The Orange-Hooded Boy and the Girl Who Read
Summary: AU He was just a boy with an orange-hood who runs pass her house everyday, and she was just a girl who was trying to finish a reading assignment. At first, it was just a routine that became part of her life, but little did she know that she would end up falling in love with an extreme idiot. Literally. 33FEM!2718
Notes: This is just a story that I came up with whenever I have writer's block or whatnot. I'll try not to make it drabble-like and actually make the chapters flow smoothly. However, this story is not one of my main focuses such as Edition To My Heart or Angel Return, Angel Reborn. Another thing, I chose Sasagawa and Tsuna as the pair due to the lack of stories about them. I honestly have no idea why there aren't more stories about them; Ryohei is so awesome! Wah…
Warnings: This is 3327 with some 1827. SempaisXKohai…whoa. Another thing, this has FEMALE Tsuna as the heroine, so if you rather read boyXboy or downright don't like the gender-change, then I suggest you click another story to read.
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! DUR.
"The laboratory was in ruins: the walls collapsed, the tile flooring was littered with giant gaps, and the computer generators were demolished. Because the technology that was supported by a great electric power source was destroyed by the impact, a spark enflamed and was fed by the remains, thus the yellow and blue flames evolved into a wild fire. As the smoke escaped through the holes that were created and to the outside world, the fire licked its way upwards whilst devouring the construction.
"A girl was kneeling, breathing heavily. Her apparel was that of a simple gown, which was drenched in blood and was layered in dust. Situated upon her shoulder blades was a pair of lengthy limbs that arched downwards. The limbs were coated with a pale, feathery substance that fluttered when the smoke arose, and blanketed the girl's frail body, acting somewhat as a shield—"
"Tsu-chan, please! When you're reading, at least read in your head!" her mother pleaded.
"But I can't concentrate!" she insisted. "The movers are practically screaming to one another and it's hard to read with all this noise."
Her mother rested her hands on her waist and frowned. "Well I don't want to hear a paragraph about how a man pukes out blood—"
"Jeez Mom, thanks for spoiling it for me."
"Can you at least whisper that part? You know how I don't like gory stuff."
"Fine," Tsuna sighed, and continued with her reading. "In a close distance, there was a man who lied limply on the ground. There was a deep gash running across his chest, and upon his skull was a large bruise. He extended his arm forward, his eyes directed at the girl, and as he attempted to utter a sentence he gargled and violently vomited blood. The girl witnessed this and screamed, her limbs huddling closer." From there, she scrunched up her nose and from the corner of her eye she noticed her mother mouthing the words 'I told you so'. She rolled her eyes and continued to the next paragraph.
"Another man, younger and unwounded, bolted towards the adult. The boy constricted his grip on the painted dagger and thrust the weapon into the throat of the man and tore away the flesh. The man's eyes widened, his body struggled, and then he stilled. This time, the girl had her eyes closed, but her shoulders shook in fear and bewilderment. The boy straightened his back and idly wiped the new blood on his rusty-colored shirt, and faced the girl."
Tsuna slammed the book shut with a gum wrapper substituted as a mark. "I cannot believe that my new school is assigning us to read this," she grumbled. "Paper cuts I can handle, but slaughter?"
"Oh honey, it's not all about violence. It is a tale about a wondrous adventure of a winged girl and a boy who was experimented by evil scientists," her mother said, kissing her forehead. "Besides, this is to help you improve on your writing skills when you have essays to write."
"I'm pretty sure I didn't have to read something so complicated and weird at my old school," Tsuna grumbled, but her mother didn't hear her—she was distracted by a mover who asked her how their sofa should be situated. Tsuna sighed and went inside the car in order to obtain silence so that she may be able to comprehend the words easier. Now secluded by the hollers and the loud clanks of furniture against the metal surface of the truck, she nestled onto the seat and positioned the book comfortably in front of her.
She began reading, "The boy straightened his back and idly wiped the new blood on his rusty-colored shirt, and faced the girl.
""Stand up," he commanded. "It is over."
"She whimpered and did not stand.
"He grounded his teeth and walked towards her. He fisted her hair and dragged her upwards, receiving a startled cry. "Are you deaf? I told you to stand!"" So far, she did not like the character Gaston.
