Hi hi~~

Another new fic- Yup sorry guys I couldn't resist. But I had fun writing this soooo yeah, guess you'll just have to deal with it lol

It's different to the stuff I usually try to write- especially style wise I guess. Please tell me whatcha think~

Anyway

Enjoy~~


Tsuna isn't crazy. Not really. Maybe a little bit.

But isn't everyone a little bit crazy?

Tsuna snorted at that.

If everyone holds the same amount of crazy then no one would be crazy. He reprimanded to himself. And Tsuna was certainly not no one.

Or are you?

Wow the voice in his head really was such an ass sometimes.

Well you aren't no picnic either, sunshine. It retorted.

"God your such a douche." He muttered.

I know you are but what am I?

The brunette ignored it, deciding to choose the more entertaining option of staring long and hard at his mirror.

He had hair that defied gravity so points for that. But no special hair colour to make him stand out so he was probably not a main character. Of course he wasn't a background character either. His face wasn't blurred like most of the other people in his class.

Maybe a supporting role? The voice in his head suggested dryly.

'Oh, oh maybe I'm like an anti-hero? They're pretty cool.'

Usually you have to be more badass to be an anti-hero. Or crazy.

'I can totally pull of being a BAMF.'

Tsuna mentally glared at the invisible voice laughing hysterically. With a slight huff he continued narrating his looks. 'Don't want to confuse the readers after all.'

Like the readers would care about your appearance.

'Oh shut up. Everyone loves the anti-hero.'

A castrated puppy with three legs could pull off the role better than you.

The brunette wrinkled his nose at the image. Really that guy can be such a weirdo. Luckily he wasn't like that.

Now where was he? Oh right, describing himself- Rather narcissistically - 'oh fuck you. Not you, dear readers. Well... Unless you really want to.' The teen laughed at that before moving his mind back to the activity at hand.

His eyes were too big for a boy. Not to mention his figure was far too slender for fighting. Actually he did look kinda girlish.. Oh god was he in one of those BL mangas? Was he going to have a harem of men at his beck and call?! 'I mean not that I'm completely against it but, still,' Of course in comics these days not all fighters had huge bulging muscles. Maybe he was one of those androgynous guys who kicks ass? That would be cool. Not that he would have minded being the guy with no powers but makes up for it with sarcasm and snarky one-liners.

Tsuna grinned at his reflection. Yes. That must be his role. After all he didn't remember being raised by lions or running away from some corrupted twist of fate or evil organization. It would be a pity if this was one of those plot twists where he hit his head on a rock and forgot it all. But those stories suck anyway.

Hey, I rather like those plot twists. His other voice protested. Tsuna looked thoughtful at that before replying,

'Oh. Well then you suck too.'

With a nod of affirmation at nobody in particular the brunette began readying himself for school.


Tie? Check.

Shirt tucked? Check.

Homework done? Meh. Yeah, you're right.

Knife? Check.

"All done!" He chirped proudly once again to his empty room. Of course only silence answered back but the teen somehow was satisfied with this. Silence was the wind's way of not objecting.

With that in mind the teen grabbed his school bag and opened his window.

"Okaa-san! I'm leaving!"

Tsuna heard a faint noise of affirmation by his mother downstairs and chuckling almost maniacally he pushed himself over the edge.


The neighbors walking past watched with an exasperated smile as the infamous teen like clockwork each morning jumped out his bedroom window, landing gracefully like a cat on the ground. Sometimes the boy will do a few flips or other such tricks when in the mood or to entertain the younger kids who almost always comes to watch when they have time.

"Hup!" Tsuna exclaimed as he stood up from the ground, striking those poses professional gymnasts use at the end of their routines. He was met with amused clapping from his impromptu audience, especially from the younger ones making the teen give a playful smile and dramatically bow. At that moment the main door opened where a smiling Nana stepped out of the door, bento box in hand. "Tsu-kun catch!"

