Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or any of its characters.

Warning: This is shounen-ai, yaoi, boy x boy. I suggest you leave now if this isn't your style.

I'll save the author's note because of a suggestion of a good friend. Ha ha! Please enjoy!

802733 - YamaTsunaRyohei

Round 1: Lunch Time!

A perfectly normal day the class of 2-A in Namimori-chu.

"Sawada! Join the boxing club!"

The classroom door was slammed open once again after the bell rang for lunch time by a senior with bleach hair. The inhabitants didn't even bother complaining for their privacy being invaded again, picking up their bentos and walking out of the room. Kyoko Sasagawa didn't even spare her brother a look as she passed by him. Ryohei had been coming on a daily basis lately, with different excuses to kidnap Tsuna but the young Decimo was able to escape every time, with a little help from Yamamoto.

It had become a daily routine for the students of 2-A. Except for…

"Hiieeee! Onii-san!" Tsuna shrunk back into his seat to hide with a book in front of his face hoping the boxer was stupid enough to not notice.

"Jyuudaime," A faint whisper from his Storm Guardian made him take a sneak peek. "Please let me "take care" the turf-top." Gokudera, as usual, was itching to use his dynamites hidden in every part of his body for his beloved boss. Not entirely true in this case, Gokudera always did want to blow the turf-head up.

"Gokudera-kun!" Ryohei momentarily forgotten, Tsuna jumped and grabbed the bomber by the waist in an attempt to stop him. "D-don't Gokudera-kun!"

A low "tch" came from the pissed of bomber but he complied and hid the unlit dynamites. "Hai, Jyuudaime." Gokudera nodded. Apart from Reborn and Bianchi, Tsuna was the only one who was able to stop the bomber's rampage.

The yound Decimo let out a breath of relief. Letting the two hot headed guardians of his clash wouldn't be a good idea, physically and financially. The school wouldn't take the damage done on school grounds lightly, then there was Hibari's "biting" to consider.

"Sawada!"

For a split second, Tsuna regretted the decision of stopping the rampaging bomber who might have perhaps might have blown the boxer away, literally. With Yamamoto nowhere to be found, he lost his only hope of escaping Ryohei's impossible sparring sessions, second only to Reborn's training.

A bandaged hand made contact with the brunette's unguarded shoulder. Tsuna was too much in denial to look behind. "I got you Sawada!"

"Hiiieee!" Tsuna clung deeper into Gokudera's waist, unaware of the red face the bomber had.

"I-I won't let you take Jyuudaime!" Gokudera secretly pulled out a mini-bomb from his sleeves and prepared to light the unlit dynamite but he wasn't fast enough.

A fist bonked the bomber out of commission, sprawling flat on the floor mumbling incoherent curses unfinished threats. Tsuna blinked but before he had a chance to think, he was already being dragged away by the arm by the extreme boxer.

"I finally got you, Sawada." Ryohei grinned at the blinking teen that was still in a state of shock. Ryohei playfully flicked a finger on the brunette's nose. "Oi! Where's you bento?"

Tsuna shook his nose, then looking at the boxer grinning proudly for some reason.

"A-ano, onii-san, I-I'm not interested in joining the boxing clu-."

"Never mind. I found it." Ryohei pulled out a small bento with dying will bullets printed all over it. It was Reborn's gift, a bullet-proof lunch box. It's a wonder how or why he would need one. "This is EXTREME!" he said, admiring the design.

"Onii-san! Are you even listening?"

Ryohei let out a hearty laugh, leaving Tsuna wide eyed. It was a very unusual action of the boxer. "Don't worry Sawada! I won't let you go to the extreme!"

Tsuna sweat dropped. How could he not worry? Ryohei was laughing like normal and his extremeness didn't sound so extreme anymore. That alone proved there was definitely something wrong with the boxer.

"You don't have to drag me onii-san!" The brunette complained but it was once again ignored by the grinning boxer.

"We're here!" Ryohei kicked the door open with a free foot leading to the open rooftop and close it with a loud slam. The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky as the cool breeze blew along with the scent of flowers. It was the perfect spot for a picnic. A rooftop picnic that is.

Tsuna stared curiously at the open space. Weren't they supposed to be heading for the gym?

"Onii-san, why are we-? Ah!" The question was left unfinished as Tsuna ungracefully landed on the ground on his butt. "Itte!"

