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Well it's been a while but ya know- busy, busy, busy lol

anyway it's been forever since the first chapter and honestly it's a little rusty... Also don't judge me for putting another song into one of my stories - this one has been haunting me for forever! And none of my other stories could even kinda fit the idea of the image of my mind like this one..

You know what? Just accept the randomness of it all. It's easier for both of us ;D

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The song is King of Anything by Sara Bareilles- obviously I don't own

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The first day of university wasn't exactly the best for Sawada Tsunayoshi. It had barely started but he knew it was just going to suck. Why? Well he was lost already for starters.

'This is what I get for daydreaming about future plots for my new book.' The brunette grumbled inwardly. Katekyo Hitman Rebo wasn't even supposed to be this big of a hit! It was just something he did for fun but now the series was in huge demand. He was so glad none of his brother's friends or Reborn have heard of it yet. Actually he was grateful his brother himself hasn't caught on to his new books. Who knows what would happen if he finds out everyone but him was a character or future character and not him. Tsuna knew it would definitely be a pain in the ass to handle at the very least.

His current dilemma for his masterpiece was that whilst he had introduced the fiery, loyal right hand man, the loveable, ever-smiling athlete, the energetic boxer and the (fan favourite he may add) aloof prefect there had been a few suggestions for more child mascot type characters like Rebo. It was annoying considering he had barely planned out any such backstory for the hitman infant yet. Hell he hadn't introduced Mukuro yet!

Maybe the character is in a group with other special people much like him? But that means a whole new set of characters to think of! And who would be his muse? They had to be crazy and unique enough to stand side by side Giotto's group after all.

Tsuna groaned as he realised once again his mind had gone off a tangent and he was even more lost than before! He would have to just accept the fact he'll be missing his first lecture and try to achieve the much lower goal of finding his way back to the teacher's lounge so he could maybe meet everyone for lunch.

Lunch was in four hours.

Hopefully he'll get there on time.

Knowing his damn luck and sense of direction it wasn't likely.

After wondering for half a hour and being too shy to actually go inside a full classroom to ask for help he had finally bumped into someone. His heart lightened. Finally! God must have been shining brightly for him today like Knuckles said.

Then the brunette saw the all too familiar face of the person he bumped into and his heart dropped to the pits of his stomach. Damn Knuckles had always been full of shit. Tsuna's face immediately lost whatever colour he had. Why? Out of everyone he had to meet today, why him?

Xanxus scowled. He was in a terribly foul mood already and it was barely noon. The stupid shark was too loud. So was that Prince trash. And that pathetic Levi scum too. The damn tranny teacher was too damn flirty to anything that moved. It was a good thing the greedy fucking teacher and stupid frog weren't there or he would have ruined the whole room, hell, the whole floor with his temper. Again.

What was worse was that this years syllabus required them all to 'mingle' with all the other Art majors in order to get inspiration for their end of year works which they had to collaborate with a first year student. Fuck.

Xanxus did not share. He did not work together. And he certainly did not collaborate.

But the final work was worth 50% of his whole damn grade. It could easily determine whether he passed or failed. Double fuck.

So deep in his angry inner ramblings he didn't even notice that he bumped into someone. It wasn't until the other made a rather small high pitched squeak that he looked down with an intimidating frown. His frown deepened into a dark scowl as he realized it was the same trash who bumped into him yesterday. Scums don't survive when they make the mistake a first time. Seems this particular trash is flirting precariously with the thin line that is his temper.

"The fuck you want?" He snarled out ferociously causing the rather feminine looking teen to cower even further. Yet interestingly enough never once did the other break off any eye contact. Caramel brown never left blood crimson. It was both strangely attractive and unnerving to the rough older male.

"A-Ano I'm sorry! I-I just-" The brunette began to apologize in a panicky yet soft voice. Xanxus had to raise a brow at that. Usually people who crossed him like this- twice no less- were borderline hysterical as they begged him for mercy to spare their tiny existence. He didn't know whether to be insulted or impressed. The freshman before him was different to everyone he met. He was confusing.

