A/N: Yo, minna! This is my first ever KHR fanfic so please go easy on me. And yes, it's quite similar to A Thousand Palettes by amethyst-ice22. But please bear with it as I treasure this fic and respect Miss Amethyst. Do not worry- as the story progresses, the plot will be much different than Miss Amethyst's plot; I assure you of that. Thus this concludes the author's note. Please enjoy and do not complain about the chapter. I already warned you of its similarity, okay?

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! as it belongs to Amano Akira-sama. If I did own it, Tsuna would have a harem of hot boys.

Chapter 1: Sawada Tsunayoshi.

The world worked in mysterious ways. Lives were unpredictable, always changing and you never know what will happen in the near future. Sawada Tsunayoshi, a young 15 year old boy thought differently. To him, his life was predictable; it was always the same. Dull, boring and uneventful would be a perfect way to describe his life.

Sawada Tsunayoshi lives only with his mother, Sawada Nana and went to Namimori High. He never had a father figure in his life. His mother had mentioned his father's name was Sawada Iemitsu, he worked overseas and came home of an average once in two years. Tsuna could not remember anything about the man; his looks, his voice, what's he like- nothing. His father stopped visiting when he was five and Tsuna could say he went on with his life for ten years without a father to lead him, teach him and care for his well-being. He never even received calls from Iemitsu and Tsuna didn't mind. He didn't need a father that cares for his work more than his family.

Tsuna was also a loner. He was always bullied because of his uselessness; he was clumsy, his grades were less than stellar and his athleticism was laughable. This earned him the nickname 'Dame-Tsuna' from his classmates since kindergarten. It was never forgotten until now and people bullied him even more. The bullying made Tsuna develop an inferiority complex, thinking negatively about himself and thought himself as a failure. It also made Tsuna completely mute and he would sometimes shut himself off from the world. Tsuna communicated through a book; he wrote what he wanted to say and let others read them. He would also communicate through body language and facial expressions, though not often. His bullies would also try to get him to cry out by beating him up but it only made Tsuna even more muted than before. To Tsuna, it was a way to show defiance to his tormentors; a way of standing up against them. The bullies would sometimes get tired and decided to leave him alone in the end.

To Tsuna, life was filled with pain and misery, and the only love he received was only from his mother. He didn't mind; he loved his mother unconditionally, no matter how ditzy the woman was. But he did crave for a companion; a friend. He could only hope he could get one.

Tsuna woke up early and decided to lend his mother a helping hand. His mother loved cooking and Tsuna didn't mind helping her. He would do anything to make her happy. Tsuna quickly showered and put on his clothes, mindful of the time. He had school today so he opted wearing a t-shirt with his school pants. That way, he didn't waste time changing into his school uniform.

Tsuna rushed down the stairs and was greeted by him mother who was standing at the stove. "Good morning, Tsu-kun! Are you here to help mama?" the woman asked as she flipped the eggs she was cooking.

Tsuna only nodded and strode towards the woman, slipping on a pink, frilly apron. He was thankful that none of his classmates were there to see him. He began chopping some vegetables for the miso soup and filled a pot with water. He placed it on the stove and waited for the water to boil before pushing the vegetables in. the mother and son pair worked quietly with the occasional one-sided conversation Nana created.

Tsuna finished doing his part of the work and went upstairs to change into his uniform.

Nana only smiled as she watched her sweet little Tsu-kun went up the stairs. Tsuna was a good child at heart and it wasn't his fault that he was bullied. Nana often blamed herself for Tsuna's bully, thinking that she wasn't a very good mother if she couldn't even prevent the pain her son received. But Tsuna, being the good child he was, never blamed her and always told her that it wasn't her fault. He didn't want to trouble her and Nana was proud of her little boy. Nana often cried herself to sleep when she saw the bruises her Tsuna got from the boys from his school so Tsuna had taken the liberty to treat his wounds before his mother discovered them. But Nana knew. She always knew; call it a mother's intuition but Nana knew from the bottom of her heart. Just by looking at her son's eyes, Nana would know what happened and why, but never brought it up, knowing that Tsuna didn't want her to know and trouble her.

Nana didn't get why many people would bully her little Tsu-kun. Her friends had complimented on how adorable Tsuna was and Nana had noticed Tsuna's charms and looks. The boy's brown gravity defying hair was soft as silk, his honey brown eyes were large and adorable and the boy possessed a cute button nose and pink lips on his adorable face. Tsuna also had slightly flushed cheeks that were complimented by his creamy skin. Tsuna's height was shorter than an average height a girl his age and he possessed a slender body that could make any girl jealous. In other words, Tsuna was the epitome of cuteness.

