Masked Truth (KHR Tsuna fanfic)

Chapter 2: Coming Storm

Tsuna was finally sure that the spartan tutor won't hurt his brother unecessarily. But it was strange though that his brother would be running around wearing a boxer confesssing to the school's idol and fighting with the kendo club's captain. Because of that Tsuna was able to hide from the bullies for a day now, a single day. Sadly the next was just like the other day. His brother again became the spotlight while he laid on the ground bruised and bloodied. No one talked to him, no one cared, and he's alone.

The baby he met, Reborn, didn't bother him too. Strangely enough he had been making coffee for him for a week now. Still, Reborn would sometimes barged into the poor guy's room and checked his homework. Usually only 15 percent will be correct and he will have to run with his head between his legs to get away from the sadistic tutor. Unknowing to the baby though, Tsuna had another paper. That paper had all the correct answers and the same questions as his homework. Tsuna is actually a really smart boy who pays attention in class, but why would he send in only the wrong ones?

The reason to that is his brother. His cruel brother who wants to be the best and had ruined Tsuna. The boy had been hiding away those papers for a long time now and not even the tutor noticed. But he didn't want anyone to know, he didn't want anyone to know of his true intellect, strengths, and power. The boy had power with words, and strengths which were rusted because he never used them. Soon enough you'll find out why.

Tsuna was spacing off when screams and squeaks filled the room and he turned around to see why. There, standing in front of the class was a white hair boy with turquoise eyes. He was a delinquent and the teacher said he's an Italian. Strange enough the teen scowled at the class and glared at Tsuna, making him shiver. He then turned around to glare at Hayashi who simply shrugged not caring about the new popular teen.

After school he climbed up a tree to hide away from bullies that were currently chasing him and used the opportunity to finish his 'correct' homework. It was then that he realized why Gokudera had glared at him and Hayashi more intently than others. Gokudera wanted to be the tenth Vongola boss and was trying to take down Hayashi who was running away from him. They stopped just by his tree and Hayato threw dynamites at Hayashi. He need to extinguish them but they were just too hot it burned his hands. But because Yamamoto came by (he thinks it's a game) Reborn had shot Hayashi with his dying bullet. It resulted in a win over Gokuedera.

Tsuna tried to suppress a giggle from his mouth covering his mouth with his left hand. It was more hilarious than he had thought it would be, seeing his brother in boxers and a man whom he just defeated now down to him apologizing and asking to be his right hand man. Tsuna knew all to well that Hayashi was going to reject him and decline the idea and not even Reborn could stop him. So he watched with a frown while Hayashi insulted the Smokin' Bomb and stomped away trying to find new clothes to wear.

Tsuna stared at the fallen boy underneath him. He looked tired, lonely, betrayed, rejected. If only Tsuna had the courage he would bend down beside him and support him. Without realizing it he had already jumped down from the tree and was standing in front of the angry man. Who seemed fumed by his sudden appearance.

"You! You're just Juudaime's clone! Don't think I'll bow down to you and let you help me you stupid clone!" He yelled at Tsuna.

Usually he would have trembled and run away without hesitation. This time he just stood there and rolled his eyes.

Aren't I the one who was born first?-he thought.

Without hesitation he grabbed a cotton and syringe he always carried in his bag. Slowly he approached him but he back away. He detests him but Tsuna didn't care. Seeing that it wasn't getting anyway he signed. He scribbled something on a paper and placed it beside Gokudera before leaving him. It was now up to him if he accepts his charity.