Hungry for Tsuna

A Katekyo Hitman Reborn Fanfiction

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn is a creation of Akira Amano. I just wish I came up with the idea.

Author's Note: Do all fan girls think the same way? From your reviews, it seems so. How did you know, I was going place Tsuna in a dress?! Now I have to switch it up. Perhaps, next time. My job is to keep you guessing and obviously, I didn't do my job last chapter. This chapter is so long, I never wrote such a long chapter in my life. It took me forever to finish. In the middle of writing it, I would always think, I'm not done yet!! This will not happen again. Hopefully you enjoy it. I would also like to think Mithras151 for checking this chapter for me, so it should be more readable.So that you don't get confused, Otachan is Byakuran's nickname for Spanner and Same-chan is his nickname for Squalo. Kuro-chan is his nickname for Mukuro. The explanation of the nicknames is at the end of the chapter. I'm trying to be a little more unique with Byakuran's nicknames…since the original naming process is getting kind of worn-out and it doesn't work all the time. Besides that, without further delay, chapter six of Hungry for Tsuna: Tsuna the Mascot.

Tsuna the Mascot summary: Tsuna is saved by…himself?! Spanner is a seamstress?! Someone gets groped?! No surprises on which person this is.

Chapter Six: Tsuna the Mascot

Once again, Tsuna found himself helpless against yet another male at this school. The sad truth was he had just been mauled by Hibari the other day. It hadn't even been a full twenty-four hours since he was molested last. He had the worst fortune in the world; he swore this because it never failed him how ill-fated he was. He kind of hated himself for finding himself in these type of situations more than once. The brunette could only watch as the other kissed and groped him. The feeling of the other's lips against his was warm, but it was a lot different than Hibari's. Mukuro's kiss sent shivers throughout his whole body. Although the other's lips were warm, it was like a cold wind was whirling inside his body. It wasn't a terrible feeling, and in a dark part of his heart he enjoyed the sensation more than he thought he should.

The young boy panicked as the other suddenly pushed his tongue against his lips, beckoning his mouth open. He found himself falter under the other's touch and strength, allowing Mukuro entrance. He endured as the other's tongue began to explore the darkness within his mouth. He cringed as he felt the other's tongue brush against his own. He didn't know what to make of this feeling; it was driving him out of his mind and sending his body out of sorts. He was even making those weird sounds again. Sounds that came from deep from within his throat, it sounded animalistic and lustful. He didn't like how his body was betraying him. He wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, he we supposed to be finding a solution out of this predicament. However, any thoughts of defiance were totally erased as the other's tongue caressed his own. His mind went totally blank as he felt the warmth caress his tongue. It was an unusual sensation, but still pleasurable. Tsuna sighed as he was finally released from his bittersweet torture.

"Stop…please." Tsuna pleaded once more but hid protestations were ignored and replaced by mewls as the taller boy pressed lips against Tsuna's neck. A flush of red went up to Tsuna's face as the feather light touches trailed down his neck. Mukuro's warm breath against his skin was making him feel a little weak. It also didn't help that the other's hair brushed against his skin. All those sensations at once were drowning him and it became harder to concentrate. Before long he could feel the other's teeth graze his skin lightly. There was slight discomfort as the other nipped at his neck but his attention was drawn away by Mukuro's roaming hands.

Mukuro continued his exploration of Tsuna's delicate body. It made him more audacious as the other squirmed even more under the foreign touch; he could tell that no one else had touched him this way before. Considering this, he was more encouraged to seize this body. He wanted to be the first and last to touch him so intimately. His gloved hand then smoothed over Tsuna's stomach. Tsuna's eyes widen as Mukuro touched the area where Hibari had hit him the other day. His wound wasn't aggravated unless it was touched. And even though the cool gloved hand felt good against his bruise, it still seared with pain. Tsuna closed his eyes shut, wincing from the pain. All day he had tried to be careful with it, but all of his conscientiousness went out the window as Mukuro decided to grope him mercilessly.

Tsuna breathed in deeply, trying to ignore it but the throbbing pain countermanded any of his other senses and his train of thought. As the pain died down, he realized he no longer felt the gloved hands that once roamed all over his body. Nor did he feel the flowers around his wrists. He opened his tawny eyes to find that he was standing in the middle of the hallway. The hall was no longer covered in a screen of mist…it was normal. His hands and feet were no longer restrained by the lotus flowers and vines. Mukuro was no longer in front of him either. His eyes looked around the hall for his assailant. Then he found him, leaning on the wall not far from him. Watching as the other slowly looked up at him, Tsuna grew nervous. In spite of thinking he should seize this minuscule opportunity and run away, never looking back, he was curious as to Mukuro's reasons for trying to molest him.

"I'm impressed. You were able to see through my illusion but he helped you." Mukuro said, pushing off the wall and walking over to Tsuna. He was both angry and awed.

"An illusion?" Tsuna repeated. He was stunned; he had thought that everything that occurred was real. It felt real, anyway. "You can create illusions?"

"Yes. Among other things." He confirmed with a smirk. "You seem to like the things I could do to your body."

The protagonist couldn't help but blush. He had to admit that the other was skilled in his ministrations. Tsuna watched as the dark haired boy came closer to him. Tsuna began to walk himself into the wall, which only trapped him even more. He bumped into the wall and knew there was no where else he could maneuver. He watched as Mukuro placed a hand on the wall beside his face and he used his other gloved hand to cup his chin. "What was the point of placing me under an illusion?" Tsuna dared to ask, looking up at the other's face.

"Kufufu. Hibari hates illusions more than anything, and he hates them because of me. If his prince was also taken away by an illusion, how do you think he would feel? He'd be angry wouldn't he?" Mukuro said dropping his hand from the other's face and then picking up the hem of the other's shirt.

Tsuna frowned, seeing how wicked Mukuro was being. It was obvious that there was kind of grudge between his molester and Hibari. He wondered what the other did to the prefect to start such a vendetta. Before he could ask the other, he made a small yap as the dark haired boy abruptly lifted up his shirt. "What are you doing?!" He yelled but then was stopped as the other fingered the purple bruise on his torso. The pain of having it touch flared up once more and agony was shown clearly on his face.