Xanxus did not like it.

It was uncomfortable and squeamish and different.

Actually he decided he hated it.

And that means he hated him.

Crimson orbs narrowed and hardened.

"Fucking leave then trash!" He roared, this last interaction snapping finally igniting his short fuse. Calloused hands twitch with the urge to fling anything at the poor teen. Preferably a wine bottle. Any people within earshot promptly ran the other direction, scurrying like mice chased by a giant liger. However while the smaller male finched he still held his ground firmly, eyes still staring into his own albeit more warily now. "Can you please at least tell me where room X. 27 is?" A soft voice managed to shakily ask out.

The older looked at the small figure incredulously. This guy must be a complete suicidal idiot if he was still standing here. Even the insane fake prince or the loud mouthed shark would have left with their stupid tails between their legs and this weak looking freshman who looked like a small breeze could knock him down stood firm against his temper? Did the boy just gamble his life? For a question on directions no less?

There was just a lull in the silence. Confused, angry red met with timid yet strong honey brown.

Then the older of the two did something he even after years to come, could never explain. "Tch. Two floors up and the seventh room to the right." Large eyes blinked before brightening up in understanding. Cherubic innocent features lighted up in a warm smile. "T-thank you." The smaller male said, his voice gentle with nothing but honest gratefulness and not even a waver of fear. It was like the other had completely forgotten the last few minutes. Xanxus watched the other student walk quickly away, he felt a sense of déjà vu from yesterday as he stared down at the disappearing figure as if that would help unravel the strange brunette's secrets.

One thing he knew though was that the fluffy brunette was definitely an individual blessed with the stupidity of half a fucking rock.

The tanned male scoffed at his own thought and turned the other direction. For some reason feeling a little lighter than before.

Tsuna smiled happily as he just managed to catch his first lecture on Ancient Literature. As he watched the lecturer organise his files his mind drifted off to the older male from before. That man seemed so scary at first- who knew he was so nice?! Yeah he had a really harsh glare, it could almost be as bad as Alaude's or even Reborn's but the brunette knew better now than to show weakness and back down.

The tanned male seemed to be as Alaude would describe - a carnivore and Tsuna had dealt with his fair share of carnivores thanks to his brother. Though he surprised even himself when the words slipped so smoothly from his lips, despite his experience on handling bloodthirsty, angry tutors and skylarks (with the occasional pink*cough* red-haired smoker and pineapple haired illusionist) talking back usually promised pain. Lots of pain.

But the other just looked at him strangely and answered. And that made him a pretty decent person in the brunette's book. Heck, if the older male had given him some candy he would have jumped into his arms by now.

Tsuna decided that the next time he meets the now not-so-scary male he'll at least have the courtesy to thank him. Yes that's exactly what he'll do. Maybe he would give the guy candy instead. Actually maybe something savory- he didn't seem to look like the sweets type. Oh he could cook something for him! As a token of gratitude of coarse. It wasn't because of anything else...

At this the brunette blushed. But why he couldn't understand. Anything else? What else was there? Okay maybe admittedly there was something about the guy, something that drew him to him, that made his mind clear yet at the same time feel smothered by an unexplainable fog. The fact he, a writer whose passion is to put the intangible things of the world into words on paper, couldn't explain this feeling both confused and roused him. It was intriguing.

Maybe that's what it was- he was just curious. That made sense.

Shrugging off his thoughts the writer began focusing on the lecture before him. Only sometimes did his mind wander back to the scowling man with those fierce dark crimson eyes.

"And what... Made you so chipper today?" A certain melon-haired male asked, a well trimmed brow raised as he looked at the beautifully happy smile on his friend's adorable brother's face. Not that he was complaining though.

Tsuna just hummed in response, taking another bite of his onigiri as he did so. "Oh nothing. I just had a good first day in class."

