A/N: Wow! Thanks for reviewing! I really thought this story will never get any… Also, I fixed the title. I was in a rush when I wrote it, so it said Nothen instead of Northern. Also, just in case, this isn't an AU where Byakuran destroys everything, I mean, Byakuran couldn't have gone to every single parallel universe, so this is like canon with another character. I'll try to follow the anime, but some major things from the manga I'll include, like Yamamoto trying to commit suicide. The dine and dash episode will be after the Kokuyo arc like in the anime.
Disclaimer: I don't own KHR. If I did, the protagonist of it would be Mochida just because.
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When I discovered I was in KHR, not only did I have a crisis, but I grew so fucking scared.
No matter how the series paints the Mafia, it still is the Mafia. Not only is death in the job description, it is part of it. It meant probably going to the future and my brother getting severely injured countless of times.
I didn't want that. I didn't want that at all.
When my next birthday came around, I wished for everything to be just fine.
I didn't tell anybody about this wish, because you know what they say about wishes. If you tell somebody it, it won't come true. A few months later it was my father's birthday. For him, I tried pulling a prank on my brother, by hiding his baseball bat. He started to cry when he couldn't find it. After all, it was also April Fools. When Takeshi found out I did it, he got super pissed at me.
I got scolded badly for that. Not my brightest idea.
For my brother's birthday, I pretended to be a pig in a blanket. He kept teasing me about that. In my defense, I only did that because it was Pig in a Blanket Day. I'm not sure if that holiday even exists here.
Now that I was three, I started to run. Since the air seemed so much cleaner here, the experience was just that much greater. When I turned around the corner, being followed by my brother, I hear somebody yelling "EXTREEEEEEEEEME!" I decided to run back to the house. I didn't want to encounter Ryohei just yet.
"Hisashi, why are you running?" Takeshi asks, and I don't reply, instead opting to keep running.
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I ended up at the Sawada household. I don't really know my way around Namimori yet, so maybe just running in the opposite direction was a bad idea.
When I looked through the gate, there was an old person and a middle-aged person. It's probably Vongola Ninth and Iemitsu sealing Tsuna's flames, and I don't want to deal with that right now.
My brother finally caught up with me, and said "Finally, I caught up with you! Hisashi, you run really fast!"
I mumble back at him, "Let's go play baseball or something like that." At least, I had meant to say that. It came out like 'Le go pla baeball or somethang like tat.'
Luckily, he understood, but not before two pairs of eyes snapped at both of us.
"What are you doing here?" Iemitsu sharply asks.
"Wait, Iemitsu," says Vongola Ninth, "they're just children. They don't know what's going on." "Hello, kids. Why are you here?"
"I got lost!" I replied cheerily.
"And I had to chase you, Hisashi!" Takeshi said, with a hint of concern in his voice.
"Well," Vongola Ninth begins, "why don't you two run along now, I'm sure your parents are worried about you."
"Ok!" I replied, hoping his Hyper Intuition didn't see through my act, and grabbed Takeshi's arm and started to run.
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"Why did you do that?" Takeshi asks, once we're back at Takesushi.
"He scared me," I reply.
"Why?" Takeshi asks again.
I think for a moment. How do I say this to him without revealing anything I'm not supposed to know?
"…Because he felt scary," I settle on.
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There was this room in Takesushi that Takeshi and I weren't allowed to go into.
My father stressed this fact that we were to never, ever, go into this room.
So, naturally, my adult brain perked up with curiosity at something unknown. Takeshi, though, was obedient, and took an oath to never go in there unless asked. I, however, only said that I wouldn't go in there, and under my breath, I added, unless I want to.
So that night, I began to plan. At midnight, and everybody was asleep, I would go into the kitchen, use the cabinets as a stepping stone to get the key. After that, I would use some boxes to reach and unlock the door and get inside.
The next morning, my plan began. A checklist in my mind began to formulate.
The key is there? Check.
There are boxes to use? Check.
When it was midnight I got out of bed, and making sure nobody was up, went down the stairs to the kitchen. Carefully, I opened the cabinets and climbed them. Making sure the key didn't jingle, I climbed down and placed the keys on the floor. I moved boxes in front of door. After carefully placing them, I got the key and with a click the door was unlocked. I opened the door, went down the boxes, put the boxes back, and went inside the door.
It was the dojo. The room we were forbidden to go in was the dojo where Yamamoto trained. Somehow, it seemed different, and I realized why. Where the Shigure Kintoki was, a bit further from it was a Tanto looking sword breaker. The door creeped open and made the barest squeaking sound, but I snapped my head back.
