Tsuna's adventure's in 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 03: Yamamoto Takeshi; Athletics Class; Sports division; Baseball Category
Baseball was my life. It was the one thing I loved more than anything.
I was constantly being praised as one of the best in the sport.
It made my Dad proud to hear that. It also made me proud.
Dad even said Mom was proud. Just hearing that made me so happy; I wanted to always be the best.
Being the best in baseball ... it was my very own talent, and I wanted...
No, I needed to get better at it. If I didn't, I'm sure I'd disappoint everyone.
I'd disappoint my Dad, and my Mom.
When I got that scholarship in baseball for Namimori; you don't know how excited dad and I were. After the orientation; we went and visited mom's grave and told her of my achievement.
Dad was so happy; and so was I! I was sure going to become the best baseball player ever known!!
...But...
At first; it wasn't noticeable... yet as time went by, it was clear what was happening...
I was losing my touch.
When I realized that; I was so... aggravated.
So aggravated, I kicked down the art room's door by accident... with a kid from the mathematics division. I looked at him in surprise, as he mirrored my movement. Isn't this guy.....?
"Gokudera...Hayato...?" I already knew I was right. This guy; he was the best at all the mathematics; without breaking a sweat he claimed the number one seat every test.
I felt jealousy burn up inside of me as I relayed that information.
I ended up dragging him into the art building with me; with the excuse of becoming 'Exploration buddies!'.
In truth, I just took him with me out of spite; I knew he would hate me for this. But then again, I could care less.
I was very jealous.
I also found it quite surprising when I saw the only art student in the building.
He was so funny with all his ramblings. I had this feeling, we'd definitely get along.
But then, I see him, doing something he was truly passionate about. Doing his best against all odds; I almost saw myself in baseball.
The same feeling in my chest came back as I stared at his small back. I clenched my fist as I saw his brush paint a marvelous picture.
How can he do all of that anyways? Why is he so good? Before, wasn't he just...? Dame Tsuna?
I hate this.
I hate this.
I hate this.
Why can't I be more like him...?
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It was Sunday. There was no school required for the day; and because of that, all of the students tend to spend the day relaxing or catching up on some homework. No one ever goes out into town with friends or anything of the sort. Nobody.
If you even tried, it's possible you'd get lost in the forest...
And you'd be out on your own.
Yup, you... read right; the school holds no responsibility for any student who goes out of school bounds; and let me tell you, each of the many classes have their own plot(s) of land that not only hold their main building, but their (two) dormitories as well. The only thing that connects them would be the small and thin trails that although go straight; are long and dangerous (Making me wonder how everyone can get to places so fast!).
In fact, the Class with the biggest plot of land would be the Athletics divisions (With its many sports that require many fields and gyms). But other than that; the school owns nothing else but these random land plots and the main plot where all the students gather to (In the center). The rest is the great expanse of the dense forest that stretched high over miles and miles away from where we are in all directions.
I must also tell you that the nearest sign of civilization is 200 miles away – and even then, it's only an excavation sight of an old ancient village (That is, if you even manage to find your way out).
I was really psyched when I found out it was going to be Sunday, you know? I had decided that I'd spend the rest of my day inside of my dorm and sleep. It would be nice to just sleep, sleep, and sleep some more.
But no, apparently, Reborn-Sensei had something else in stored for me.
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"A-Are you serious, Reborn!? I have homework!? But it's SUNDAY you Spartan!" I yelled out angrily.
The man in a black fedora and black suit just petted his dearest chameleon. "Think of it as punishment." He replied in his deep; soothing (Cough, Read: UTTERLY EVIL AND DEMONIC) voice.
"For WHAT!?" I cried in outrage. There was no way he can take this only break away from me.
"It's punishment for bringing up a NON art student up into the sacred VONGOLA MANSON," He threw some hardened clay at me. "and also, for forgetting about your homework; just to help him!" I rubbed the sore spot on my head as he complained to me.
"Well, it's not my fault you hate all of the other students..."