The eyebrow raised a little higher. "Oya, oya, did you manage to enter mid-way through the lecture instead of finally arriving in the last five minutes?"

A small snort was heard in the far corner of the room were a certain red-head smoking a cigarette was. "Please, more like he managed to find his second lecture on time because he gave up on arriving to the first one."

Asari who was lounging on one of the couches laughed, as did Lampo, Knuckles and Giotto. Even Alaude quirked his lips slightly as he read through his notes. Tsuna scowled giving everyone a playful halfhearted glare at them all which looked more like pouting puppy. "Mou~ I'll have you know I arrived on time for my first lecture thank you very much! I even was a few minutes early!" Okay the last part was a lie but the brunette couldn't help but feel a vindictive spark of pleasure when everyone clammed up and stared at him in wide-eyed disbelief.

"You?" His big brother choked out. The younger male's scowl turned into a rather displeased frown. Was it really that surprising? Hell he was pretty sure they would be less surprised if he had told them he'd seen Reborn hugging kittens in a bright yellow lace dress with- oh god now he was making himself feel nauseous. "Yes. Me Gio-nii." He affirmed rather sulkily.

"Kufufufu Tsunayoshi you know it's not nice to lie. Naughty boys get punished after all~" Daemon leered, quickly getting over his shock and earning him a light smack on the head by the younger who was sitting next to him on the table. "You know I'm no liar Daemon-san." He huffed. "I met this guy-"

"WHAT?!" Came the immediate ear shattering reply as more than half of the men whipped there heads to the teen so fast the laws of velocity and thermodynamics probably broke in the process.

A menacing aura was starting to fill the room not that Tsuna noticed, he too was adding to the suffocating room with his now growing irritation of now being teased and interrupted. "Guys I know it's hard to believe I managed to be on time for class but it's a LITTLE insulting you don't think I'm capable enough to meet someone." Since he was met with no answer the brunette continued with a sigh. He wasn't one to get angry anyway. Petty and vindictive yes. Angry and raging no.

"As I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted- I met this guy and even though he was in a really, really bad mood he was nice enough to give me easy to understand directions." The explanation seemed to relax his brother and his his friends though the older men were still a little tense. But Tsuna wisely ignored that. Instead he moved on to a much more lighthearted subjected that he knew would distract everyone in the room.

"By the way guys- I decided it's time to play The Game."

Now this perked the teachers up. The Game was something they made up years back, it was admittedly quite childish but it was always entertaining and it was something played only between each other. Even Reborn was only allowed in the loop a year ago- they had to after all the weird looks they got when and after they were playing it by their tutor and friend. Though he had only played a single round it was quite entertaining to see the man's usually so composed expression break ever so slightly.

"Daemon?"

"Kufufufu, he's in the cafeteria with all some of the other teachers."

The brunette grinned sadistically. The older men also mirrored the expression. It was always fun to take the role of amused bystander.

"Now. I think it's the perfect time to say my greetings don't you think?"

"Reborn!"

A tall, handsome male looked toward the source of the familiar voice with a raised brow. His other companions who insisted that he'd join them for lunch (well more like the women of the group insisted and the men couldn't argue) also stopped their conversation to follow the usually uncaring teacher's line of sight.

There walking toward them with tray in hand was admittedly one of the cutest student they had seen. With big, expressive doe eyes that swirled a delightful mix of chocolate and caramel, gravity defying fluffy chestnut locks perfectly framing a childish face with rather delicate features and a slender, compact body form for a male not to mention a smile that could make angels swoon... And then he tripped, shattering the pink-hazed illusion and snapping the teachers sans Reborn from their daze.

Luckily the brunette managed to steady himself at the last minute, the hot cup of what seemed to be coffee sloshing dangerously in it's container. After making sure his tray was not completely drenched the teen sighed in audible relief. "Dame-Tsuna what are you doing here?"

Tsuna's head shot up, startled, just realizing he had an audience witness his rather embarrassing act. Blushing heavily the teen bowed slightly before looking at Reborn. "Ah, sorry. I just wanted to check out the canteen and I saw you and- hey that's mine!"

