Disclaimer/Author's Notes: I don't own Katekyō Hitman Reborn. If I did, I wouldn't be here writing fictional stories for free. Wow, I'm happy to see that so many people are interested in this fic. I'm telling you, the number of times my phone went off signifying another favorite or follow, I almost went insane. Please, keep those coming. XD Anyway, here is the next chapter. Just a little bit longer than the previous one.

Chapter One

The Oni of Namimori – Sawada Tsunade (II)

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
― Marilyn Monroe

She knew this was a bad idea!

Tightening her hold on the clothed covered box in hand, Sawada "Only those I like can call me Tsuna!" Tsunade stared at the desk in front of her with crazed eyes. Her lips were drawn into a thin line as her heart beat rapidly within her ears.

To think that she has finally worked up the courage to be a bit bolder with her approach!

Beads of cold sweat rolled down the side of her face as she inhaled deeply.

Jii-chan said that if I'm going to do this, then I just need to do it…

Remembering the amused grin on the old man's face, a vein to pulse in her temple and her lips twitched in irritation. For weeks he had been teasing her about her plan, and each time she had failed and gone with the usual drop-off point, he would jeer at her. Cackling about how she was a coward. How she didn't have the courage to go through with something as simple as leaving a bento on the desk of the boy she liked.

As much as it pissed her off to be called a coward, Tsunade was aware that he wasn't exactly lying. She was a bit of a coward, but she felt it was understandable in this circumstance. After all, how could she (neighborhood delinquent) go up to one of the most popular guys in the school and just give him a boxed lunch? In front of their classmates, who regard her with fear and distaste? What if he, despite his ability to smile at everyone, looked at her with the same look as the others?

Just the thought of the embarrassment or rejection from him caused a shiver to roll down Tsunade's spine. Despite her ability to literally beat anyone to a pulp, she was undeniably a wuss when it came to what really mattered. Every time she previously attempted to give the bento to her classmate in person, she would falter. It was always her own nerves that caused her to flake out each time she tried, and so she just ended up putting it in the usual place.

That being his shoe-box in the entrance of the school.

Now here she was, trying something different...something bolder than she usually would. All because she was goaded into it by an old man, who liked pushing her buttons. All the while, her thoughts were caught in a whirlwind, feeding into the nervousness that was enveloping her as she stood there with the boxed lunch in her hands.

What if something goes wrong?

What if he feels embarrassed by it and throws it away?

What if someone decides to take it before he gets it?!

I would destroy them!

It was thoughts like these that always cycled through before she lost her resolve.

Today, however, would be different. She was determined to go through with it, and she would.

Just a little courage was all that was necessary!

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she leaned forward and placed the box down on the desk with care. Pulling out her other hand, which had been stuffed into the pocket of her skirt, and she pulled out a piece of paper. It was slightly crinkled, obviously fussed over multiple times between its creation and now. Its condition only becoming even more so as she clenched it in her shaking hand. Minutes ticked by as her eyes were pinned on the place she would be setting it down. Just as she has done plenty of times before.

Just do it, Sawada! Place the note on the damn thing, and get out of there!

Closing her eyes, she loosened her fingers allowing the note drop and landed on the cloth with nary a sound. She exhaled lightly before suddenly bolting out of the room with the loud slam of the door. Her face was a neon pink color as steam rushed from her ears in embarrassment.

I can't believe I did that! I can't believe I did that! I can't believe I did that! I can't believe I did that! I. CAN'T. BELIEVE. I. DID. THAT!

Rushing up the stairs that led to the roof, the cool morning air hit her heated skin and yet did nothing to lessen the heat of her cheeks. Pressing her hands against her face, she shook her head side to side causing her hair to swing behind her.

"I can't believe I finally did it…Now Jiji can eat his words! Calling me a coward!" she squealed into the fabric of her long skirt, as she had crouched down to hide her face in her knees.

A wide grin stole across her lips at both the fact that she had made a large step forward, and the image of the old man's sour face at her proving him wrong. It was always something that would just make her day.

Soon she moved over to the chain-linked fence around the roof, curling her fingers through the links as she watched as the morning crowd begins to trickle in through the front gate. There were a few who were coming in by themselves, too busy fiddling with their phones or fussing over homework to interact with other human beings. Then there were others who were talking happily with their friends, joking, arguing, and discussing whatever it was that friends did with each other.

She ignored the slight twinge at her ignorance when it came to that.

Then there were those greeting certain students, who were considered idols. Sasagawa Kyoko was greeted frequently as she walked in with her best friend Kurosawa Hana by her side. The orange-haired girl smiled and waved at everyone, who greeted her while her friend ignored them as she continued ahead with that same put-upon expression she was always wearing.

Mochida Kensuke, captain of the Kendo team stopped by to flirt or whatever it was he was doing with the oblivious girl.

