Tsuna's adventure's in Namimori Middle School

By: Klutzilla01

Disclaimer: Reborn belongs to Akira Amano. Not me. I'm just using the characters, names, and relationships for my own self satisfactory.

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Chapter: 02: Hayato Gokudera; Academics Class; Math Division; All Categories

I grew up in the mafia when I was younger.

I remember as a kid caring about only one person.

And that was the beautiful Onee-san that was my piano teacher.

Kind, smart, elegant, and motherly; the sweet Onee-san was the most precious person in my life.

But suddenly, she stopped coming; it was the day after I told her how I alienated I felt in the family as well as my birthday. Thinking she had become fed up with me; I got depressed.

Then I became seven; and after listening into some maids, I realized something unexpected, hurtful, yet relieving.

The beautiful Onee-san was my mother...

You could imagine how elated I felt...

And how horrible it turned when I heard the rest...

"It's such a shame though, she dying in that accident. Poor girl."

"I know; do you think it could've been suicide?"

"That's what the police thought, but then they found a little present for Gokudera-sama so they ruled it as some sort of accident."

I immediately ran out of that horrible mansion; cursing at anything I could, my father, my mother, my sister, the servants, and everything else having to do with my family.

As I grew up, I was tossed among different families; none of them wanting me because of my background. Finally, I was tossed over to the Vongola; and I became a legend as the 'Smoking bomb Hayato'.

But the ninth was too kind, and sent me to Japan to study. I feel so grateful to him; allowing me to participate in such events...

Then I find out, that he actually wants me to 'watch over' his young grandson.

A boy named Tsunayoshi Sawada.

I quickly accepted the terms, thinking he was just like the ninth. But when I saw him; he was nothing but a weak and scrawny boy, not worth much.

How could I possibly get into protecting him?

When he was nothing but a weakling?

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I guess it's been three weeks now since I met Yamamoto and Gokudera, and every day they'd come to the art room where it all began. Whether it is for lunch or just to talk, they're always there.

But today, when I entered that one art room of many, I only saw Gokudera.

Well this would be awkward then.

I nervously walked up to the tall boy with an uneasy expression. "G-Good afternoon, G-Gokudera-san..." I said shakily stopping a few feet in front of him. He grunted, looking out the window, at least he acknowledged my presence...?

As I had predicted, there was an awkward silence. I coughed and scratched the back of my head while Gokudera took out a cigarette.

My eyes widened at what I was seeing. Before he could even flick on his lighter, I slapped his cigarette out of his hands.

"Don't smoke!" I yelled at him, staring straight into his eyes. After a few seconds, my actions sunk into my system and I quickly backed off.

"U-Uh.... umm... well, I mean, i-it's bad for your health and stuff..." I offered lamely. He just stared at me with wide eyes his mouth closed as everything was silent. I scratched my cheek awkwardly. "I-I..."

"...T-Thanks for...caring....Sawada..." He mumbled and looked in the other direction. "Uhh... Y-Yeah... sure..." The awkwardness continued on as the two of us stayed quietly.

This was when I realized the importance of Yamamoto's presence.

"Umm, I've got this project to finish so... if you plan on staying then you can watch me...work on it..." Oh god that sounded boring... But to my surprise, Gokudera agreed to it, settling over into the corner near the window.

I felt nervous with him there. In fact, I was so nervous that I couldn't really concentrate on molding the clump of clay I had.

As I tried to make the deformed gray bundle of.... stuff (I am SO uncreative with words) into something remotely pretty, we let the silence hang around.

Dear god this was killing me.

I walked up to him; still massaging the clay in my hands; and watch his eyes stare up at me questioningly. We stared at each other for a few long seconds before I just plopped down in front of him. He looked at me weirdly occasionally letting his eyes look this way and that to find the cause for my sudden behavioral change.

I sucked up some air before letting it out. Then I smiled (and it was a pretty awkward and forced kind). "This is awkward, isn't it?" I said bluntly catching the foreigner off guard.

"H-Hah?" Gokudera looked down at my hands which continued to knead the clay. "I'm saying this atmosphere is quite awkward, right?" Gokudera stared at me like I was crazy but nodded, albeit slowly.