Mukuro smirked, he kind of enjoyed seeing the other writhing in pain but he stopped his torment. He placed down the other's shirt and his heterochromatic gaze returned to his target's tawny ones. "The liar picked here to hit you. Didn't you think it was weird that he'd pick such a tender spot? If he hit you any harder he could have broken your ribs."

I think that's what he was trying to do. Tsuna thought to himself. He was convinced that out of anger, Hibari hit him at random. He wasn't paying attention to where he hit him; his main goal was to silence him. "Hibari-san was angry. This is only a coincidence."

"There are no coincidences. Things happen only because they are meant to." Mukuro said seriously. Tsuna paused as he thought he saw something pass through the other eyes. He assumed that it was hatred. He wondered what kind of life Mukuro endured to gain such a look with in his eyes. He then watched as a gloved hand cupped his cheek. His assailant continued. "…he must have known I would touch you here. Oh well…at least I had a little fun with you."

As he noticed that the other was leaning toward him for another kiss. He thought quickly, breaking free from the other grip and trying his best sprint to down the hallway. However, his efforts were in vain as Mukuro grabbed on to the other's hand, hindering him from moving any further. He then yanked Tsuna's arm towards him, making the other fly back into his arms. He took the other by the waist, making his vulnerable prey look at him. "It's useless…" He told Tsuna. He felt his molester press his lips against his and feeling like he was at square one once again. Helpless and drunk over what made the other's kisses so numbing, he was unable to stop Mukuro's possession over his lips. Soon after, he was released and he was able to breathe again. His eyes watched as the dark figure of Mukuro began heading to the end of the hallway.

"I promise you, you wouldn't be able to escape next time." He told the other as he walked down the hallway with his hands in his pockets. Tsuna watched the figure; thinking that if he didn't, Mukuro would sneak up behind him and molest him. Once he saw the other turn the corner, he took in a deep breath. He leaned against the wall trying to comprehend what just transpired.

Tsuna sighed, wondering if Hibari really choose that place to hit him, knowing that Mukuro was come to harass him. He wondered why Mukuro was so driven on using him to get back at Hibari. Last time, he checked he wasn't remotely anything more than a nuisance to the prefect. Nevertheless, he found himself slowly wavering from this idea. It was hard to ignore some of points that Mukuro had brought up. The other seemed to have known Hibari pretty well. And it would explain why he wasn't beaten up as badly as Gokudera. Tsuna sighed not getting any of it.


For the past two nights Tsuna had been unable to sleep. After the Mukuro Incident, he was too terrified to shut his eyes, thinking that the heterochromatic-eyed boy would come and attack him. The sad thing about it was he didn't dream of the other killing him or anything normal within a nightmare. He dreamed that the other kissed and touched him, the same way he had done so in the illusion. That was the part that scared Tsuna the most. He was dreaming of the other's violation of his body?! This school was starting to corrupt his mind and now his dreams. He didn't think he could survive the first term like this. His grades were already slipping and they fell even farther because of his insomnia.

In class he couldn't stay attentive. The lessons never interested him, mostly because he never understood any of it. He found himself daydreaming more than ever. And the people he would think about all bothered him immensely! No, he didn't daydream what normal boys his age dream about. Girls, cars, video games, sex and manga really didn't plague his thoughts as much as he thought they should. His thoughts would go out to the boys he had interacted with in the school. He would wonder about Hibari. He would worry for Gokudera. He was cheering for Yamamoto. He would try to understand Byakuran. He would also admire Shouichi. And he was cowering in fear for the next meeting with Mukuro. He realized that he had a pattern of daydreaming about guys but it was so hard not to. He had no choice, since all of them played a major role in his life at Namimori.

It took Tsuna awhile to realize that the school bell had rung and he followed the rest of his classmates, who gathered their belongings and left. Yamamoto hadn't come to class, since the try-outs were today. So he wanted to make sure that his skills were superb. He was kind of hoping that other would change his mind. It always felt reassuring when you know someone else isn't exceptionally well either. Then again, Yamamoto always had baseball on his brain…so it was kind of understandable why he slacked in his academics, but Tsuna didn't have much to worry. Besides, the slight worry of Mukuro's return. So he didn't have an excuse to why he was doing so poorly. He just settled with the fact that he was dumb. Tsuna headed back to the Sky dorm to drop off his bag. He wanted to get to the student council office before the baseball team try-outs started.

"Tenth!" Tsuna heard his bizarre nickname and immediately knew who it was. His eyes fell on a silver haired boy dressed in causal clothing coming up to him. He smiled as the other came toward him, happy to see he was energetic.

"Gokudera-san…you left the infirmary?" He asked the obvious.

"Yeah." He said scratching the back off his head and looking bashful.

"I'm glad." Tsuna started. He was truly concerned about his terrorist friend. He had been in the infirmary for a long time. Tsuna really missed the other's company. It was refreshing to see Gokudera in front of him. "I was worried about you."

"Well, I'm fine now, Tenth." He assured the smaller boy. "What have you been up to?"

"Nothing much. Except that somehow I've been picked to be Namimori's mascot." Tsuna shrugged, as if the news wasn't that important.

"You're going to be Namimori's Mascot? That's great, Tenth. You'll be the best mascot in Mascot history!!" Gokudera said excitedly.

I don't want that kind of title. He thought, watching as his friend became more excited over his nomination than he was. But that was Gokudera for you. Tsuna sighed. "Maybe. If the students like how I perform today."

Gokudera smiled. "I'm sure, the Tenth will do fine."

Tsuna blushed by Gokudera's consistent compliments. He was starting to feel that maybe he wouldn't be such a bad mascot after all. "You really think so?" He asked him.

"I know so because I believe in you, Tenth." Gokudera said seriously again.

These words again, but I do feel more encouraged. Gokudera-san is really trying his best to convince me that I wouldn't make a totally idiot of myself. I hope I don't disappoint him. He considered this inside his head. His terrorist friend wasn't that bad. He smiled brilliantly once more. "Gokudera-san, that means a lot to me. I have to go to the baseball try-outs today. Will you come to support Yamamoto and me?"

