A:/N: Hello guys~! Welcome back! This is the REWRITTEN PART! *squeals* I made it! I won't rewrite this chap for the a second time, since I like it this way. Or maybe if I get better at writting I will do it again, we'll see.

If you're new here, then welcome and enjoy the better written chapter this time, 'cause I sucked pretty bad before! Enjoy reading and thank you all for your support! I cannot believe you read my crappy story from the beginning of my writting, yet I'm very grateful for that. But hopefully this new rewritten chap will bring you better experience that you should have got from the very beginning. Thank you.

Beware! This is un-beta'ed for reasons. Before I started writting, I had no beta-reader and so I'll keep it this way. My beta will help me with the newest chapters that will come out soon.

Main pairing: G27 in the meantime.

Tsuna – 16 years old

Giotto – 21 years old

I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!.

Posted 9 of July, 2015.

A regular orange clock changed from 5:59 to 6 o'clock, and a hand quickly shot out from under the duvets to silence it before the ringing could go off, afraid that the loud noise would wake up the owners of the house, who would later make the owner of the hand face severe concenquences.

The small room was enclosed in complete darkness, save for the little sunlight that managed to break through the drawn curtains and somewhat light up the room. The yellow duvet moved for a while, the person underneath trying to fight his way out, until a brown mess of hair finally peeked out from beneath the covers.

Next came out a hand, then the second hand, until a small, petite body climbed out from underneath the covers and threw them aside, slowly moving to sit up on the small bed.

The person, resembling a feminive girl from the distance, was actually a boy around age from fourteen to sixteen. A brown, spiky, but soft looking tousle of hair that somehow defied gravity sat on his head, and swayed when the boy let out a drawn-out yawn.

The closed eyes opened to reveal large warm caramel orbs shining in the blackness, and his small button like nose crounched up in preparation to sneeze, the dust flying up around him from the force of it.

His face was nicely framed, heart shaped with high cheekbones, full thin lips and complexion naturally pale in the darkness, but in the daylight would look rather sick for a teenager his age.

The brunet's name was Sawada Tsunayoshi, a fresh sixteen years old boy attending Namimory High School also called Dame-Tsuna or Baka-Tsuna.

The brunet stretched shortly and carefully as to not accidenticaly open up any of his new wounds. His body felt sore, and he had to admit that he still felt tired from the yesterday's beating with a belt.

A shudder rocked down his spine at the memory of it, and Tsuna wrapped his arms around himself as if to protect himself from the pain of it. It was one of the worse beatings he gets, and he wished he could forget the event completely. Sadly, such traumatic memories almost never become forgotten.

After few minutes of breathing in and out, Tsuna finally managed to calm down and moved from the bed, his bare feet touching the cold dusty wooden flooring. He cringed lightly when the boards creaked underneath his weight as he took a small step towards his worn out closet.

He took long, careful, but shaky strodes, way too afraid to make any kind of little noise and cringing at each contact with the floor. If only he could stop breathing and not hear the frantic beating of his heart, then he would have been much less scared of being loud.

He let out a long sigh of relief when he finally stood before the closet, managing to keep quiet enough to not wake up the owners, and opened it to take his school uniform. For such a large closet, it was completely empty, except for the uniform, some plain T-shirt, some underwear and one pair of trousers. Any other teenager would have it completely full, but Tsuna was an exception.

You see, his parents, Sawada Nana and Iemitsu were abusing him. Both psychiatrically and physically for years now. It all started after his fifth birthday, and Tsuna to this day never understood why were his parents doing it or why the abuse started in the first place.

The constant yelling and beating from both parents has had become a routine for him now, and he oficially worked as their maid.

Tsuna was used to it by now, so after dressing himself up, he silently walked over to the door, ready to prepare breakfast for his parents. His hand grabbed the old doorknob and twisted it silently, the old wooden door making few screeching sounds as it was opened.

Just why does it have to be so loud? Tsuna thought, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. His frightened caramel eyes glanced at the closed door of his parents' room, standing just one door away from his own, listening to any sounds of footsteps.

Hearing nothing made him exhale a breath he didn't know he was holding in and his shoulders relaxed a bit. It would be horrible if he woke up one of his parents. He didn't wish to have another beating session so early in the morning, so close after the last.

Quietly stroding over to the staircase, Tsuna descended the stairs as carefully as he could, succesfully without tripping over thin air. He smiled at his acomplishment once he was at the bottom, before making his way towards the kitchen.

