So like I don't know what age Tsuna's turning to, so so… I just used 14 (as in the day of his birthday). Haha, I know. I'm made of extreme fail. orz (and having no interwebz is… devastating. even for just one night. /cries/)

Anyway... I don't own KHR.

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Reborn had once again woke him up by kicking him straight in the stomach, eliciting a yowl and hiss and groan of pain. Not that Tsuna was used to it… which he kinda isn't.

After that kick of pain and a threat of being fed to alligators after being skinned alive with a time bomb strapped in his neck if he's not yet ready for school in the span of three minutes, Tsuna found himself seated in front of the dining table with a perfectly toasted bread and a glass of lukewarm milk waiting for him. He also chanced a look at the clock and noted that he still had an extra hour before he is considered late.

Huh.

Did Reborn just wake him up extra early so that he could eat the (unusual) breakfast his mother prepared for him leisurely?

How peculiar.

But Tsuna didn't ask; he never asked. After all, being the "no good" that he is, he is not entitled to ask about anything. Well, at least that was what he thought. And the fact that Reborn always kicks/punches/(insert more pain-inducing things here) him whenever he asks is something that also prevented him from asking.

So he didn't ask, and ate his toast and drank his milk in silence. A comfortable one at that, which he is highly grateful of.

He finished his breakfast within 10 minutes, and was about to say goodbye when his mom shoved a bento box on his hands. Giving his mom a questioning look, Tsuna only received a smile and a kiss in the cheek, before he was cheerfully shoved out of the house. A good one minute passed before Tsuna realized that he can't really think of any reason for this unusual strangeness that Reborn and his mom are showing. Maybe it's just them.

Maybe.

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It's the first time in… ages that he had walked in a normal pace when going to school. Usually he always ran like there's no tomorrow, Gokudera and Yamamoto at his side.

Which reminds him, where are those two? They weren't in front of his house, which was the usual. Tsuna knows that they arrive in front of his house real early to wait for him; Reborn said they start waiting for him around 3 AM. Tsuna doesn't believe him, because, seriously, who would wake up at that time just to wait for him? That and Tsuna thinks Reborn just said that to make the brunette feel guilty (which will then lead to depression that highly amuses the baby hit man).

Before he knew it, he was already in front of Namimori High. He suddenly felt queasy, seeing as there are hardly any students or staffs that are present in the school this early. Add the fact that Hibari Kyoya, proclaimed protector and disciplinarian of the school (city?), may be around here somewhere, Tsuna weighed his options whether to go inside the school or not.

Deathly silence surrounded him. A gust of wind passed by, giving him shivers. It is October, after all.

Letting out a huge sigh, he started walking towards the school, entering the gates. No sound met him, so he just continued walking and walking until he was standing in front of his classroom's door. He was about to slide it open when something clattered inside, a hiss soon following. Tsuna stilled, hand stopped in midair.

Some tenseness escaped from him when he heard a chuckle, a very familiar one at that. It was answered by another hiss, and Tsuna then decided to open the door.

Gokudera and Yamamoto whipped their heads toward the sliding door, and upon seeing who was behind it, the former gasped and tried to hide something while the latter just smiled his usual smile, albeit a bit warmer.

"T-Tenth!"

"Hey Tsuna!"

Tsuna smiled, walking towards them. "Hello, Gokudera, Yamamoto."

His eyes fell on Gokudera and Yamamoto who were crouching beside his chair and desk. An eyebrow quirked, but Tsuna didn't ask.

"Oh, this. We were-"

"Checking if your chair and desk have bedbugs!" Gokudera immediately cut in, posture like that of a kid caught with his hand inside the cookie jar.

Tsuna blinked, and Yamamoto laughed. Gokudera growled at the baseball lover indignantly.

"Maybe he meant 'termites'."

All three turned to the new comer, who was beaming at them. Tsuna immediately had pink staining his cheeks, stuttering a, "G-good m-mor-morning Kyoko-chan!". He cringed at the sudden shout in the end, but Kyoko just giggled, sauntering over to them.

And without warning, she pecked Tsuna in the spot dangerously close to his lips, making the brunette's face color tomato-red and Gokudera shouting about "molestation" and "indecency". Yamamoto tried to hold him back. Before Tsuna could react (besides blushing furiously and eyeballs nearly bulging out of their sockets), something, or someone, latched on both of his arms.

"Lambo! I know you're cute and all, but I will kiss Tsuna first!"

"Nooooo! The cute Lambo-san will kiss Dame-Tsuna first!"

"Shut up! Not one of you will kiss the Tenth!" Gokudera roared. He was simply ignored.

"U-uhm, guys… wha-"

"Haru kiss!"

"Lambo super kiss!"

And his cheeks were rewarded with a smooch each from Haru and Lambo. Tsuna let out his usual "Hiiiii!?" when the two pulled back, goofy grins adorning their faces. Gokudera once again started his rant about "molestation" and "gang rapes", stopped by Yamamoto from pulling out his dynamites.

"Wha-wha-wha!?"

The brunette whipped his head around, eyes darting from face to face.