"I do NOT hate all the other students! I like the students of the culinary, Drama, Dancing, Music, AND mafia divisions'!" He said curtly and planted his foot into my face. "That's because what they do requires what you're saying: 'an artistic mind'; except for the mafia. You just like them because you're sadistic that way."
The foot in my face pushed in more pressure than I would've liked.
"You're 100 years to earlier to even BEGIN to be sarcastic with me, Dame Tsuna." Reborn said angrily.
"Just for that; I'm adding 2 separate 100 page essays' on the famous artists' Van goh and Picasso."
"WHAT!?" I yelled out. "THAT'S TYRANNY!!"
"Want to make it 5?"
"I'm sorry." I bowed on my hands and knees.
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"Stupid, Spartan idiot with his... tyrannical ways and... Grr..." I typed furiously as I was on my 50th page in "Van Goh's Life". "Ugh... I don't want to do this!!!" I began pulling at my hair as I shook the screen.
Then I heard the clink of metal from outside.
I looked out my window in wonder; my eyes widened. "Ah... that's... Y-Yamamoto-san..." I mumbled. A thought immediately came into my head.
'Yamamoto is praised as one of the best baseball students in Namimori history...MAYBE HE CAN MOTIVATE ME!!'
I immediately got up from my seat and dashed out of my dorm room, not caring if I made any noise.
I lived alone after all.
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"Y-Yamamoto-san!" I waved at him to get his attention, smiling as I did so. The boy stopped batting and stared at me, before forcing out a smile and waving back. I stopped running for a second. Was something wrong?
Yamamoto ran up to me with that same smile still on his face. "What's up, Sawada? You need something?" He asked. "Uh... Y-Yeah... I j-just wanted to know something... that's all..." His smile disappeared for a second before he quickly went back to the forced one.
"Sorry, Sawada," He said trying his hardest to hide his annoyance "I'm, a bit busy so, I can't help you or anything." I saw him grip his bat as I gulped.
"Oh... Okay..." I turned around and began to walk away, only to stop five feet from my previous spot. I turned my head to face him; his questioning expression looking back at me. "Y-Yamamoto-san?" I asked nervously. The boy smiled and tilted his head. "Uh... Umm... Are you... alright?"
I saw Yamamoto's eyes widen and his smile disappear. D-Did I say something bad? "Y-Yama...moto?" he didn't reply and looked at me with a blank gaze; no smile, no frown, no upturn at the corner of his lips, nothing. Just a thin line with his lips pressed tightly together.
The silence continued on awkwardly, and soon enough, I couldn't take it anymore. "I-I'm sorry, Yamamoto-san!" I yelled out and quickly ran (A/N: i.e. Dashed *shot by Taran*) to the art dorms, not turning around to look and see if he would follow or anything. Just straight to the dorms I went.
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"Are you alright?" Those words hit me like a wave. Am I... alright? I began to contemplate this deeply. Why would he... Don't tell me... he actually noticed? I didn't- answer him as I let my expression falter.
Why do I... want to tell him..? Why do I feel like I want him... to know... as I pondered on this, I could see him fidget nervously; rubbing the back of his neck, eyes looking at everything but me, and so on.
Finally, he couldn't take it, and left yelling out an 'I'm sorry' soon after. I could only watch as he left me out in the field to my thoughts. I let my bat slip from my fingers; both left and right aching from the constant, nonstop batting I've been doing for the past few hours.
And what for?
Each time I bat, my skill just keeps getting worse, and worse, and eventually... I'll be kicked out, won't I?
I clenched my fist tightly... and looked at it with hatred.
I.... I can't..... Just leave...
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As I ran to the 6th floor to my dorm, I collided into someone. "Ow... Oh! Um, I'm so sorry! Please excuse me!" I quickly bowed to the man and planned on running into my dorm when a hand grabbed my collar.
"Hey, Kora! What do you think you're doing, Kora?" I looked behind me and gasped.
"C-Collonello-Sensei!" I yelled out in surprise. The blond teacher just smiled sheepishly. "How've you been, Kora? I haven't seen you at all since two weeks ago!" He ruffled my hair like I was a small child. "D-Don't just.... Why are you on the 6th floor anyways?" I asked, still a bit shaken by my encounter with Yamamoto.