Wasting no time whatsoever Tsuna backflipped, just managing in catching the orange box in the process. It smelt like chicken. Mmmm. Chicken.

"Thanks okaa-san!"

"Be safe Tsu-kun!"

The brunette snorted at that. Safe? There was no way he wasn't going to be in danger! He was Sawada Tsunayoshi- possible supporting character slash anti-hero in an anime universe!

No, that has never been confirmed.

Do not listen to that kill joy over there good readers. He will hunt you down and kick your puppies. And not in the good way.

How is there a good- you know what. Never mind. I don't even.

So yes he was going to live a life of awesome danger and fighting and other such things, well unless this is one of those lame shoujo, romance, slice of life crap. If it was he was going to move to a different universe. At least in the Yaoi-verse he'll get a harem.

Of course even badass anti-hero characters should respect their mother's decisions. Especially if said mother made the best food in the entire world.

With a wave the brunette began running to school, taking extra time to practice his new parkour techniques, adding a few flips for extravagant measure.

Fucking show-off.

'Oh pish you like the flashiness just as much as me. You're just jealous.'


He managed to make it to school on time. Exactly- five minutes late. While all the students around him were paling and panicking Tsuna flashed an almost deranged grin which only widened when he saw his favorite prefect coming toward him. Perfect.

Call him by his first name. He likes that.

"Good morning Kyouya-san!"

The skylark scowled darkly. "Omnivore you are late again."

Told you.

"I know~ I do it just for you darling~" the brunette smiled cheekily, the raven haired teen didn't know whether to let a vein pop or smirk amused. This blatant show of disrespect in the strange crazy omnivore had become almost a daily ritual between the two. While Hibari wouldn't admit it, he found himself actually looking forward to their morning spars, Tsuna was probably the only person he regarded in this place that was worth his time. That didn't mean he wasn't going to properly discipline the brunette for being late though. Not by a long shot.

"I'll bite you to death."

Tsuna wolf whistled. "Kinky Kyouya-san. But let's focus on the fight first ne?"

Tone it down Tsuna. For all we know there are underage viewers here.

'Please,' he inwardly scoffed, 'have you seen Shrek? Those kids can't even spell double entendre much less get it. Besides it gives the fangirls something to busy themselves with.'

God. You- you would just make the worst main character ever.

'Uh- Rude.'

The battle took a good half hour, Hibari was strong, it still impressed the teen that someone his age could make holes in the cement. Of course Kyoko's brother could do that with his fists which was much more impressive, though when the brunette mentioned this he noted the very next day the boxer had been effectively 'bitten' to death. Really the older teen could be so cute.

However while the skylark was stronger, Tsuna was more flexible and agile and knew it. Flipping and dodging and using his surroundings to his advantage the fight was always an entertaining sight to watch. The vicious, wild strength dancing a violent dance with playful, gracefully lethal skill. A violent yet beautiful tango only the two could weave. Students would usually opt to watching the rather captivatingly dangerous scene by the school gates than listen to their first period class, sometimes there were pangs of envy as they heard delighted laughter from below. Of course that quickly passed when they realized that the only person who could laugh in a fight with Hibari Kyouya was Crazy-Tsuna.

By the end of the fight both were panting, bruised and beaten. But they both had large happy smiles on their faces. Okay more Tsuna than the skylark but Hibari still had the faintest upturned hint of a smile and that really was the same wasn't it?

No.

'Oh shut it. No one asked for your opinion.'


"Ohayo! Sorry for being late guys!"

The entire class and teacher looked at the disheveled teen that had entered shamelessly into the class in the last fifteen minutes of First Period. Then as one shrugged it off like it was an everyday occurrence. Which it was. The teachers no longer could even find the energy to protest against such behaviour. Just chalked it up to being one of the quirks of Crazy-Tsuna.

With a wide grin the brunette strode to the closest empty desk. Seemed like they had a seating change. Too bad. He liked his previous seat by the window. Always got to see the sky.