Passing by the table, he moved right for the fridge in which he already had wrapped breakfast for himself from yesterday and set it on the desk. It was easier for Tsuna this way, as he didn't need to stress over making something for himself in such little time he would had left, and he could only focus on the breakfast that would be suitable for his parents.

Speaking of mornings, it was Monday, another start of another hellish week for Tsuna. However, this one would be different from the others. It was rare for Iemitsu to be gone, but it was one of those weeks when Iemitsu had to leave for his construction work.

Instantly, Tsuna's eyes brightened up at the reminder when his gaze caught the circled date. That meant he wouldn't have to cook for both of them; Iemitsu was rather picky of his food for someone who loved to eat anything, so if the taste didn't appeal to him, naturally Tsuna would get punished by an iron stick.

Other benefit was that he wouldn't have to see his face once he returned from school. By the time Tsuna would arrive at the house, his father should be long gone somewhere in Asia? Tsuna shrugged his shoulders - it was not his business anyway, so it was be better for him not to dwell into it too much.

He grabbed the needed ingredients from the fridge and began preparing Japanese breakfast for his parents with a small smile.

(Meanwhile, somewhere in the other part of the Namimori)

BEEP! BEEP!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

A certain person groaned under the royal blue duvets, the annoying ringing from their clock disturbing their peaceful sleep. Ever so slowly, a hand reached to silence it, but missed a few times and tapped the wooden nightstand until it finally managed to hit its target.

Even after that, the person didn't move from the bed and it almost seemed like they were going back to fall asleep. But remembering that they had an important meeting that day, the person was up in a second, the covers flying up and falling to the ground in the process.

"Shit!" The person, a young adult male with unruly blonde hair, cursed out loud as his hands swing to grab the clock to check the time with wide eyes.

The disturber of his sleep which he hated so much was showing with annoying red numbers that it was 7:40 am.

The blonde haired man paled at the time and another string of talian curses flew out of his mouth freely as he sprinted to the bathroom connected to the room. "Ah, fuck! Shit, shit, shit! I'm gonna be late!"

After a lot of shuffling about sounds, followed by a rather loud thud, the male ran out of the bathroom, looking refreshed except for his hair which was left in a complete disarray.

"Why the fuck did I have to sleep in today and even forgot to set the time?! Fuck me!" The blonde cursed himself while he tried to pull on a pair of black trousers and a clean white shirt at the same time. He grabbed a random black tie from his closet when he was done and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. As if on cue, a shiny toaster went off and a perfectly baked toast flew out of it that got snatched immediately by the blonde man.

Biting into it, the man proceeded to put his black shoes on while jumping in one place, losing his balance few times before he finally managed to tie them on. He grabbed his brown leather bag for today's appointment along with keys from the table near his apartment door and unlocked the door.

The man took a quick glance around the room, checking for the last time if he had everything and didn't forget anything, before leaving in a hurry when his eyes caught sight of the time once more.

The clock on the wall giggled evily, proudly showing 7:50.

Only ten minutes left before the school starts.

Tsuna ate his breakfast slowly, staring at the clock the whole time; the arrows ticking to half past seven. His parents will get very upset if he isn't gone by the time they decide to wake up, so it was time for him to leave.

With that in mind, Tsuna finished his small bowl of cereals, enjoying the feeling of having food in his stomach for once as he stood from the table. Grabbing the empty bowl, the boy casually walked to the sink, washed it clean and put it away like a proper son.

Picking his lunch from the fridge first, then grabbing the school bag by the desk in the entrance hall, Tsuna stuffed the paper bag inside and clipped it shut. His hand grabbed the iron keys from the small bowl atop one chest of drawers and quietly unlocked the entrance door. A soft breze from outside welcomed him when the door was opened, stepping outside and locking the door behind him, Tsuna casually set out to the iron gate and opened it, slightly cringing at the screeching sound it made. The old gate would really appreciate some oil.

Noting that down and closing it back with almost silent clang, Tsuna headed towards his destination: school.

Shifting the bag on his shoulder for better balance, his feet carried him at a steady pace - there was no need to rush, he had plenty of time as always.

His caramel eyes looked over the streets as he made his way towards the Namimory High School, staring in awe at the colorful trees and clear morning sky, which was a rare sight during these rainy months. There were almost always dark or grey clouds accompaning the sky and shadowing the sun. Tsuna took a deep breath of the fresh autumn air, sighing in bliss at the smell of fast food from somewhere. He ignored the sounds from the traffic and people talking in favor of watching the beautiful sky.