Collonello shrugged, "Just, you know... Looking around is all." He took his hand off my head and jammed his it into his pocket. "Anyways, I need to go now. I'll be seeing ya, Kora!" He waved and I waved back. "Bye then. See you later too." I waved after him as he walked off to the elevator at the end of the hall; leaving me all by my lonesome on the 6th floor of the 'Vongola living quarters'.
When the doors' closed, I let out a long awaited sigh, letting my shoulders' droop and my waving hand go down with me. I looked at the floor regretfully and sniffled a bit. I said something to tick off Yamamoto.
I thought about it quietly as I opted to sit on the floor. "Maybe I was being a bit too nosey..." I mumbled aloud.
"Hmm, you may be right, Tsuna!" I froze at the familiar voice behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was; I met him earlier today too. But, I didn't know he was still in the building.
"....Why are you still here... Naito?" I finally turned to face him, seeing his cheery face look at me once more.
He only smiled at me.
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By now, Naito had dragged me back into my dorm and jumped onto my bed, rolling on it and messing it up like it was his own. "Naito... what are you doing here, really! I thought the mafia divisions' have class even on Sunday! Don't tell me you're skipping?" I whined as I sat on my chair in front of the computer.
"Alright, I won't!" He slipped under the covers and hugged my pillow, ready to sleep.
"Naito!" I yelled as the boy with flaming red hair looked up at me. "Hmm?"
"You can't just skip, Sunday classes, especially since you're the top student!" I yelled out, as surprising as that was, it's true. Naito was at the top his class, weather it is through his attitude or his general performance – Naito was unbeatable...
Unless it was at athletics and Academics.
Yeah, definitely Academics.
"Don't you remember the first time you've skipped Sunday classes?" I scolded as the both of us thought about that one Sunday many weeks ago.
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I had opened the door sleepily while rubbing my eye. "What the... Naito?" The boy with spiked up red hair and Hazel eyes smiled sheepishly at me. As usual he was wearing an array of rings and piercing as well as some chains on his belt, used to keep up his thin pants that cut open at his knees.
And just like in our school days, he didn't properly tuck in his uniform or tie his tie. I began to fix both for him, reminding us both of our old school days in elementary school as well as Haru and our mothers'.
"What are you doing here? Don't the mafia divisions' still have Sunday classes?" I asked tiredly, still straightening his clothing. "Yeah," he shrugged with that easy smile still there. "But I'm skipping today! I'm just too heartbroken to continue on anymore!"
He cried out dramatically and jumped onto my bed, taking me down with him. "DAMMIT NAITO!! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!?" I screamed angrily. He just hugged me tighter and continued to cry. "Tsuna-chan! Do you remember my girlfriend Honjo?" He asked me. I shivered at the mention....
"Yes... Naito... I....I do remember....H-Honjo-san..." I still get nightmares'.
"Well, you know what? SHE AND I BROKE UP!!! COMFORT ME, TSUNA-CHAN!!!" Naito wailed. "No way, shut up, why do I have to comfort you anyways? What about Haru? She's good at that sort of thing!" Naito sniffed. "I got kicked out of the girls' dorm." He rubbed his eye as he sat up pitifully.
So you really DID try.... I thought. "BUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER RIGHT NOW!!! I'M SO HEARTBROKEN; YOU HAVE TO LET ME SLEEP OVER!!"
"No way! Last time I did you kept me up all night ranting on how you loved your.... Honjo-san...." I shivered just by mentioning her name. "But... TSUNA-CHA—
Just then, my door was kicked off its hinges. Both of us gasped as a tall man in a black suite and sunglasses nonchalantly stepped in. He looked around in my room until he spotted Naito.
Immediately, he grabbed the poor boy's collar. "NOOOO!!! GO AWAY, BOBO!! I DON'T WANT TO ATTEND CLASS TODAY!!" Naito yelled out pitifully.
