I know that people, much less yakuza aren't that trusting but let me have my fun. Please.

When Tsuna first sent people to the hospital, he was eleven years old.

It was an accident, of course.

Tsuna had a habit of finding high, remote places. He also had a habit of staying in these remote places for long periods of time. There wasn't any real reason to it; he just enjoyed the peace and quiet that came with the place, along with the unobstructed view of the sky. Ever since he was little, he had always felt a connection with the wide, open sky and hence would try to be as close to it as possible.

It was then, as he was lying on the roof of a rather low building, that he heard a very loud 'bang'. Startled, he bolted upright and quickly ran to the edge of the roof and peered down. To his horror, he saw two distinct groups of tackily dressed men fighting with one another. They had guns, aluminum baseball bats, crowbars… Terrifying things that Tsuna would never want to touch. He quickly scrambled back, pushing against the metal fence in front of him as he did so. Little did he know that another unpleasant surprise awaited him.

The metal fence gave a nasty creak under Tsuna's hands and tilted away from Tsuna. Numbly, Tsuna watched as the fence toppled over and off the edge of the building, out of his line of sight. A few seconds later, there was a horribly loud sound and then, silence. Total utter silence. Timidly, Tsuna took a few steps forward to peer over the edge of the building and almost let out a shriek. Every single person at the bottom was staring at him. He swiftly backtracked and packed up all his things. He had to leave, fast, before they found him.

His movement seemed to spark the people below to life and he could hear multiple footsteps echoing in the staircase leading to the roof. He panicked and hastily looked around for another way off the roof. Thankfully, he found another staircase and started to head down, taking two steps at a time. The stairs led to a small metal door and Tsuna flung it open.

There was a loud, reverberating sound of human coming into contact with metal, followed by a thud right on the other side of the door. Tsuna froze up.

Internal screaming.

He took a few jerky steps out to see a man, also dressed rather tackily, on the floor behind the door. Another man with slicked back hair and an expensive-looking dark purple suit was on the ground some distance away from the door. His breath was coming in heavy pants and a puddle of blood lay on the floor beneath him. Unlike the man directly behind the door, however, he was still conscious and his grey eyes were focused onto Tsuna with an unnerving intensity. Tsuna swallowed dryly and turned to face the opposite direction of the man and walked off with hurried strides. The image of blood and hurt was still fresh in his mind as he walked away, making him want to throw up. It also brought about an uncomfortable weight in his chest that only grew heavier and heavier with every step he took.

"What the hell am I doing?" he muttered to himself. His fists were clenched tightly, nails digging into the palms of his hands and making angry little crescent marks. "This is stupid. I am stupid."

Still, the feeling didn't go away.

He stopped walking. He turned around.

"I am the biggest idiot ever."

And started running back.

His mother went through phases. Some examples include the anime phase, the literature phase, and the first aid phase. Tsuna was always affected by his mother's phases. Normally, he would be annoyed at his mother for dragging him into countless activities but he had to admit that they were educational, in their own way. His mother's first aid phase had just ended, so the information was still fresh in his mind. It was lucky that the incident had happened today; if it had happened a week later, he wouldn't be able to remember anything. Also, he would have finally packed his bag and get rid of the bandages inside it.

"Who are you?" the man asked as Tsuna tried to stem the blood loss from his wound. Tsuna didn't answer him and quickly finished up his work. It was a shoddy job, as expected from an amateur who didn't even pass the first aid test, but it had to do.

"Pl-please go get your wounds treated," Tsuna stuttered out. "D-do you want me to call an ambulance?"

"No." The man spat the word out, grey eyes still pinned onto Tsuna. "You still haven't told me who you are. Are you from another family? Do you really think you can get an alliance with us just because you helped me?"

"Take care," Tsuna only said and ran off, this time without looking back.

Another usual, rather lonely, day at school was only made worse when he saw suited men standing outside of the school gates. He could hear the suspicious whispers from his schoolmates all around him as they shot curious, but wary, looks at the totally conspicuous group of men.

He turned around and started walking back to the school. Somehow, he could feel the students behind him parting and he walked faster.

A hand landed on his shoulder.

"Kid, the boss, our kumichou, wants to see you."

If Tsuna wasn't stone still out of pure fear, he would be crying.

"So you're looking for reward."

"No!"

"But you knew what you were doing?"

"…no?"

"You bandaged me and told me to get medical help."

"Yes?"

"So you did know what you were doing!"

"Hiieeee!"

The talk went by smoothly. Somehow. Tsuna learnt that the person he helped was the boss – kumichou, in their lingo – of the Hisakata Yakuza. The Hisakata Yakuza's headquarters were in Tokyo, but they came to Namimori specifically for a job. Or a gang fight. Tsuna's wasn't quite sure on the details, having been too terrified to pay proper attention to, well, anything.

And honestly, it made sense that they weren't originally from Namimori. If they were, they wouldn't be so influential and powerful. There was only that much room for the spot of the alpha in Namimori, and Hibari Kyoya occupied it. All of it.

However, Tsuna still didn't understand why the kumichou of all people, had to walk him home. Not to mention, there were around four other men acting as bodyguards.

Everyone was staring.

And then Tsuna tripped, pulling the kumichou down with him. A gun shot pierced the air and the four men burst into actions.

"You have saved my life once again," the kumichou said from under Tsuna. His voice was a little muffled, though, seeing that his face was pressed against the ground.

This happened a few more times, albeit in different situations, with different people in the Hisakata Yakuza, and with increasing impossibility. Tsuna was certain the world was out to mess with him.

Finally, it reached the last straw.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi," the kumichou began. He was sitting opposite Tsuna and the atmosphere was very grave. Tsuna had already grown used to the Hisakata Yakuza, though, so he wasn't affected in the slightest.

"Yes?" He smiled politely.

"We, as a family, know that you are trustworthy. You are also kind, and inspire our men to be the best they can."

"Thank you…?" This conversation was headed in a weird direction. The kumichou stood up and walked towards a window, his hands clasped behind his back. Tsuna couldn't help but note to himself that it looked very much like a scene out of a movie.

"As you know, I do not have any children." No, Tsuna didn't know that. "I once feared that the Hisakata Yakuza would die out along with me." He turned back to Tsuna. "But it's alright now; I've found the perfect heir."

You've got to be kidding—

"Sawada Tsunayoshi, I hereby declare you to be the next boss of the Hisakata Yakuza."

Tsuna's smile froze on his face. He could literally feel his soul leaving his body.

My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi, and I am eleven years old. Somehow, I've become the heir to the Hisakata Yakuza.

i started watching gokusen. it was a mistake. (a great show but i cannot afford to be ensnared rn)

probs not continuing.

hisakata means moon or sky, depending on the usage.