For everyone's safety, Tsuna walked at the side line, wanting to have a safe distance from the passing people by him, as well as to avoid the chance of bumping into some unfortunate person and ruining their day. Sawada Tsunayoshi was after all well known for his clumsy nature. Turning his head back to look forward, he caught a glimpse of his school when suddenly a large wave of air hit him, making him shriek out in surprise along with other pedestrians.

He watched with wide eyes as a very shiny black ferrari ran down the road, completely ignoring everything around it and especialy the other cars that had to abrutly stop to not crush into it.

"What the-?! Are you out of your goddamn mind!" Some driver exclaimed in heavy gruff voice, glaring at the black car that was already long gone from everyone's view, only smoke showing the direction where it went.

After few breathless minutes of staring in bewilderment, Tsuna straightened his back and looked around for any danger like this one, but all he noticed were whispers and angry looks from towns people standing around him.

"Who was that? They could have hurt somebody!" An older lady in a dark kimono jabbered out while a newspaper man helped her pick up her tossed bags.

"Most of the drivers these days are like that. It must have been only some kind of a freak." Another retorted in agreement.

Frowning at their words, Tsuna decided it would be better for him to hurry.

By the time he finally arrived, it was already past eight o'clock. Tsuna didn't mind though, his homeroom teacher was always five to seven minutes late, so he still had a bit of spare time to change his shoes.

He pulled the blue indoor shoes on and made his way to his classroom. Although the lessons already started, there were plenty of students strolling the hallways and chatting happily. Those were especialy the female students, who were squealing and giggling for some weird reason, again. If Hibari-san was here, they would surely get into some deep trouble.

Unfortunately, the prefect had some school bussiness to attend at a different high school, so until that is solved, they have a new school committee president: Kensuke Mochida.

Yes, that guy with the brain of a regular jungle living monkey. He only got to be the president because no one else wanted to take the position in fear of Hibari Kyoya's reaction. Hibari-san wasn't very happy of that decision - well, he wouldn't be for sure if somebody told him who had been picked as his substitute. He left before Mochida was officialy elected. Sadly.

Tsuna sighed softly as depressing throughts clouded his mind at the name. Mochida, the leader of the group of bulies that liked to pick on him since kindergarden now became the committee leader. With this new type of freedome, they can pretty much bully him whenever they want to and nobody would say a word about it because, well, they are the disciplinary committee.

His feet stopped before the door to his dreaded destination, only giving the 2-B sign on the wooden surface a glance before he pulled the door open. In a second, the sounds inside stopped at once and all eyes fell on him, at first filled with wonder which quickly turned to disgust when they saw who it was.

"Oh, it's just Dame-Tsuna." Somebody said while the rest stayed quiet.

Tsuna looked away, trying to ignore the sudden silence of the room and hesitantly headed to his seat, placing the bag down on top of his desk.

He turned his gaze to glance at his classmates and noticed them all seated in their rightful places. They weren't looking at him anymore, for which Tsuna was more than grateful as the room was filled with laughter and noise once more.

Seeing that nobody was going to humiliate him, Tsuna turned his head to look outside through his favorite window, but found out that it was already occupied by his female classmates. The brunet blinked, watching in confusion as one of the girls let out a squeal and pointed outside at something.

What are they pointing at? Tsuna found himself wondering, still staring at the girls.

He almost shrieked when the girls suddenly screamed in joy and jumped in one place, their cheeks tainted pink with hearts popping around them. Tsuna sweatdropped and rather turned his attention to his desk, not having anything else good enough to look at other than the window.

The school bell rang, and the girls finally went to their seats, leaving the scenery open for Tsuna to view.

Except he didn't get a chance to, as a short lean man, Takuto Yamada, Tsuna recalled, a homeroom teacher of 3-C class walked into the room and stood in front of them, receiving confused looks from the students. What was he doing here when he wasn't their teacher of any subject circled inside all of the students' heads.

Takuto tapped his folders against the teacher's desk to align them before setting them down flat on the wood and looked from one end to the other of the classroom. Couching into his hand to clear his voice, he started. "Alright, students. I have some important information for you." Whispers immediately exploded around the class before he could continue.

"Now, now! Please be patient." The teacher grumbled and knocked on the wood, managing to quiet down the classroom without needing to say anything more. Only Tsuna silently watched the man, wondering what had happened for him to come all the way from the other building.

Takuto-san waited one minute, probably to make the situation more dramatic before giving away the news. "Your homeroom teacher, Takamura-san withdrew from school yesterday."

Gasps erupted in the class, along with some quick blabbering that was just too fast for Tsuna to understand.

