Remembering the Vongola

Summary: Who are all these people walking up to him, and why do they all seem to know him so well? Because, for most of them, he has never seen them before in his life… or more correctly to say, his memory.

Pairings: Everybody x Tsuna. A Tsuna bicycle, capiche?

Warnings: The rating may or may not go up later on in the story. Be warned. There may also be profanity and nudity and a whole lot of Tsuna loving, because that is required in life. Yes, Tsuna, that means some tough love. Did I mention bad writing is included in this also?

Disclaimer: I own not the too-cool-for-me Katekyo Hitman Reborn series. If I did, I'd probably have the whole set of the manga, which I desire badly. Which I do not have. (Sadly.)

A/N Hi everyone! Thanks for checking out this story. It's my first one, so it'd be nice if I could get some constructive criticism or advice, yes? (Or you could like, just review for the heck of it.) Thank you!

EDITED: MAY 31, 2010

CHAPTER ONE: WHO ARE YOU?

Fluffy brown hair lay clumped on a crinkled pillow as the owner, a rather undersized teenage boy of 14, still with round cheeks and baby fat, tossed and turned on his increasingly messy bed, blankets tangled up in his legs and twisted around his torso.

His name was Sawada Tsunayoshi, but he was more commonly known to his peers as 'Dame-Tsuna'. Average in life- well, really, below average. Way below average. No friends to speak of, dismal grades, and the unfortunate talent of failing anything and everything that required thinking, athletic skill, or talent.

Tsuna's crush on the school's idol, Sawada Kyoko (who had the brightest smile and the shiniest hair and the prettiest face and the nicest personality so that when she grinned the whole world seemed to light up with her) was unreturned, and he knew it was implausible for Kyoko-chan to notice him aside from his spectacularly stupid feats, like that one time he fell of his chair while sleeping or another where the teacher had asked him how planets there were in the solar system and he had answered two (one planet was him and the other was Kyoko, the only sun in his life. Wait, did the sun even count as a planet?).

Groaning sleepily, Tsuna turned on his side to wake up to the bright light of the rising sun shining through his window and the glare of light it caused on the floor of his messy bedroom, where magazines, underwear, and other miscellaneous things you would expect to find a teenage boy's bedroom lay. And unfortunately, he also woke to the unceasing ringing of his alarm clock, high, tinny, and annoying, which, when he checked, had already been going on for twenty five minutes.

'Oh no!'

"WAHHH!"

He scrambled out of bed and tripped on a conveniently misplaced video game console, which resulted in the mass tangling of his both his feet, winding up his ankles, and he wound up falling and smacking his head against the low table standing innocently on the floor of his messy, messy, room.

He groaned for a moment on the ground, eyes dazed and a big red egg shaped lump growing on his forehead, throbbing with pain.

"Owww…"

He rubbed his head vigorously as he shot back up and stumbled about, grabbing the clothes articles strewn around his room and throwing them on in the miraculous time of 0.27 seconds while at the same time grabbing his school bag, putting on his socks, and brushing his hair. Who says that only girls can multitask efficiently?

Rushing to the bathroom, he groaned at his reflection, because he so obviously looked like he got out of bed five seconds ago. He splashed his face with water and went on to speed brush his teeth, still despairing at his unmanly appearance.

'Shouldn't I be getting at least one or two hairs on my face by now?' Tsuna griped. He so wanted to start shaving like most of the other kids in his class. Okay, self-deprecation done for the day.

He hopped down the stairs two steps at a time, turning sharply into the kitchen to snatch up a piece of toast, shouting a brief "!" to his mother, who, smiling as he grabbed his backpack, saw him off as he threw on his shoes. Stepping on the backs of them, he tripped out the door and fell onto the street, living up to his Dane Tsuna name, where he began his annual dash-madly-toward-school-so-Disciplinary-Committee(note: Hibari)-does-not-beat-you-up.

Nana followed his back down the street, and her smile dimmed.

~~27~~

Tsuna made it to made it to school with eighteen seconds to spare; a personal record, if he did say so himself. He threw himself into his classroom, gasping air like an out of water tuna.

His classmates glanced back at him and some snickered and pointed at the useless look on his face.

"Feh, how lame."

"Heheh, he's so slow it probably takes him an hour to get out of bed, let alone getting to school in time."

"Haha, probably! Did you see what time he got when we ran the mile the other day? Twenty one minutes! And he was actually running the entire way, the loser. I swear, we lapped him twice while we were only walking."

Tsuna blushed as he scrambled off the floor, tripping to his inconspicuous spot near the back of the classroom.

"Ahhh…" he sighed as he plopped down at his desk, readying himself for another tiring school day. It would most definitely drawn-out with lecturing teachers, jeers, laughs on his expense and (though he would never admit out loud) loneliness.

'For what are we without friends?'

He propped up his head on his hand and stared ahead blankly as the bell that signaled the start of homeroom began ringing.

Because Tsuna knew that he, without friends, was indeed nothing. A passing thought, a just-there statue that nobody really took notice of.

Time passes, and he is a lingering memory.