"I'll come to support the tenth." Gokudera told him, he would never support that stupid baseball freak, his rival. He would only support the Tenth, who was his sunshine. He then added. "And I'll also be your bodyguard."

Tsuna waved his hands about nervously, as if using some kind of secret sign language to persuade the other otherwise. He didn't want Gokudera to go out of his way for him. "I don't think I need all of that. Plus, I wouldn't want you to put yourself in danger. You just got out of the infirmary."

"I told you that I am willing to risk my life for you. And as a friend, this something I should do." Gokudera felt like he was kind of insulted, even though Tsuna was only thinking about him. He needed to redeem himself for the Hibari incident, he was unable to protect Tsuna that time and he just wanted to make sure that he was there whenever Tsuna may need him.

"Gokudera-san…" Tsuna's smile wavered slightly as he saw that he hurt Gokudera's feelings. He told himself that maybe the other would be happy if he just allowed him to do what he pleased. He then embraced the silver-haired boy by wrapping his arms around his waist and hugging him close. He then gave the other his approval, since he wouldn't be able to persuade him. "Thank you very much."

Gokudera blushed furiously as Tsuna hugged him. "Tenth! What are you doing?"

"Isn't this the hug of friendship?" Tsuna looked up at Gokudera confused. The other told him awhile ago, that he did the "hug of friendship" to most of his friends.

Gokudera panicked looking down at Tsuna's suspicious face. He then nervously agreed. "Right…" He said making himself look even more suspicious and any normal person could see that he was caught in his own lie. "I just haven't done it in a while. I haven't been able to make many friends."

"That's right. Gokudera's been in the infirmary, right? That has to be it." Tsuna said totally convinced by the other's explanation. He then let go of him. "Anyway, I have to be going now. I'll see you later, Gokudera-san."

Gokudera watched as the smaller boy pulled away and headed toward the Sky dorm. He then called after the other. "Good luck, Tenth!"


Byakuran looked at the four members of the student council that actually showed up to today's meeting. As always, Hibari never showed up because he didn't like crowds. His treasurer was missing as well. He sighed as he was left with Xanxus and his loud sidekick, Squalo Superbi. Squalo was about his height with long white hair and piercing blue eyes. His most distinguishing was his very loud voice. He heard that the loudmouth psycho had cut of his own left hand to become a better swordsman. His left hand was replaced a prosthetic hand, that had all of the functions of the missing limb and more.

His eyes dispassionately looked to Shouichi, who was setting up everything for the meeting. He just wanted this go as fast as possible. He needed to know what happened next in that new doujinshi he was reading. The suspense was killing him to the point he was becoming antsy. His attention came back to the matter at hand and accepted the piece of paper that Shouichi gave to him. He looked at it plainly. He decided this was a good time as any to get started.

He began, "Alright, boys and…more boys. It's time for the Namimori Student Council to commence. Now let's begin with the roll call." He said as he looked down at a sheet of paper that had the names of all the members of the student council. There were six names on the sheet and there were small boxes beside each name. "When I say your name, please answer with phrase of the day. The phrase of the day is: I'm ready. If you do not answer with the phrase of the day, you will be marked absent and a frowny face will be place on the sheet next to your name. Understand?"

Xanxus crossed his arms over his chest and looked disgruntled. The president was always doing stupid things like this. "How about you act your age and not your shoe size, dumbass?"

"Well according to my Japanese shoe size…I'm twenty five. Byakuran gets 100 points; Xan-chan is still at zero!" Byakuran laughed and then dodged as the Vice president lunged at him. "Calm down, Xan-chan, I'm only joking. I'll start. King Byakuran, are you present? Yes, I'm ready! Xan-chan, are you present?"

"Yes, I'm ready…" He muttered under his breath.

Byakuran grinned, he loved screwing with this guy and he always made it so easy. "Huh? I can't hear you. Xan-chan, are you present?"

"I'm ready, damn it!" Xanxus yelled.

Satisfied, Byakuran turned to Shouichi. "Shou-chan, are you present?"

"Yes, I'm ready, Byakuran-sama." The red haired secretary responded.

The blue eyes of Byakuran scanned the room once more to see if any members had mysteriously appeared but to his chagrin, they had not. He called their names on the list anyway. "Otachan, are you present? No…you are not. Kyou-chan, are you present? No, you are not. Same-chan, are you present?"

"VOOOOI, I'M READY!" He watched as Xanxus' loud subordinate roared with excitement. The other was then silenced by a book that was flung at his head. The book hit its mark with great accuracy.

"You're too fucking noisy. Shut up!" Xanxus yelled angrily being the one who had thrown the book.

Byakuran returned to the attendance sheet in front of him. He playfully placed two frowns beside Hibari and Spanner's names. "Kyou-chan is absent because of obvious reasons. He doesn't like us. Otachan is absent because he's currently working on a project. This information has been documented and the missing members will be informed about the proceedings of this meeting at a later date. Go ahead, Shou-chan…"

"The first matter of business is the library. Due to the damage that was caused to the building, it's estimated that it will be closed for eight weeks. The principal wants us to find a place for a temporary library." Shouichi read off of his own report.

"Where can we find a big enough place for a library?" Byakuran thought out loud.

"How about the Sky Dorm? Isn't there a very large room on the seventh floor?" Xanxus asked.

"That room, eh?" Byakuran thought about it. There was a very large room on the seventh floor. It used to be a recreational area but after the incident a year ago, no one had used it. "Xan-chan…you're brilliant. Shou-chan tell the principal that we will be using that room."

"Right…" Shouichi replied as he wrote notes down and then he shifted to a different set of papers. He then continued. "The second matter of business is the return of Rokudo Mukuro. Although, his expulsion was lifted by the principal, he still advised us to keep an eye on him. Are all of you familiar with the incident that happened a year ago?" Shouichi pushed up his glasses as his eyes scan the room of some sort of recognition of the topic.

Recovering from the book being thrown at his head, Squalo spoke up…quietly. "Isn't that when that pineapple-head tried to take over the school? Wasn't he trying to possess the Principal?"