"No way!" Tsuna could only catch that one yell of disbelief from the only person that was speaking loud enough for him to hear. Tsuna frowned at the news, but he wasn't exactly shocked by them. He had caught the homeroom teacher looking down enough times to figure out that something was up.

The teacher sighed while he waited for the shocking news to settle in and continued. "Unfortunately, it's true. Takamura-san had personal problems that needed to be solved and decided to withdraw yesterday evening. We were all shocked by the news, but fortunately, the headmaster has immediately found a solution."

"What? Already?" The students were disappointed to say the least, the excitement quickly leaving them.

Takuto-san nodded with a smile. "Yes, I would like to intruduce to you your new homeroom and math teacher. It was settled yesterday that Nezu-sensei won't be your math teacher anymore. On top of that, Nezu-sensei called in sick, so that will cheer you up."

New homeroom teacher? Tsuna blinked in wonder, although he wanted to jump in delight and scream in joy at the latter part of the news. Nezu-sensei sick and no longer their math teacher? Tsuna couldn't ever be more happier. He hated math as well the science the teacher led, practically being the worst student at them and Nezu-sensei never failed to throw it in his face at any time. To hear that Nezu got sick and won't come to school was the best present he could ever get.

But there laid another problem. The new math teacher.

Tsuna's excitement ran cold and his eyebrow furrowed in worry as he curled in his seat. What if the man turns out to be worse than Nezu? Or what if he will hate him just like everyone else, maybe even more once he hears what kind of loser he is?

His shoulders slumped, the previous joy getting replaced by fear and anxiety. He sat rigid in his seat when Takuto-sensei called for the newcomer to come in, his scared eyes staring at the door of their classroom.

God, his hands and legs, his whole body was shaking so much, he probably looked like some mouse trapped in the claws of a cat. Tsuna gulped as the classroom door opened and a pair of polished shoes stepped into the room.

Why was he looking at their feet anyway? Tsuna wondered and slowly moved his gaze upwards to see who their new teacher was. His eyes moved from the black trousers to a clean white shirt, broad shoulders-!

The second his gaze fell on the person's face, Tsuna stilled in shock. Although he was pretty much frozen in place, he still managed to hear the screaming of the female population in his class.

The new teacher smiled, friendly and absolutely killer one, and waved at them, earning himself more fangirl screams. "Hello, students."

Takuto had to cover his ears from the deafening shrieks, his teeth gritted together as he glared across the room at the girls and slammed his palms against the desktop. "Quiet, all of you! This is a school! Not some child playground!"

The new teacher, a young man with blonde hair that resembled Tsuna's own in some twisted way, only with longer bangs and more stylish looking spikes than his own, smiled sheepishly and tried to calm down the girls as well. The spiky hair was ridiculously fitting, especialy with those gorgerous amber eyes the man possessed.

Tsuna couldn't help himself but stare. He looked so much like him, and yet, he was so much better looking than him!

He had toned body as well, Tsuna noticed from the way the shirt wrinkled around his body as he moved, although the man was quite leaner than any other muscular men he saw on the streets.

Wait a minute! Tsuna's body jerked. Why was he staring at him like this in the first place?!

Tsuna tore his eyes away from the man in favour of his desk. It had a very nice wooden texture to look at.

Unfortunately, he was forced to look at the handsome man once more when Takuto-sensei cleared his throat to get the students' attention on him and away from the taller foreigner. "Everyone, as all of you heard before I was rudely interrupted, this is your new teacher."

The teacher turned is head to look up at the blonde haired man and smiled. "Please, introduce yourself, Wadasa-san."

The handsome man returned the smile, again it was the killer smile that made some of the girls faint, and turned to the whole class to intruduce himself. "Hello, everyone. My name is Wadasa Giotto Ieyasu and I'll be your new homeroom and math teacher. It's a pleasure to meet you, and I hope we will get all along," and bowed his head politely.

Tsuna felt heat rise to his cheeks. Not only was their new teacher good-looking, he also had very nice voice with some small accent to it. He didn't know which though, but it made his japanese sound soothing. The accent fit the man well, but at the same time, it was like a weapon against the female population.

From the corner of his eye he saw how many girls from his class were blushing heavily, hearts popping around them and their eyes filled with love as they stared at the blonde, many of them giggling in joy. Even Kyoko-chan, along with her best friend Hana were blushing, which was surprising.

Vongola-sensei didn't seem bothered by it, Tsuna figured, his gaze back on the said man and waited if he was going to say anything else.