"Uhm…" he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "I understand Haru wanting to, uh, give me a kiss, but, Kyoko-chan…?"

The girls merely smiled at him, and Lambo was already gone. Gokudera had also stopped with his ranting and, Yamamoto also, looked at him with questioning eyes. Tsuna returned them back.

"Silly Tsuna," Kyoko said, and Tsuna cringed, waiting for her to say that some demon just possessed her that's why she kissed him. "You really don't remember?"

He blinked. Is it the National Kissing Day today?

Haru let out a laugh. "It's okay, Tsuna! Just count how many kisses you'll receive, and I bet you'll remember!"

"Hey! You're not supposed to tell him that, stupid woman!"

"Hahi! Who're you calling stupid!?"

"Eh? What? Haru, what do you mean…" Tsuna trailed off, seeing as the hyperactive girl is already in a heated argument with his self-proclaimed right-hand man. Tsuna sighed.

"Well, I guess it's my turn, eh," Yamamoto said, his hand falling on Tsuna's shoulder. Tsuna then looked at him, and was immediately aware of his friend's face descending towards his.

"Yama-"

A kiss, dangerously close to his lips again, silenced him. Tsuna's sure that his brain had completely shut down this time. While Kyoko's was unexpected, this is highly (extremely?) unexpected, since its Yamamoto Takeshi, a guy, who's doing the kissing.

Funny that Tsuna didn't feel it the least bit offending though.

He was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't realize Yamamoto being wrenched away from him and now being shouted upon by Gokudera, a hair's breadth away from lighting up multiple dynamites. He was, again, yelling about "molestation" and "not the right way to kiss the Tenth for it defiles the pureness that the Tenth possesses". How poetic.

"Then why don't you show us how to do it?" Yamamoto asked casually, bright smile in place.

Gokudera then sputtered, red coloring his face and neck as he glanced on Tsuna hesitantly. Tsuna blinked, muttering an, "Eh?".

Yamamoto's grin grew wider, and Haru started throwing insults at the Italian for being "chicken" and stuff like that.

"Fine!" he stomped towards Tsuna, cradling the brunette's face gently on his hands. "Watch closely. This is how you kiss the Tenth."

And Tsuna's brain started to panic when his friend's (a guy) started to come closer and closer. But, even though his brain's panicking, his body was unmoving, much to his distress. He just opted for closing his eyes and prayed to the gods that he was just dreaming.

But the touch of lips felt so real. They were soft and trembling against his… forehead.

A second later, and they were gone. Tsuna then opened an eye, followed by the other as he looked at his friend's back. He could see that Gokudera's nape is red, though.

"And that's how you kiss the Tenth!"

"What was that? A granny kiss!? Ewwww," Haru giggled, before running out stating that she'll be late if she stayed any longer. Nice choice, though, since Gokudera's already ready on blowing her up right then and there due to her granny kiss comment.

An arm was slung over his shoulders and he looked up to see Yamamoto smiling down at him. He blushed.

"Well, Tsuna, be sure to keep count of the kisses you receive, ok?"

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Aside from their teacher being late and appearing like he had seen death face to face (which he kinda did, Tsuna supposed. Hibari-san and his subordinates roam the school grounds after all), nothing much more interesting happened.

That is, until they went to the rooftop for lunch.

Hibari wasn't around, so all of them were eating in peace. Suddenly, the door was thrown open, and it revealed Kyoko's big brother, Sasagawa Ryohei. A wild grin was on his lips, and his eyes immediately fell upon Tsuna's form.

"Sawada! As your onii-san, I'll help you remember using the new extreme move I've been taught by Elder PaoPao!"

Tsuna felt apprehension flood his being as Ryohei came closer. Reborn!

"A-ah, Onii-san, i-it's okay. I mean, I think I can remember it without you using whatever Reborn taught you."

"Nonsense!" the elder Sasagawa grabbed Tsuna by the shoulder. "Elder PaoPao said that this is a must! So, here is my extreme kiss!"

If Tsuna hadn't turned his head to the side and leant back a little, he was fairly sure that he and his Sun Guardian would've kissed straight on the lips. Instead, Ryohei's lips landed on the junction just between his neck and ear.

An indignant cry sounded and, again, Gokudera started his rant, tackling Ryohei away from Tsuna. They then went to wrestle, completely being ignored by Tsuna who was kinda thinking what the hell Reborn was thinking when he said to Ryohei that kissing makes a person remember something.

"That's the seventh one, Tsuna," Kyoko said, pulling the brunette from his thoughts.

"A-ah, the seventh…" he repeated.

Then something yellow and fluffy landed on his shoulder, and he recognized it as Hibari's pet bird, Hibird. It stared at him with its black, beady eyes, and Tsuna couldn't help but stare back. They stayed like that for a moment, before Hibird hopped a bit closer to Tsuna's face and softly pecked his lips.

"Aaaahh! You perverted little beast!" Gokudera screeched from his position below Ryohei, who was also gaping at the yellow bird.