It was the best view in the class. The voice agreed for once.

"Mnhm," Tsuna nodded to himself, "Though a seat next to the halls is pretty okay too."

"Care to repeat what your mumbling about Sawada? I'm sure the class and I are very interested to know" The teacher- Nezu sensei asked rather haughtily. Tsuna never liked him very much. Boring and rushed. It's like he doesn't even know what he's teaching.

Rolling his honey hazel eyes non too discretely the teen took a deep breath, "I SAID." A few students were trying hard not to laugh. "THIS SEAT NEXT TO THE HALLS IS PRETTY OKAY TOO. IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WISH TO KNOW NEZU-SENSEI?! MY PET GOLDFISH'S NAME? MY PHONE NUMBER? OR MAYBE YOU ARE VERY INTERESTED TO KNOW THE COLOUR OF MY UNDERWE-"

"That's enough Sawada!" The flustered teacher shushed hurriedly, his face a strange shade of red. "J-just sit back down so we can continue the class."

"OKAY."

Good work pissing off the teacher moron.

'Oh come off it you twat that was funny. And you don't like him either.'

Yeah but I'm not failing his class.

'Technically you are.'

...Shut up and pay attention.


"Aaaahh!" Tsuna sighed dramatically as the bell rung, signalling the class was over. "Thank god! Can we go home now?"

The person in front of him laughed at this and turned around, amber eyes sparkling in amusement. Ah. He's that popular guy in class. Plays a sport. Ummm..

You don't remember his name?

'Can you give me a hint? Pleeaassse?'

The voice sighed. Jeez why is the voice in his head such an asshole?

It's Yamamoto Takeshi. The star baseball player on the school's team.

'Uh... Can I get another hint?'

I-I legitimately don't even know how I could give you one.

'Shhh. The guy is talking now.'

*sighs*

"Maa maa, it's only third period now Tsuna." The unnamed teenager laughed with a smile.

'That smile is totally fake. Should I tell him?'

Don't do that.

'Why not?'

It's rude.

'But it's like telling someone they got food on their face or that their hair is a mess or that they do look fat in that dress!'

Only one of those comparisons isn't completely horrible but yes I see your point.

'So?'

I don't know. I don't care. Just point it out when it seems appropriate or something.

'Well aren't you just the best guardian angel aren't you?'

I'm not a guardian angel.

'Wha- Seriously?'

Just go back to your goddamn conversation idiot.

"I'm sorry could you repeat that?" The brunette asked after a few moments of silence. Unnamed guy looked at him funny but complied anyway.

"Whaa- third period still?! But it's soo boring." He moaned, hitting his head softly on the desk.


Yamamoto Takeshi looked at the smaller teen amusedly. So this was Crazy-Tsuna. He'd surprisingly never really got to talk with the guy despite being in the same class. They always seemed to find themselves on opposite sides of the classroom but the baseball star had heard so much about the other.

Tsuna was infamous for his weird quirks, always doing whatever interests him and proclaiming they lived in some sort of manga-verse or whatever. However regardless of that he was somehow popular and well-liked by many. People looked at him in awe for being able to fight and survive Hibari Kyouya, they liked that the brunette never seemed to judge them and always seemed to get the best advice from him. And they were entranced by his moves which made it look like he could fly so freely in their small little town.

Yamamoto wanted to be friends with this strange crazy teen. He didn't care how popular he was, he so badly wanted a real friend, one who didn't put pressure on him, that didn't depend on him or only see him as just an athlete. He wanted a friend who looked at him as an equal, who didn't judge nor care about his performance in baseball. And ever since his eyes met Tsuna's a few months back, something drew him to the strange teen and he knew somehow that he'll find that person, that friend he'd always wanted, in the brunette.

"Oh, by the way- what's your name again?"

Probably.