The suited male merely smirked and continued sipping the stolen hot beverage. The contents was a delicious strong espresso, Tsuna must have brewed it himself, Reborn thought appreciatively.

The brunette would have continued pouting but a small cough from the adults around his childhood torturer made him quickly realise again that there was an audience. "Ah! I'm so sorry." He bowed slightly again, creamy skin turning a delicate pink.

"Haha, no problem kora!" A blonde man with a camouflaged patterned bandana chuckled heartily, easing the awkward atmosphere a bit. "Come sit with us kora, I would like to know how the bastard has been hiding such a cute kid behind our backs."

Tsuna couldn't help but smile a little slyly at that, wisely ignoring the kid comment. If they were surprised now he can't wait to see their reactions in the next ten minutes. This may be the best round of the Game ever. Flashing a grateful look at the blonde man the brunette chose to sit on an empty seat that had been placed fortunately directly opposite Reborn's spot, across the table. From there he could easily see the whole cafeteria and while there was the occasional curious look or jealous glare the place was thankfully quite empty considering. Great, he didn't want to push through a ton of people when he ran for his life after.

"Dame-Tsuna."

"Eh? Uhm. Yes?"

The raven haired man gave him that condescending smirk that he knew all too well and suddenly any speck of guilt for the fedora loving male was wiped pretty damn clean. "I said-" he drawled in a smug deep baritone voice that could send shivers down a polar bear, not that Tsuna was really affected- he had years to build up a resistance to what he'd liked to call the Devil's Seduction. "Meet my... colleagues, Dame-Tsuna."

"Oh.." The writer was really embarrassed now, this was the third time in the last few minutes that he'd had forgotten the rather colorful looking group around his friend. "Um- I'm very sorry for being so rude, my name is Dam- I mean Tsunayoshi Sawada."

There was a murmur of greetings that filled the table and the brunette smiled shyly.

The blonde man was Colonello Braxton - a hundred percent full blooded American, who was part of the Sports and Athletics Division of the university, teaching basic self-defense and something called Wilderness Survival. Lal Mirch, a blue haired fierce looking lady with a fire tattoo on her cheek held a similar role, mainly she taught tactics and advanced combat but she too participated in teaching Survival. While during introductions the strange pair bickered quite a bit, the brunette suspected the two's relationship was better than they made it out to be. Though more platonic than romantic.

A rather loud leather clad male with various piercings introduced himself- loudly Tsuna may add- as the great Skull-sama. Obviously he had an actual name but like Reborn the man preferred to be called as such. He surprisingly taught engineering, basic physics and make-up 101. Not to mention the indigo clad teacher was very involved in any form of vehicle racing and stunts being a famous ex-stuntman himself.

Verde Evergreen was very indifferent to the brunette and gave a short yet informed introduction. Tsuna wasn't one to be offended easily and admittedly quite enjoyed such a scientific form of talking despite it clashing completely with the style of a fictional writer like himself. The greenette was unsurprisingly a scientist, easily deduced by the lab coat he was still wearing, he mainly focused on chemistry and biology subjects but also Advanced Physics, Advanced Robotics and a variety of other subjects that were specified for the more intelligent of the students. Apparently the man was very reluctant to teach nothing less than the academic cream of the crop.

Mammon too went by an alias, the teacher was a little bit of a mystery in terms of gender for the brunette. He liked mystery though and secretly resolved to figure out the cloaked person's gender by himself as a little side project. Of course his last side project earned him two literary awards. Was there an award for gender guessing? Probably not. Anyway after complaining about the lack of money and therefore waste of time this was the teacher finally introduced himself- herself?

Mammon was like Daemon mainly a drama teacher but while the melon headed male prefers the theatre, the other believes there to be more money in more media based works. With that in mind the indigo clad figure also taught in other media related subjects and was quite famous for computerized special effects.

