blush on his face as I waved a pocky stick at him "… so take a deep breath and shut…"

Was that tobacco I smell?

"Tch." A gruff voice made the tongue clicking sound, causing my eyes to lazily trail over to the source of the sound, showing it to be Gokudera Hayato there, hands in pockets and cancer stick in his mouth in all his delinquent glory as he sneered at us twins, making Tsuna 'Hieee~!' in response and me to sniff, only to get a nose full of tobacco as I coughed a little. "Your wussyness is an eyeful." He sneered at Tsuna, making him 'eep' and me take a step forwards to block him a little.

My lip curled in disgust at the cigarette clenched in between his teeth, as the silver head took a small drag and puffed it out into the air beside him, causing me to cough a little more and putting my free hand up to cup my face.

"It's the transfer student." Tsuna said, a little wary as he tugged my hand, ready to bolt from the intimidating figure "W-We'll be living now!" he said to Gokudera with a small squeak, tugging on my hand as I continued to glare spitefully at the cancer stick in Gokudera's mouth "Come on Tsuki!"

"If a pinprick like you becomes the like you becomes the Vongola's Tenth Gen, the Vongola family is finished." Gokudera continues, making Tsuna stop his movements to stare at Gokudera as I narrowed my eyes.

"Huh?" Tsuna said while my suspicion from earlier was remembered as I slid my hand into Bag-kun, waiting for Gokudera's reaction tensely as I shuffled for my scissors. "How did you know about the Mafia?" he continued, voice wavering slightly.

"I refuse to accept it." Gokudera said with a growl, completely ignoring Tsuna's question as he looked up at Tsuna with a glare more acidic than the others he had given Tsuna earlier, making him squeak as I tensed even more "I'm the one who is to be the Tenth!"

And suddenly, he had a pair of dynamite that appeared like magic in his hands.

"It's a waste of time to evaluate a weakling like you. And a female sheltered by normal life will never become a good boss." He growled menacingly as Tsuna gaped at the sight of live-bombs as I got a firm grip on my scissors, gritting my teeth "You both are a nuisance. Die right here."

He proceeded to light the fuses of the dynamite and toss them at us with a simple flick of his hands "Later."

Tsuna screamed.

I growled.

The bombs fell in front of us in slow motion as I threw Tsuna back, watching as the fuses got shorter with each passing second.

We're screwed.

Shit.

A/N: This was a little shorter than usual. I've got tests coming up, an I need to focus.

BLAH, I wish I could care less, but my mom will keel me. And then I'll be banned. And then I can't update.

Woe is me T-T

Thanks to SketchedLyrics, 93, Tsubaki Hana and sin kx for reviewing the last chapter :D *Crosses fingers for this list to be longer*

So , I'll go study like my life depends on it! *Prepares to shoot self with Dying Will Bullet*

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