""Leave her alone, Gaston." Men dressed in protective suits and air tanks surrounded the area with quick steps. Before them was another man wearing a similar suit, but on his helmet was a star symbolizing his leadership.
"She's likely illiterate; after all, she was a test subject—just like how you were."
"Gaston narrowed his eyes. "And just what are you insinuating?" he demanded hotly.
""Perhaps later. This place is going to collapse soon and we have to go. Can you pick up the girl?"" Tsuna paused for a second when her mother glanced at her way, and then continued when the woman smiled at her. "Gaston grunted as a reply and hoisted the girl over his shoulder."
She halted on her reading when the passage led to a dialogue between two male characters that apparently held important roles in their world. The conversation caused her confusion; one character was explaining of the incident at a laboratory whilst the other listed names of the mutated test-subjects. It sounded out of place, so she had to go back and reread it until she managed to understand what was going on.
So far, there weren't any Japanese names that she recognized, or any foreigner name she could pronounce simply. Why would a Japanese writer—Koyobawa Makoto—create a book when there aren't any Japanese relations whatsoever? It was frustrating how she had to adapt to the unfamiliar wordings.
"Gaston was a tall and broad-shouldered fellow with a bold jaw-line and muscled features."
It was bewildering, but soon Tsuna became involved with the sentences, the descriptions, every detail that embellished the illustrations her mind portrayed. It was strange how all of a sudden she became hypnotized after finishing the third chapter. For the first time of her life, she actually found a book that was interesting. And despite the unpleasant introduction, it really did tie along with the story, thus causing her to be more attentive with each sentence.
And it wasn't because Gaston sounded…cute.
The book was truly amazing and her mind quenched for more. It was ironic, but it was like riding a roller coaster that would travel into several different directions with spins, turns, and falls. The texts evolved from plain and dull into eerie and intriguing. It could be because she attempted on understanding the story line rather than scan the words whilst feeling bored like how she usually does it. Perhaps she should do this more often when reading. Would this work with her textbooks then? Probably not.
"Gaston's eyes sharpened, causing Jillian to flinch. "Well?" he snapped."
Gaston still doesn't like Jillian—the girl who has wings. And Jillian appears to not like Gaston back, but is too afraid to express her feelings. Tsuna plopped her chin upon her palm and closed the book, the gum wrapper in place. It oddly related to some love story; obviously, there would be a bond slowly establishing between Gaston and Jillian because it focuses on the two mainly. Will it be a love story?
It surely did seem convincing that it would be a love story. Gaston and Jillian was a remarkably matching pair; whilst Gaston was the hot-headed and belligerent protector and Jillian was the timid, pure-hearted maid—or angel, due to her wings. It reminded Tsuna vaguely of Beauty and the Beast, whereas the Beast was Gaston—because their personalities were alike—and the Beauty was Jillian. However, there was a character in Beauty and the Beast named Gaston, and he was the main antagonist.
Tsuna tapped her chin and thought. Well, if Gaston were to become the antagonist of the story that would definitely be upsetting. There couldn't possibly anyone to replace Gaston for Jillian.
She opened the book and read, "There was nothing for the girl to respond, for she was illiterate. She did not fathom the language he spoke, yet could interpret that he was angered for a reason she was not aware of. As she steadied her stick-like arms to signal gestures, the only communication she could offer, Jillian paused."
Just when Jillian had paused on her actions, Tsuna paused on her reading when a flash of a bright color attracted her eyes. She looked up and saw a boy running pass her new street wearing an orange sweater with the hood covering his head.
"Tsu-chan!" Her mother opened the door and called out. "Tsu-chan, come on! We have neighbors to greet," she exclaimed excitedly.
"Um, okay." Tsuna glanced at the window again and was surprised to see that it was evening already—they had arrived here in the morning and it was astonishing to see how much time had passed. She then stepped out of the car with the book tucked underneath her arm.
Sawada Tsunayoshi recently moved to Namimori when her school had ended for break due to her father's profession. In her parents' perspective, they believed that their daughter would be drowning in depression that a switch of their location would be suddenly made, and that she would have to abandon her friends because of the far distance. However, their belief was quite the opposite. In fact, Tsuna did not care and was rather satisfied of departing their old home.