The next person who introduced himself Tsuna had to do a double take. His expression must have betrayed his horrified confusion at the other because the man before him seem to look quite worried and rather taken aback at the reaction.

Reborn who knew the reason merely snorted in bemusement. "Dame-Tsuna that's Fon Yunque. Direct cousin of Alaude Delacroix."

Tsuna made a strangled noise to indicate he heard his childhood tutor but couldn't stop staring in an almost terrified curiosity at the now more than a little uncomfortable man. The older male was the spitting image of Alaude. But Chinese. And long raven hair. And- this was the scariest part- smiling. It was very unnerving. And at the same time... "Are you alright little one?" The brunette could feel the blush crawling up to his face. Oh god even the guy's voice sounded like Alaude's- but with warmth and concern, not like the French version who was more cool and subdued in his tone.

At the sight of the darkening pink tint on his favorite student's face Reborn suddenly didn't find the brunette's reaction to the Chinese teacher so funny anymore. Without warning the fedora loving man flicked the brunette's forehead harshly earning a soft whine of pain. "Pay attention Dame-Tsuna." The man smirked earning a caramel chocolate glare. At least the teen's attention was on him now.

Apparently Fon and Alaude's mothers were twins, one married a Frenchman and the other a Chinese, blessing the world with two completely different yet equally attractive men years later. The fact that the red clothed male was well so... smiley, still didn't sit well with Tsuna. He didn't want to be suspicious, especially barely meeting the man but something told him that there was something deeper to the raven haired Chinese's persona.

Fon taught basic language classes for mandarin, World Culture, Mixed Martial arts and Basic Martial arts. He also taught Asian cooking as well as supervised the Dumpling Appreciation Club, the brunette noticed a faint hint of pride glimmered in dark grey eyes when the man added the last part. Tsuna had to hide a small snicker at that, that glimmer was so similar to a certain platinum blonde's when talking about a good fight.

Last but not least was Luce Giglio Nero. The brunette had heard a little about her from his brother and friends and what he had heard was impressive to say the least. Anyone who could tell Reborn to back down or get him to do something he doesn't want to do, could be considered a god in his book. Tsuna sometimes could do that too but it required a lot of effort and he would always be punished in some form or other for it. Luce seemed to be the most bubbly of the lot, she was also quite pregnant meaning that the woman could only teach part time at the moment. She taught Home Economics classes like sewing, cooking and childcare. Education courses were also something she enjoyed teaching and she was definitely much more loved by the students in that course than a certain gun toting suited teacher.

Yes. Reborn specialized in Education. Apparently he, despite everything enjoyed tutoring the Sawadas much so that he found a passion in teaching. Of course with his intelligence the man did more than just Education. He had a wide array of qualifications making him able to teach practically every course in the university to an extent. In short the perfect substitute teacher. However he mainly centred around Education Division, Sports and Athletics as well as the occasionally Literature and Arts units.

Of course a small part of Tsuna felt the only reason Reborn even took up the effort of learning so many subjects was to gain a wider range of victims to torture. The brunette once half-joked about that to him and all he got was a vague smirk. It still made the writer shudder to think about it.

And speaking of shudder-worthy things… Caramel brown for a second flash a bright vivid orange as he caught sight of Daemon. The man quickly gave a thumbs up before walking calmly merging into the scene, while Tsuna couldn't see the others he was sure they too had done the same. The brunette couldn't repress a smile after calming his nerves with disguised shallow breathes.

Reborn raised a brow as the teen smiled out of nowhere. Not the shy, small smiles he had been giving to his coworker when meeting strangers but the confident, sneaky, devilish smile that almost bordered on a smirk. The man sipped the stolen espresso contemplating, absentmindedly he let out a barely audible sigh of appreciation of the deep flavor. Tsuna really knew how to cater to his picky gourmet tastes... Reborn paused. Tsuna never drank espresso. Actually it was strange in itself that the brunette even had a cup of the perfectly brewed beverage, especially when it was usually only made.. for... him.

