AN: Hello~ Kisa/Kage are back again! Lately, we've really gotten back into our love for KHR so here! The title comes from the song Keira Knightley sang in the movie 'Begin Again' which sparked a scene that sparked this fic. At 2 in the morning. Ahh~ Keira's voice is so sweet~

Disclaimer! We are just one fujoshi who have a lot of time in her hands. We do not own KHR or its characters. ALSO! This fic is slightly AU! And we may interpret characters a little differently. But we hope you enjoy~

Prologue: Unlucky

"THIS YEAR YOU WILL BE MET WITH MISFORTUNE SEEN ONLY ONCE IN TEN GENERATIONS! GO AND VISIT A SHRINE AT ONCE!"

"Huh?" Our story starts with him. Sawada Tsunayoshi, a 3rd year at Namimori Middle School. Tsunayoshi or Tsuna as everyone calls him was your ordinary below-the-average teenager. Tsuna was no stranger to his no-good qualities: his poor intellect, his abysmal physical skills and his terrible luck. So when Tsuna was stopped on the way to home by a fortune-teller screaming about his 'once in ten generations of misfortune', he didn't pay too much heed to the warning.

"HURRY!" The fortune-teller continued yelling. "GO TO THE NAMIMORI TEMPLE NOW!" He yelled, jabbing a finger at the direction of the shrine which coincidentally was in the direction of his home. "GO GO! QUICK!"

"H-hai." Tsuna said, walking towards his destination (home, not the temple) while trying and failing to draw the stares and whispers away from himself. 'Geez. What was with that man?' Tsuna sighed to himself. He has been meeting a lot of weirdos lately at the Namimori town. Tsuna ignored the thought and continued his way home when... "Hieee!" The ground under him just fell away.

"Ahahaha! What a loser! He didn't even see such an obvious trap!"

"That's dame-Tsuna for you!"

Ah yes. Our protagonist was so dame that even elementary grade neighborhood kids bullied him.

"Mou! Give me a break!" Tsuna cried, pulling himself out of the dug-up hole in the ground. At least the groceries that Tsuna had set out to buy were safe. He really had such bad luck. When Tsuna dusted himself off and looked up, he found himself standing right in front of his house. Those kids! Digging holes in front of other people's homes. He was going to have a very fierce (meaning hesitant) talk with those kids' parents tomorrow morning! "I'm home." Tsuna called out of habit, to an empty home.

His irresponsible father had swept in like a storm last week, completely unexpected and to the horrible shock of Tsuna who had believed that his father was dead since he was five. And after a piss poor explanation of his 'death', ("How the hell is being told his father had died at the age of 5 romantic?" Tsuna had screeched at his airily laughing parents) his father had whisked his mother away for some much needed reunion. The blond man just picked up his gentle brown-haired beauty in a bridal style hold and left, laughing and emitting hearts everywhere. They did not even pack or brought luggage with them! ("Why are you guys in such a newlywed honeymoon couple mood even after so many years?!" Tsuna had cried as his parents ran off into the sunset, laughing and giggling without a care).

God bless his mother's soul, because an hour or so after she was gone, he got a phone call from her which detailed how long they'd be gone for (the whole friggin' year was the answer) and how Tsuna needn't worry because the fridge and pantry were well stocked and his papa will be depositing money into his account every week. When Tsuna did check his internet banking account later on, he'd spit out the water he was drinking and gawked at the computer screen. 'Did construction workers earn that much money?!'

Tsuna sighed to himself and split his disposable pair of wooden chopsticks. This was the first time Tsuna was living alone and this was the first time he'd cooked for himself. 'Dear Ka-san, please don't worry about me. I, Sawada Tsunayoshi, will manage somehow.' Tsuna thought to himself. "Itadakimasu." Tsuna slurped down on the cup ramen. 'Hm... not bad, but maybe the seafood one would have been tastier.' He thought.

BOOM! CRANK!

Tsuna looked up at the loud noises, his cheeks still full of chicken curry flavored ramen and a string of noodles still hanging from his lips when the glass door that led to the front yard was shattered. "?!" A battered man followed through, slumping onto the now sparkly and not to mention, very sharp floor. A couple other men jumped through the shattered entrance, looking around wildly and upon spotting Tsuna, screamed out in an alien language.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The four men fell. By now, Tsuna's jaw had dropped and spilled out the contents of his mouth to the dining table. Ew. Another man stepped through into the destroyed living room calmly. THERE WAS A GUN IN HIS HANDS! "Hm. I thought the house would've been empty." A pleasantly deep voice that promised Tsuna hell and high waters said. The man was looking over at Tsuna! The shadowed face of the man grimaced and one of his hands went to his ribs. He quickly recovered and smirked at the positively terrified and the 'very-VERY-close-to-bawling-his-eyes-out-in-fear' expression on Tsuna's face. "Chaos." He greeted, before a gun was raised and pointed in Tsuna's direction. "You are going to offer me your assistance. Or die."

"Hieee!"

A distant thought came into Tsuna's mind. A misfortune seen only once in ten generations. Could this be what the fortune-teller was talking about?! Tsuna was starting to regret not visiting the Namimori Temple when he had the chance.

Mou! = 'Geez!' or 'Come on!'

Itadakimasu =Let's eat (this is something people say before they begin eating)