A Bit Of Help

Case 1: Your Point?

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Summary: It's chapter one, read the description of the story.

Pairings: Eventual R27, Onesided!All27

Warnings: OOC!Tsuna, Mentally-flawed!Tsuna, cuss words involved, probably a lot of mistakes. This chapter most likely will contain unanswered questions, so if you see/read something that bothers you or makes you feel a thing, it's on purpose.

A/N: Oh. I have people that actually read this piece of shit of a story, alright then; Enjoy.

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 The class was anything but normal, Tsuna noted how the blonde-Italian teacher would often try his best to shy away from the baby dressed as a teacher; (The voice made it loud and clear, the baby wasn't normal, not that it wasn't obvious enough already.) who also seemed to enjoy standing on the other student's desks, whilst treating everyone like prisoners. Dull caramel eyes scanned everyone's expressions every so often with noted interest, but he did so mostly whenever the two 'adults' did something drastic for a simple issue, an example being when Hibari threatened a silverette during the period in which he pulled out a single stick of dynamite. 

All and all, the brunet looked forward to the many surprises that'll possibly pull him out of his hysteria, what hysteria? That's something the voice told him was a major problem back when they were nothing more than two beings glued tightly together in a game of bet-and-lose, they'd both be robbed of something they need, and be given something they don't; Tsuna knew that, he knew very well of how cruel the world was, and took every chance he got to redeem the scattered pieces of righteous justice humanity ripped apart from the minds of others. For now, he took joy in being surrounded by warm, inviting people- Subtract Hibari from the equation.

As for Sawada Namiko (If he remembered it correctly), she made him wonder if they were supposed to be siblings of the sort? Was there some sort of prophecy left unfulfilled by an emperor/empress back in the dying ages? Or had the Voice's desire for him to watch a lot of old, fantasy-humor-ish movies come back to haunt his perception of the rare coincidences in life? Tsuna didn't know, and for that, it drove him deeper into the short end of sanity in the way that made his curiosity spike increasingly high. It was moments like these in which Tsuna was happy his disturbingly soft bangs were so long- it had felt like there was a waterfall of cold sweat streaming down his forehead, instead, the bangs made it look like he was perpetually crying- from anyone else's perspective. 

-Yes, the female sitting in front of him was a colossal emotional problem (In the form of a dainty female) even if she acted like she tried her best not to be, Tsuna started to regret the statement that objected the voice's, Namiko truly felt like a threat to his well-being.

'You're an ignoramus. Remember that even if you deny my presence over and over again, I know you are going to regret it and feel guilty or some shit like that.'

"Hieeee! W-what does that mean?" Tsuna pondered, pencil gripped tightly in his hand, "...Do you k-know so-something?"

'I know you can't do shit without me, but besides that... I know nothing more than what you know as of now.'

Tsuna then proceeded to drop the conversation, instead deciding to cringe at the screech resonated from the board as Hibari carelessly dragged the sharp-end of his metal tonfa against the board (Trying to solve an equation without the chalk piece apparently), but Tsuna could see that even Sasagawa seemed to feel major discomfort towards the sound filling the room; the brunet could tell by how pained the albino's expression twisted into. 

Yamamoto on the other side of the room was deep in slumber with a dreamy look on his well aging face, Tsuna expected nothing less from the teenager who practically brought a whole carton of milk with him to school, truth be told.. He did at some point last year. Ah, what Tsuna would do to have a parent that intelligent, but willing to let their own child be happy. Tsuna only had Iemitsu Sawada, and that poor excuse of a father was never there for the fragile brunet, and he was certainly not there when Yamato Nana spiralled into her own world of comical joy.