Namimori High School Festival

Bullet 1: Suggestions Are No Good

Namimori High School Festival

By: Finalxfantasy91

Disclaimer: All rights go to Akira Amano for KHR characters. Plot and OC's belong to me.

Note: This story takes place a month after the Arcobaleno Un-cursing arc. Knowing the Vongola (or plainly Decimo gen. lifestyle) a lot can happen during that time. Also, excuse my grammar mistakes. I don't really bother.

I am Finalxfantasy91 on fanfiction.net. If you are wondering why this one is different...well, I just haven't gotten around to updating it. And the stories there are in the process of remaking anyway (when I get the chance to).

~Vongola Style~

Sawada Tsunayoshi, 15 years-old, (ab)normal first year of Namimori High, felt stupid... Really, really, stupid...

How could he not realize something was wrong when he didn't wake up to the loving morning calls he usually gets from his tutor, Reborn: meaning a Leon hammer slamming onto his head (or any other bodily harm for that matter) and rain of bullets?

He should have known something like this would happen. Why wouldn't it when he had openly talked about Namimori High's suggestion box for the school festival last night with his friends when they were over for dinner. The tutor/hitman's eyes were gleaming in mischief, brief appearance but disappeared the moment Tsuna could take another glance was all signs of hell coming for him as the Satan-hell-spawn. He should have seen it coming when Reborn didn't try to steal his food that night (and this morning), sending him off without as much of a killing intent than usual.

Alarm bells were already ringing in his head, and what did Tsuna do? He waved it off... He, Sawada Tsunayoshi, waved off his hyper intuition; the one thing that saved his butt too many times to even count, and he blatantly waved it off. Oh, how he regretted ignoring the warning signs.

Then again, he was still jumping with paranoia, expecting the ringing from the battle watches (which are long gone, but felt as if it was still wrapped around his thin wrist). Even though everyone involved survived and the Arcobaleno's curse finally broken, he couldn't help but expect Kawahira to turn on him with the Sky orange pacifier ready to latch onto his life. A month passed by with positive results from Talbot and Kawahira. The Arcobaleno -- Ex-Arcobaleno -- are no longer restricted by the infantile curse and can restart on their lives. True they were still in the infant state, but by the end of the year, they should be showing signs of growing (something Tsuna wasn't looking forward to when it comes to Reborn. He did not want to know what his hell training entails when Reborn finally reaches his adult form).

That's another problem for another time. Back to the topic of his current despair...

Like wishing for his tortu--tutor--to stop what he was doing, smirking like a scheming devil, in front of the entire school population in his 'Reboyama-sensei' costume readying an announcement.

Yes, in front of the entire school populace.

Why would everyone be in the auditorium, you ask? Well, it might be because the school faculty announcement echoed across the building for all students to be there so they could draw from the festival suggestion box...yes again...a drawing for the festival; and, do you know what else? That box just so happens to be sitting innocently underneath the waiting palms of the disguised tutor.

'Reborn, what are you doing?!' Tsuna thought in horror as his eyes met with the said tutor when he entered the second floor of the auditorium.

'What do you think I'm going to do, Dame-Tsuna?' the tutor's eyes practically replied back, smirk widening.