Tsunade rolled her eyes, feeling sick to her stomach by the interaction between them. Kyoko, who even she considered to be one of the kinder residents of Namimori, was the latest target for Mochida's attention. A surprise to her since the girl's older brother wasn't someone to be crossed, seeing as he was the Boxing Club's president.

However, it seemed that Mochida's growing womanizing streak wasn't going to be contained by fear of an "Extreme Knucklesandwich".

Not that she cared much, of course. The girl wasn't her friend, and she wasn't obligated to even care who had set their sights on her.

Oh well, not my problem...

Her lips pulled into a grimace as she ignored brief flashes in her mind's eye of a time long since passed. Warm smiles that became cold frowns, before becoming nothing.

Turning her gaze from the latest juicy bit of school gossip, her gaze fell upon another student, who had a following of sorts around them. As soon as she saw him, her heart almost leaped out of her chest. Her cheeks turned a cherry red as she watched the object of her affection with doe eyes.

If her life were like a Shōjo manga (something that she definitely doesn't read! Who did you think she was!?), she was sure that flowers and sparkles would burst to life around her head. Unconsciously, she tightened her grip on the fence (warping it slightly) as she leaned forward to fully take in the happily smiling teen. Her cheeks were a bright red and her heartbeat seemed to increase with each second that passed.

Ah, this is the only reason I bother to even come here at all…just a glimpse of his face makes everything worth it!

It was only when he walked into the school that she took a step back from the chain-linked fence, releasing the now warped chainlinks. Disappointment filled her chest, and she leaned forward to press her forehead against the cold fence. Her shoulders were slumped, brows furrowed, and her lips were curled downward as depression settled over her.

For her, it wasn't a lie that the only reason she truly bothered showing up to school was to see one person.

That person being, Yamamoto Takeshi. An idol amongst her classmates and star of the baseball team. He was a kind person, always greeting others and interacting with them with a smile on his face. Even the brief times she's had the honor of interacting with him, he had been nothing but friendly!

Just getting a glimpse of his face was enough for Tsunade, though she wouldn't lie about her heart yearning for an opportunity to become close to him. The chance to tell him her feelings and for him to not only accept but to reciprocate her feelings was a long-time dream of hers. Just the thought of marrying Takeshi and having a family and home that was filled with love...There was no better future that she could imagine than that!

However, she was very much a realist.

Someone like Yamamoto wouldn't ever look twice at someone like her. A person regarded with fear by their classmates and wary disregard by the teachers, who decided long ago that she was a lost cause. Someone whose own mother decided wasn't worth the effort, definitely wouldn't be considered worthy of standing by his side...

Sighing, Tsunade closed her eyes briefly, shaking off her growingly self-depreciating thoughts.

"I'll mope about it later…" she grumbled, mentally making a note to fit the session somewhere between lunch and her first shift that night.

Once more turning her gaze to her schoolmates, something else caught her attention at the gates.

There were boys wearing black gakuran with the red and gold armbands standing around the entrance. Their uniforms were familiar to all that lived in Namimori, especially those who count themselves amongst the delinquent population.

Tsunade was way too familiar with them for her liking. Not that it's her fault, seeing as she wasn't the one who actively sought them out to harass them!

Every so often, she noticed the pompadour-sporting bunch looking around. Their eyes scanning the students, who came walking (in some cases, running) through the gates. It was pretty obvious to anyone that they were looking for someone.

I've got a pretty good idea who as well…that damned Hibari!

It seemed that besides her own personal task (which she still couldn't believe she went through with!). She had made the right decision getting into the school earlier than she usually would. For it could be said without a doubt, that she would've been forced to deal with the one person (among many) that has become the bane of her existence since she stepped foot in Namimori Middle.

If Hibari was, in fact, looking for her, she knew it was only a matter of time before he showed his stupid mug. She knew that she wouldn't be able to escape forever, but hoped that she would at least have a brief reprieve for the morning. Tsuna knew, however, that the moment lunch break came she would likely have a testy third-year to deal with.

Nodding at her deductions when it came to the mystery of a certain Disciplinary Committee leader, she pushed herself away from the fence and turned to leave the roof only to curse as a flash of silver appeared before her eyes.

"Fuck!" Tsuna yelped in surprise, tossing herself to the side to avoid the blow intended for her head. Snarling at the sudden attack, her amber eyes locked with narrowed dark gray. Said gray eyes were set in what some would call a handsome face (his shitty personality was a major detraction from his looks, in Tsuna's mind), beneath limp black hair that framed his sharp features. The black gakuran jacket with the red and gold armband hanging over his shoulders like a cape was an indicator for anyone as to who he was.

The smirk on his lips is something others (some of her more insane and masochistic female classmates) considered sexy, however, it did nothing but cause her blood to boil.

"What the hell, Hibari!?" she hissed, pushing herself up from the ground. Her eyes were ablaze with rage, as she grits her teeth at the smug confidence on her upperclassmen's face.

