The Fight for Namimori?

Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Fan-fiction

Written by: IKrose234

Beta: Available~

Summary: Vongola Decimo is faced with a difficult situation. Confronted by an unknown enemy, can he keep their cover as normal students safe or will he sacrifice it to protect his fellow students? The seven Guardians must hold the school grounds and protect the students until support can arrive! A race against time! Will they fall or will their allies reach them in time?

Pairings: No serious pairings intended. Maybe a few jokes, now and then.

Setting: Set when they're in high school.

Disclaimer: KHR will never be mine and it never has been! If you thought it was mine then I question you sanity!

Chapter One

Suspicious

Tsuna was about ready to crack under the pressure. Or at least throw a heavy blunt object at someone, whichever came first. He could feel multiple pairs of eyes boring into his back from the other students that had already finished their tests. He was always one of the last ones to get done; though a few others were still franticly scribbling down answers, so not all the attention was on him. The teacher had insisted that there was no pressure to get done fast and they should take their sweet time, yet had contracted himself unknowingly by saying the students could talk once everyone was done. Naturally this caused the students who breezed through quickly and had nothing better to do to stare at the people who were taking too long; namely, Tsuna.

He was used to it of course, but that didn't mean it didn't bother him. Ignoring them the best he could, Tsuna tried to focus solely on the test if front of him. The next ten minutes were torture. Even factoring out the heated gazes trying to set him ablaze, he had trouble focusing on the test. A tingling sensation was drifting around at the edge of mind, like the memories of a pleasant dream that remains just out of reach. Every time he tried to reach out to it, it receded and left him grabbing at air. When Tsuna turned his attention back to the paper lying painfully unfinished in front of him; it poked at him until its bothering was too much to bear.

Rushing through the last few questions, Tsuna slammed his pencil down in victory and leapt from his desk, onto his feet, without a second glance at the score card. He took a second to rejoice at the feeling of his numb legs being stretched. Then he realized he was getting odd looks from the rest of the class and hurried to the teacher's desk in the front of the room to turn in his paper. Fighting off a blush, the Vongola Decimo mentally groaned at the thought of sitting down in that damn seat again. Plopping into the blasted chair, he tried to be as discrete as possible when he slid his legs out from under the table. Glancing around him with paranoia that would make a government spy proud, Tsunayoshi slowly, carefully, slouched lower and lower in the plastic chair until his legs were fully stretched in the walkway and his shoulders rested against the wall behind him.

Sighing inwardly in relief, Tsuna rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes. If someone asked him for his name right then he would have just given them a blank stare. The blissful thoughtlessness naturally didn't last – the day Tsuna should have any sort of peace was the day all the mafias in the world ceased to exist. The nagging mystery sensation was back and as annoying as ever. Frustrated, he opened his eyes and stared angrily at the ceiling like it was to blame. What is my Intuition trying to tell me . . . ?

Noise up front snapped Tsuna's attention back to the people around him. The teacher had dismissed them until lunch break, and students were eagerly jumping from their assigned seats. He got some more stares due to the lazy position he had been caught in and quickly sat up. Yamamoto slammed his hands palms down onto the desk behind Tsuna, who jumped, and Gokudera alighted into the desk across from him.

"Yo, Tsuna!" Yamamoto grinned and rested his weight on his hands, knees in place on the chair. Tsuna tilted his back and ruefully looked up at his taller friend. If only puberty had been kinder.

Noting the look, Gokudera glared at the baseball player. "Oi, don't try to intimidate Juudaime!"

"Haha, what?" Takeshi turned his playful expression to the one addressing him. He didn't move from his position at all, clearly not realizing that looming over someone was impolite.

While his Guardians started to argue, Tsuna's attention drifted to the windows. His Intuition was still screaming at him, though he was finally able to place the feeling. Unrest. The unsettling emotion pooled in the bottom of his stomach and dropped the temperature a good ten degrees. The Sky Guardian stared into the trees near the school border fence, daring something to go wrong.