"Let's EAT!" Ryohei was already unpacking his bento. The smell of meat drifted in the air. Lots of meat.

His butt was still hurting from the impact but he shook it off knowing the boxer's extreme attitude. He should be happy he didn't drag him into unwilling sparring sessions. It was a good change of pace. They had time to be normal for once. The brunette happily unpacked his own bento until he smelled something he was overly familiar with.

Gokudera-bane

It was an inside joke of the Vongola, namely the Guardians. That was what they liked to call it from months of seeing the bomber faint, or to be more precise, blow his guts out then faint at the sight of his older sister's cooking. But the more proper name to call it would be:

Poison Cooking

He knew he should have stopped Bianchi from going in the kitchen when he had the chance.

"EXTREME!" Ryohei's loud shout snapped the regretting teen out of his thoughts. "Are you gonna eat that Sawada?" The boxer pointed at the bento that released the rotting purple aura of death.

"N-no!" Tsuna shook his head. He'd rather eat his own cooking, which smelled, tasted and looked bad but edible, than die a death like that. Reborn won't let his soul rest his peace knowing his Dame-student died a pitiful death like that.

Then an idea struck him. What if Ryohei ate it? Not all of it, just enough to incapacitate the boxer.

"Sawada?" Ryohei waved a hand in front the brunette's face, unaware of the devious plots running in his mind. Tsuna blinked back to reality and wildly shook the thoughts away. Reborn was getting to him.

"S-sorry onii-san but I'm not really hungry." Tsuna smiled in apology. "I'll see you later then." He was about to stand up when a hand pulled him back into sitting position. Ryohei was looking at him with an unsatisfied look.

"Sawada…"

Tsuna froze in his place when he saw Ryohei's glaring at him, a hand making its way to his face. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worst. 'Maybe onii-san wanted to start practice early.' he thought, oblivious to the other's true intentions. Ryohei was actually making a move on Tsuna, his hand almost touching Tsuna's cheeks to drag him nearer.

'Someone save me!' Tsuna, as much as he didn't like it, screamed in his thoughts, hoping that someone would come and break them apart.

He was more than happy to oblige.

The two broke apart when the door slammed loudly open, powerful enough to leave small cracks on the wall, revealing a black haired teen with stiff smile on his face.

"Yo!" The raven greeted with a wave, holding a baseball printed bento in his hand. Tsuna almost cried at the sight of his savior.

"Yamamoto!"

Yamamoto's smile became dryer when he saw the closeness of the two, eyes sharpening on the distracted boxer who was still looking at Tsuna. Tsuna, self conscious, hurriedly moved away, leaving enough space for a person to sit between, patting the space in between. Yamamoto's discomfort faded then.

Ryohei shifted his gaze to the newcomer and nodded in acknowledgement. "Oi, Yamamoto."

"Senpai!" The baseball ace greeted back. Electricity sparked between the heated glares of the two, which went by unnoticed by the brunette, before Yamamoto placed himself between the two but closer to Tsuna's side. He smiled at the thankful brunette, who returned it warmly.

"What are you doing here Yamamoto?" Ryohei asked the unpacking teen, raising a curious eyebrow. He was surprised to hear the baseball ace laugh.

"Isn't this where we usually eat senpai? You, Gokudera, Tsuna and me." He pointed to himself, smiling his goofy smile. "Gokudera says hi by the way."

Ryohei's expression turned sour for a moment at the mention of the bomber's name.

"Ha ha! Tako-head is too scrawny!" Ryohei laughed normally as if he was told a funny joke. Yamamoto only smiled while Tsuna was horrified, apparently aware of the dark aura the baseball ace was releasing since earlier. Unfortunately, Ryohei was hardheaded, oblivious or just an idiot.

"Where's Gokudera-kun?" The brunette asked the baseball ace, worried for his friend.

Yamamoto smiled nervously, averting his gaze. "He's at the classroom," he coughed. "preparing."

Tsuna's eyes widened. Gokudera's wrath was not to be taken lightly. He could destroy the whole school unless he was stopped by Tsuna himself. Or Hibari.

"We have to stop him!" Tsuna rose up only to be pulled down by his Rain Guardian this time.