"Yo Kyouya-san! Kusakube-san!" The teen greeted as he politely barged into the Disciplinary Committee room like he owned the place. The two looked up from their paperwork at the rude intrusion however while the taller of the two smiled and waved, the poutier of the two just grunted in response.

"Hello Tsuna-kun." Kusakube greeted, all too used to most of Tsuna's strange antics and rude entrances. Of course last week when the teen thought it would be funny to swing through the window and land on the skylark's desk definitely brought out a whole new level of heart attack to say the least. "We still have a few more pages to go through till we're finished so if you please just wait-"

"Hand me a page then."

"-excuse me?" Now both the Disciplinary Committee members stared at the brunette, his hand outstretched and a serious look on his face. "No person should miss out on lunchtime for paperwork so I'll help." The youngest teen explained with his logic.

Kusakabe hesitated as he chose one of the documents to give to the teen. It wasn't that he didn't like the brunette. On the contrary, Tsuna never failed to entertain and fill the room with a thrill of energy you couldn't describe to an outsider. Even Hibari gets a little less tense when the brunette was around. However the delinquent looking male had never really seen the younger male ever.. work. He'd seen him talk to himself, he'd seen him try to feed hard-boiled eggs to a pigeon and he'd even seen him running around town in his underwear chased by rabbits. But work? Voluntarily? That was new and frankly... a little disturbing.

"Let the Omnivore help." Came the prefect's disgruntled voice. Reluctantly Kusakabe handed the document before moving back to his leader's side.

"Kyouya-san I still don't think-" The elder teen's whisper was abruptly cut off.

"Focus on your own work Kusakabe. Sawada Tsunayoshi has done this before."

Surprised but unwilling to disrespect his orders he just focused on his own work.

Ten minutes later the brunette gave a big grin, waving his now finished document in his hand. "Done!" Kusakabe stared. It may have been quite an easy task to do granted but it should have took at least fifteen minutes even for him. With a nod he as casually as he could scanned the paper, completely shocked that almost everything had been done perfectly. There were a few mistakes but not big enough to point out or needed to really change. The right hand of the Disciplinary Committee stared at the document, then at a beaming Tsuna, then back to the document. "B-but you, no offence, but how?"

Tsuna shrugged. "None taken. Apparently I can be pretty smart when I want to."

"Apparently?!"

The brunette shot him a weird look. "Yeah. Have you not seen my tests?"

Hibari scowled. "You're still doing that?"

Tsuna shrugged again, a shit-eating grin on his face. "What can I say, I think it's hilarious."

"What's he doing with his tests?"

The skylark glared at the brunette teen before getting up to take out a certain Sawada's file from the cabinet. Tossing the heavy file to his second in command he then proceeded to continue the last of his work. As Kusakabe flipped through the paper his brow scrunched up in confusion. "I don't understand. All I see is some test marks. Rather abysmal ones too."

The brunette pouted cutely. "Noo, look at the first five test scores and times them all together."

Kusakabe frowned deeper, not fully convinced but did as he was told anyway, curiosity practically eating him. Taking a calculator out he began pushing the numbers.

30, 15, 4, 10, 29.2- how did he even get 0.2?!

Finally he saw the finally number. And stared.

"And this is on purpose?"

"Hn." Hibari grunted in annoyance. "Every five test scores."

Tsuna laughed. "Kyouya-san is the only one who figured it out, but I guess that's to be expected since he loOoves me~"

The brunette was met with the end of a tonfa. Though he decided it wise not to comment about the ever so slight blush adorning his favourite skylark's cheeks. Rubbing his bruising arm Tsuna just laughed again.

"So- can we have lunch now?"


'You know that if we are part of an anime world obviously we gotta be part of a group or organization right?'

Obviously. The voice snorted. Tsuna ignored the condescension in it. He'd gotten better at it after practicing for all his life after all.

'I think it'll definitely be some sort of save the world type of shit. Like the government or some secret agent or maybe even the police force or something!'