Of course, silly Tsunayoshi should have learned by now that when you tempt fate, you're just begging for misfortune.

Hot. All of Tsuna's senses had been completely floored by the heat wave and left him floundering like a tuna on land. All that was left was this insufferable heat. He cracked open an eye to glare half-heartedly at the sky. He would stare down the sun, but he'd rather keep his eyes, thank you.

"Oi, oi! Come on Sawada!" Said boy rounded his gaze on the senpai demanding his attention. "It's not time for a rest yet! Let's keep going!" Ryohei jogged in place in front of the younger male, enthusiastically shadow boxing the air in front of him.

Gokudera groaned and dropped onto the grass next to his boss, who remained spread-eagle on his back. "Give us a break, Turf Top!" He growled, glaring daggers "It's too damn hot for this!"

Watching his friends quickly decline into an argument, but not doing anything to stop it, Tsuna marveled at their stamina. For whatever reason, the physical education teacher had split the students into groups of four to three, and then had an upper-classman lead them. The students picked their own groups, so naturally Tsuna had grouped with Gokudera and Yamamoto, and Ryohei had quickly closed in on them as leader.

Ryohei, being the most diehard of any boxers Tsuna had encountered, set a fast pace running laps around the school building. After a good eight laps Tsuna was about ready to croak. He flopped into the shadiest patch of grass he could find and refused to get up. Despite the intense heat, Ryohei – who had yet to break a sweat – seemed completely unaffected, and was confused by the under-classmen's sudden tiredness. He let them rest as he dutifully jogged in place. Yamamoto, being a baseball player, was more used to the harsh pace that was set and continued to jog next to the Sun Guardian. Granted, however, his laughter held a twinge of fatigue and he had at least started to sweat.

As Tsunayoshi watched his senior, he couldn't help to wonder how he escaped the sun's merciless rays. Even his fellow athletes were being affected. Was it because Ryohei was the Sun Guardian? After voicing this thought to Gokudera, they both analyzed the older man. After the exchange of ideas and the rejection of them all, the boys were stumped. Thinking further, Tsuna recalled an interesting fact.

"Ne, Gokudera-kun, I thought of something," Tsuna said, grabbing his right-hand-man's attention. "Reborn always wears his black suit, even though it's hot out, right?" Gokudera nodded. "Well he never seems to get hot, or at least doesn't show it at all; but isn't he the Sun Acrobaleno?"

They stared at each other as that information suck in. Sun Guardians had to be immune to the sun's heat. It was the only logical explanation.

While the boys were busy flailing and being astounded by their break through, Ryohei and Yamamoto (who had decided to run another lap while the others rested) "snuck" up behind them. A startled yelp and lots of colorful language later, Tsuna and Gokudera were dragged up on their feet and force to run again. Tsuna was starting to kindle a new-found hate for running as well as the summer time. So lost in thought, he didn't even notice the little yellow puff ball hovering about his head, singing.

Hibari watched the scene in front of him with little interest. It was nothing new, gym class was often held here. From his vantage point on the roof, he could see the herbivores being herded around and around the building, almost like sheep. Idiots.

Ignoring the flock of lambs, the predator snapped his eyes to the tree line. It bugged him; something was out of place in his school. He would not stand for this. The displeasure was, for whatever reason, associated with the small bundle of trees at the fence line. The plants weren't technically on school property, but he knew from experience that it was easy to hide in their branches. They provided the perfect hide-out for watching the front school yard.

Distracted momentarily, Hibird fluttered over on stumpy wings. It chirped merrily at its master and settled on his head. Hibari allowed a small smile as the bird snuggled into his jet black hair. The small purple box next to the skylark shook and he could hear Roll squeaking inside. He would let the hedgehog out later, he had people to harass.