Byakuran played with his writing utensil nonchalantly, swirling it around his fingertips. Then he spoke up. "Something like that…Kuro-chan sure was a scary person back then." As a smile formed on his lips, as he reminisced about something in the past and he then revealed to the table his findings. "Remember, Shou-chan, when Kuro-chan called himself a witch in freshman year? That Kuro-chan sure was funny."

"A witch?" Xanxus said, kind of surprised by Mukuro's old moniker.

"Well, Kuro-chan was born to very religious parents. They didn't take kindly to their son obtaining a red eye overnight. So they deemed him a witch, thinking that their child had been possessed by the devil. He was abandoned soon after attempts by pious figures failed to expel the 'demon' from him. Kuro-chan was so filled with self-loathing that he gave himself that name. He even used that as an excuse for the reason why he caused so much trouble at the school. However, Kuro-chan slowly began to change. He actually started to like his time here but it seemed to be short-lived since he tried to take over the school not long after. Some people say that he snapped but everyone is still puzzled as to why he attempted to do such a thing." The president said as he began to draw pictures on to his attendance sheet.

"Should we let Hibari-senpai know?" Shouichi asked, knowing of the old dispute between the prefect and the delinquent.

"Knowing Kuro-chan, he probably already made contact." Byakuran grinned, making a cloud and a pineapple battle on his sheet of paper. The cloud was equipped with tonfas while the pineapple had a trident. He continued to illustrate the scene.

Then Xanxus grumbled angrily. "What was the principal thinking bringing that asshole back?"

Shouichi frowned as he watches his president draw on the attendance sheet. Then he looked to Xanxus, giving his opinion. "I think the Principal is testing our ability as a student council and the ability of the students. Or maybe he's giving Rokudo-san another chance to redeem himself. The only person who really knows what happened back then is the principal."

Byakuran's pencil stopped and he looked up at the members of the student council and gave them his famous all-knowing smile. "Or maybe the principal wants some fun. I'm not really sure what happened last year but perhaps, the truth will convey itself. We just have to keep an eye on him, that shouldn't be a problem. The student council has eyes and ears everywhere." He then went back to working on his art. "Alright…moving on."

Shouichi obeyed his president, who put an end to the topic. He went on to the next topic and smiled secretly to himself knowing that it would make Byakuran happy to hear it. "The third matter of business is Sawada Tsunayoshi as our mascot. Byakuran-sama chooses Sawada-san because he thought he was the best person to represent the school. He will debut as Namimori's mascot during today's baseball team try-outs."

"I'm so excited about it! I have goose bumps!" Byakuran squealed at his secretary's announcement.

"Who's this Sawada Tsunayoshi?" Xanxus asked, curiously. Not recognizing the name at all.

Shouichi pushed up his glasses and looked up at his vice president. Everyone knew who Tsuna was by now. He was surprised that he hadn't met him yet. "You haven't met Sawada-san, yet?"

The white haired president sighed. "Shou-chan, that's actually my fault. I've been devious when it comes to Tsu-chan and Xan-chan meeting. Xan-chan will surely ruin my Tsu-chan's innocence. So I purposely angered him the other day, when you were bringing Tsu-chan to the office. However, I wouldn't be able to stop the inevitable for long."

"So that's why you made Xanxus-senpai angry that time." Shouichi sighed. Wondering why his president couldn't he have done so in a more civilized way.

"THAT SHITTY BRAT THAT EVERYONE IS WORSHIPPING?! GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!!" The long haired student council representative roared.

"You know about him too? And didn't I tell you to shut up!" He then looks to Byakuran. Surprised that the President had been hiding this person from him, he then figured that this Tsuna person was very important to his president. He then grinned. "Well, if he's so precious to you. I'll be sure to destroy him."

"Hurt, Tsu-chan? I guarantee that you will be unable to. How could anyone hurt someone so cute?" Byakuran said shocked.

He was even more convinced that he should hurt this piece of trash that the president adored. It wouldn't even the score of how much he hated the president but it was a start. He gave him a smug smile. "Easy. I'll show you."

"We'll see." He whispered as he began drawing a tuna fish beating up a fire-breathing dragon with an 'X' on his tummy.

Before any fights began Shouichi decided to go on. "The fourth matter of business is we have to start fundraising for 40th Annual Namimori Cultural Festival coming up this fall. The principal wishes that we gather an estimate of forty-five thousand dollars by August."

"Do you want me to write the check?" Byakuran smiled.

The red haired secretary shook his head. "The Principal thought you would suggest that. Rather he wants us to earn the money through the students. Therefore, we have to create events to gain the money. He will not allow the whole amount to be paid off entirely. He did say that we are free to donate a few thousand but the combined amount can not exceed ten thousand dollars."

Byakuran looked at Shouichi unbothered by what the other said. "So we have to earn thirty-five thousand dollars by August? It should be fine, since we have Tsu-chan. We can pimp him out."

"Byakuran-sama…" Shouichi said in a warning tone.

Xanxus raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so confident in that brat?"

"Because Tsu-chan is my hope." He smiled dreamily and then before anyone could pursue the topic any further, he inquired. "Well, I guess our meeting is over. Is there anything that someone will like to bring up?"

"HOW COME OUR PRINCIPAL IS SUCH A DOUCHEBAG?!" The student council representative spoke up once more and then cowered at the glare he received from Xanxus.

Byakuran laughed, the principal did give them a lot of responsibility. He was starting to wonder if he was really the worse one at leadership. "He just wants to make sure we do our jobs. The student council is important to Namimori because we are the vehicle that influences the student body's happiness. If we don't make the students happy…then the students wouldn't attend and there would be no Namimori. We are the representatives of the students and we have to be very careful in the decisions we make for them. No matter how small or big…it has to the best decision."

"Nicely said Byakuran-sama." Shouichi smiled, when his president was inspired enough he could say such incredible things.

"Thank you! I do try to act intelligent sometimes." He said smiling at his secretary's praise. He then looked at his watch and from what he read; it was time to wrap things up. "Well, the party is over, Gentleman. You don't have to go home but you have to get the hell up out of here."

Squalo's blade came out of no where and he began waving it around as he declared, "WHAT WAS THAT?! I'LL SHRED YOU UP!!THIS IS OUR OFFICE TOO!"