It just chirped, ruffled its feathers a bit, and flew away, leaving a shouting Gokudera and Ryohei behind.

Tsuna looked at Kyoko.

"Does that…"

"I think it does."

"That's the eight then, Tsuna. You're nearly there!" Yamamoto cheerfully stated. "But, are you near remembering…?"

Tsuna shook his head. "No…"

A yelp from the stairs, followed by multiple shouts of "Boss!" made them look over to the said location. A sheepish laugh followed, and out emerged Dino, closely followed by his subordinates. Tsuna smiled a big one.

"Dino-nii-san!" he exclaimed, standing up.

Dino returned his smile. "Hey, Tsuna. How're ya doing?"

"Good. Well…" honey brown eyes settled on his friends, confusion written in them.

Dino grinned. "I see. If that's the case, then I guess it's my- Whaaa!?"

When Tsuna turned to face the Chiavorone family boss again, he was toppled down by Dino falling on top of him. It seems the blond tripped on the flat floor of the rooftop. Air was knocked out from his lungs, making him gasp and his vision to swirl for a second. His brain registered lips on his skin though. Stupid brain, registering not-so-important things in an instant when it's not really needed.

But wait. Lips are touching his skin.

The skin of his chin, to be precise.

Angry and worried shouts boomed around them, and Tsuna was thankful when Dino was taken off of him (the man was heavy!). The touch of lips against his skin was gone too, which is an added bonus for Tsuna.

"W-wait! That's not supposed to be my kiss!"

"You only get one kiss, Dino-san. So, sorry," Yamamoto said, patting the blond in the back.

"You dirty lecherous pedophile! I knew that you were aiming for the Tenth in that way!"

"That was an extreme way of initiating a kiss!"

Tsuna could only stare at the ruckus in front of him, faintly hearing Kyoko laughing at the side saying, "Ninth kiss!". Apparently, that kiss on his chin counted.

"What is it with the kisses!?" he suddenly blurted out, effectively stilling all of those around him. He glared (read: pouted), and all of the people present resisted to go "Squee!" at the horrendously cute brunette. No need to feed wood to the fire.

Then something machine like sounded from behind them. Like a flying robot. A flying bulky robot… also known as the King Mosca, Tsuna said to himself when he turned around to look. As if a robot at Namimori High wasn't bizarre enough, there on it's shoulder was the Varia leader, looking as glum as ever.

Tsuna swore there were stormy clouds above the man's head.

The King Mosca flew closer, and when it was close enough, it grasped the railings of the rooftop, serving as a bridge for the raven-haired man now descending from its shoulder. Again, apprehension made Tsuna tense; an apprehension of a whole new level, not that kind of apprehension he felt when Ryohei approached him earlier.

"X-Xanxus-san…"

Xanxus glowered at him, lips pulled down in a frown.

"Fucking kiddo, can't even control your trash," he sneered, making the younger one gulp and fidget. If possible, Xanxus' glare and frown intensified.

A hand suddenly grabbed a handful of Tsuna's shirt and he was pulled up from where he was seated at. He could only manage a squeak when he was pulled real close to the scarred man's face.

"Tch. You forgetful brat."

And then they were kissing. As in kissing. Mouth to mouth. Yeah, you get the drift.

Cries of indignation, gasps, and sputters were heard. Not that Xanxus nor Tsuna paid them any mind. The latter was busy trying to revive himself internally, since he somehow forgot to breathe. Luckily, Xanxus caught on, and decided to pull back… but not really that much.

Xanxus' breath fanned across his lips when he spoke. "Breathe, brat. I will not be held responsible for your fucking death."

Tsuna then remembered to breathe, and Xanxus pulled away completely, pushing the boy back to his friends' arms. He flashed them a wolfish, almost feral grin. He looked mighty smug, too, which really irked all of the spectators. Damn him, they thought along with plans of how to murder the Varia leader.

As if on cue, the King Mosca opened up, revealing a person by the name of Spanner. His ever-present lollipop in between his teeth, he saluted at them lot, poker face not giving anything away.

"Uhm, hey Tsuna."

Tsuna didn't respond; he's a frozen pile of flesh on top of his friends' arms at the moment. Spanner sighed, looked at Xanxus to convey something to which the raven-haired man shrugged. The Italian blond sighed once more.

"How unluckier can I get?" he murmured as he pushed a button and out from the robot's hand flew a miniature Mosca. It zigzagged it's way towards the brunette, landed on the spot in between his collarbones, and nuzzled Tsuna's throat.

It would've looked cute if it weren't for the smooching noises that it was producing from its built in speaker.

Spanner nodded. "I would've gone down there to kiss him myself but…" a wary glance was cast upon Xanxus' frowning form, and the King Mosca hid its maker once more.

Tsuna never saw them depart. His soul was too busy leaking out from his mouth.

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Next 3 kisses in the next chapter. Gah, time constraint fail. /sobs

I know nothing about Spanner's Mosca, so pardon me for any mistakes. And, and, Spanner's there because I want him to be there. You can do nothing about it cuz I'm the author. :D hurrr... (gets pebbles thrown at her)