"Wow, I've seen that you've discovered this place," my father said, in front of the door.
At least I had the good graces to look slightly ashamed, and he looked at me, seemingly amused.
"Don't worry. You would've discovered this place sooner or later. This dojo has been passed down generation by generation. Its name is Asarigumi," he said.
"I trained here in this dojo many years ago. Now it's just part of Takesushi," he continued, with a lost look in his eyes. I knew that his mind went somewhere far, far away.
"I hope neither of you will ever have to use this dojo. The other successor of Shigure Soen Ryu should've found a student by now," my father finished.
To be innocent, I asked, "What's Shigure Soen Ryu?"
"Something you don't need to know. Now go back to bed while I clean things up," he said, with a tone in his voice that meant he was to be obeyed immediately.
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The next morning, we spoke nothing about it. I cast suspicious looks at him, but he didn't notice, or at least, pretended not to notice. I shrugged it off, and went outside to see Takeshi practicing his swings again.
In the afternoon, I realized I never really looked at myself. When I got out the mirror that day, you could say I was surprised. I had black hair that didn't spike up like the rest of my family. My face was a little pudgy and I had eyes that were identifiable as extremely dark brown. The rest of my body, well, was just how a toddler looked like. I would have to look at myself again in the future.
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Now that I was three, I had finally been allowed to go to a festival! The next one was Tanabata, and it was three days from now. Takeshi and I went to the shrine, just to check it out. They were preparing for the festival, and it looked exciting.
Three days later, I was starting to regret coming here. It seemed like most of the main guardians were here.
"EXTREME! You have to join my boxing club!" Ryohei yelled, from somewhere.
"No, herbivore, if you keep disrupting the peace, then I will bite you to death," Hibari replied.
I started to run again, with Takeshi and my father closely following me. When I started to speed up, I ran into somebody.
"Oh, Sawada-san, fancy meeting you here!" my father called out.
"Hello, Yamamoto-san! It's nice to see you as well!" Tsuna's mother replied.
Tsuna himself, by the way, was hiding behind his mother's legs.
Takeshi laughed. "Hello, Tsuna! I didn't expect to see you here!"
"…He-Hello, Yamamoto-kun. I didn't expect to see you here either," Tsuna replied.
"Who's that with you?" Tsuna asked.
"Oh, that's my little brother Hisashi. Hisashi, say hi!" Takeshi answered.
"Hisashi? Hisashi?" Takeshi asked me, trying to get my attention.
Meanwhile, I was in my own thoughts. This person, right in front of me, will lead me to probably become a Mafioso. Then again, there is always the possibility that Sawada Tsunayoshi wouldn't become Vongola Decimo. KHR, after all, has several canonical universes. Nothing's saying that he's going to become Vongola Decimo. I didn't exist in the canon timeline. Maybe in the gun feud that killed Enrico didn't happen. Or, the bullet that killed him missed a little bit. Hell, the only difference could be that I exist and a pear was in a different spot. I seriously wished this series didn't delve into time travel. Time travel always makes things complicated.
I soon realized that Takeshi had been calling out to me for a while now, and he was starting to get worried.
"Hm? Oh, my name is Yamamoto Hisashi. It's nice to meet you," I say to Tsuna, who looks like he's going to piss his pants.
"…He-Hello. It's nice to meet you. My name is Sa-Sawada Tsunayoshi, but you can call me Ts-Tsuna."
"Tuna?" I ask, not quite hearing him right.
"N-No, Tsuna," he repeated.
"Oh, okay Runa," I say, just teasing with him.
"It's Tsuna!" Tsuna said, not stuttering this time.
"Okay then, let's go get takoyaki!" I say running while pulling his wrist.
I killed Tsuna. Almost. I mean, come on, just because I ran into Hibari during my crazy stunt, I ran off as fast as I could while tossing Tsuna to the pack of wolves that is Hibari.
So now I'm lost. Again. I should really think before doing things like that. I decide to go to the shrine. I took a deep breath, and frowned. I didn't want to do this, but it was the only way to let Takeshi and my father know where I was. They told me to do this when I got lost.
"TTTTTHHHHHHHEEEEEE PPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCAAAAAKKKKKKKKEEEEE FFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!" I screamed.
I said, no screamed, it again.
"We finally found you!" Takeshi said, running with our father.
My dad looked at me sternly. "You know you shouldn't do things like that, Hisashi."
