Chapter 3: Through His Eyes
Chapter 3: Day one Part two
Paused in mid motion, the three stared at their “boss” who was looking over at them with a worried expression on his face. Then Gokudera burst into action, rushing over to the young Vongola boss, on his knee’s in the gravel and began smacking his head on the ground repeatedly as he bowed to the brunette.
“Forgive me tenth; I have made us late for class”
Similarly the two others walked over both battered and bruised from their little scuffle.
“Ahhh sorry Tsuna” Yamamoto said, whilst scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.
“Yo Sawada I will give you all your EXTREME punishment later” the boxer shouted full of enthusiasm despite looking like a wreck before walking off, prefects following closely behind with Kusakabe.
Walking into the school building, Yamamoto and Gokudera failed to notice the slight indigo coloring surrounding their boss’s figure, where Chromes illusion was incomplete, probably because they’d resumed their usual; bickering by that point.
“You have done well my Chrome”
“Thank you Mukuro-sama”
As Gokudera and Yamamoto entered the classroom the illusion of their boss dispersed and the school bag Chrome had encased the illusion around dropped to the floor. Leaning over she picked it up and pushed it onto her shoulder before following after the two boys and entering the classroom. It appeared class hadn’t started yet as many of the students were turned round in their seats or standing up talking amongst themselves in small groups, the young girl noticed that Yamamoto was busy talking to some of his baseball team and Gokudera was just sitting bored facing the front of the classroom.
“Chrome-chan?” a voice questioned from behind her, the girl recognized the voice.
“Kyoko-chan” chrome said as she turned round to face the other girl with a small smile on her lips.
“You look so cute in our uniform Chrome-chan, have you just transferred here from Kokuyo” Kyoko giggled.
Chrome simply nodded, looking over to the girl standing next to the red head, she hadn’t seen her before.
“O this is Hana-chan she’s my best friend” Kyoko smiled introducing the brunette girl.
“Nice to meet you” Chrome said shyly.
“Likewise” Hana stated with a rather bored tone, not really taking notice of the other girl that is until she saw the eye patch covering her right eye, bearing a skull and crossbones symbol on it.
“What’s with the eye patch?”
The purple haired girl looked a bit startled at the question, not really have a story other than the truth to tell her new classmate.
“Chrome hurt her eye when she was much younger, it’s very sensitive now, so she keeps the eye patch on most of the time, isn’t that right Chrome-chan” Kyoko smiled at her after delivering the lie to her friend. Chrome just nodded with a smile of thanks aimed at Kyoko for helping her out of that tight situation.
As the teacher entered the room everyone took their places, sitting down and turning their seats around to face the front, Chrome taking the seat where Tsuna would normally sit.
“Oi woman that’s the tenth’s seat” Gokudera rudely shouted at her.
The comment went ignored though as a middle aged brunette man stood at the front ushering the class to be quiet before motioning for Chrome to stand at the front of the class for her introduction.
“Ok class, this is your new classmate Chrome Dokuro she transferred here from Kokuyo, so everyone welcome her in” the teacher announced to the class. Chrome bowed slightly and offered a small smile to her class for two weeks, her eye drifted over the faces for a moment before she noticed Kyoko smiling brightly at her; she returned the favor before sitting back in her seat.
After the introduction and whilst the teacher prepared the lesson giving hand outs to everyone, a few people began to whisper mainly along the lines of “She’s cute isn’t she”, “Isn’t she a bit young to be a second year” and “What’s with the eye patch it’s kind of scary”.
The rest of the lesson and the few after that up until lunch went without incident, the only notable thing that happened was Kyoko and Hana being assigned with giving Chrome a tour of the school and helping her settle in. As the lesson ended, Kyoko, Hana and Chrome headed out the doors for their tour leaving the rest of the class behind, the last two out of the classroom were Gokudera and Yamamoto preparing to eat on the rooftop as they usually did even without the Tenth there with them, he’d probably meet them up there anyway they figured, not knowing where the brunette went to before class.