He got a bit disappointed when instead of him, Takuto-san spoke up in a tired voice, already knowing what was going to happen next. "Well then, since Vongola-san is new here, and at the start of the year you did this as well, you may ask him some questions."

At the exact moment when Takuto finished speaking, many hands shot up into the air, eager to give the handsome man questions they would like to have answers for.

Most of the boys of Tsuna's class groaned, unwilling to have the man as their teacher since all of the girls have already fallen in love with him, which destroyed any chance for them to get into their hearts.

"Vongola-sensei! How old are you?" One blushing girl asked first.

"Twenty-one." The blonde answered with a smile.

"So young!" The girls giggled cheerfully and the teacher only gave a sheepish smile. Takuto rolled his eyes at their reaction, feeling completely left out. Tsuna knew that feeling very well. "Vongola-san here is a pure genius, most of other people his age are still in university, but he already finished three of them! Three! You, students, can't comprehend how hard that is to accomplish in such little time!"

"Well..." The foreigner spoke up, stratching his cheek in embarrassement at the praising, "my teacher was, uh, Professor Borin..."

"Professor Borin?!" Takuto's body jerked towards him. The class was once again perplexed, wondering who was this 'Borin' person to make the usually calm Takuto-sensei act like this.

"The man that is a mathematical genius that can solve every single problem previously considered impossible to solve?! That Professor Borin?!"

"Uhh... yes?" The man confirmed, sounding very unsure. He was not quite sure if it was a good idea to prove that fact, and accidently give the other teacher a heart attack. It wouldn't honestly surprise him if he did.

"I can't believe it!" Takuto gasped and snatched the man's hand to give him a firm shake. "Our school is honored that you chose us of all the other schools! I must call principal for this!"

The tall blonde blinked for few times, completely cluess as to what just happened as Takuto turned to the whole class and ordered: "Class! Be nice to Wadasa-san! I'll be back in five minutes!"

With these words, the teacher sprinted out of the room to spread the word of Professor Borin's student, leaving very perplexed Giotto behind with class full of excited fangirls.

Tsuna pitied the man for such misfortune as he stared at him, trying to stay low and keep away from their view. If he did this, his classmates could ignore him and not embarass him in front of their new teacher.

He watched as the blonde let out a short sigh and turned fully into the class's view with a sheepish smile. "Well, I guess you can continue asking me questions."

Many hands shot up into the air. The blonde didn't know where to look first and pointed at one male student closest to him, hoping he would ask him a normal question.

"Yes?"

"Are you married?" The boy asked with a straight face. It took a lot of self restrain for Giotto to not splutter at that question - Reborn would be surely proud of him for this accomplishment.

"Uh, no. I'm not married." He answered carefully, feeling a little awkward. He was just twenty-one years old for crying out loud.

Giggles erupted in the room and the boy who asked this question slumped down in his chair in defeat. He had hoped he was married so the girls would give up their hopes to win the man's heart.

"Then, are you engaged?" Hana asked calmly next after being picked, though no matter how hard she would deny it, she was eager to hear the answer like everyone else who eyed the unfortunate man at the front like a group of hungry vultures.

Sweat rolled down Giotto's temple, showing just how nervous he was as he answered her, yet again, negatively. "No, I'm not..."

"What about a lover?"

"No..."

"A girlfriend?" This one was halfway up from her chair, eagerly waiting.

"Uh, I haven't been in any kind of relationship for years now..."

He shouldn't have said that. He really shouldn't have.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!" The amount of screams from 2.A class were so unbelievably strong and so loud, they managed to shake the whole school.

The first three hours Giotto spent with the 2-B were the most tiring hours of his entire life. The students just couldn't shut up and leave him alone for at least one second. One fucking second, goddamit!

His head hurt, his ears hurt. It was a wonder he hasn't got ran over by any of his new fangirls yet, so more pain would be added to his poor brain and already miserable life. But he could gurantee that was going to happen soon, very soon, one way or another. His intuition was never wrong.

Other than that, it was an interesting sight to see how the students introduced themselves. Every girl gave him a fair amount of sweet smiles as they said their names, but from the male population on the other hand he only received glares. What has he done to them already? Nah, it was pointless to even ask. He would get unreasonable answers and the blonde really didn't need more information to process than the amount he has obtained so far.

Giotto wasn't a robot, he couldn't remember every face and every detail anyway, so it was too soon for him to know who was who. It didn't help that right after the students' introductions, they immediately started talking about their interests and school, other worthless topics like that, which Giotto never cared about. His attention was solely on the classroom, where who sat, what kind of items they had in there...