Another thing Nana noticed was that, Tsuna may fail in his academics and sports, but the boy excelled in home economics. It seemed that Tsuna received her genes and possessed the ability to cook, clean and do any other housework. He was also loved by children and elderly people. Tsuna also showed some promising skills in art as well and Nana couldn't be anymore proud. Tsuna also has the knack of helping others in need when they need it. Tsu-kun would make a good housewife, Nana laughed to herself.

She sat down in her seat when she noticed her son descending from the stairs, donning his school uniform and his school bag clutched in his hands. "Time to eat breakfast, Tsu-kun!" Nana chirped and her eagerness earned her a bright smile from Tsuna.

Nana hadn't heard her son talk in ages and wondered if his voice was still as cute as ever. Tsuna stopped talking altogether when he turned seven and Nana was at first angry at the people that made her son mute but she calmed herself when Tsuna still showed her his adorable smile.

Tsuna sat across from her and muttered a soft, 'Itadakimasu' inwardly before digging into his food. Nana munched her food happily, savoring her son's cooking. Tsuna did the same with the almost same reason; he was savoring his mother's cooking instead. The pair at blissfully before Tsuna finished and brought his dishes and utensils to the sink and began to wash them.

"Tsu-kun, you didn't have to wash them. Mama can do it for you so you don't have to be late for school," Nana placated him but earned a smile with shifting eyes. Nana could read it so well and almost burst into tears.

I don't want to trouble Kaa-san and I don't want to be a burden to her.

Nana hugged her son tightly before smiling at the brunet. "Be good at school, okay? Make mama proud, little Tsu-kun," Nana said, her voice shaking and tears brimmed at the corner her eyes. She was so proud of her son and knew that one day; her Tsuna would become someone amazing.

Tsuna wiped his mother's tears away with a small smile, loving his mother even more as each second passed by. The woman was remarkable and Tsuna couldn't help but wanting to make her words true. Kissing Nana on the cheek, he then grabbed his bento and wore his shoes quickly. Her mother stood at the genkan with a smile as Tsuna sprinted out the door, waving to her.

Make mama proud, Tsu-kun. No- make mama even more proud, Tsuna, Nana thought with a relieved smile before shutting the door quietly.

Tsuna walked towards his school in silence, watching as other students pass by quickly. He had heard rumors that if a student arrived late at school, they will be 'bitten to death' by the Vice Student Council president who was also the Head of the Disciplinary Committee, Hibari Kyoya. Tsuna never met the man before or even felt his wrath but he wasn't going to take a chance on meeting the said man. So when he noticed he only got five minutes to get to school, Tsuna sprinted quickly. He had watched Hibari's victims limping towards the nurse's office and even those who was left injured on the ground. He really didn't want to meet Hibari Kyoya at all.

Tsuna arrived to school two minutes late but he didn't notice the Disciplinary Committee's head. He didn't want to stay another second there for fear Hibari would really come so he rushed to class.

Tsuna arrived at the front of the class and didn't hear his literature teacher, Furuhara-sensei so he entered the class. The class was noisy with its students talking with one another so Tsuna took it to his advantage as he slipped into his class silently. Nobody noticed his arrival except for two people; one with black hair and one with silver hair, both of who were staring at him intently.

Furuhara entered his class, class 1-A with a small smile. He took attendance and noticed Tsuna's presence. His smile became even brighter; for some odd reason, he favored Tsuna more than any of his other students. Maybe it was because of his mysteriousness, maybe it was because Tsuna never disrespected him or maybe it was because the brunet cared for him. He was certain he favored the boy because of the last reason as Tsuna seemed to ask for his well-being; albeit through a book but the boy cared nonetheless.

"Okay, class. I heard from the principal that this year's school trip will be held in Hokkaido for a month. It's an all-expense paid trip and a class from each grade will be attending. A competition of 'The Definition of the Colors of the Rainbow' will be held to choose a winning class from each grade. The class representative that gives the most accepted answers will win the trip. This class needs to choose a representative; I suggest you all do a mini contest among yourselves to choose the representative," Furuhara informed as he pushed up his glasses further up his nose. He frowned at the commotion the class had created upon hearing his news and cleared his throat to silence the class.

Once the class was silent, he began speaking once more, "I'll leave it to you to discuss it among yourselves for the representative. Good bye." Furuhara left the classroom, praying for their sanity to remain intact. His class was the most rambunctious in the first year.

Aiko grinned as she stood in front of the class, "I propose we do a pageant to choose our representative. The girls will come up in a costume and state what makes you think that represents a woman. The boys will vote for their favorite in the end." Aiko was certain she would win the pageant. She was the class representative and a very beautiful girl.

The girls agreed with Aiko's proposal while the boys sighed in defeat; there was no way they could go against the girls once they planned something. Tsuna watched with disinterested eyes and turned when a loud screeching noise was heard.

There were two boys at the end of the classroom; one with black hair and another with silver hair. They were both the famous first year duo, Yamamoto Takeshi and Gokudera Hayato.