...Bobo...? I stared at the muscular guy as he easily lifted Naito up with one arm despite the boy's struggle. "BOBO LET ME GO!!" He wailed, flailing his limbs' effortlessly. "Tsuna-chan, Help me!! Bobo's going to take me back to class!!" He pleaded.
"Have fun then, Naito. Do your best, me and Haru are rooting for you." I lazily pumped up a fist to show him my support. "YOU CRUEL BASTARD!!" Naito exclaimed dramatically. "Keep that up and Haru will definitely give you a spot in our next school play." I replied and snuggled underneath the covers of my blanket.
"NO WAIT, TSUNNNNAAAAA!!!" And then Bobo walked off, handling a whining and screaming Naito with him.
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Naito scoffed at the memory and hugged my pillow. "You were so mean, Tsuna-chan! You even became friends with Bobo!" Naito whined and buried his face into the soft cushion. "Well, can you blame me? You're always running in here when you want to skip, so it's only natural we'd start a conversation and become friends." I said defensively.
It was true too. Naito doesn't learn life lessons' EVER. It doesn't matter, as long as he wants to do it, HE WILL DO IT. He will do it, over, and over, and over again no matter what.
But mom did say he learned his lesson once... But I can't remember that ever happening.... How weird, she even said I had something to do with it. "That's so mean, Tsuna-chan!" Naito yelled, breaking me from my thoughts'.
"B-but it's true! Anyways, you should get ready; Bobo should be coming any minute now." I said. Naito shook his head, "Naw, he ain't coming." I cocked my head to the side, "Why?" I asked. Naito smiled happily. "Because, I don't have school today!"
My eyes widened at this. "What? Why?" I asked surprised. The Mafia division doesn't get breaks I hear.
He chuckled. "Because some idiot accidentally destroyed the only room's we could use." He said and laughed. I looked at him for a few seconds.
"You...YOU DESTROYED THE CLASSROOMS'!?" Naito quickly covered my mouth and looked around suspiciously, "Be quiet, Sawada! Someone might hear you!" I nodded at him and he smiled at me, letting go of my mouth and plopping down on my bed.
"Well, I'm going to bed now! Nighty-night!" He said and began to snore.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, faker. I'm going to do my homework now." I swiveled my chair to turn towards my computer. I began to quickly tap down random information jumbled up in my head, stopping occasionally to look up some info and what not.
Naito had long ago stopped snoring, doing whatever Naito does as I continued to at least try and finish my 100 page essay on Van Goh's life. Then I heard the springs of my bed as Naito moved and some footsteps as he came up behind me.
I stopped my tapping as he stopped walking. We stayed like that, silent and still, for a few moments. "...Is something wrong, Naito?" I asked, hoping for a response. Naito didn't say anything. I turned my chair at him, "Naito--!" I gulped at his serious face. "N-Naito...?" Naito was only rarely serious- and most of the time, it would only be for joke purposes.
We stared at each other for a few minutes when I involuntarily gulped. "...Tsuna..." I looked down. "Y-Yeah?"
"I....I'm here." My eyes widened and I tensed. "No matter what you do... you can... always come to me." I slowly looked up to him, eyes wide and mouth agape. We stared at each other for a few seconds before finally, he smiled. "So stop moping! You can tell me anything, Tsuna. I promise I won't spill the beans!" He held out his fist at me.
I stared at it, not knowing what to do. But then... I felt a smile break onto my lips and soon, I punched his fist with my own lightly. "Thanks, Naito." I said. We began to laugh happily when my door slammed open.
It was Bobo.
"B-Bobo!" We exclaimed together. He looked at Naito for a long while before quickly walking over to him and grabbing his collar. He looked at me and gave a curt nod (Which I returned) before dragging out a complaining Naito.
"I'M ALWAYS HERE, TSUNA!!!!" The energetic boy yelled out before the door slammed close. I just sat there quietly, thinking.
Then it hit me.
"...Thanks, Naito..." I mumbled aloud before heading out the door in search of Yamamoto.
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I don't know why exactly, but it worked.
I had run all the way to the baseball field in hopes of finding Yamamoto, and lucky for me, he was still there.