"Ahahaha, I'm glad you agree." I told him stopping my kneading temporarily to scratch the back of my head in embarrassment. "Usually, Yamamoto-san is here to break the ice, right?" I said

He only nodded in agreement.

"Y-yeah... well, he's not here right now; and I mean no offence or anything but... I just thought, if Yamamoto-san hadn't forced you, you wouldn't come at all..." I smiled sheepishly, squishing the clay harder and harder in my embarrassment. He looked away and said nothing.

"...But in the end, you did come..." I said quietly. I began to think, contemplating if I should go on or not. "W-What I mean is; I don't have many friends here. I-I'm not good at a lot of things outside of art, and I'm practically a social retard too so... when I met you guys... well at first I felt kind of... afraid..." I didn't want to look up and meet his gaze, so I continued to stare at the quite mushy and well kneaded clay (which I continued to squish harder out of embarrassment).

"But as I got to spend more time with you guys; I felt really happy and excited around you guys. I almost forgot how nice it was to spend time with friends!" I began to emit a small laugh of awkwardness before going quite. "...I'm... I'm really glad... I met the two of you...." I said. Mom always said Honesty was the best policy.

"So... I was wondering... maybe we could... get to know each other...?" It was just an offer, and I stopped kneading my clay to hear his answer. I looked up anxiously, hoping he wouldn't get angry at me.

But instead of an instant lashing, he just stared at me for the longest time; with an unreadable expression in his eyes. Finally, he stood up, looking down at me with contempt.

"I... I can't accept this..." He said quietly. Was this... a rejection (To my offer of friendship)? I stared after him as I saw him run out of the room in a hurry. I stared after him with wide eyes. I looked down at the lump of clay in my hand. I was being stupid again... I squished it in anger and threw it at the wall.

I looked down at my knees. How stupid I was. I must've hurt him accidentally. I began to hit myself repeatedly mumbling the word 'stupid' over and over again. When I finally stopped, I realized something.

'Maybe I should go and apologize to him...'

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It's been an hour since I last saw Gokudera; and within that hour; I had decided to follow Gokudera and tell him I was sorry. I felt guilty and selfish, what was I thinking anyways? I'm so sorry, Gokudera!!!

I ran out of the building after finishing my check on the building. He was no where to be found. I looked around the building's side, as well as behind it, but found nothing.

Sighing in defeat, I was about to give up when I heard a thump and a rustling of leaves. I turned towards the direction my intuition led me, and gasped.

I found him! Gokudera! But... OH CRAP THOSE ARE A LOT OF BULLIES!!! W-What should I do!? I began to fret hysterically, T-Those guys picked on me back in grade school—and even became more intimidating!!! O-Oh man...

Then an idea suddenly popped into my head... and I ran back into the building.

It was a bit dirty but... there was no way I could face them on my own and survive.

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Damn, these shitheads...! All I did was bump into their leader, and BOOM they act like I committed a felon! Shit these turds....

Goddamn, why'd I have to forget my dynamite today of all days! I was already sour because of that damned kid; thinking he could ever understand me! What bull crap! I... I hate that kid...

OW! Dammit! Now they're ganging up on me and pushed me to a tree. Shit. I wish the ninth hadn't asked me to come here and protect the damn brat! I liked Italy way better.

Hunh? Who's that? Wait, that's the kid! What, is he going to help me? Fat chance. He's too much of a wimp to. Look, there he goes wandering off into the building... Wait... he's coming back... and what the hell is he holding...

"HOLY FUCK!!!" I heard one of yell out in utter shock. As it turned out, one of his comrades fell down. I-It was t-the brat... he came back with a chair... and is beating the crap out of everyone!

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After I hit the first guy, (I went back inside to get the chair. I felt really dirty but... whatever) I began to hit others too, making sure it would be a while until they got back up.

When I knew that some of them would never be able to come back up, I headed towards Gokudera, grabbing his wrist and pulling him away and into the safety of the school building.