"Try it…" Byakuran declared smiling cruelly at Squalo; he was beginning to be irked by the other's loudness. "I wouldn't mind embarrassing you. It'll be fun."

"Everyone please calm down." Shouichi stood up from his seat. The end of meetings was always like this. Everyone's dislike for each other would come up and explode into fighting. Everyone was cooperative during the meeting but once was done…all hell broke loose. "What if someone sees you arguing? This is not the presentable image of a student council."

Suddenly, the door to the Student council's office opened and Tsuna nervously poked his head through the small crack he made in the doorway. He had heard the shouting and yelling from the lounge and had hesitated entering. He was kind of nervous in interrupting whatever was going on. It wasn't until he heard Shouichi calm everyone down, did he think it was a perfect time to walk in.

"Pardon the intrusion." Tsuna said loud enough to be heard but not loud enough to be considered shouting.

Byakuran looked to the door and smiled when he saw Tsuna. He quickly went over to the freshmen as the other stepped into the office. "Tsu-chan! You came! How come you didn't come by yesterday and the day before that one? I told you to come everyday."

I thought you were kidding! "Sorry…" He told his president. The smaller boy then felt a dangerous aura in the room. His eyes looked to Xanxus and Squalo, who was looking at him rather curiously. The brunette grew nervous from their intense gazes. Why are they staring at me?! I'm scared! He stated in his head.

Xanxus pointed at the cowering boy that stood next to Byakuran. "Is he the mascot?"

Byakuran smirked and then attempted to protect Tsuna by shielding the other with his body. "Hey! Don't look at Tsu-chan with your unclean eyes…"

"Byakuran-san." Tsuna said as the other stood in front of him. He felt like he was a child being protected by some adult or older person. He moved slightly from behind the other watching as the president talked with his council members.

Xanxus laughed and then he grinned at Byakuran. "I'll surely destroy him."

"Destroy?!" Tsuna squeaked getting scared of the Xanxus's statement.

Squalo agreed with his vice president. The small boy seemed easy to break. "I TOLD YOU HE WAS A SHITTY BRAT! LOOK AT THAT PERTIFIED EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE. PATHETIC!!"

"You're just jealous…" Byakuran countered. "Unlike you, Tsu-chan has charm. You're just annoying to be around."

Squalo was about to shout more slander but he was stopped by Xanxus, who slammed his head into the table. "Be quiet…I'm trying to speak. Damn scum." His red eyes watched as Squalo nursed his face. After years of abuse, he could handle it. Finally, the long haired swordsman was silent. Xanxus turned his attention to Byakuran and Tsuna. "I will admit that he is cute but that's even more the reason why I want to destroy him."

"Oh yeah, big bad Xan-chan? Xan-chan really wants to be the fairest of them all, doesn't he?" Byakuran smiled at the dark-haired male's confession. The vice president thought that Tsuna was cute and that's how it always began. The seed of Xanxus' destruction was well on its way. He then continued. "I'm confident that you wouldn't be able to. You barely heard, Tsu-chan speak and wait till you see him perform as mascot. You will support the baseball try-outs today, right?"

Xanxus doesn't say anything instead he grabs on to Squalo's hair pulling him up on his feet. "Let's go." He commanded. Taking his leave and the long haired Squalo followed after him quietly.

Tsuna let out a sigh that he didn't know he was holding as he saw the two men leave. "That was Xanxus, wasn't it? He's scary."

Byakuran sighed, looking at the closed door for a while before he turned to Tsuna. "Xan-chan sure is terrifying. I heard that when he smiles…a puppy dies."

"Is that even possible?!" Tsuna said what he was thinking out loud.

"Be careful, Tsu-chan. I would hate if he did naughty things to you. If you're not careful he might rape you. Anyway, on to more important things…" Byakuran began seriously and then slipped into blasé mode.

"This is important!" The younger boy was baffled by how easily the other considered what he had just said as unimportant. He grew even more wary of the red-eyed vice president. However, worry for himself transformed into concern for Squalo. "Why was he being so mean to his friend?"

"Xanxus and Squalo." The white haired president said slowly as if he was reflecting on something and then he continued. "I wouldn't call their relationship status 'friends'. With those two it's hard to tell what they are. However, Same-chan is very loyal to Xan-chan. Same-chan will do anything for him, no matter how much the other abuses him."

"That sounds so terrible." Tsuna remarked, feeling sorry for the white haired subordinate.

Byakuran shrugged and then he explained seriously. "To us…maybe it is terrible but to Same-chan, it could be the best thing in the world. Don't feel sympathy for them, their not worth it. After all, Xanxus declared that he wanted to hurt you. I may joke with him but even I know there is a boundary I shouldn't cross with him. Don't slip up just a little around Xanxus, because I fear…that you will be the one hurt in the end."

"Byakuran-san…" Tsuna was taken back by Byakuran's sudden seriousness. He never saw the student council president act like this before. But, you're wrong…everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt He thought to himself.

"Tsu-chan…let's play dress up!" The other tuned out of his seriousness.

There he goes again. He thought to himself as Byakuran returned to his playful demeanor. "What kind of costume will I be wearing?" He inquired.

"Shou-chan! Open the closet of wonders and mysteries!" He turned to his red haired secretary, who gladly went to a door in the room, that Tsuna never noticed was there. He watched as Shouichi opened the door revealing a huge walk in closet. Tsuna's eyes were attack by entire visible the color spectrum. There were a lot of costumes in the room but Tsuna realized immediately the slight problem with most of the outfits in this room.

"I'm not wearing those!" He said a blush rising up to his cheeks.

Byakuran tilted his head to the side as if confused. "Huh? What's the problem, Tsu-chan?"

The brunette waved his hands about baffled that the president didn't see this major problem. "These are girl costumes!"

"And?" Byakuran inquired sweetly. "I don't see a problem here. I think Tsu-chan will look great in girl's clothing."

"I see a major problem with that!" He protested.

Byakuran frowned, trying to convince the other to go along with it. "But, if you don't comply, I have the right to sue you for billions and billions of dollars for breaching our contract. Do you really want to go through that, Tsu-chan? Wouldn't it be less humiliating just to wear them? You could tell your children, this was one of the crazy things you did in your youth."