Slipping his Vongola box into a pocket, Hibari didn't hesitate in jumping from the rooftop. Landing easily with a heavy 'THUD,' he inspected the offending vegetation as he strolled slowly closer. Maybe he could find something strong enough to play with.

"One knows," the shadow whispered into an intercom. Hidden among the shadows, his form was undefined.

"Take care of it quickly," a voice crackled.

The man nodded, then quickly realized his mistake and replied "Yes, sir." The line went dead and he quickly stashed the communication device. He focused again on the movements of a nearby student, the target.

Tsuna was ready to just go to sleep. He's nerves were running thin after all that had happened, though he wasn't entirely sure why. It had been a normal day, with no mentionable failures outside what was normal. He put it down to his Hyper Intuition wearing him down after making him nervous him all day. 'It could be worse,' Tsuna mused, 'like when in middle school.' In high school (under Reborn's tutoring) his grades had improved, though they still remained low. With all the paper work that came with being Vongola Decimo, it was hard to find time to get homework done.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Tsunayoshi focused on the person approaching him. Delayed by his thoughts, he didn't have time to flee when he realized it was Hibari Kyoya. Tsuna had yet to grow out of the habit of disappearing at the sight of the perfect. He smirked to himself as he waited for Hibari. In middle school the violent man was to be avoided by all means; but after he became a Guardian and they moved on to high school, Tsuna had become much more familiar with his presence. That didn't mean he had no fear of the Cloud; it was just more of an 'I-respect-your-power-and-acknowledge-you-can-over power-me' kind of way, rather than 'this-man-is-trying-to-kill-me' kind of way. Besides, he wouldn't be approaching Tsuna after school if it wasn't something important.

"Did you bring someone to the school?" Hibari accused. No "Hello" or "How are you" or any attempt at a greeting.

Tsuna blinked in confusion. "Brought to the school?" he repeated. "No, what happened?" He recalled from a while ago, that someone from Vongola had wanted to meet with him after school, and Hibari had not taken kindly to it. He always told everyone to go to his house after that.

The perfect hummed disapprovingly and glanced suspiciously over one shoulder, then the other. "Someone's nearby," he warned. He turned his glare, full force, back on his boss. "I do not approve of you dragging my school anywhere near the mafia."

The hairs on the back of Tsuna's arms stood up. Someone targeting the school . . . Tsuna's thoughts rushed. He was completely somber now; in "boss mode" as his guardians liked to call it. In his head, he ran through the names of any families that had caused trouble lately or had in the past. "Did you find anybody? Any leads on what family, or any family's signature?"

Hibari shook his head. Tsuna cursed under his breath. ". . . I'll have to talk with Reborn," he said slowly. "Notify me the second you find anything," he added, eyes snapping up to meet Hibari's. "Evacuate the students that are still here if you feel it is necessary. Don't hesitate to call the other Guardians."

Hibari nodded, satisfied measures were being taken. Suddenly hearing something, he turned around sharply, brandishing his tonfas. Seeing Hibari get ready to attack something, Tsuna had his Dying Will pills in hand faster than you could blink. They relaxed when he saw it was only Hibird. The little bird circled its owner's head, almost nervously, chirping.

"Hibari nervous, Tsunayoshi nervous! Bad man, bad man? Danger! Danger at Namimori!" It sang. Both Mafioso tensed.

Tsunayoshi felt a sharp pain. He whipped around, hand clamped to the back of his neck where he had felt it. It pulled away with an almost unnoticeable smear of blood.

"Shit!" Wobbly already, he knees gave out against his will. His sight was blurring and tilted sickeningly to the left. He processed Hibari yelling and Hibird's singing shift to what sounded like alarm before his mind went black.

ahhhhhhhh, finally got around to uploading this! Sorry to the people who read my Legend of Zelda fic, this isn't an update XD In an after thought, if you guys have a name you want to suggest, I would love you forever. I've been using cameo names for the last couple chapters XD Seriously. Names. Give them.