Considering our luck and.. controversial personality- we'll probably get roped into some drug ring or mafia family or God knows what shady thing.

Tsuna had to laugh at his other voice's exasperated tone. As annoying as the intangible invisible person was inside his head, it did have its moments and those moments the brunette would not trade for the world. Maybe. If the unlikely offer comes along he would have to think about it.

'Nah, I really think we'll end up somewhere awesome, doing great stuff and helping tons of people! Not in some stupid mafia thing. Of course I won't deny we won't get into anything shady.'

Che. Yeah right. It scoffed but the brunette could hear the mirth from it. It was a voice in his head after all, of course he could hear every emotion no matter how cleverly hidden. Annoyingly it worked both ways though.

'Oh? Wanna bet asshole?'

... I'm listening.

Tsuna grin like a madman, especially so since he was still in the middle of walking in the streets and people were actively avoiding him. Not that he cared. He and the voice inside his head may argue on many things but betting and gambling were not one of them.

"Loser has to buy the other an ice cream cone." Okay Tsuna didn't say his stakes were going to be high. He may be a little crazy but he wasn't insane.

Of course it then suddenly occurred to him that he'd announced that out loud. An adult passing by just stared at him and turned to walk the exact way he came from. So maybe he looked a little insane. Doesn't mean he was.

Note to self: Must use inside voice.

Hmmm.. Fine, I accept your conditions. If I win I want honeycomb ice cream covered in melted chocolate with rainbow sprinkles.

The teen made a face at that. 'Urgh. You know I hate that flavor damn you. Ok then if I win I want my ice cream to be chocolate, covered in honey and crushed nuts.'

The voice made retching noises. God you're a fucking monster.

There was a moment of silence before they burst out laughing. It was a nice feeling. Laughter echoing inside his head as he laughed. Yeah. Wouldn't trade this for the world.


The next day Tsuna decided for a change of pace and actually wake up early for a change. It'll be okay, he'll take the time to enjoy his okaa san's breakfast now. Walking down the stairs with a lazy yawn he gave a rare soft yet brilliant and warm smile to his mother. "Morning okaa san."

His mum must have ESP or something because she always knew whenever Tsuna wanted to eat downstairs no matter how random the whim. The brunette asked her one time and she just giggled. Said it was mother's intuition. Wonder how he could get that.

"Morning Tsu-kun! I've cooked bacon and eggs!"

God isn't that just the best?

"Oh also I hired a home tutor for you!"

God isn't that just the worst?

"A 'OM UMNMOR?!" The teen exclaimed, mouth already crammed with crispy bacon, an egg and a large bite of toast.

Ugh you are such a pig.

'Shut up voice! This is not the time!'

Tutors meant studying which was boring. Home tutors meant studying full time. Which was even boring-er. Plus he couldn't escape this person if they were living in his house! There is only so long before he'll get inevitably captured and tied down, forced to learn the history of no one gives a crap or the chemical equation of I don't fucking care or worse- trigonometry. Tsuna shuddered. The horror.

Maybe we can convince mum otherwise? The voice suggested, for once, helpfully. It seemed it didn't want to suffer through that either.

'Yeah! Plus she knows that we can do it when we put our minds to it!'

Worse comes to worse we'll insist Kyouya tutors us.

'It'll save on money.'

And there wouldn't be a stranger living in our house.

'Were my grades that bad?'

When given the question 'Name the limitations of the Standard Reduction Potentials or some crap like that in Chemistry,' you wrote and I quote, 'There are no limitations if you put your mind to it.'

'But didn't I get a 72% on that test?'

Not the point Tsuna. Not. The. Point.

"Okaa san~~" the brunette whined, "A home tutor is like totes a waste of money! Can't we just get Kyouya-san to help me? I mean he isn't like some creepy stranger not to mention like totally hot~"

If that wasn't the creepiest thing that ever came from your mouth I would've been actually a little impressed at how well you sounded like such a bitch.