I cast puppy dog eyes at him, and he relented. Using it to my advantage, I faked tears, and said, "Sorwy."
I smirked in my head as he looked like he was having a crisis. I have manipulative tendencies, now that I think about it.
"Dad! Hisashi! Let's go to the bamboo tree and write down our wishes for Tanabata!" Takeshi yelled, completely breaking my illusion of being the best toddler you could ever ask for, so I scowled.
On the tree, I decided to write down a perfectly normal wish for a toddler. What I wrote down was to control the world from the shadows and have it under my feet. When I asked my father to hang it on the tree, he snorted after he read it.
What? It's a perfectly normal wish for toddler at the age of 3.
We had to pack up and go home. It was so much fun, but I knew it had to end. It would be a Saturday tomorrow, so I asked Takeshi if he wanted to go to Namimori Middle School's baseball field. Takeshi nearly had stars in his eyes when I said we should go there. He was so excited; he packed every single baseball thing he had, and he practically dashed the entire way there, without stopping once. It seemed that he had run out of energy when we made it.
I gazed at him disapprovingly. "Don't run out of energy before we get there!"
"Sorry, sorry."
When we get to the dugout, he seems to have gotten all his energy back in an instant. Takeshi begins to yell as soon as we get inside. "Woah! Woah! Woah!"
I look on, amused. He's really enjoying this. I looked around and soon, I found the track team track. I started to look around; it was quite a run. I knew that I wouldn't be able to complete it with my short and stubby legs. Then, I looked up at the roof. I knew that Takeshi would try to commit suicide from there one day, but it would be seven years before that happened.
We went home. Takeshi still had stars in his eyes, and exclaimed, "I can't wait for middle school!"
I refused the urge to roll my eyes at that; it was a perfectly normal thing. After that, I watched as Takeshi started to wipe down the tables.
We did the same thing practically every weekend. When Takeshi was at school, he always told everyone what we did over the weekend. He did, however, unintentionally twist the truth a little bit. Since I was starting to get taller, I could've passed off for a five year old. Because of this, Takeshi thought I was five. When he told this to my father and me, we both looked at him like: Seriously?
"What?" Takeshi asks.
"I'm/He's three!" We both shout at the same time.
"Really? Why is he so tall then?"
"You're tall too!"
Takeshi looked at us, and then ran upstairs. I started to count in my head. '5…4…3…2…1,' and sure enough, I hear from upstairs, "Woah! I'm tall!"
My father and I look at each other, and we start to chuckle, until it becomes full blown out laughing.
Extra: How Hisashi took Takeshi's bat.
It was April Fools, so not only was it my father's birthday, it meant I got to prank someone for it. I decided that my victim would be Takeshi, and I was going to take that baseball bat of his, so I needed to do it today, since he would be at school. Carefully, I got a stool and climbed it till I could reach his bat.
THUNK! I couldn't hold it because it was heavy for my 3 year old body, and it clanged to the ground.
"Hisashi, what are you doing?" My father asked.
"Nothing," I burbled back.
Dragging the baseball bat on the ground, I started to look around for a place to hide it. I thought that Takesushi had more hiding places than this, but no, apparently not.
I decided to hide it in a far off corner of a closet, so I dragged the stool back to where it was.
When Takeshi came home that day, you could say he was surprised. He burst into tears as soon as he figured out that it was lost. I was feeling pretty guilty, so I decided to fake running around, looking for it. I made that far off corner one of my last searching places and when I presented it back to him, he looked so overjoyed. But then he looked at me suspiciously.
"Where was it, Hisashi?" Takeshi asked.
"In the closet," I said, not daring to look at his eyes.
He connected the dots quickly, and he started to stretch my face.
"Ow! Owwww…"
"It was you!" Takeshi said, looking positively murderous.
He stretched my face in all directions, and soon, my face hurt everywhere.
"So, Hisashi, do you have anything to say?" Takeshi asked me.
"…I'm sorry," I mumbled, feeling ashamed.
"Ok then! Now it's fine, since I pulled your face like that," Takeshi said.
That taught me a lesson to never, ever, take anything baseball related from Takeshi again.
A/N: Hello! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Sorry that this is late, I had a lot to do this week, and I couldn't write as much as I wanted to.
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sarahgri99: I don't plan on making Hisashi a child assassin; I'll probably get him involved late Mukuro Arc, or late Daily Life Arc. If it were me, I'd try to avoid Mafia at all costs, so that he could at least have the illusion of a normal life.
TheRealDeal44: Thanks!