AN: Okay, Poll is still up, will be until the end of the Varia Arc (I think). NOTE: the poll just gives me an idea. It'll count but the pairings will not be completely based on the poll results. Some pairings won't work completely if I change the plot.

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Chapter 15: Nami-middle

Education was useless. Regardless whatever time period you found yourself in. That, was Tsuna's opinion anyway. If he could live for approximately 300 or so years, without knowing how to calculate x of 35=5.5x-6-7, he didn't really need it, did he?

So, Tsuna was understandably annoyed when Reborn refused to change his decision regarding his entry in 'Namimori Middle School'. So, Tsuna spent the majority of his time before his first day of school, shooting off arguments with Reborn.

"But it's useless!" cried Tsuna, throwing his arms up in frustration when he saw a uniform in his room, in the morning of his first day of school. "And for Gaia's sakes, who needs to know what the world is made of? As long as it ain't exploding on us, who cares? And seriously? 5:30? Getting to school at 8 is ridiculous enough!"

The room wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. The walls were a peach-color orange, with the floor covered in green carpeting. A queen size bed sat against the right wall, a canopy bed made from wood with blue sheets. The bed had two matching blue pillows and one smaller one.

Next to it, was a small bed stand in which a small lamp rested on. On the opposite wall, a bookcase laid alongside a desk. A wardrobe and dresser was pressed on the wall in which the door was connected to.

He frankly, had been surprised by the room. When Reborn had first saw his expression, he had asked, teasingly, "What? You thought you were going to sleep in the infirmary? If you want, I can help you with that." Needless to say, he had hastily said no, because just because he landed himself in the infirmary twice in one day, did not say he liked getting hurt.

"Your problem, baka. Not mine" said Reborn nonchalantly, leaning against the wall of Tsuna's room, in his adult form. "Try it on."

Huffing, Tsuna grabbed the uniform. It was okay, in Tsuna's opinion as he examined it. A black wool vest, covering a white long-sleeved dress shirt and black slacks. A blue tie completed the assemble, the shoes were optional.

"Make sure you wear it everyday. Nami-middle has a strict uniform policy. Mostly due to Hibari" warned Reborn as he stepped out of the room, leaving Tsuna to change. "Try not to crossdress either. You look too much like a woman already, add in a skirt and I'll get you mixed up with some girl."

Tsuna hurled an alarm clock at Reborn's fedora-clad head.

The man dodged, and laughed. "Don't get your panties into a twist" teased the hitman, as he closed the door, just in time for it to protect him for another thrown projectile.

Tsuna glared at the door for a minute, before turning his attention back to his task at hand. Stepping out of his black flip flops, he quickly unbuttoned his black dress shirt, dropping it down carelessly to the floor. His dark skinny jeans came off a second later, piling at his feet.

Quickly darning the white dress shirt, he buttoned it up, covering smooth fair skin. Not a second later, slacks covered his toned, shapely legs, coming to rest at his hips. He knotted the tie, simply, before jerking on the vest.

Swinging a black book bag with one strap over his shoulder, Tsuna walked out of the room with his feet cladded with a pair of steel toed lace up knee high boots, it would coming in contact with a certain hitman's crotch real soon and he really didn't want to break his toes.

Undoubtedly, it would also be useful to teach the other students to not mess with him. Gokudera's Lesson #21, Apparently the kids in this era had a contest of popularity to determine social standing.

According to Gokudera, popularity was measured by the amount of people that went "Ga Ga" over you. Whatever that meant. He was going to assume it meant the number of people following you.

For a brief moment, there was a sadistic gleam in his eyes. If there was one thing he knew, the quickest way to attract followers was fear. After all, how do you think all those countries were found? He was born during the Uprisings of Countries, in which Vongola had been formed, he knew how to win a crown. It wouldn't be much different in this time period.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Reborn, his voice low and smooth, from behind him.

"Oh nothing.." purred Tsuna. "Just thinking of all the friends, I'll make..."

Then he spinned on his heel, facing Reborn, and slammed his steel toed boot into the hitman's groin. A choked sound emerged from the hitman, kneeling down in pain.

"That's for saying I look like a girl" Tsuna said cheerfully, above Reborn's prone form. With that final note, he waltzed away, leaving Reborn to suffer for his comments.

Chewing on the piece of toast in his mouth, Tsuna looked curiously at the gigantic buildings in front of him. "So this is Namimori Middle School.." he mumbled through the toast.

Oblivious to the whispering and pointing from curious students, Tsuna looked down on the introduction book that Reborn had handed him before sneaking away.

It was impressive. There was were three main buildings to the school, all of them connected by a hallway. The largest building, according to the introduction book in his hands, was the main building in which contained the lobby, main office, teacher's cafeteria, student's cafeteria, and part of the classes.

Another building served as the place for the rest of the classrooms along as the club rooms. From what Tsuna was able to get from the introduction book, the building was called Block B.

The last, final building was the gym. It was the smallest of the buildings, but still fairly large. Around it was a beautiful green field and track, perfect for outdoor games and such.

A "Hah, hah. Hi Tsuna!" and a "Shut up Baseball Idiot! Good Morning, Juudaime!" quickly broke him from his thoughts. Whirling around, he spotted a certain Yamamoto Takeshi and Gokudera Hayato running to his direction.

"Eh? What're you doing here?" questioned Tsuna when they caught up, his eyes flashing with a mixture of surprise and happiness.

"Every kid in the base attends Namimori" explained Gokudera,"It's the closest and safest school around!"

"Really?!" exclaimed Tsuna, "Do you guys have any tips for me?"

"Well, always dress in uniform, for one" said Yamamoto.

"Don't crowd around, and obey the rules!" informed Gokudera.

Just as they were about to say more, the clock in front of the school rang, it was 8:00.

"Get in, Herbivores. Or I'll bite you to death" growled a voiced behind Tsuna. Yamamoto tensed slightly, and Gokudera nearly let out a snare, controlled only by a mixture of fear and respect.

Turning his head, Tsuna spotted the red armband of one Hibari Kyoya, before he whisked away, like a phantom.

"Eh, Lets go in Tsuna" said Yamamoto, letting out a nervous laugh, eyeing Hibari's former position carefully, as if he might spring back any minute.

"Uh, sure" said Tsuna distractedly, looking around for the demon perfect among the whispering mass of bodies that was the arriving Namimori Students.

Turning to the school, Tsuna felt a bubble of happiness in his chest. Though he absolutely loathed school, he couldn't deny he look foward to going out everyday and making new friends.

"Here I come, Nami-middle!" whispered Tsuna under his breath, barely audible to even his ears.

Taking a step forward to Namimori Middle School, Tsuna stepped foot into what he would later call Hell (and Heaven).

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