AN: Lovely story this it, isn't it? I think I'm favoring it more than my other one.

Note: Yamamoto refers to most people without honorifics. Natsu does the same with Yamamoto since they are teammates. Tsuna is more obsessed with honorifics.

Chapter 3: Sword in My Hand

"Aah, Tsuna is such a meanie" pouted Natsu as he walked up the stairs, his beaten figure covered in dirt and scratches. Hibari, as always, wasn't exact merciful. Even less to those he deemed Rule-breaking-Insolent-Crowding-No-good-Herbivores . And Unfortunately for Natsu, that was exactly what Hibari deemed him. Most of the time anyway.

"EH! How am I an meanie?!" yelled Tsuna from the top of the stairs, his usually kind face twisted into a small scowl, though it looked more like an adorable pout. Natsu smiled as his younger twin's cuteness, even as he winced. Hibari sure hits hard thought Natsu when he finally reached his brother.

Usually the wounds wouldn't have hurt that much, mostly because of the help of the school nurse. But when they had went to the nurse office to treat Natsu's wounds they found an unfamiliar male nurse instead of their normal old female nurse. For some reason, the male nurse didn't treat him. Whatever it was, Neither Tsuna nor Natsu were happy with it.

"Because you didn't help your Ni-san when that teme was kicking him around" huffed Natsu. He wasn't really mad, but it was fun to tease Tsuna.

Tsuna rolled his eyes, "You deserved it anyway. If you actually wore your uniform properly for once, Hibari-san wouldn't have to go through the bother of biting you to death everyday."

"But Tsuna~!" complained Natsu as they reached their homeroom, A-1.

"No buts!" said Tsuna as he slid open the door of A-1, and walked in. Grumbling, Natsu walked in after him, just in time to see Tsuna hand in their pass to their homeroom teacher, a young brunette with high-heels and her hair in a bun called Fujimori Miyako.

Nodding in understanding, Fujimori-sensei excepted the pass, and dismissed Tsuna to his seat in the 3rd row, right next to the window. Turning to Natsu, She was about to dismiss him when she stopped midway.

"Sawada-kun, are you okay? Do you need to go to the nurse's office?" asked Fujimori-sensei, worried. He probably wasn't a pretty sight with his injuries.

Waving a hand to dismiss the young teacher's distress, Natsu explained, "Don't bother. There's a new nurse, and he won't treat me for some reason..."

Fujiwara-sensei made a face. It was oblivious to Natsu that she didn't really like the guy. Tossing a smile over, Natsu took his seat right next to Tsuna, who was digging through his book bag, his face twisted in an expression of mild panic.

Upon finding the object he sought, he sighed in relief. Natsu looked on an amusement. No doubt in an couple minutes, Tsuna would be searching for the object once again. If there was one thing Natsu knew about OCD from living with Tsuna, it was that.

"Ohayo Natsu, Tsuna!" called a familiar voice. Looking over, Natsu saw Yamamoto Takeshi, a long time friends of his. They had met, along with Tsuna, in kindergarten. Though not particularly close, they were still friends and teammates in baseball, though Natsu preferred basketball over the sport.

Yamamoto was a full head over the twins, much to Natsu and Tsuna's chagrin, and it showed when he walked over, leaping across desks. He had a head of spiky black hair and a pair of large gold-brown eyes. He too wore a variation of the uniform, though one that followed the uniform policy, to Tsuna's pride and Natsu's distaste, that had no tie but instead wore a black wool sweater.

"Ohayo, Yamamoto!" Natsu replied before sneaking a glance at his twin. True to his prediction, he was going through his book bag once again. Tsuna seemed to not have heard their new companion.

Natsu and Yamamoto exchanged mischievous glances. With quick silent movements, Yamamoto crept behind Tsuna to covered his eyes. At that same time, Natsu leaned in to Tsuna's ear to mutter a quick but frightening "Boo!"

Well, tried to anyway.

Without looking up from his book bag, Tsuna said in a calm, but threatening, voice, "Yamamoto if you try to cover my eyes, I'm telling Mizuki-sempai about your little crush on his you-know-what and Natsu, say a word and the whole school will know that during the Namimori Sakura Festival last year you tried-"

Natsu automatically covered Tsuna's mouth with his hand, and hissed "You promised to never tell anyone that!"