Suddenly the cafeteria speakers crackled to life and music started blasting through it. At that moment Reborn's genius finally made the connection, Tsuna's smile finally evolved into a sadistic smirk which the teacher wished didn't remind him so much of his own and the suited male paled a bit. Never did he so deeply regret demanding to partake in The Game.

Tsuna closed his eyes, smirk now softened back into a delicate yet mischievous smile as he began silently readying himself. He had heard this song on the car radio and the moment the lyrics registered in his head the writer knew it was perfect for this moment. He almost drove into a tree in excitement.

Opening his eyes which were erratically glittering orange in his usual caramel brown- something that happened when he was really excited or jittery, took a deep breath and began to sing

Oh (oh Oh oh)
Oh (oh Oh oh)

Everyone in the cafeteria was confused at the sudden unexpected blast of music, they were even more so as they heard a clear, lighthearted voice that was too warm to be from mere speakers sing out. None were more shocked than the people surrounding the brunette who had quickly realised was the source of said voice.

Oh (oh Oh oh)
Oh (oh Oh oh)

Tsuna's singing was loud and clear even without the use of a microphone. Practically living with a drama and a music teacher could do that to you. Especially when said teachers insisted it to be bonding time and take every opportunity to help polish up his skills. To be fair all of them did that with their respective fields of interest. It was lucky that he had a fair amount of patience and fondness for them all or he would have moved from home years ago.

Of course at this moment all those hours of strict training and playful fun disguised as such paid off. The brunette pushed his chair back a bit, not too loudly to break the music and crossed his legs as well as arms in a dramatic fashion but only to gain attention without being too tacky. It definitely worked since he could practically feel the gazes burning on his skin, Tsuna pretended he didn't notice, staying in character was important.

Instead he put on an expression of bored resignation as he gazed at a rather stunned teacher still holding stolen espresso in hand.

Keep drinkin' coffee
Stare me down across the table
While I look outside

At that he turned his head to the side, looking away from Reborn to the very entertaining face of a dumbstruck blonde. Though he didn't show it, as hard as it was.

Brows furrowed slightly like he was annoyed but too polite to break into a full scowl. As if in minor frustration the teen so casually brushed a hand through his soft spiky brown hair adding to the strange yet almost realistic scene even more.

So many things I'd say if only I were able
But I just keep quiet
And count the cars that pass by

The teacher's on the table all had to admit, craziness and shock aside the teen had a captivating voice. Mammon silently noted to find any information on this new student. The teacher knew potential mone- talent when he saw it. Tsuna expressed the lyrics with so much emotion and acted so natural it actually felt so… real. Yet at the same time it wasn't. Reality was never this compelling.

Suddenly the brunette's head snapped back to Reborn who, will never admit to this day, flinched slightly. He too could feel the stares on him as well and while he liked being in the centre of attention, this was not exactly the type he enjoyed.

You've got opinions, man-

The university student stood up at this line and banged his hands onto the table loudly. All implication of submissiveness replaced with the persona of aggression and passion. No one could tear their eyes from it all. If this was a scene from a movie they would gladly give their wallets to see this on the big screen.

We're all entitled to 'em
But I never asked

Tsuna leaned closer to the other, all gazes following. At the last sentence the brunette's small, delicate hand placed itself gently where his own heart was. A mixture of pain and vulnerability showed so expressively in those large honeyed eyes that once again blurred the line between reality and really good acting. Then said eyes hardened and the lithe body pulled back, a soft vindictive smile gracing deceptive angelic features.

So let me thank you for your time
And try to not waste any more of mine
Get out of here fast

I hate to break it to you, babe
But I'm not drowning

By now the teen was standing upright, despite his small, delicate figure his body language screamed dominant and in control. His voice lowered slightly giving a more powerful, intimidating edge to his rather feminine light voice. It made many people's spine tingle and the back of their neck shiver in a strange unexplainable sense of awe.