I stopped to catch my breath, still holding onto his wrist. I looked up at him. "A-Are you okay?" I asked dropping the chair to the floor, as it was getting to heavy for me (Yeah... shut up).

"Y-You saved me..." he mumbled I looked up at him in confusion. "Y-Yeah... I guess so..." I felt kind of pleased and blushed at what he said.

"Why?" Now that caught me off guard. "W-what do you mean why?" I asked, absolutely confused.

"I... I rejected you and insulted you didn't I?" That rejection did hurt... and I was kind of insulted, but that's besides the point. "I, thought ill of you, I clearly showed my hatred for you, I... I was... really showing you... all of my bad traits and yet you still...." He trailed off as I coughed.

"Umm... I guess it's because... I wanted to say... sorry..." I replied. He whipped his head up to me in surprise. "Well, that is to say... I tried to understand you, even though I didn't know the first thing about you, and that must have hurt you so... I'm sorry." I bowed apologetically before straightening up.

He stared at me in astonishment. Was what I said really that strange? He opened his mouth at me to say something; but the locked art room door started to shake with bangs.

I gasped. "Gokudera-kun, follow me!" I said and ran up the stairs. This was bad, the door's were still in the middle of being prepared, so it would only be a matter of time before they knock it down; and if I know these guys well enough from my grade school days, it's obvious they'll search every single room in this building just to find us.

The only choice I had was to go into... that room.

Just thinking about it gives me chills.

"W-Where are we going, Sawada!!" Gokudera asked as he followed me up the flights' of stairs and many floors.

"We're going to some place magical!" was my happy reply.

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A magical place? What the? I blushed a little at his obvious excitement. This guy...

Maybe he wasn't as bad as I thought he was.

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The art building had many floors and even more stairs. It would probably take the bullies a while to get to the top floor, our location. Both Gokudera and I were out of breath as we reached the top.

"D-Don't worry, Gokudera, we're almost there!" I panted and pulled at his wrist to lead him to the end of the hallway.

When we finally reached it, I put my hand on the wall; and like in those sci-fi films; it read my handprint.

: Tsunayoshi Sawada: Came its mechanical Voice: entrance recognized:

The ceiling opened automatically, and a small flight of stairs came down.

"Come on, Gokudera! This is it!" I'm sure I sounded like a small 5 year old forcing his dad to come with him into going into a toy store; but this was our only chance of surviving this ordeal. (Plus it gave me an excuse in coming in)

I stared at Gokudera's wondering eyes as I led him up the white steps. "Trust me!! This place is the best!" I said as we finally came inside.

The stairs closed up behind us, blocking out our only exit, and entrance.

It was pitch black and I felt Gokudera slip his arm away from me. "W-Where are we, Sawada?" He asked in confusion.

I chuckled. "Didn't I say already? We're in a magical place!" I grabbed a hanging chain and pulled.

Immediately, burst of colorful lights flashed on and engulfed the room, showing us the beautiful paintings littering the walls, the lovely sculptures that curved and waved as solid figures of stone and clay, the stain glassed windows showing off wonderful stories, videotapes and DVD's all stacked up to reveal the fluid animation and vivid colorings it holds.

I looked at the beautifully carved oak bookshelf; filled with a different assortment of manga and comics, and small sculptures made of a different array of objects and the like.

I inhaled the wonderful smell of dried paint.

Ahh, Heaven.

I turned my attention towards the boy besides me to see his face. As expected, he was entirely AMAZED. I almost giggled at him.

"W-What is this place...?" Gokudera asked in bewilderment. I couldn't help but feel giddy at that. "We're in the 'Vongola Mansion'." I said. He turned to me in utter surprise. "W-What!? V-Vongola mansion!?" He yelled.

I shushed him. "Be quiet!" he closed his mouth. "It's the attic's nickname." I explained. He nodded; although I could tell he didn't quite get it.

"Well, okay, since you don't get it; I'll explain." I pointed to the wall with the nine portraits. "You see those nine pictures over there?" he nodded. "Thos nine pictures are portraits of the nine most famous and BEST artists that ever came into this school."