Giotto's train of thought halted. Now that he thought about that, wasn't there a brown haired boy that awfuly reminded him of himself? There was one, he saw him or was it a girl...?

Giotto stopped walking in the middle of the hallway he was walking along and rubbed his chin in thought, trying to remember how the whole classroom looked and where who sat. If he's not mistaken, a boy with spiky brown hair was sitting near the windows.

Yes! He did. Now he remembered. However, for some reason he couldn't incorporate him into any of the conversations he had with the class. Actually, Giotto was pretty sure the boy might have not even introduced himself, or did he? He couldn't remember and all the thinking was making his headache feel worse.

Despite the thudding pain, Giotto couldn't shake off the boy, who admittedly looked a lot like a girl, from his mind. They didn't meet eyes once for the past three hours he was there. Giotto had noticed that. Weren't the students glaring at him as well?

He must be imagining things already. Heck, he doesn't remember if the boy was there in the first place.

What was wrong with him? He asked himself, his fingers rubbing at his temple.

Shaking his head to rid himself of more head-splitting thoughts, Giotto continued his journey towards the teachers' lounge. Along the way he met few other teachers who greeted him, some students of older classes and much to his bad luck, some fangirling girls who took a picture of him for a reason he would rather not know. Girls were always so weird in his presence.

A yellow board on the wall was the first thing that caught his attention the second he walked in the room. Giotto's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he made his way towards it to read its content.

There was his name written on it, as a substitute teacher for PE with 2-B class on the fourth period.

Isn't the fourth period right now? Giotto thought and suddenly blanched as the realisation hit him.

Karma just royally fucked Giotto for cursing earlier in the morning. Screw the headache, he ran to the gym like wind and scared the crap out of anyone who he sprinted by.

If there exists a record of someone running to some long destination in ten minutes, then they better try again because Giotto has just beaten it. He made it into the gym in just five minutes from one side of the building to another while managing to change his clothing on top of that.

The students stared at him with sparkles in their wide eyes, Giotto realised once he got there. He was only wearing a normal T-shirt, some blue pants and red trainers, what looked so magical about him, he had no idea and decided not to ask either.

With the class already sorted into two rows, Giotto could take a better look on each one of them. And look at that, there was that brown haired boy again, standing a bit farther away from the group than the rest. He wasn't wrong about his appearance after all. He looked just like him! Heck, the child could pass as an exact copy of him like a breeze! Except for the colouring.

There was something strange about the brunet, however, that he noticed straight away. Giotto arched a brow, wondering why the boy was standing so far away from his classmates as if they would bite if he came any closer. Which was plain ridiculous.

Giotto continued staring at him unwittingly, not knowing what to think of him. Since the brunet was staring at the ground under his sneakers, Giotto couldn't see his face properly, but his complexion looked quite pale. Thin arms and thin ungainly legs, he looked weak and frail. Nothing special, he was an ordinary person.

His mouth opened as to ask the brunet something, but was beated by some girl reminding him. "Aren't we supposed to start the lesson, Wadasa-sensei?"

"Oh, right. I apologize." Giotto said with a dull smile, turning his attention to her. "Uh, I guess you could do two laps first? Then we will do some exercise and we will see what we will do next."

"Roger, sir!" The students declared and one by one began running. Giotto watched them for some time as they ran, silently observing them when a rustling noise from behind him suddenly startled him. He quickly turned around to see who it was, and glared at the black raven that flew out from the innocent bush.

Scaring him like that definitely made his heart race a little. He sighed and ran a hand through his bangs, trying to calm down his burning senses. He couldn't force himself to stop being this jumpy at each noise that occured near him. It was reminding him of his old home. Giotto grimaced at the thought of it and rubbed his forehead tiredly, his glare settled on the ground. He will need to take some break after today if his thoughts are already mixing together with memories.

Since he had his back turned towards the class and wasn't paying any attention to them, he totally missed the event where Mochida kicked Tsuna under his feet, making him stumble and collide with the hard floor rather painfully.

The brunette let out a short whimper as he rubbed his hurting side from the impact, trying to ignore the laughter coming from his classmates as they sprinted past him.

He let out a small sigh shortly after that before getting up on shaky feet, his body slightly swaying as he forced it to stand straight, still shaken by the fall. After recovering, he broke back into a short run, although it didn't matter anymore – he was last anyway.

Something stung his leg and he hissed lightly as the cloth of his trousers brushed against it. He will need to go to the infirmary after this... sometime. He knew that the nurse in there didn't like him, because he's the Dame-Tsuna and all... and she's never there in the first place to be truthful. Surely she's somewhere outside the school smoking, since when Hibari is around, she can't do that if she values her life.