'Why thank you. I've had practice from listening to you all the time.'

I do nOT-

'You know I'm joking, love you sweetie!' Internally Tsuna sighed. That'll stop the inevitable bitch fest for now.

You know I can hear you.

Ah. Right. Voice inside my head. Forgot that. Sorry.

"-too late for it now. He's coming today."

"Wait. WHAT?!"

Crap. Run Tsuna RUN.

Stuffing two strips of bacon- the edge of betrayal against his mother softened at the delicious taste- in his mouth the brunette bolted out of his house. He didn't even change from his bright orange sweatpants.

It was a pity considering all the effort to leave the home the first thing he did was to trip on an infant. Flipping over at the last second the brunette managed to save his face from the concrete but apparently not his dignity as he landed painfully on his delicate *snort* 'Shut. up.' ass.

"FU-" The teen looked at the infant who was staring unblinkingly back at him. "-UDGE. FUDGE CAKES. YEAH."

Smooth.

'Hey I couldn't exactly swear in front of a two year old! Not even one that obnoxiously has a fedora.'

Still. Fudge cakes?

"Are you okay kid?" Tsuna asked out of politeness. There was something off about the baby, fedora aside. Like-

He's much more then he lets on?

'Come on man don't interrupt my internal monologue. I actually sounded pretty cool back there.'

But seriously. It feels like he's dangerous.

'Yeah I get that too. But still I couldn't not go ask he was okay after tripping h-'

"OW! What the-"

"Ciaossu."

Honey brown glared at the suited infant that kicked him in his head. Damn Tsuna wasn't even aware babies could do that!

"Uh, yeah. Um. Chow siew to you too."

He got another kick for that. Tsuna was not warming up to this baby at all.

"I'm Reborn. Your new home tutor."

Oh hell no.

'What fucking author thinks up these plot twists?!'

One with a twisted sense of humor.

'Well that probably means our Daily Life Arc is over then huh?'

Fuck. I can't believe that I woke up early for this shit.

'Don't be such a downer, it's finally time for our story to begin!'

Yeah it's time. Tsuna could feel the exasperated smile in the voice.

Finally. The story can begin. Their story can begin.


Reborn waited for the appropriate response from his new student. Screaming. Denial. Maybe bewildered laughter. Hopefully another reason to kick him.

But there was nothing. It was like the brunette was in a whole other conversation. One that he couldn't hear. Finally caramel brown orbs snapped to attention, eyes flickering curiously to the hitman. A wide, dazzling smile made its way onto the teen's face, not a maniacal grin, not a triumphant smirk but a beautiful, delighted, excited, dangerous smile.

"Is there anything else you want to share?" The question was so full on barely restrained hope and eagerness, like Tsuna already knew that there was more to his facade. That he knew and was thrilled about it.

It completely threw Reborn off.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you a government spy? An alien? From a kingdom far, far away? Don't tell me your just an infant tutor, what are you not telling me?" Tsuna's eyes sparkled and breath quickened in exhilaration. Each word a mix of childish curiosity and seductive need. That breathless, flushed appearance was rather sinful in Reborn's opinion.

Not wanting to reveal he was actually flustered at this reaction, not to mention the strange warm squirming in his chest, the infant transformed Leon into gun form. "You're correct. My true line of work as assassination. And my job is to make you a worthy mafia boss."

The bubbly, charming energy dissipated quickly. That addictingly warm and elated, hopeful smile turned into a blank, unreadable expression. The hitman found a part of him actually wishing he hadn't said that now, if only to keep that smile a little while longer.

Then the brunette muttered something that Reborn never thought he'd hear as a response to his announcement before.

"Damn. I owe myself an ice cream now."


Did you like?

Oh BTW just adding- that answer to the test question or whatever- I actually wrote that in my Yr12 WACE Exam lol.

Also did you get the reference to the number on the test scores? It's from Seasons of Love in Rent- you know- 525 600 minutes~