The brunette looked around as if searching for something before shrugging and turning his hypnotic gaze back to Reborn.

There's no one here to save

Then to everyone's surprise Tsuna smiled, a childish boyish dazzling honest smile completely breaking the tension. Then he jumped onto his chair as the beat began to pick up and began to dance. Shimmying his shoulders, stepping side to side as far as he could go on the chair and clicking his fingers to the beat would have looked crazy. Yet instead it worked perfectly, it almost gave the impression of the teen taunting the so-called demonic teacher from hell.

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be

At this point he stopped, pointing a finger accusingly at the older male much to the shock and well hidden amusement of the man's peers. It was uncanny how the lyrics seem to go so well with their inner monologues whenever they clashed with the arrogant male.

Who died and made you king of anything?

Tsuna then straightened up, pulling his hands to be folded behind his back and focussed on singing again. His sweet voice lilting where it was needed and his head tilting side to side with the beat in a comedic yet slightly mocking way.

Oh oh Oh ooOoh

With an elaborate spin, that the more athletically inclined individuals couldn't help but appreciate as the move required much balance, flexibility and nimbleness. The brunette let himself fall to the table, earning many sharp intakes of breath and gasps, only to unfurl his hands at the last minute, saving himself from a very painful introduction to the tabletop. He had steadied himself in almost a plank position before pushing himself off the hard surface back to standing on his seat. Smile attractively teasing.

His caramel brown eyes flashing orange in amusement barely left unreadable obsidian black.

You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best

The lighthearted teasing and dare they say- flirtatious voice mesmerised each and everyone of them. Even Verde, the most indifferent of the group was looking at the teen with something other than pure calculations. Tsuna's voice was gravity, you couldn't see it nor really explain it but it never fails to pull you in.

But you expect me to-

Tsuna's voice then lowered, giving once again a more intimidating yet boyish depth to it.

-Jump up on board with you-

As he sung the line the teen actually did jump. Onto the table.

-And ride off into-

Relishing the new difference in height, he then crouched down to near eye level with his target and flashed a wide smirk.

- your de. lu. sion. al. sun. set

Reborn had a look which made the people closest to him worry that he'll break out of whatever stupor the man was in and the proceed to break whatever limb of the brunette closest was. Tsuna must have noticed it too, or he had already planned a routine and was just very lucky because he straightened himself up and took a slight step back with another shrug.

I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction oh
But you'll never see

The teen may have been merely standing but the way he shifted was almost like dancing as he threw various little gestures while he sang; a simple wave of his hand, a twist of his shoulders, a subtle movement of his hips that seemed to entrance or to emphasise, it was like his whole presence demanded attention.

You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps-

You've got the talkin' down

Tsuna looked at his hand which was gesturing and mimicking the action of talking, then looked at Reborn pointedly.

Just not the listening

At that he grinned and cupped with the same hand to his ear in an overdramatic emphasis to the words. It was obvious the brunette was having a lot of fun and despite the audience's initial unease on the mere act of making fun of the feared and respected demon teacher sent from hell, they too found themselves enjoying this.

Some even began clapping along to the beat as the chorus began picking up. Tsuna just grinned as he began shimmying much like before, he didn't care if he looked stupid, he'd done more embarrassing things after all.

And who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died and made you king of anything?

As quickly as the joyous cheery act started it was as quickly replaced by a completely different persona. Arms hugging his body closely, shoulders slightly slumped but not to the point of completely caving in and an expression of vulnerability and a whole array of emotions that were to raw to be possibly be fake. It was amazing how the teen could go from confident aggressive teaser to self-conscious, insecure child.

All my life
I've tried
To make everybody happy while I
Just hurt
And hide

His words dripped with emotion, subconsciously stirring something in the audience's hearts. Even his brother and group of friends couldn't help but feel there was something more… honest in those words, something that actually resonated in the brunette more than he had meant to show.

Then slowly his trembling lips turned into a smile. A warm, loving, accepting smile directed at Reborn.