Meanwhile, Yamamoto turned a bright cherry red, and chuckled nervously, "As observant as your reputation say, no wonder they call you Yomoku-Tsuna (1)"

Tsuna licked Natsu's hand, causing his twin to retrace it quickly. Turning to Yamamoto, Tsuna pouted, "It's just that the people here are so easy to read, and you should confess already Yamamoto-kun, as sad as it is!"

"Confess? You have a crush?" asked Natsu curiously, turning to Yamamoto with a surprised look on his face. The baseball prodigy and captain was blushing a fiery red. Raising an eyebrow, Natsu whistled. It wasn't often that anyone could take Yamamoto's attention from baseball, the guy was obsessed with it.

Tsuna was snickering, no giggling, into his hand. Yamamoto mumbled something, Natsu couldn't here.

"What?" asked Natsu, confusion evident in his voice. Rolling his eyes, Tsuna decided to put Yamamoto and Natsu out of there misery. Leaning over, Tsuna quickly whispered something to Natsu's ear.

Natsu blinked. His mouth was set into an O-shape in understanding. "Oh" said Natsu, "That makes a lot more sense. But it is a little sad..."

"No it's not!" said Yamamoto heatley. "She's absolutely beautiful!"

"Yamamoto" said Natsu patiently.

"She's as smooth as silk!"

"Yamamoto."

"She won't break against the toughest of adversity!"

"Yamamoto!"

"She's this lovely shade of brown!"

"Yamamoto, 'she' is a wooden bat. You want to date a baseball bat, it's not even human!"

At that point, the classmates that have been slowly eavesdropping on their baseball star's conversation facepalmed. They had come to the conclusion that their star had a crush on a tough arabian girl, only to be sorely disappointed.

"Class! Please go back to your assigned seats! I would like to introduce a new transfer student!" announced Fujimori-sensei. With some grumbling and excited whispers, the class settled down in their seats.

With a quick look-over, Fujimori-sensei deemed the class presentable and quick yelled at the transfer student to come in. Natsu was curious. It was a strange time for a transfer student to come in, It was a month in the school year already.

The door slid open and an impressive young man walked in. He was the type of guy the teacher's would label a troublemaker and the girl's would call bad boy. With strange silver hair shaped like an octopus and split through the middle-like the new nurse's Natsu realized; were they related?-and piercing green eyes, he was exotic in looks. Judging by the boy's olive skin, he was italian too.

He wore a variation of the school uniform, with a few tweaks realized Natsu with glee. His uniform was exactly the same as Tsuna's except he wore his shirt untucked and had a black jacket instead of the vest. Natsu could see gothic rings adorning the boy's fingers and a similar belt around the guy's waist.

"Tch. My name is Gokudera Hayato" growled the new transfer student, and immediately the class erupted in a chorus of excited whispers. Glancing at Tsuna, he was surprise to find that he wasn't looking at Gokudera.

Raising an eyebrow at him, Natsu got his answer when Tsuna whispered, "Looks like Yamamoto has a new crush."

Following Tsuna's gaze across the room, Natsu realized that Yamamoto did look a little lovesick. His eyes were slightly wider than usual and his smile bigger, his neck was also looking redder than normal. Nothing you would call unusual unless you knew what you were looking for though.

Smirking at Yamamoto, Natsu was taken by surprise when Gokudera suddenly kicked his desk, knocking it on his side. Natsu's eyes widen in a mix of shock and anger, he hadn't even seen Gokudera coming. Tsuna's eyes were narrowed with concern, that he could see from the corner of his eyes.

A stunned silence resound across the whole room before noise started once again. Vaguely, he could hear Fujimori-sensei yelling at the transfer student, who simply ignored her and walked to the empty seat that was two seats back of his own.

Frowning, Natsu locked eye contact with Gokudera. Piercing green met an angered brown. After a minute, both of them broke eye contact. He would watch him for now. If the transfer student tried something similar again, there would be hell to pay.

(1) It mean's Hawkeye-Tsuna. Translated from Google so it might be wrong. And yes, it just might be from fullmetal alchemist. I claim nothing from it, so do not sue me.

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