Chapter 1: First Impressions

Story: Nine Years

Written by: latenightfangirl

Summary: Life was never kind to Sawada Tsunayoshi. It was one thing after the other, and for nine years Tsuna learned a few new things. Of course no matter what universe, he can never break free of the craziness his life entails. AU, slight Nana bashing, slight Iemitsu bashing, pairings undecided

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Amano Akira does!

Tsuna woke up with a fever. His nose was stuffed, his face flushed, and the coughing. Oh God, the coughing. It was horrible. It was dreadful. Tsuna hated getting sick. He could barely go ten seconds without bending over in a coughing fit. This was hell. And Tsuna knew hell very well. He met his fair share of traumatic experiences, and getting sick was definitely something to be wary of.

Well maybe he was exaggerating it. But it was still bad. When he was sick, all his senses got jumbled up… and he couldn't tell if that was just a splitting head ache or his intuition acting up again.

It's probably nothing important…

Tsuna dragged himself out of his comfy, soft, warm- No! Get a hold of yourself! He begrudgingly flopped his achy body down the stairs to make breakfast.

Tsuna pondered over making soup. On one hand, it would ease his throat of that horrible scratchy feeling- but on the other hand, he really wanted something sweet…

Another fit of coughs made the decision much easier.

Soup it is then.

Before Tsuna could get the pot ready the door bell rang, making his headache escalate a few more degrees.

He looked at the door. Then the pot. Then the door. And back to the pot.

Another splitting head ache incurred its fearsome wrath on his head as the door bell rang again.

Tsuna set the pot down on the counter and trudged his horrifyingly tired body to the door.

"I'm coming," he rasped. He put his hand on the door knob and twisted it pulling the door open. He saw that no one was standing there, is it a prank?

Then he looked down and his eyes widened as far as they could in his sleepy state. Below, staring up at him in poorly concealed surprise, was a toddler in a high-quality tailored suit and a fedora, with a shiny yellow pacifier hanging from his neck-

"Primo?"

"A-arcobaleno," Tsuna stuttered out. "ARCOBALENO?!" Tsuna fell on his behind (painfully, if I might add), and proceeded to screech like a banshee. Or tried. It was more of a hissed out, "hiiiiie!"

Reborn waited patiently at the door step for the door to be answered.

His new student was detailed as, "has horrible grades, no friends, weak, and known as 'Dame-Tsuna' by his classmates."

The picture that was included was a little outdated and not of the best quality. It was blurry, as if the boy was moving when it was taken. From what Reborn could make out, he has caramel brown hair and chest nut brown eyes. He has a short stature in his physical data, and-

How much longer is he going to make me wait?

Reborn pressed the door bell again and waited. He heard a quiet, "I'm coming," from inside. It was his student, Sawada Tsunayoshi. His voice sounded raspy. It was probably from a cold…

Reborn heard the door knob twist and it opened to reveal a sight Reborn was not prepared for.

Standing before him was the carbon copy of Vongola Primo.

The blonde hair in the exact cut sticking up naturally, and his sky blue eyes which drifted down to Reborn.

The word slipped of his tongue before he knew it,

"Primo."

The blonde's eyes were on the Sun Arcobaleno Pacifier as he stuttered out, "A-arcobaleno." This brought Reborn back to reality. He had lost his cool.

"ARCOBALENO?!" The blonde fell on rump unsophisticatedly. He then let out a sound similar to a screech, but quieter and raspier. Definitely a cold. His face was flush. There was tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, and his chestnut eyes were hazed over. Chestnut?

That's right. This is Sawada Tsunayoshi, future Vongola Decimo. But he's not supposed to know about the mafia, let alone the Arcobaleno.

"Ciaossu," Reborn began, "I'm the home tutor."

"Home tutor?"

"I won't repeat myself."

"Oh," Tsuna blinked. He wheezed another fit of absurdly annoying coughs. He stood up slowly as not to lose his balance, then brushed off his pajama pants. "Well, come on in. I was about to make soup because of my cold, as you can see, but I can make some drinks as well." He waved his hand in a motion signally Reborn to enter, which he took.

Reborn sat at the kitchen table as he observed his student.

'Is he an imposter? A spy from another Famiglia?' Reborn kept his calculating stare on his student as he finished the last preparations of the meal.

Tsuna sat his bowl of hot, delicious- Focus. Focus, focus, focus…

He placed the cup of espresso in front of Reborn before settling down in his own chair across from him. Reborn eyed the cup warily. Tsuna sighed.

"I assure you, it's not poisoned." Reborn swiftly switched his glare from the drink to Tsuna.

"Who are you?"

"Sawada Tsunayoshi," Tsuna took a sip from the bowl of soup. "But you can call me Tsuna."