I think both are humiliating! Why would I tell my children such an embarrassing story?! He was still not convinced that he should wear these costumes. He would be the total laughing stock of the school. He could imagine it now. He would no longer be known as No Good Tsuna but as Cross-dressing Tsuna. His luck was not looking up.

"Plus, Otachan went through all the trouble to make these costumes for you. He'll be really sad to hear that Tsu-chan doesn't like them? He's been working nonstop to make them." Byakuran added, trying to win the other over by placing him into a guilt trip.

"Who's Otachan?" The freshman raised an eyebrow not familiar with the name.

"Oh sorry, you haven't met him yet. Otachan is my nickname for him, his real name is Spanner. He's my treasurer. He's a mega otaku. When he heard that we were having you as a mascot, he got so excited and made all these costumes. I'm sure, you'll make him very happy. That is…if you wear them." He said as he told Tsuna who Spanner was.

Tsuna pointed to himself. "He knows who I am."

"I've only talked to him about you. So he has an idea of who you are." Byakuran offhandedly answered.

Hearing how the treasurer had gone through so much trouble to make the outfits, Tsuna felt kind of bad for refusing to wear them. He wouldn't want someone to turn down something he worked so hard to make. Tsuna reluctantly agreed. "Alright…"

"Yay!" Byakuran said happily and then took one particular costume off of the rack. "Otachan requested that you wear this one first. Put it on…put it on."

He frowned as the student president excitedly gave him an outfit to place on. He accepted the outfit slowly loosing his nerve. "Are you going to watch me?" He asked Byakuran.

"Yep." The other said shamelessly.

"Come on, Byakuran-sama." Shouichi ushered his president out of the closet and allowed Tsuna some privacy.

"You're no fun, Shou-chan!" He heard the president exclaimed outside.

Tsuna grudgingly places on the outfit on. He was sure his father, where ever the deadbeat was, would be very sad to see his son stoop this low. However, when he placed on the costume it didn't seem bad at all. Tsuna was wearing a cream sleeveless hooded vest. The hood of the vest had to bunny ears attached, the ears stood erect, when the hood was placed on the head. Around the edges of hood was white faux fur. The bottom of the vest was also fringed with the same white fur. The vest was cut short, ending at middle of his torso. The cream vest was left open, revealing a black shirt that was skin tight. The black shirt stopped at the beginning of his midriff, showing Tsuna' slender waist. Like the vest, there were no sleeves attached to black shirt. Tsuna wore army green shorts. The shorts stopped at half-thigh, so it was pretty short. The shorts even had a fluffy tail attached to the back. He wore long black socks that stopped a little bit above the knee. On his hands, he wore black fingerless gloves that stopped at his wrist; around the ends were also a fringe of white faux fur. At his feet were matching cream color sneakers that reached mid-calf. The costume was well designed and although it showed a lot of his skin, he thought he would be in something much worse. He exited the closet and looked to Byakuran and Shouichi.

"How did Spanner-san get these clothes to fit so well? I don't remember telling you my measurements." The costume had fitted perfectly and he wondered how the Spanner was able to do it.

"Well, I memorized Tsu-chan's naked body. I can always figure out the measurements of anyone just by looking once. It's Byakuran's secret skill number 45."The white haired boy said slyly.

I'm not taking a bath with this pervert ever again! Tsuna declared in his mind. "I see…"He muttered softly, wishing he hadn't asked the question in the first place.

Byakuran then chimed in. "Tsu-chan looks so cute! Otachan did a great job. I see why he wanted this to be the first costume you wear. Who could hate a bunny Tsuna?"

If cute means I'm showing way too much skin. Then Yes! "Don't you think this is a bit much?" He said, curious of what the other thought.

"Not at all. I like Tsu-chan with as few clothes as possible, preferably none." The president shrugged.

I walked right into that one. Tsuna stated in his mind as a blush bleed into his cheeks.

"Byakuran-sama." Shouichi said poking the president. He then looked to Tsuna. "But you really do look great, Sawada-san."

"Thank you, Irie-san." He said as he becoming more bashful by the second.

The white haired pervert then thought of something. "Tsu-chan…did you figure out a slogan?"

"A slogan?!" The bunny-clad protagonist inquired. "You didn't tell me anything about a slogan."

"Well, I was hoping that you would come up with something empowering to say to the students. You are the mascot. It's your job to uplift them." Byakuran explained.

Tsuna looked down; he was disappointed at himself that he hadn't thought of that. "Sorry…I haven't thought of one."

"Oh well." He said as he grabbed on to the freshman's hand and then dragging him out of the student council office. "You can think of one on the way. It's about to start…let's go!"


The baseball field was located on the far end of the school between the music hall and the gym. It wasn't far from the other buildings of the school but it was far enough, so that if there was a major game, the rest of the campus would not be disturbed. This was also the same for the other sports fields on campus. As soon as the trio arrived to the baseball field, they were introduced to a cacophony of impatient students. Tsuna's eyes widened upon seeing that nearly all of the seats and the bleachers were filled up by the students of Namimori. He hadn't expected such a turn out. His eyes searched the sea of people in the hopes of seeing a familiar face but he was unable to.

He followed Byakuran and Shouichi as they took him in front of the bleachers of the roaring crowd. There was a podium set up for the Student President to make his announcement.

"Wow…it's packed." Byakuran observed, as he looked to the bleachers. He guessed news traveled fast. "They must have come to see Tsu-chan…and oh yeah the try-outs."

"Byakuran-sama…you're making Sawada-san nervous." Shouichi said worried for Tsuna.

"I'm okay…" He assured them but he really wasn't. After seeing all of these people, he was really getting nervous. He hadn't expected all these people to come. Was it true? Did they really come to see him? He didn't want to look like an idiot in front of them, knowing this fact. He wondered what they all were thinking as they looked to him. And even now he still couldn't think of a good slogan to say.

"I guess, we should start then." The president said as he walked up to the podium and began to address the students. "Good evening, students of Namimori All Boys School. From the Student Council, we appreciate all of you for coming to today's event. We are greatly moved that you all have come to show your support for your school. Although, this is a try-out, it's still significant to the overall success of our school's baseball team. This site is where our greatest players are assembled and therefore it is just as essential as any other event. So, thank you for attending. Now, our school mascot, Sawada Tsunayoshi will like to say a few words of encouragement."

