How To Be A Mafia Boss (KHR and Assassination Classroom) (R27)

Chapter 1: Chaos

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and Assassination Classroom. Though, you're probably tired of this cr*p.

Warning: I've changed the rating of the story to M after writing Chapter 12. If you still want to read this then be my guest, perverted and underage reader.

It was a peaceful day in the town of Namimori, Japan. Although, Sawada Tsunayoshi, our favorite brunet, couldn't find himself to agree.

"SAWADA TSUNAYOSHI!"

"Hai..." Tsuna stood up as soon his name was called by his Math teacher, Nezu-sensei.

"Daydreaming in the middle of class? You truly are dame-Tsuna."

The class laughed except for Yamamoto Takeshi, Gokudera Hayato and Sasagawa Kyoko.

"You bastard! How dare you disrespect Juudaime?!" 

"Maa~ maa~ Sensei? It's not really nice to bully your own student."

Tsuna saw his guardians'  hands twitching to get their weapons to blast Nezu-sensei to the moon.

'As a boss, you have to control your guardians, dame-tsuna.'

Reborn's voice echoed in his minds. He sighed and sat down on his seat.

"Dame-Tsuna! I believe I didn't give you permission to sit down yet!" 

"Urusai."

The class froze at Tsuna's cold voice. 

'As expected of Juudaime!' was clearly showing on Gokudera's face.

"W-what was that?!" 

"Ahaha....nothing, sensei. I was just talking to myself," Tsuna answered. Even though he hated his teacher, Tsuna can't risk blowing his cover that he is a soon to be mafia boss. 

"I-is t-that so? Then p-please pay attention t-t-to class."

"Hai..."

Yamamoto and Gokudera wondered what made Tsuna almost snap at their teacher. He was always calm..and collected. 

Tsuna grasped his hair with both of his hands. The truth is, his day didn't start very well since he woke up with a headache. He remembered sleeping early last night and finishing his paperworks in due time. There could be only one more reason.

His intuition was acting up.

This past few years, Tsuna's intuition improved, helping him in many battles from assassins trying to kill him. But, there was a huge disadvantage. Whenever something bad is going to happen, his head just hurts without warning. The greater the pain, the more trouble it is. Reborn, the infamous number one hitman trained Tsuna to be immune to the pain since it'll be troublesome when he's fighting. And he managed to lessen the pain by 9/10. 

Since he's feeling so much pain in his head today, enough for him to clutch his hair, Tsuna thought, 'What trouble will I get myself into again?'

Poor fool.

The door of their classroom snapped open.

And in came a hot-looking man with a fedora hat.

Tsuna raised his head because he couldn't see clearly with his height. 

Nezu smiled at the man. "Welcome Reboya-"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

The class looked at Tsuna who had just stood up from his seat and raised his voice.

"Dame-Tsuna!" Nezu shouted from the front of the room. "Did you just curse inside my classroom?!"

"U-uh....eh....I didn't say anything," Tsuna tried to redeem himself. The man in front of the room smirked.

"I believe you just did, Dame-Tsuna. Go out of my classroom!" 

Tsuna grumbled. He stood up and made his way outside, but not before whispering in the man's ear as he passed by him. "Ci vediamo più tardi , bastardo ." (I'll see you later, bastard.)

Reborn smirked wider.

. .  .

"Chaos. I'm Reboyama-sensei. Pack your bags brats. We're going to Italy."

And just like that, Tsuna only heard the cheer of his classmates from outside. "What's going on?"