As they exited the classroom a mechanical noise could be heard beside them, as an air vent opened revealing a cozy space with a small armchair with a baby hit man sitting in it drinking coffee.
“Reborn”
“Little guy”
“Caoisso” the sun arcoboleno took another sip of his coffee before continuing what he was going to say. “Gokudera you have baseball practice after school” another sip “Yamamoto you have to stay and watch with the Chrome”.
“What why do I have to do that idiots sport” Gokudera yelled causing a few side glances from students passing by the hallway.
“It’s part of your training” Reborn answered simply, adding “Tsuna has to do his training, are you saying that you do not wish to train like the Tenth Vongola has to”.
“I will Train harder than anyone else, for the tenth, but why does this idiot have to be there and why chrome as well”
“Well to put it simply Chrome has taken Tsuna’s place for the next two weeks making her the Vongola tenth generation and Yamamoto has taken your place meaning he is the Vongola’s tenth generation right hand man and thus as you and Tsuna sometimes do, they will watch over your training and wait to walk home with you”.
Yamamoto thought to himself that the explanation didn’t sound simple at all but he was glad he got to watch Gokudera play; he always thought he’d be good at baseball because of how good he is at throwing dynamites and swinging punches at him. The black haired boy was bought out of his thoughts seeing the other boy walking down the hall without him.
“Hey, Gokudera where you going” Yamamoto called after him.
Ignored.
“Yamamoto you have training to do, so does Gokudera” Reborn told the rain guardian. “You need to learn how to use dynamite, you don’t have your sword for the next two weeks, Gokudera does”.
Ignoring the call from the baseball star, Gokudera headed to the library for lunch, after all even though he hated baseball with a passion he would have to learn through mathematical calculations how to hit the ball at the right angle at the right speed at the right time in order to achieve the best trajectory and distance. The silver haired teen smirked to himself he would prove he could be better than that baseball-idiot at anything even baseball.
Lunch was about to end and Gokudera had finished his studying, confident that he would be able to beat Yamamoto at his own game, so he decided to take the longer route to class to get rid of some time. On this particular route back to class he would pass the infirmary, he didn’t know why he looked in through the window in the door, but he did and he noticed someone was on one of the beds, someone with black hair and tanned skin from what he could see through the blurred glass. There were a lot of student in Namimori that had black hair and tanned skin but Gokudera just knew it was him, the stupid baseball-nut and he had to admit he was a little curious NOT worried as to why Yamamoto was in the infirmary. Pushing the door so it was slightly ajar, Gokudera peered in; the only person in the room was the moron so he decided to walk in without knocking first, intent on mocking the other boy for being weak.
The door creaked as he entered giving away his presence to the other occupant of the room, causing him to look up in surprise at the bomber.
“O Gokudera what are you doing here hahaha” Yamamoto asked cheerfully despite being covered in bruises, burns and dried blood. The room smelled oddly of gunpowder the Italian noticed, then it all clicked into place, the dumbass had probably tried to use his dynamites but failing he managed to end up taking the full brunt of the explosions, such an idiot Gokudera thought to himself.
“BAKA you wasted my dynamites blowing yourself up, your going to replace those you here” Gokudera yelled not really caring that it was an infirmary, the nurse wasn’t here to kick him out.
“ne Gokudera why don’t you teach me then” Yamamoto grinned at him.
“What the fuck did you just say, why would I want to do that?”
“It would stop me wasting your dynamites wouldn’t it?”
“Fine whatever” the silver haired teen yelled before storming out of the nurse’s office leaving an amused Yamamoto in his wake.
School was almost over now, the first day of training almost over Gokudera sighed, this was going to be a long two weeks, he’d been wondering how the boss was doing all day, concerned as to what those bastards from Mukuro’s gang were making him do. Surely Reborn hadn’t gotten those two to agree to this ‘Special Bonding Training” as well, no Mukuro defiantly had something planned he was sure of it.