Tsuna panicked as Shouichi came toward him with his microphone. The young mascot could feel his heart pounding against his chest. His hand was shaking uncontrollably, as he took the microphone into his hands, his mind was a blank. He didn't know what to say to the students. His tawny eyes looked to the students and he grew even more afraid. He stood in silence for a few moments, trying to gather up a nerve, that he felt would never arrive. He then decided to say whatever came to mind. It would be better to say something than nothing. He clutched the microphone closed to his body.

He began, closing his eyes. "Um…Everyone! Please support Namimori with your Dying Will!" He shouted blushing terribly. He waited to hear boos and other nasty things from his fellow students. It was the most stupid slogan ever…no one would go for it. Tsuna eyes opened to hearing his ears betray him, they loved his slogan. They loved it so much that they were roared approvingly.

"YES!" He heard someone cry out.

"WE'LL SUPPORT NAMIMORI WITH OUR DYING WILL! GO NAMIMORI!" A group of people bellowed

"NAMIMORI RULES!" Some more students howled.

"SAWADA-SAMA RULES!" To his embarrassment, some other zealous students yelled.

"What?" Tsuna said in disbelief, he didn't place much thought in the slogan and he was surprised by how well received it was.

"Wow…they seem to like it a lot. You really got the crowd excited and it's only a try-out." Shouichi said, looking to the confused Tsuna.

Byakuran walked away from his podium to congratulate Tsuna. "See? Didn't I tell you that Tsu-chan would make a great mascot? I can see talent." He then looked his bunny-clad Tsuna. "Alright…Tsu-chan, you can handle things from here, right?"

"You're leaving me?!" The mascot said shocked.

"Well I don't like baseball…so I'm going to entertain myself with something else. Be sure to come back to the student council office to return the outfit." Byakuran said as he walked off. "Work hard, Tsu-chan!"

"Wait! Byakuran-san…" Tsuna tried to stop him but with no avail, he couldn't make the student president return.

"This is Namimori's school flag. You should wave it around every once and a while or else the crowd might be bored." Shouichi handed him a long stick with a white banner attached. The Namimori crest was on it written in silver letters. "Sawada-san, do your best." Shouichi said as he followed after Byakuran.

He watched as the red haired secretary left him alone as well. Tsuna frowned as he turned to the students who were still shouting words of praise at him. He felt even more anxious than he had before. "Tenth!" He heard Gokudera shout from the roaring crowd.

Tsuna turned to the silver haired boy coming toward him. He watched as his friend approached him with dynamite ready in his hand. Despite, the impending threat of the dynamite. Tsuna was very happy to see the other. He had come through on his promise to support him and now becoming his body guard since, Byakuran and Shouichi left him.

"Gokudera-san, you came." He said smiling at the other happily.

"Of course, I came, Tenth! You were really awesome and you look great." He complimented Tsuna.

Tsuna was about to open his mouth to disagree with Gokudera's comments but he heard another voice from behind him. "Tsuna!" They both turned to see Yamamoto waving to them from where he stood. He almost forgot his reason to be here besides being mascot, he was here to show support to Yamamoto. To Gokudera's abhor, Tsuna waved back at Yamamoto.

"Yamamoto-san! Good luck!" Tsuna shouted to him. He watched as the other's attention was drawn away from them and returned to the task ahead of him. He looked to Gokudera. "It's starting…"

Tsuna and Gokudera sat for the majority of the try-out. At times, when Tsuna noticed that the crowd was getting bored, he would walk about and wave the Namimori flag to bring them back to life. For the most point, the try out was pretty uninteresting. Tsuna wasn't much of a sports fan to begin with, so he didn't enjoy it. He watched as the players of the Namimori Baseball team played against the candidates. They practice hits, throws, catches, running around the bases and they even played a mini game. As Tsuna watched he realized how great of player, Yamamoto was. His hits were perfect, his throws were so fast and his never dropped a ball. He was quick when it came to running and he had the baseball team at a run for their money. Yamamoto was really awesome. The coach would have to be a fool to not pick him.

After two hours passed the try-outs were finally done. The audience was left in suspense of who was chosen for the team, since the coach was still considering what he saw. As everyone exited the bleachers, Tsuna and Gokudera went over to congratulate Yamamoto on his great display of athleticism.

"Wasn't Yamamoto-san great, Gokudera-san?" Tsuna asked as they walked toward the field.

"He was okay." Gokudera grumbled. He would never praise the guy, who threatened to take his Tenth away from him.

"He was better than okay. He was better than everyone else. Yamamoto-san will surely make the team. I know it." Tsuna said happily.

"Guys!" They looked up as they heard Yamamoto call out to them. The baseball fanatic ran over to Gokudera and Tsuna with his normal silly smile on his face. He then gave them the news, while he scratched the back of his head. "Well, I made the team."

Tsuna gave Yamamoto his sweet smile and said, "Congratulations, Yamamoto-san, your hard work paid off. I knew you would make the team."

"I guess so…" He agreed laughing a bit. He had been working hard to get on the team but there one thing that pushed him even further. "But it was also thanks to Tsuna too."

"Huh?" Tsuna said confused.

"I did my best because of your great motto. I really wanted to do my best for the school and myself. How did you put it? I used my dying will." He said laughing even more. It was a weird expression but it worked.

The mascot placed up his hands defensively, trying to stop the other's praises. "It wasn't great at all…it came off the top of my head. Don't congratulate me for something like that."

"Why not? Either way it was a good slogan. Plus, you make a very cute mascot." The baseball fanatic smiled lovingly at Tsuna as if he was some proud parent.

"No, I don't." He continued to deny those compliments that everyone was giving him.

"Yes, you do." He said ruffling the other's hair as if trying to convince the other that way.

"Hey! Stop touching the Tenth!" Gokudera glared at Yamamoto and he began to grow more angrily as Yamamoto laughed in his face and continued. He then stopped, when Tsuna removed the other's hand from his hair.