But he was sitting out on the bench, back hunched and face covered by his folded hands. He looked very much depressed.
I gulped and stopped behind the fenced in baseball field, looking at the hunched form of the once tall boy I knew. I went around the fence and into the field, creeping up to stand in front of him.
He didn't look up; and for some reason, I felt grateful for that. The silence we had was awkward, so I coughed and flattened my shirt. He still looked down.
I cleared my throat at him. "H-Hi..." I began.
Yamamoto finally looked up, staring at me intensely before letting out an uneasy smile. "Hey." He replied. We stared at one another in silence.
It was kind of unbearable.
"How...How do you do it?" I flinched at the sudden voice of Yamamoto. "H-Hah?" I asked dumbly.
"How do you do it?" The baseball player repeated with a firmer tone. "Eh... Uh... Umm.... I...I don't... get it.... I don't understand at all." I replied honestly. He wasn't making sense to me.
"Remember that picture you made the first time we met you?" He asked seriously. I nodded at him. "Y-yeah..."
"It was beautiful." He said. I blushed at the compliment. "T-Thank you..." He didn't take note of it. "It was... the best painting I've ever seen." He continued on and I decided to sit beside him.
"When I saw you that day; looking at that small back of yours, I couldn't help but feel... jealous..." I faltered a bit as he said this. Jealous? Yamamoto, Jealous, and of me? The thought was baffling.
"I mean... I'm... I'm losing...it..." I looked at him curiously. "....'It'?" I repeated questioningly. "My touch in baseball that is." He replied I nodded silently, not knowing what to say back.
"I'm losing it all, even though I've tried so hard to get in... I failed on going through to the end!!" Yamamoto yelled out angrily, I scooted away from him in fear. "They'll kick me out soon; I know it! But, I can't improve! No matter what I do, I'm getting worse and worse! Tell me, Sawada, what should I do? I don't want to disappoint anyone when I come home! My Dad would be so..." He punched the bench in his frustration, making a successful dent.
I gulped and thought about my reply. "Umm... I... I don't know..." I finally said. Yamamoto stared at me wide eyed. I quickly avoided eye contact and coughed. "I mean... I never really experienced your feelings' before so..." I saw Yamamoto's eyes droop from the corner of my eyes and began to panic.
"O-Oh, I see..." He mumbled. I quickly grew frantic, waving my hands and arms in the air in a frenzy. "N-No, You don't see! Not what I'm getting at!" I yelled and he looked at me in surprise. "W-What I'm trying to say is I've never experienced what you're feeling because I'm not... dedicated like you..." Yamamoto looked at me like I was supposed to continue.
"Uhh, that is... I don't see why you're so envious or why you have to make a big deal out of this. I mean, won't your Dad love you even if you went back home now? I don't know your Dad or your Mom, but, if you turned out like this; I'm sure they're great and will accept you no matter what." I blushed when I finished and quickly got up.
"I'm so sorry for rambling on and on like that..." I quickly bowed to him in respect and turned to leave. But then, I felt my wrist grabbed and looked behind me. "Y-Yamamoto-san...?" I asked shakily. He just held unto my wrist and closed his eyes.
"Thanks...Sawada." He said. I blushed once more. "Uh... I-I didn't do anything..." I said and scratched the back of my head with my free hand. "No, you're wrong." He looked up at me, a genuine smile plastered on his face. I began to smile as well. "You did... a lot." He started to cry, and I instantly began to panic.
"Thank you, Sawada. Thank you... so much!"
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When I heard those words, I felt like I was free of something. I then realized, the thought of being hated scared me; so I never took it easy, and always went into overdrive.
I wanted everyone to be impressed, to be happy, and to not be disappointed in me. But now I realize; for those things to happen, I don't need much at all.
Just passion and...
A dying will- colored in blue.
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Later, on that week, Yamamoto had completely cheered up from Sunday! It was as if he was reborn! I couldn't help but smile at that.
On Friday, as I was walking past the baseball field with boxes of art supplies, Yamamoto jogged up to me, all smiles. "Sawada! Let me help you!" He said and grabbed a few boxes before I could protest.