"Ma, ma! You haven't eaten yet!" Yamamoto opened his bento, taking out a huge piece of sushi his father packed for him. Tsuna paled at the size but his stomach growled loud making the brunette slightly flush. "Ha ha! I knew it! Tsuna is hungry. Here, try this."

"But-!" Tsuna was cut short when the sushi passed but his lips and into his mouth in record time. The brunette found himself incapable of speaking with it fully inside. He wanted to spit it back out but Yamamoto stared at him expectantly which was pressuring to Tsuna. After a few munches and an audible gulp, Tsuna sighed in relief.

"Ha ha! See, that wasn't so bad!" Yamamoto ruffled the brunette's hair affectionately. Tsuna pouted but laughed too.

For a split second, Yamamoto's piercing amber eyes met up with Ryohei's green ones, gleaming a glint of victory. Oh, but the forming smirk on the boxer's lips begged to differ.

"SAWADA! Eat this!"

"What is it onii-saAGH!" A huge peeled banana was once again shoved into the brunette's unwilling mouth.

Ryohei swore he almost died at the sight. Beside the death glare the brunette shot him, everything was good. Muffled whimpers didn't help as Tsuna's lips tried their hardest to engulf the foreign object since he knew it wouldn't be coming out anytime soon, slowly taking it deeper with the help of his tongue. Saliva trickled down the corner of the brunette's mouth and his cheeks tinted pink because of the difficulty of the size.

The boxer couldn't help the thought of switching the lucky bastard of a fruit with his own "banana".

"Onii-san!" Tsuna shouted in disbelief after the whole ordeal. "Y-You-" A few gags and coughs erupted from his throat. Yamamoto blindly handed him a bottle of water. The cap gone, Tsuna drank the whole bottle, some of the water pouring on his body for rushing, accidentally soaking his uniform into something like a second skin which clung to his body quite nicely.

The bottle finished and disposed of, Tsuna glared at the boxer and opened his mouth to complain but stopped short. He blinked when he saw Ryohei holding on the rail for support, a small red trail of blood going down from his nose. "W-what the? Y-you! Gah!" The young Decimo stopped himself from saying any further, fuming in frustration instead. He looked at Yamamoto for support but he didn't expect to see his Rain Guardian having a similar nose problem.

"Ah Tsuna!" Yamamoto flinched. Tsuna only gaped when he saw his best friend hiding the most obvious nosebleed ever with his bloodied hand. "This isn't what it looks like!"

"What do you mean it isn't what it looks like?" Tsuna asked in disbelief. If looks could kill, Yamamoto would be already be with Tsuna glaring at him. The baseball ace braced himself for the longest rant in his life.

"Yamamoto!" A warm hand cupped the Yamamoto's cheek, making him flinch at the contact. "Yamamoto, did you get hurt at baseball practice?"

'Eh?' Yamamoto blinked a few times. Tsuna was looking at him with the most worried of expressions.

At the sidelines, Ryohei was gaping like a fish out of water.

"You should take it easy every now and then baka!" Tsuna produced a small handkerchief and proceeded to wipe away the dripping blood from his chin. "I-I mean, what would we do if Namimori's baseball star got sick?" The brunette kept a stern face as he said that but his obvious blush was not to be missed.

The brunette obviously failed to listen to class by so many times. Everyone knows nosebleeds weren't cause by too much practice.

That is unless you get hit by a bat right on your nose. That would totally cause a nosebleed.

Whatever the case, Yamamoto didn't care, as long as Tsuna was paying attention to him and him alone.

"Do you get that Yamamoto?" Tsuna said with authority after finally finished wiping the blinking baseball ace's face clean.

Yamamoto cleared his throat and did a soldier salute. "Hai boss!"

Tsuna smiled and laughed at the other's antics. Leaving the bloody handkerchief in the baseball ace's hand, he turned a 180 and said. "Thanks for the sushi Yamamoto. I'll be going now. See you later onii-san!" He waved goodbye and ran off almost too happily, leaving the still gaping boxer and Yamamoto grinning from ear to ear.

A small pat on the back snapped Ryohei out of his thoughts. "Looks like I win this time." said Yamamoto, his hand formed into a fist of victory.

"Indeed."

Reborn landed on the rooftop with a Leon parachute. An amused smirk formed on his babyish face.

"Kid!"

"Master PaoPao's cousin!"