And speaking of lingering…

He started to get that strange, curiously tingly feeling that occurs when someone is looking at you, making the skin on his back prickle uncomfortably.

Tsuna glanced behind him and eeped as stormy green eyes bored into him. The Italian transfer student- what was his name again? Naserera? Gonusera? Ahoudera? Was drilling holes into the back of his head, as if trying to see into his very thoughts.

Eyes wide and frightened, like a mouse that had just realized there was a starving cat behind him, he turned his head back around, only to catch the gaze of Yamamoto Takeshi, leaning back in his chair, who held his eyes for a single smoldering moment before turning his attention back toward the blackboard.

'Eh? Ehhh!'

Tsuna exclaimed in his mind as his head whirled with possibilities why the two arguably most popular guys in Namimori Middle were glaring murder at him.

'Did- did I do something to offend them!' Tsuna thought in panic mode.

'No, no, that can't be it. I'm not important enough to offend people of their caliber, right? Dame-Tsuna can't possibly do something so bad that it would insult the higher echelon of Namimori.' He tried to assure himself, but sadly, to no avail.

'Wah! What if they decide to beat me up? N-no, they were probably just glancing this way for some reason, not because of me. I mean, I hope not because of me. Oh my god, what if it's because of me? No, that's too self centered; they were probably just looking at each other. Oh! That's it. They were looking at each other and they're in a fight so that's why they were glaring.'

The tuna sighed in relief as he finally came up with a logical explanation at why they were possibly glaring at him (No! Not at him! At each other!) And sunk down in his chair so that he wouldn't get caught in the crossfire of the glare beams again.

Nevertheless, he still could not get past that strange prickling feeling…

##59##

It was lunch time, and Tsuna was, once again sitting on the rooftop all on his lonesome, eating his bento lunch (Sausage octopuses! Apple rabbits! Carrot flowers! What did his mother think he was, three? He was a manly man now, thank you very much. But, those apple rabbits…).

The sky was roiling with blue over head, the sun shining with fierce light, occasionally dampened with stray clouds that would shield the bright rays momentarily.

Tsuna was lying on his back, head on his hands, cloud gazing.

"Ah… " He sighed. "What a nice day…"

He continued watching the clouds drift for a couple moments, sometimes momentarily distracted by the bright blue of the backdrop that was the sky, or the blinding light of the sun, feeling quite at peace, when suddenly, the door to the rooftop opened.

Tsuna sat up quickly, startled, as he tried to catch sight of the intruders that dared to interrupt his peaceful lunchtime.

'Well, no, this is basically the school's rooftop. But aren't I usually the only one to come up here?' Tsuna thought.

Gokudera (Ah! That was his name!) And Yamamoto eventually came out from behind the door after a rather awkward pause.

"A-ah!" Hurriedly, Tsuna turned around, willing them to not notice his small corner, reluctant to get involved between a fight of these Namimori elite.

'Should- should I get out of here! What if they blow me up or something for witnessing their fight?' he panicked.

Suddenly, a warm touch on his shoulder made him jump as he whipped his head around, big brown eyes staring in shock at one Yamamoto Takeshi, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

"Tsu- ah, Sawada-san, don't be so jumpy! We don't bite!" he laughed off. "We just want to, uh, s-sit with you? I mean, if you'd let us…" Yamamoto stumbled over his words.

It was no surprise Yamamoto Takeshi was one of the most popular guys at Namimori Middle. The messy, onyx black hair that stuck up every which way practically begged you to run your hands through it, and that open smiley face and warm brown eyes just invited girls to flock to him. His talent at baseball helped also; a handsome friendly guy that had a super toned body from being the very best on the elite Namimori baseball team? It was practically over kill.

Actually, it was overkill. Nearly every girl in Namimori began foaming at the mouth if he even looked at them. (Tsuna steered clear of them when they did this. A rabid fan girl is a scary fan girl.)

Well, of course Tsuna didn't notice that the awesomely studly looks of Yamamoto right now. He was a healthy teenage boy. He liked girls. Right? Right.*

"O-of course!" Tsuna sat up straight, shocked. "That is, if you want to…" he trailed off.

'What's happening? What? I thought they were in a fight! Why do they want to sit next to me now?' Tsuna panicked.

They plopped down next to him, Gokudera to his right and Yamamoto to his left. Gokudera was glaring at the ground between his legs, and Yamamoto kept peeking looks over at him.

Awkward silence ensued.

Tsuna just as awkwardly chewed on his octopus sausages, which strangely enough, reminded him of Gokudera hair, silvery and sleek. His handsome foreign face, already gaining the chiseled features that would surely make him the bomb with the ladies when he grew older, held the piercing green eyes that Tsuna had previously glimpsed. The rings on his fingers glinted as he silently opened his curry bun, bringing attention to long slim piano fingers, attached to broad hands.

'Oh my god. What do I do! Should I initiate conversation? Are they expecting me to say anything?'

Tsuna nervously opened his mouth to speak, but choked when Gokudera spoke instead.

"You really don't remember, do you?"

* A/N: Not for long. Sorry Tsuna. No, no, wait.

I'm not.