The school bell rang signaling the end of school hours for all those students that didn’t attend after school clubs/activities, which Gokudera normally didn’t but for the next two weeks apparently he did. Grabbing his stuff he headed down to the locker rooms to change, Chrome had been late for the lesson after lunch the tour of the school running over a little and Yamamoto had only came in covered in bandages and plasters half way through the last period, why the hell bother, probably to have all the girls swooning over him to make sure he’s ok the Mafioso thought.
Changing into his newly acquired baseball uniform, making a face of disgust at himself in the mirror, Gokudera headed outside to start the training. Arriving outside he realized that the coach had given him his own space to practice seen as he was new, what the hell the boy thought how much influence does Reborn have over these people, he can achieve practically anything. This practice was also obviously a test to see how good he was and Gokudera was going to prove himself to be better than Namimori’s number one star.
He’s already calculated everything he knew how to get a perfect home run to hit it out of the park to wow everyone, not that he liked to wow everyone just the tenth really and to prove himself better than his rival, Gokudera knew that none would be better suited to be the Tenth Vongola’s right hand man but himself.
A ball machine was in front of him well not in front quite a way away actually and he was going to have to hit the balls as they came. Yamamoto and Chrome had just arrived and were watching from the sidelines and Yamamoto suddenly had a revelation he know knew why Gokudera hated coming to his games so much because watching is no where near as exciting as playing. Yamamoto felt himself get bored just watching for about five minutes, of the balls firing and Gokudera hitting. Come to think of it Gokudera hadn’t missed once and come to think of it he’d been hitting pretty good too, if Yamamoto didn’t know better he’d say Gokudera was actually really good but he was missing something that would make him that just that little bit better.
Getting to his feet, Yamamoto made his way over to the bomber who was fully concentrated and engrossed at hitting the ball he didn’t even notice the black haired boy sneak up behind him. In the pause after Gokudera had hit a ball and before the next ball fired, Yamamoto gently placed his hand over Gokudera’s wrist and moved it slightly changing the position of the bat, while his other hand changed the Italians stance slightly.
“Get the hell off I know what I’m doing” Gokudera growled still fully focused on the next baseball hurtling towards him.
“I know I know” Yamamoto replied moving back to his previous position next to Chrome before a bat found its way into his face.
Smack. The baseball bat collided with the ball sending it flying out of the area Gokudera had been set for practice. The storm guardian couldn’t believe it, not that he’d hit the ball so far and that the coach was praising him and saying he was on the team, but the fact he must have miscalculated, what he didn’t carry the one somewhere or something. This utterly frustrated the teen, how could he just change something so slightly and give such a dramatic effect; it just shouldn’t be possible for a retard to do something like that, unless Yamamoto Takeshi wasn’t as stupid as he made out.
Meanwhile….
Tsuna shivered, it was cold in the small room he was staying in, even though he was wrapped up in numerous blankets and lying on a small futon that Ken had laid out for him. But it wasn’t just the cold that was making him shiver, it constantly felt like there was another presence there with him, whispering things in his ear and tracing ghostly fingers across his skin and running them through his hair, it was really starting to creep him out. He knew it was the mist guardian, who else could it be, Tsuna wondered whether this was what Chrome felt like when Mukuro penetrated her thoughts, like he could see everything that was her, like she would feel completely naked not able to hide anywhere. In that instant Tsuna began to feel sorry for the girl she was only thirteen years old and this was scaring him never mind a young girl who’d been through so much already, he knew she had Ken and Chikusa but they were Mukuro’s devoted followers. Although he was grateful they had bought him snacks earlier that day which had kept him full for a while but now he was starting to feel the pangs of hunger again, crisps and biscuits weren’t exactly nutritional. Sighing the brunette attempted to find sleep, how was he going to survive two weeks of this.