"Tsk. I'm not going to join this stupid fuck fest with all of you bastards," Gokudera snarled before stomping out of the classroom, both his hands were situated in his pockets.

Yamamoto shook his head with a wry smile before laughing, "Haha, don't worry about it. Gokudera and I will be at the pageant. Good luck girls!" Yamamoto smiled and left with a wave. Most of the girls swooned at their idols' glare and smile.

Tsuna watched both of them leave and sighed in relief once they were gone. Gokudera and Yamamoto were the best of friends even though the both of them often have one-sided arguments, mostly with Gokudera shouting profanities at the tall baseball player while the other laughed. They were the trouble team in the class and were highly popular. Gokudera possessed a high IQ and good looks while Yamamoto was famous for his athletic prowess and his good looks as well as his friendly personality. In short, they were far out of Tsuna's league. Tsuna tried his best not to attract attention from any of the famous people in his school, especially those from the first year duo.

Aiko then turned to Miura Haru; a bubbly girl with brown hair, who was talking to her friends, Sasagawa Kyoko; an orange haired girl and Kurokawa Hana, a black haired girl. "Miura-san, please refrain from showing up in that sushi costume of yours. You'll just humiliate everyone in this classroom," Aiko smirked and some of the girls snickered at Aiko's teasing.

Tsuna frowned at Aiko's insult; Haru had dressed as a sushi when Yamamoto's father decided to treat his son's class to some sushi. Unfortunately, the costume was ripped when some cats and dogs decided to make Haru their chew toy. Tsuna pitied the girl since most bullied her about the incident. He watched as Kyoko and Hana tried to console their upset friend who was smiling sheepishly at them; assuring them that she was fine.

Tsuna got up when she heard the bell rung for lunch. He glared at Aiko and her posse when he exited the classroom, carrying his bento with him. He walked down the hallway quietly, ignoring the whispered rumors about him and the snickering around him. It wasn't his business of what others say about him. His life is led by him, and he will not listen to anything that would make him stray that path.

Class started once lunch time was over and the girls decided to do the pageant then and they were given permission from the third year drama teacher, Skull-sensei to use any of the props in the Drama room and the stage as well. The girls were done dressing in their costume and Tsuna instantly noticed a certain brown haired bubbly girl was missing from the group. He got curious; the others were ready but where was Haru? He stood up and walked towards the backstage, only to hear the faint sounds of sobbing and hiccups.

He turned around a corner to see a balled up body that was shaking as sobbing came from it.

"Haru's… weird… and… ugly… No one… wants Haru…" Haru sobbed profusely as she hid her face. She continued her crying, oblivious to the spectator in front of her who was looking at her with sympathy.

Tsuna wanted to help but was afraid of being discovered but he wasn't as heartless to leave the girl bawling on the floor. Tsuna sighed on the inside before spotting a costume nearby. That would make a good disguise, Tsuna thought before slipping on the costume's mask on his head.

Tsuna neared the girl and crouched in front of her. He tapped Haru on the shoulder, making the brunette look up. Tsuna wiped the girl's tears away and showed her a box filled with cosmetic products. He closed her eyes gently and for the first time in his life, he whispered out, "Trust me."

Haru could only see a bunny's head in front of her. The bunny wiped her tears away gently and showed her a box of cosmetic products. He closed her eyes gently; Haru was beginning to wonder about this gentle person in front of her. At first, Haru didn't understand what the bunny-head-wearing-person wanted to do with her but when she heard an unrecognizable hoarse voice saying, "Trust me," in a whisper, Haru couldn't help but trust the person. "Haru trusts you, desu!" Haru exclaimed confidently.

Tsuna couldn't help but smile at the trust Haru placed in him and started to dip a brush in a liquid eye shadow tube. He began imagining a canvas with Haru's face on it and began to paint slowly and gently. Haru was now his masterpiece; he couldn't fail her.

Gokudera Hayato snorted as he and his friend, Yamamoto Takeshi watched as girls performed on the stage. They were beautiful but unsatisfying. "Why do we have to do this shit again? Why the fuck did you drag me here as well, you baseball-idiot?" Gokudera growled as he turned his head away from the performing girls in front of him.

Yamamoto laughed, "Maa, maa, Gokudera. Calm down. I'm sure there's a reason for this." He patted his hot headed friend on the back, earning himself a hiss from the silver haired teen. This made Yamamoto laugh even more. He quieted down when the class representative, Aiko came up on the stage. She was wearing a green and gold gown and her haired was braided with beautiful clips.

"I, Hinata Aiko think that a flower represents a woman perfectly. Not only they are beautiful, but they are strong as they grow without any restraints. If a flower is destroyed, people will try their best to make them grow once more. They grow into beautiful flowers that charm others into loving them. That's why I think a flower is a perfect representation of a woman; they are not only beautiful but lovable as well," Aiko explained, and bowed gracefully at the end of her speech. The class clapped for her with the exception of Gokudera and Yamamoto.