Hopefully the prefect will come back soon, Mochida is horrible at his job and ruins everything the raven has done for the school. He has absolutely no idea what he is doing.

Before long, Tsuna finally finished his first lap and was already panting and sweating like crazy. It was not much surprising though, he didn't have any condition for PE anyway. Mainly because he had wounds on his body that haven't had the time to heal up yet, making it harder for him to do any kind of exercise. His tired feet dragged him towards his classmates who looked perfectly fine, waiting for Wadasa-sensei's next orders.

How could they keep up with that kind of pace so easily, Tsuna could only wonder. They were either left only slightly breathless or not at all while he took big gulps of the sweet air, his back straightening up before stroding to stand in front of the foreigner. He still chose to stay a bit further away from the rest of them, wanting to avoid any kind of conflict with them.

His eyes glanced at the chattering group for a second before moving to look at their teacher. He felt his heart sink a bit when he realized the blonde wasn't looking at them, though he didn't understand why it was bothering him in the first place. Wadasa-sensei was going over some papers, it would be better not to disturb him.

Unexpectedly, at the start of the lesson he noticed the man staring at him. Him. Dame-Tsuna. Heat rose to his cheeks, tinging them a light shade of pink at the mere mention of it. His hands rose up to pat and pinch his cheeks. He's a guy for crying out loud! Guys don't blush from seeing another guy staring at them!

A-And W-Wadasa-san is a man! Tsuna is a man, who has just turned sixteen... and he l-likes Kyoko-chan already. Tsuna's face fell down at the thought of her. Right... he liked a girl who doesn't even know he exists. They were all right. He is such a loser...

Giotto grinned merrily. He had done some of his work already while the class was doing laps. He was glad he accidentally brought some of the papers with him, although it was purely by a mistake and lack of attention.

However... The grin slowly dropped off his face.

There were more stacks waiting for him to be read and marked in his office. Giotto felt like slapping himself, cussing himself in his head for being such an idiot. With an exasperated sigh, he changed his attention on the students and blinked. They were already done? Huh, they are pretty fast... or he had been signing way too slowly.

He coughed into his hand to get the class's attention. "Alright, how about we start the exercise now?" He looked over them, trying to find one person that seemed good enough to be the leader, and also someone he knew the name of.

Spotting a blue haired boy with dark blue eyes that was standing in the middle of the crowd, Giotto smiled. "Yoru-san, could you start first?"

The boy blinked as he was suddenly adressed and moved to stand before him. "Sure, Wadasa-sensei."

"Thank you, also, I almost forgot to announce something." Giotto continued, turning to the girls who squealed in delight. "Your music teacher, Elisabeth-san, has asked me to inform you that you're supposed to be meeting her in the dance class right now, so you're free to go."

"Eh? Oh, thank you, Wadasa-sensei! We're training a performance for the autumn festival and it has to be perfect!" Kyoko told him eagerly when she came up to him, although Giotto had no desire to ask her for details. He gave her a small nod to acknowledge her and watched as they headed inside the building to change.

Shaking his head at their näivety, the blonde looked up over the field only for his expression to morph into a blank stare. The brown haired boy was staring down with an expression full of sorrow and Giotto has never felt such burning urge to ran up to someone to comfort them.

And suddenly the boy blinked, as if he snapped out of his thoughts by an invissible force and looked up.

Their eyes met and both widened in surprise. Burning amber clashed with sweet chocolate ones. Giotto found himself unable to tear his eyes away, the brunet's warm game drawing him in and refusing to let go. Tsunayoshi wasn't doing any better. Earlier, he had been thinking what kind of punishment he would face for coming late again. He still had detention for sleeping in the class from previous Tuesday, which only meant punishment from his mother. Lost in his own troublesome thoughts, he suddenly felt someone's gaze boring into him. Out of curiousity and slight fear of the person's identity, he looked up and felt his eyes dilate upon seeing who it was.

His new homeroom teacher was the one staring at him. The world crumbled around them, becoming nonexistent.

For the first time in Tsuna's pathetic life, someone finally noticed him. The feeling he had felt so many years ago and never felt again, the feeling which he wanted so badly to catch again, it was almost pleasant to find out he was still able to feel it. If only the same orange eyes weren't paralyzing him.

He couldn't move an inch, nor turn his head away and it was staring to freak him out. Tsunayoshi always held eye-contact for more than three seconds before looking away, and it was scaring him how he couldn't move his body. It was obnoxious to look into someone's face for so long when he got beated up for it.