"Sawada, you were reported to have disrupted an unruly herd of herbivores…you took my scheduled prey." Bringing up his tonfa in front of his chest in an 'X' formation, his smirk only grew more vicious. "Prepare to be bitten to death."

His grey eyes were alight with a fire, which only caused Tsunade to clench her fists in preparation for a fight she knew she couldn't avoid.

Standing up, Tsunade tilted her back, looking down her nose at him as her own eyes gained a fire of their own. "Like I've told you time and time before! I didn't even start it with them! They came after me, and I defended myself! What's so hard to understand about that, HUH!?"

The leader of Namimori's Disciplinary, like the countless other times they've met, didn't seem to be willing to accept any excuse that she could give. Both of them were well aware that any "misstep" of hers could and would be used as an excuse to have one of these rendezvous of theirs.

Without another word, Hibari rushed forward, swinging a tonfa towards her face. Growling, Tsunade lifted an arm, blocking the hit. Gritting her teeth at the sharp sting the hit caused. She knocked the tonfa away from her, raising her fist up to go for a vicious jab to his body.

Hibari smoothly dodged her strike, though his eyes only grew wild with battle lust as she hit the floor, leaving a small crater in its wake.

"Wao…" his lips curled up at the corners.

Tightening his grip on his tonfa, he shot forward again causing Tsunade to growl.

"Come on, give me a break!"

Hibari's smirk only widened.

Well, this is a surprise Nanashi-chan...

"Man, this girl is getting really bold isn't she, Yamamoto?" a classmate teased, clapping a hand against the taller teen's back as several classmates came to surround his desk. The owner of the desk only chuckled as others around him began voicing similar opinions, though some of the girls seemed more derisive in nature. Warm brown eyes took in the bento box that rested on top of his desk as the starting bell sounded, and he couldn't help the corner of his lip to curl upward a bit.

"I wonder who it's from though! Whoever it is, they sure know what they're doing…" that was something that Takeshi could agree with.

Whoever his mysterious lunch fairy was, they definitely knew their way in a kitchen. His father had even agreed after trying a bit that he managed to save.

But as much as the lunches were appreciated, it was the notes left with them that he looked forward to the most.

"Looks like she left a note again, maybe we can figure it out who it is using that!" while he had been tuning out the other guy, that caught his attention.

His eyes immediately latched onto the note resting in the hand of one of his classmates. With reflexes honed from years of playing Baseball, he reached out and snatched the note that the boy was clearly intending to read.

"Come on guys, you'll scare her away," he joked, rubbing the back of his head as he slid the note into his pockets.

Looking at his classmates with a wide grin, "I want to be able to meet her someday and you guys will embarrass her…that wouldn't be cool."

As if on cue, the guy rubbed the back of his own head in embarrassment while the others also snickered. "My bad, Yamamoto! My bad!"

Laughing, he waved away the boy with a smile. "Don't worry about it."

Seemingly satisfied with his forgiveness, the boy immediately started going off on a different subject allowing the baseball prodigy a moment from the spotlight.

Settling down in his chair after securing the boxed lunch in his desk, he discreetly unfolded the note with anticipation. Brown eyes warmed, hidden from the eyes of his peers. The corners of his lips curled into a true smile at the message.

I heard you made it to the semi-finals!

Congratulations~ (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ

I know that you're working hard, but remember to take a break too!

You shouldn't overwork yourself!

Either way, know that I'm always in your corner!

(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))

I hope you enjoy the lunch.

Folding the paper gently, Takeshi placed the note into the pocket above his heart.

You're really an interesting girl, Nanashi-chan.

Unknown to him, the girl in question was currently causing untold amounts of property damage fighting the Prefect of their school. All the while, she is cursing her decision to even come that day.

From some distance away, a small figure moved the peculiar bright green binoculars down to reveal dark eyes and a devious smirk.

"Aren't you an interesting girl, Sawada Tsunade?" he chuckled.

The binoculars then transformed into a small chameleon, which flicked it's tongue out against his chubby cheek.

A small hand tilted the rim of his fedora down over his face, "This just might prove to be a fun assignment, after all, Leon."

End of Chapter 1

So, it has been quite a while and I apologize for that. I've just been having a hard time working on the updates due to school. The fact that I'm in a very difficult math class and suddenly I'm hit with inspiration is really hilarious. This chapter is currently unedited, so I apologize for any mistakes you are sure to find.

The chapters will start to lengthen out following the next chapter with Reborn's entrance. This chapter, as well as the previous one, was just a filler chapter with purpose. To give you a small look into the pre-Reborn portion of Tsuna's life. Hopefully, you're all looking forward to the next chapter.

See ya'll at the next chapter!

Nanashi: means "No name", which I thought was appropriate seeing as Yamamoto has no idea who exactly has been giving him lunches and so has no name to give them.