"But because people thought calling them the best was just to plain; everyone decided to call them the Vongola in recognition of the great Vongola mafia family." He continued to listen intently. "The reason why this place is called the 'Vongola Mansion' is because all of the things you see here were made by the nine great Vongola's'. It also is like a memoriam to the past students here." I looked at the wall lovingly.

"Some day..." I mumbled. "I hope to make it on there..." I heard muffled cries next to me. I quickly turned to the guy beside me. "A-Are you okay; Gokudera!?" He wiped away his tears. "You have such a beautiful dream, Sawada!" He cried. W-wait, he heard me!?

"Not only did you save me, but you trusted me enough to lead me here! I feel so... honored and happy... I'LL GUARD YOU WITH MY LIFE!!" The silver haired boy declared.

"...Huh?"

"Tenth, I'll follow you forever and protect you! Just leave it to me, you won't be disappointed!!" He yelled out and grabbed my hands.

"T-Tenth? What are you talking about!?" I yelled out. "I'm in total support of your dreams, Tenth! You WILL become the Tenth Vongola no matter what! I believe in you!" So does this mean...

"Does this mean we're... friends?" I asked. "Of course! You can call me whatever you like, Tenth!" He yelled, pointing to himself proudly.

I blushed. "O-okay... Gokudera...Kun..." I blushed ten times harder, hoping he would not be offended. "Yes, Tenth?" He asked, entirely fine with the added honorific. I smiled brightly. "Thank you, Gokudera-kun!"

The boy turned red, but smiled back. "No problem... Tsuna..."

And for the rest of the night, that's where we stayed.

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"...Did you two grow closer?" Yamamoto asked us as he sipped his drink.

"Of course we did, stupid baseball freak! Me and the tenth are now closer than ever!" Gokudera-kun hugged me making me blush. "So don't go get any ideas!" He hissed.

Yamamoto looked at us and then laughed, causing us both to flinch. "I never knew you were so funny, Gokudera!" He laughed.

"Baseball idiot..." I heard him mumble. I couldn't help but smile.

"What's up, Tsuna?" Yamamoto asked. "No, nothing really!" I quickly replied, eating my lunch.

'I'm just so happy I met you guys!

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A/N: HOLY CRAP I ACTUALLY WROTE THIS! ...I wish it were better but... I REALLY WANTED TO GET SO MANY THINGS OUT OF THE WAY HERE!!! PLEASE DON'T FLAME ME!!!! ;_; But constructive criticism is accepted.  I'll probably cry though cuz I'm just that much of a sensitive wimp. ... But don't let that stop you.... please, really...

Please review when I actually put this up.

OMAKE

Somewhere far away, the sky began to dream; and as he dreamt, the storm began to talk to the rain.

"You better stay the hell away from my sky!" He growled out angrily. The rain only smiled at him and laughed. "What was that? Your sky? That's my sky too you know!" he said.

"Shut up, you stupid rain idiot! I know you're up to something; and let me tell you, I swear if it hurts the sky, I will kill you!" The storm hissed angrily, picking up the wind.

The rain laughed but gave off a dangerous smile. "Hmm, I wonder if you can. Besides, I'm only curious." The rain came down harder as if trying to wash something away.

The storm eyed him warily. "I can tell you're only using him, right? You bastard, I'll kill you one day."

"You were using me too, weren't you?" Caught off guard by The Rain's remark; The Storm could not think of a way to tell him otherwise.

"See, I'm right, aren't I? So don't go on and berate me on using others." The Rain casually sipped some water vapor from a nearby lake. "..." The Storm could only glare at him, the wind surrounding the land picking up and making a tornado.

Suddenly; a booming voice from... absolutely nowhere woke the sky up and stopped the Storm and the rain from killing the world. "SAWADA TSUNAYOSHI; PLEASE REPORT TO THE MAIN HALL OF THE ART BUILDING TO RECEIVE YOUR PUNISHMENT. THAT IS ALL."

Yamamoto and Gokudera turned their attention to Tsuna, who in turn, was utterly terrified, shaking and petrified at just the thought of the consequences.

How did Reborn know...!?

OMAKE END