Thankfully, Yoru called out that they were done and the two snapped out from their dazed state. The brunette quickly looked away, his face flushing and eyebrows furrowing at the strange feeling swirling inside him.

Giotto on the other hand couldn't help but smirk at the blush on other's pale face, finding it enjoyable to look at. The brunet looked quite cute for a boy...

He immediately frowned at his thoughts and shook his head. To block out what was going on inside his head, he turned to his other student, who was staring up at him with slightly annoyed face. Giotto smiled and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Uh, I apologize, Yoru-san. I wasn't listening, what were you saying?"

The irritation in Yoru's voice as he answered him was unmistakable. "I said that we are done. Can we go home now? There's only five minutes left since you've arrived late, Wadasa-san, and all of us would like to leave already."

"...Of course you can. This is your last period right? Here are the keys from the dressing room." Giotto told him, giving a strained smile at other's rudeness. He would have given him a good old lecture about manners if there weren't so many people around, but Giotto was better than that. Punching a child is a crime and he has no desire to go to prison for that. (Otherwise he would for damn sure.)

"Thanks," The boy said bitterly and went on his merry-way, not saying anything else. It took a lot of Giotto's self control to not burn his ass off for being such an insufferable brat. Just when he turned around to walk the opposite direction something crashed into him, forcing a shocked gasp out of him. With years of experience, he managed to balance himself quickly enough to grab whatever that hit him by what he comprehended as shoulders.

So it had to be a person, and he was proven correct. His eyes glanced at the short person that ran into him and felt heat rise to his face. Why had it to be the brunet boy he was ogling few minutes ago of all people? He shoved the annoying blush off of his face and gently pushed the boy away from him. His student was stiff as a board, Giotto worried he had gone into shock as he stared at him.

Tsuna had a small on-going battle in his head. He thought for a second that he ran into a bully because his shoulders were grabbed so suddenly. Seeing it was just the new teacher took a load off his mind. Tsunayoshi tilted his head up to look at the blonde when he asked him if he was alright. Without even thinking, he blurted the first thing that came to his mind when he saw the worried expression the man had.

"I-I'm v-very sorry! I-I didn't m-mean t-to d-do t-that!"

"Hey, it's alright. It happens to everyone sometimes." Giotto smiled at him and Tsuna tensed as he felt blood rushing to his cheeks. The teacher didn't seem to notice that Tsuna was slowly turning into a tomato when the boy realised his hands were still on his shoulders and started asking him questions.

"Ah, what's your name if I may know? You haven't introduced yourself in the class before." Tsuna hang his head low in shame. He wanted to do that... but he was more afraid of what would the bullies do to him if he dared to speak up. Could he tell him now after everyone has gone home?

"U-Um..." He started awkwardly before gathering enough courage to mutter in a meek voice, "m-my n-name is S-Sawada T-Tsunayoshi..."

The boy's voice was so quiet and for some reason raspy, Giotto barely catched anything of what he said. So he leaned closer to him and tried again. "Huh? I didn't hear you. Can you speak up a little bit?"

Tsuna whimpered lightly at the closeness. He didn't like when people invaded his personal space like that, it usually ended with a punch or spit, but the blonde hasn't tried to do anything to him, so he decided he was safe.

"S-Sawada T-Tsunayoshi..." He said in a louder voice and watched as the blonde's face lit up with a smile.

"So you're Tsunayoshi-kun. That's a very pretty name."

Tsuna blushed at the first compliment he ever heard from another human being. He never thought that his name could be pretty... it just sounded weird to him and to everyone else as well. Could it be that foreigners have different tastes for names...?

He was grateful though, the tiny flutter in his heart tickling as he thanked the blonde. "T-Thank you..." Giotto grinned.

"There's no need to thank me. You should go home now though. It's getting late." Letting go of Tsunayoshi's shoulders, Giotto stepped aside for him to go to the lockers.

He saw the boy nod before heading towards his destination without giving him another glance back.

Two different people parted their ways that day. But all of their secrets has yet to be revealed.

The good ones, and the dark ones.

A:/N: Sooooooooooo... as I said, I rewrote it. I can't believe that I wrote such stupid sentences like that, I am very sorry if you didn't understand me. Now I understand writting better and I will continue doing this with the other chapters that need it very bad.

Again, thank you for being patient with me and for all your support! I hope you enjoyed reading if not, well... please don't kill me. *hides behind a wall made of iron*