"Yamamoto has won the first round earning himself one point." The baseball ace jumped in the air in joy. Reborn gave him a disapproving look. "Do not celebrate yet, Yamamoto. You may have won the battle but not the war."

"Master PaoPao's cousin is right! I will win to the EXTREME!"

"Ha ha! I know kid but can't I at least be happy?"

"Anyways, as said before, getting Tsuna's attention was only one part of the game." Yamamoto stiffened in his place, Ryohei's eyes flashed. "The one to make Tsuna fall in love with him will be the overall winner. Winning rounds will only get you a more favorable position, as well as points to use." Yamamoto raised his hand. "What is it Yamamoto?"

The baseball ace rubbed the back of his neck. "A-ano kid, can't we change the overall part? It's…" Yamamoto asked, his lips turning to a frown. The baseball ace was obviously displeased about something.

"Are you an EXTREME chicken?" said Ryohei, disagreeing.

Reborn frowned. "We can't." The Sun Arcobaleno said in a tone nobody would dare question. Yamamoto resigned frown, unsatisfied. "Now round two will begin after school. I'll send you two a message where. Don't forget about the prize." With that said, Reborn jumped off the roof with a Leon parachute on.

The bell rang signaling the start of the afternoon classes yet no movement was made.

Yamamoto looked at Ryohei. The boxer had a very determined look it troubled him. That was what he was known for, the extreme boxer that never quits until he gets his goal. What Yamamoto wanted to know was why he agreed on the participating in the game yesterday. Did Ryohei actually like Tsuna in that way? The thought came to be relieving yet at the same very unnerving.

Knowing he won't get that much of an answer out of the boxer, he packed his bento and walked away, not before saying, "I'll see you later, senpai!"

"Yeah, later." Ryohei simply ended it with that, the same thought about the other in his mind. Thinking wasn't his forte, scratching his head in annoyance soon after. The whole game might be confusing to the boxer but he was sure of one thing.

'I won't lose next time Yamamoto Takeshi!'

END of Chapter 1

OMAKE 1:

Reborn frowned. "We can't." The Sun Arcobaleno said in a tone nobody would dare question. Yamamoto resigned with a sigh. "Now round two will begin after school. I'll send you two a message where." With that said, Reborn jumped off the roof

And landed with a SPLAT.

(A/N: I always wanted to try that. I'm sorry to have traumatized you. Crap, I failed in humor once again!)

OMAKE 2:

Tsuna arrived into the class of 2-A after lunch. Gokudera knocked out cold with fan girls fanning him with all their might. Fortunately, no bruise formed on the bomber's face. Ryohei didn't punch hard enough to leave one. However, one question lingered in his thoughts.

"Didn't Gokudera wake up?" Tsuna asked a classmate with headphones.

The headphones guy nodded. "He did wake up. But before he did, we called his house and his sister answered it then..." He trailed off, pointing at someone from the girls fanning.

Tsuna winced. Bianchi was in the middle of the girls carrying an electric fan from who knows where. On her other hand was a sickly purple soup.

"Hayato, you have to wake up soon or soup will turn cold."

Yamamoto is troubled by the whole game itself, but why? What is Ryohei's true intention? Reborn's prize? I don't know! Don't ask me! Oh wait, I'm the author. Ha ha!

The chapter might be confusing, ha ha! I hope not! I hope you enjoyed round 1. Have a question? PM away! Or review. I love reviews :D

Oh yeah I think I made a mistake putting this up as M. Really? M?! People would expect me to write lemon now. Well of course I can. I think. I have confidence in myself!

No I'm switching this back as T.

I'm kidding! Seriously! It's M-rated for Yamamoto and Tsuna AND Ryohei and Tsuna goodness. I just hope I don't ruin your image of them when I write the "Lime"

Oh did I mention I love reviews? No? Okay then. I love reviews.

And lastly, the next round will consist of homework. Lotsa lots of homework. Where there's lots of homework there's a house. Where there's a house, there's a bed. NO WAIT I MEANT BEDROOM! Oh wait, not much of a difference...

I'll shut up now. See you guys later! This isn't my birthday fic for Tuna-kun! I mean TSuna-kun.

Thanks for reading! I hope you all enjoyed it! My writing isn't much to brag about but I hope you understood what happened.

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