"Maybe we should celebrate. Isn't tomorrow Friday?" He looked to both Gokudera and Yamamoto. "I heard you can go off campus during the weekend. There's a small town nearby, there should be something we can do."

"That's a great idea, Tenth." Gokudera smiled happily. "We can celebrate your success as a mascot."

"And for Yamamoto getting on the baseball team as well." The mascot added. "Well, I have to return the clothes and flag to the student council office. I'll see you guys later."

"Do you want us to go with you, Tsuna?" Yamamoto asked. He was kind of worried about him going on his own. He was such a sensation during the try-out; he wouldn't be surprised if he was approached by some of the guys.

Tsuna shook his head. He was sure both of them were tired. Gokudera had just gotten out of the infirmary and he spent most of his time acting as a bodyguard for him. And Yamamoto had been practicing nonstop and he just finished doing a tiresome try-out. He didn't want to burden his friends with something so minimal. "I'll be fine. Namimori is very safe." He said comforting the two but he was really thinking otherwise, mostly about his recent attack from Mukuro. "I'll be careful."

"Alright, Tsuna. See you back at the dorms." He said as he reluctantly watched his friend leave.

"Be careful, Tenth!" Gokudera agreed grudgingly as Tsuna walked off heading to the student council office. His eyes then turned to Yamamoto. "I'm going to wait for the Tenth to come back. You better not be there."

"I can't let you have all the fun." He laughed as he followed Gokudera back to the Sky Dorms.


Tsuna slipped into the Student Council Office finding it empty. He was hoping to see Byakuran or Shouichi but they were nowhere in sight. He walked into the room, hoping that he wasn't trespassing. He quickly changed from his mascot uniform into his Namimori school uniform. He set the outfit back into the walk in closet that was full of the costumes that Byakuran wanted him to wear for other events. He also left the Namimori flag against the wall of the closet.

As soon as he left the closet, he began to feel immensely tired. He hadn't been able to sleep for the two days since Mukuro visited him. He guessed he was finally tired out by the events of the day. He wiped at his heavy eyes. He felt he was going collapse into a state of slumber at any moment. Tsuna wanted to wait for Byakuran to come back but he couldn't do that if he went back to the Sky dorm. He decided that he would wait for the president in the lounge. He would be able to take a short nap and he positive that the student council president would wake him up, when he saw him. He takes his place on the long beige couch and laid his body out. The couch was so soft and comfortable, it didn't take Tsuna long to fall into a deep slumber.

A few minutes later, a dark figure entered the Student Council lounge. Immediately, this dark character saw the sleeping boy on the couch and approached him. The figure stood by the couch, watching the small boy sleep. It didn't take the other long to take Tsuna into his arms, balancing his body almost perfectly. Even as this mysterious person picked him up, Tsuna laid in his arms undisturbed. Tsuna was a very heavy sleeper. His mother always had a hard time waking him up for school when he went to junior high. The young boy never grew out of it now and even as he was placed into a very dangerous situation, he was fast asleep. Tsuna had totally disconnected himself to the world around him and now he was vulnerable to this stranger. The dark figure then left the student council as quickly as he came in, taking the young Tsunayoshi along with him.

Chapter Six End


Notes:

Behind the nicknames:

Byakuran nicknames Spanner, Otachan because Spanner loves a lot of things about Japanese culture that can be considered Otaku. I was going to put in a scene where Byakuran was losing at Metal Gear Solid, which has a character named Otacon…who is very similar to Spanner. Since they both liked robots and the Japanese culture. Maybe I'll still do it. So that's why I came up with Otachan instead of Span-chan. Plus, I didn't like Span-chan and everyone else's nicknames were getting obvious as well. Surprise!

Same means shark in Japanese. Squalo is shark in Italian. So that's why Squalo is nicknamed Same-chan. Please don't pronounce it in a similar way as the English word same, because it just sounds weird.

Byakuran calls Mukuro, Kuro-chan because Muku-chan and Mu-chan doesn't sound nice (well to me anyway). I was thinking of call him pineapple but the Japanese word is spelled Painappuru. Imagine if I wrote this…I know horrifying, right?

Namimori School Year:

Some of you might be confused by the conversation during the student council meeting. I would like to clarify that most Japanese schools start their new semesters in the spring, Namimori is no different. Let's say they started school in late march. So they have five months to get 35,000 dollars. Not bad.


Omake – How Byakuran and Spanner spend their quality time together…

Tsuna: squeezes someone must be talking about me…

Meanwhile…

Byakuran: Otachan, how is it coming along?

Spanner: It's finished.

Byakuran: Finally!! smiles Did you put that in it? And that scene we talked about it? How about the rating?!

Spanner: Yes, I placed in the handcuffs. I put in the student council office scene. The rating is NC-17. The Namimori All Boys School Yaoi Doujinshi is done…my best work yet. Hands him a very thick book

Byakuran: I can't wait to read it. What are the pairings?

Spanner: 5927, 8027, 1827, 6927, D27, 4827, X27, 10027, 182769 and last but not least 27 as the seme. Now about payment…

Byakuran: Really!! 27 as the Seme?! Grins and then frowns Oh right…your services sure are expensive. Gives him a bag full of lollipops My pockets always feel lighter around you.

Spanner: If you don't like the price…you can find someone else.

Byakuran: No…no. I wouldn't stray. Cracks open the fresh new doujinshi Oh yes! 27's beep is being beeped (You can use your imagination)

Elsewhere….

Tsuna: sneezes six times in a row Oh no! That means someone is reading a doujinshi about me!!

Omake end – Tsuna must experience this all the time


Author's Notes: Xanxus and Squalo's relationship is special and different. I still don't understand this pair, even with their background story from the original manga. Ah well. I hoped you liked this chapter. I worked on this night and day. If I went outside, I'll carry a notebook and jot notes down. I'm always thinking of this fanfiction, so this is why I've already came up with an ending. However, this might change, since I haven't gotten close to finishing the fanfiction yet. I guess we will have to wait and see. Thank you for your reviews of the previous chapters. I hope that you will continue to read and support this Fanfiction. Always show you care by reviewing my work. Hits are nice to see but reviews are much better. I also would like to thank Mithras151 again for checking this chapter. I'll stop writing now.