"Oh, thank you." I said and the two of us then walked to the art building in silence. But it was very comfortable.
"Hey, Sawada?" I turned to look at Yamamoto as he broke it. "What is it?" I asked curiously. "Can I call you Tsunayoshi now?" He asked, smiling sheepishly. I blushed "Umm, I'd prefer it if you called me Tsuna..." I said awkwardly. I haven't been called Tsunayoshi in so long.
"Oh okay... Tsuna!" He said and smiled. I smiled back. "Then, can I call you Yamamoto?" I asked. Yamamoto nodded. "Sure, I don't mind." We both laughed like old buddies.
This was nice.
"HEY, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, GETTING SO CLOSE TO THE TENTH!!?" Yamamoto and I turned to stare at a seething Gokudera.
He walked up to us. "Here, Tenth! Let me carry those for you!" He said and took the boxes off of my hands before I could say a word. "T-thanks..." I said. "No problem, tenth!" Gokudera smiled at me warmly.
Yamamoto laughed. "Why do you always call Tsuna tenth, Gokudera?" He asked. Gokudera growled. "None of your beeswax, baseball idiot!" The boy just laughed.
I smiled as Gokudera began holding up a one-sided argument with Yamamoto as if they always knew each other. I'm so glad I met these guys.
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"I completed the inspection, Kora." The blonde man reported, giving out a light solute to the one in front of him.
"Good job, Collonello. I thank you." The man in the chair said, his voice, although old, was warm and kind. Collonello just nodded. "It's no problem, ninth." He said happily.
The ninth smiled warmly at him and sipped his tea. "So, the preparation will carry on then?" He asked looking out the window. "Yes, Kora. We finally got the stubborn Reborn to agree too, Kora!" Collonello responded proudly.
"I see... What's the catch?"
Collonello scoffed. "You never skip a beat do you, Ninth?"
"Of course, you Idiot, he wouldn't be the Ninth if not." The deep voice cut in, making Collonello growl. "Why are you here....Reborn?"
The man in the black fedora and the black suit could only smile. "Ciaossu."
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A/N: I hate how long this is. It's longer than I would've ever liked it to be! Well, I just hope it was enjoyed. Thanks for reading, and please review.
Special thanks to all who reviewed, reviews, and YullenEnthusiast who read this and corrected this.
I almost couldn't read the corrections because I was afraid... but I loved you guys more so... yeah! : D
...The words in these chapter's just keep on increasing...
First Chapter: 2,930
Second Chapter: 3,340
Third Chapter: 5,452
All includes author comments and OMAKE's
OMAKE
"Hey, Tsuna?" Yamamoto began, swallowing his bite of tuna sandwich. Tsuna turned his attention to the baseball lover. "What?" He asked, hoping it wasn't anything bad. "Besides me and Gokudera, do you have any other friends?"
Tsuna blinked and nodded. "Yeah, Two." The young art student raised two fingers to emphasize. His two companions widened their eyes. "S-Seriously; Who?" they asked out in astonishment.
Why is this so surprising.... "Naito Longchamp of the Mafia division and Haru Miura of the Drama division, both are apart of the Extra class." I said nervously.
"Naito and Haru... never heard of them!" Gokudera huffed. "How long have you even known them?" Yamamoto asked eagerly, looking uncharacteristically serious.
The two didn't want to admit it but, they kind of thought of Tsuna as their secret oasis. Something they'd never want to share, not with anybody.
Except for the guy sitting next to them.
"Well, I've known them way longer than you guys I can tell you that." Tsuna replied bluntly. They looked shocked.
"NO! I don't want to share you with others', Tsuna!" Yamamoto wailed playfully as he hugged Tsuna's waist. "W-WHAT!?"
"TENTH, I won't let other people take you away from me!" Gokudera glomped Tsuna from behind and encircled his arms around his neck. "Y-You too, Gokudera-kun!"
"Tenth!"
"Tsuna!"
"YOU'RE BOTH CRAZY!"
OMAKE END