Waitin' for someone to tell me it's my turn
To decide.

The fedora wearing male smirked and nodded. He knew despite everything Tsuna's voice was the most honest as he sung that last line more so than any other in this whole song. That the teen was truly grateful for everything, even the more 'unconventional' experiences that the teacher had thrown at him.

Of course that still wasn't going to get the brunette off the hook for this so easily.

The song afterwards became less taunting and vindictive but more childish and playful.

Oh (oh Oh oh)
Oh (oh Oh oh)
Oh (oh Oh oh)
Oh (oh Oh oh)

Now almost everyone was joining in, in some way or another. Clapping, tapping their feet or simply nodding their heads to the beat even without exactly meaning too. It certainly was a memorable first day for university that much they could agree. Colonello was laughing heartily, Skull was looking at the suicidal student with a mix of shock, awe and respect and even the serious looking Lal Mirch was trying not to clap along or hum with the tune.

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me.
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be.
Who died and made you king of anything?

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me.
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be.
Who died and made you king of anything?

As the music continued Tsuna got another mischievous idea, he was already going to be personally sent to hell by the man so it really didn't bother him to push the envelope a little further. And when he said push the envelope, he meant full body blow.

Bending down, delicate deft fingers lifted the man's precious fedora with a small spin before placing it on his own head. Then with a sly smirk, caramel brown flared orange as the brunette adjusted the hat to mimic the teacher's and gave a small peck on said man's nose before singing in a low seductive teasing tone-

Let me hold your crown, babe.

Then he ran. Laughter ringing beautifully from his mouth quickly turning into shrieks as a certain suited male began chasing him down and out of the cafeteria.

There was just dumbstruck silence in the room once the two left. But once the music ended people cheered and applauded. Both student and teacher left with only the recent events in their mind and conversations.

"Mou~~ That kid was so cute!" A rather flamboyant male cooed as he looked at the door the new student had escaped through, meal in front of him temporarily forgotten.

A man with long silver hair scoffed as he began cutting his fish. "VOOOII! The brat was fucking suicidal was what he was!- who the hell goes against Reborn-sensei on their first day?!"

"Shishishishi, the Prince thinks that the fresh meat will definitely be fun to play with."

"Ooooh… Fake Prince sempai has a crush on someone." A monotone voice drawled, as a blonde teen with a tiara popped a vein. Pulling an assortment of carving knives from his pocket the blonde threw a few at the green haired younger who dodged just in time.

"Shishishishi it seems Froggy-chan still hasn't learnt his place."

"So cruel sempai."

A large male, much older than the others surrounding him looked at the leader of the group sitting on the end of the table. "And what do you think Xanxus-sama?"

Crimson red eyes looked at his self proclaimed servant before flickering back to the table where the… 'show' had been. If he wasn't there to see it he would have never believed that timid little trash had the balls to actually stand up on a table and so obviously taunt the most feared and powerful teacher in Vongola. Nor did he realise the brat really did have the stupidity of a rock. No. Even rocks knew to get out of Reborn's way.

He had to admit though he was impressed. Not just because the kid had the audacity to pull a musical number out of nowhere in front of the Arcrobaleno no less but because he managed to pull it off. The way he sang, the way he danced, the way those eyes... even he couldn't help but become entranced. At that moment the teen had been... stunning.

Inwardly he snorted at his choice of words. But he felt the ends of his lips curve and had to hide his smile by swigging a large gulp of wine he'd always had in hand during meals. This was ridiculous. He was fucking Xanxus! He should not feel so.. intrigued by some suicidal idiot no matter how unpredictable and entertaining he may be.

Interesting trash was still trash after all.

Still. On the off chance he ever meets the kid again.. then maybe he'll give the trash one chance to once again surpass his expectations again. Of coarse that will never happen. The campus was huge, it had over tens of thousands of people, the chances were one to a million. There was no way it would happen.

So why does he feel so damn confident of meeting him again?