Gokudera insulted the girl underneath his breath; the girl was a fake with a sugary smile plastered on her face, and Yamamoto couldn't help but agree with his friend. The girl was certainly beautiful but what use is a beauty if she does not have anything to back up her words herself.

Once the girls grouped, Kirishima said to the boys, waving sheets of paper, "Okay, it's time for the boys to vote! Place your votes into this box and once you're done, we'll be counting the votes."

As the boys begin to receive a sheet of paper for each and every one of them, Yamamoto noticed a girl missing as he looked around the large room. "Oi, aren't we going to wait for Miura-san to do her show?" he questioned the others who turned to him.

Shimizu snickered, "Hmph, she must have chickened out because she has nothing else to wear except for that cheap, shredded sushi costume." The other girls giggled at the statement, with the exception of Kyoko and Hana who were glaring at them. The girls were silenced when Gokudera sent them a menacing glare.

Yamamoto looked around once more and noticed another brown haired student missing but this time, he didn't relay the information to his classmates yet he did ask his friend, "Gokudera, have you seen Sawada?"

Gokudera growled, having to notice the silent student's absence said, "How the hell should I know, baseball-idiot? I'm not his fucking nanny." But Gokudera couldn't help but sneakily glance around to spot the brunet.

"Well, we shouldn't delay-" Aiko was cut off when a colorful blur ran onto the stage. The students of class 1-A was shocked to see a panting Haru but they were surprised at the outfit she was wearing.

Haru looked stunning in her white dress that had green paint on it to look like camouflage clothing. She was wearing a green bandana around her forehead and her cheek had a beautiful painted butterfly on it. The rest of the dress was ripped from the knee to the ankles and she was barefoot. There were roses with thorns painted on her arms as if she had a tattoo and her legs were painted with green vines. She was holding a wooden sword that was painted to resemble a real sword instead. Her hair was let down so it reached her shoulders and her hair was braided with butterfly braids.

The students couldn't help but marvel at the life-like painting on Haru's body. Even the painted sword fooled them for a second. They were quiet as they waited for Haru to present herself with her speech.

"I, Miura Haru think a soldier is a perfect image to represent a woman. We're not damsel in distress; we're soldiers that provide protection for others. We can't just sit around and expect ourselves to be swept off from our feet by princes; we have to stand up on our own two feet and defeat anything that proves to be a threat to us. Every girl is the same; we can make ourselves beautiful by adorning gems and jewelry but when the times comes, we need to stand up and shine through the strength we have from within," Haru finished and noticed it was silent. She bit her lip in nervousness before loud claps sounded with cheering were heard by the brunette. Haru beamed and blushed in embarrassment as her classmates rooted for her.

Tsuna watched from his place near the door, his arms crossed against his chest. A smile was formed on his face as he watched Haru beaming in happiness as the girl neared her friends. He inspected the dress and make-up he did on Haru. A bit rough on the side but it is acceptable nonetheless, Tsuna thought as his head tilted to the side. He stared at the commotion for a while before grabbing his bag and left, mindful of placing the bunny head in the Props room first. He wouldn't be noticed if he left. Or so he thought.

Two pairs of eyes stared at the empty spot that was sat by Sawada Tsunayoshi earlier and Yamamoto turned to Gokudera, "Gokudera…"

"Ah, I get it alright," Gokudera grunted before closing his eyes in exasperation, Sawada Tsunayoshi, huh?

His cold, menacing grey eyes glared at the blob of brown that was bouncing on its own accord. The eyes narrowed as it zoomed in on the student's figure. If he wasn't mistaken, the bell for the end of the day had not been rung yet. The herbivore needed to be disciplined.

Hibari Kyoya, the Vice Student Council president and Head of the Disciplinary Committee stood up from his seat. This earned curious stares from his superior, Dino Cavallone, the Student Council president and his second-in-command of the Disciplinary Committee, Kusakabe Tetsuya.

"Ara? Kyoya? Is there something wrong?" Dino asked his former battle student as he tilted his head to the side. He earned a grunt of annoyance from the black haired Vice President who sat back down in his seat.

"Kyou-san…" Kusakabe worried over his superior and stood up to go to the pantry when Hibari demanded his usual green tea.

Dino sighed in exasperation; his student must have seen something that caught his attention. Never has Dino seen Hibari interested in something. This year will be different, won't it? Dino questioned himself before going back to his paperwork.

Thus ends the first chapter. Now, I've said this before and I will say it once more; Do Not Complain That The Plot Is The Same As amethyst-ice22's A Thousand Palette. I know, alright. Now, I'm off to work on the next chapter. Bye-bi!