A/N: Okay. I'm sorry. I don't update. Forgive me, but I recently went on a trip with no INTERNET at all and proceeded to type this TsuBunny plot that was rolling around in my head.

Edit [5 March 2012]-Minor mistakes.

Warnings: Shounen-ai in later chapters. OOC-ness. AU universe.

Pairings: Mild pairings. Some rare 8027, 1827, 3327, etc.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Never will. Or else 1827 would be screwing like rabbits. This plot is completely mine; as I said. I was on a trip with no internet and could not receive information about anything for the whole week *le cry*.

I, :penname: DarkestEnd, did not STEAL this plot from anyone. If it sounds familiar, then I shall say: Great minds think alike.

CHAPTER I: Namimori Chuu is a what?

There was always a time a place for everything; for Sawada Tsunayoshi, this was one his most embarrassing.

He had been put into the R.S.C. also known as the "Reserve Sidekick Class"—the lowest of the low. Usually dubbed the "Retarded Special Class", it was so low, in fact, that even regular sidekicks didn't know what the purpose of the class was.

And he was okay with that. Extremely fine.

…if not for the fact that he had been put next to the most violent person in class.

Gokudera Hayato. And if his nightmare was going to come true, he'd be damned.

He was screwed.

Literally.

But he'd rather leave his virginity for a later chapter.

A Few Days Ago

"Kaa-san! I'm leaving for school!" A formerly innocent thirteen-year old had called out to his mother.

"Alright Tsu-kun; make sure to pick up the bento I made on the kitchen counter. There's a piece of toast on the table."

"Hai!"

Quickly running out from his modest maroon-coloured home, he had stuffed a piece of white bread into his mouth—dragging a tan school bag with him; bento safely secured inside one of the pockets.

7:30 AM! Finally, I'm not going to be late!

All cheers had died down when he had realized the school gates were locked.

E-eh?

"Herbivore. What are you doing at school on Saturday? Leave before I bite you to death."

W-what? Who was that? Satur-

"Herbivore. Leave."

"H-hiiieee! I-i'm sorry, whoever-you-are. I'll leave right-"

Tsunayoshi was quickly cut off when another voice had spoken.

"Haha! Hey, Kyoya, leave him alone; he didn't really do anything to you right? I'm sure Senpai would agree, yeah?"

"YES, TO THE EXTREME!"

"Yamamoto Takeshi, leave with your idiot friend before I bite you to death, too."

The poor rabbit was cowering between the three older teens, quivering like there was no tomorrow.

"Maa maa. Kyoya, he looks terribly afraid of us."

Tsunayoshi perked his imaginary bunny ears at the sound of being mentioned.

"HE LOOKS LIKE AN ANIMAL TO THE EXTREME!"

"Shut up, Noisy Herbivore. Although he truly looks like an actual rabbit; I will agree." Hibari glanced at the child once more before turning his back to demand that Yamamoto leave and "stop tainting Namimori with your stupid grin. When the arguing became too much Tsunayoshi decided to speak up.

"U-um…"

Three heads swiveled to his direction as he finally found the courage to say something, but one beady glare from "herbivore-caller" and his mouth was shut.

"Finish what you want to say! It's alright, Kyoya here really isn't social."

"E-eh?"

Small tears and a cloudy fog covered his eyes from the complete attention from the three.

'How cute,' his "companions" concluded, '…a girl, maybe?' [1]

"S-sawada Tsunayoshi. I-i'm here to take the entrance exam for N-namimori-C-chuu. I-I was r-really excited, s-so I forgot that t-today was a w-w-weekend."

'Definitely a rabbit.'

"Maa, it's fine. Actually, the three of us are here to take the entrance exam too, you didn't get the dates wro-"

"EXTREME! THIS SAWADA HAS SOME EXTREME PASSION TO FORGET IT WAS SATURDAY!"

"Quiet, herbivore."

Hibari pivoted his foot and walked toward the school gates before unlocking it; Tsunayoshi was in a bit of daze and could only hear the clacking away of the Italian-branded shoes the eldest was wearing.

"Don't worry, Kyoya's always like that. Anti-social. Me and senpai are going to the gym for the entrance exam right now, I think it'd be best if you follow Tsu."

Tsunayoshi flushed a deep red.

Tsu?

"U-u-um. P-please address me as, T-tsuna if you must."

R-rreaally intimate. Oh n-no. W-what did I just say? W-what if I insulted him?

"It's alright, Tsuna. Kyoya was like that too when I first met him. Only, he was beating me up and demanding me to call him 'Supreme ruler of Namimori'."

How is that anything like me?

While Tsunayoshi was silently shrieking and thinking of all the horrible things Hibari must have done to Yamamoto before the latter started calling him by his first name, Ryohei thought it'd be brilliant to just drag the two instead of standing there in front of the gates.

"LET'S GO TO THE EXTREME!"

"Okay, senpai!"

"H-hhhiiiiieeeeeee?"

In the Gym

E-eh? Aren't we supposed to take the entrance exam in the classrooms? Why are we in the gym?

To Tsunayoshi's surprise, there were already many students filed within the gym each looking like they'd seen a ghost.

"Hahaha! It looks like Kyoya's already been here! Ah, Tsuna, we should've went from the back entrance. Looks like a lot of kids did that to get in."

The white-haired extremist ran away to a different group for the second years, while Tsuna stood dumbstruck, staring at the multiple students' waiting for their turn.

"So, Tsuna. What's your power and how did you find out about this school?" Yamamoto asked nonchalantly.

P-power?

"I believe mine is somewhere between the group of Water and Wildlife," the older continued.

"Y-yamamoto-san? What are you talking about?" Tsuna asked, finally breaking out of his reverie. He had no idea what the older boy was talking about. Not a clue.

"Eh? Tsuna? Don't you know what this school teaches?"

"N-not at all! Papa just said to come to this school when I'm old enough, and Kaa-san said it was time."

"Tsunayoshi," Yamamoto spoke slowly, "Namimori Chuu is a school for eventual heroes and sidekicks."

"W-what?"

Being the understanding person he was, he was able to promptly absorb the information that Yamamoto Takeshi had told him…and then fainted.

"Tsuna!"

Father, if I ever see you again, you're screwed.

[1]-Please ignore the fact that in Japanese, people address themselves by gender.

Really confusing, this is. (YODA AM I.) But I really wanted to try this universe.

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