At her old school, she was recognized as Dame-Tsuna considering her flaws as a student: athleticism, intelligence, and attentiveness to the teachers' lectures. She also carried dreaded competent of being clumsy and being a magnet for balls—especially directed at her face. Tsuna also wasn't very social due to her timid self during the years, so she was a loner. Meanwhile, her parents were oblivious to this.
Now in Namimori, Tsuna hoped that she could change her reputation and acquire friendship from girls her age instead of the janitor or a stray dog that usually padded up to her whenever she returned home. Indeed, it was humiliating and it was a relief that she escaped the life as Dame-Tsuna. If she was lucky, she wouldn't become Dame-Tsuna in her new school.
Nevertheless, there was a trial that she must come to face before remaking her destiny: homework. It was a school assignment that all students must accomplish before the new year would commence, and it was despised by all. Finish reading a lengthy, thick book and write a page of what it was about, a page about the main characters, and a page of the reader's interest of the entire subject. Horrid. Terrible. Horrid.
However, in Tsuna's case, the homework was a piece of cake. If she weren't absorbed into the book Journey To The Sun, then of course it would be a bore. And writing the essay part was simple since she knew what to write. It was as if the book was meant for her; the book just happened to draw her in and offering her a world of thrill and wonder. Of course, the description would be an exaggeration, but it gave her a similar sensation. And it was certainly surprising; most assignments having to do with reading often suffocated her with utter boredom, but this time it differed. It even made her happy when the book was incredibly long.
But the only exception that countered her pleasure was the extended vocabulary that troubled Tsuna. She had a pocket-sized dictionary with her whilst reading in case she required assistance. Sometimes she would disregard a word, thinking that it wasn't any of importance that would benefit her later on—she knew that she wouldn't be hearing 'ergophobia' anytime soon in the future. Other times it frustrated her that a whole passage would be filled with words that she was unfamiliar with, and has to open her dictionary constantly. But because of this, she obtained information of such vocabulary. And it made her feel smart for the longest time.
There would be times where she would read on the couch or out in the backyard. It really depended on her mood. But where she usually reads is upon the sill of her bedroom window. From there, the sunlight would adjust its rays to a perfect angle, thus giving Tsuna a great light. Plus, she could have a view of her new neighborhood whenever she needed to take a break. Hence, be able to watch the boy do his daily jogging.
Every evening, there would be a boy running down the street wearing an orange sweater with the hood covering his head. She nicknamed him the orange-hooded boy. So when the orange-hooded boy would soon appear, Tsuna would either observe him from the corner of her eye or disregard him, and when his figure receded she would look up and watch him until he fully disappeared. Couple times she would idly gaze out at the window when she didn't feel like reading, and try to capture the image of his face, however, failed doing so because of the hood that shadowed his face.
Once, she had a glimpse of a bandage upon the bridge of his nose; this had brought up the assumption that he was either a fighter or had an accident. But then, considering the bandages wrapped around his knuckles, the theory that he was a fighter was greater. But what kind of fighter wears bright orange? He could possibly be colorblind, or desired the pigment like how one of her aunts decorated her entire house out of pink doilies. And if he was a fighter, what kind was he? Was he mastering karate? Kendo? Was he a yankee? She hoped that he wasn't a yankee.
"The sky was painted hues of fire and water; every pigment waning to create a perfect shade, thus commencing another enchanting sunset. Across the sky soared birds, creatures that were peculiar yet highly familiar to Jillian due to their natural acceleration and flight. The trees' leaves ruffled as the wind passed by and the grass rippled into a puddle-like pattern. The radiance of the sun slowly diminished, the beauty soon being quelled by another beauty: night.
"As the darkness eventually consumed the brilliance of colors, Jillian directed her gaze upon the remaining of the sun until the last ray vanished. The moon now substituted the source of day, and eventually stars embellished the black firmament, thus enlightening the heavens in an eerie way. However, the sky did not loose its competence of being enchanting. The scenery was something that Jillian had witnessed before—she could not recall when but it was still nostalgia. It had alerted her sensations and aroused her, a smile widening upon her fair face."
Then she paused on her reading when the orange-hooded boy appeared. Just before her eyes retreated back to the text, the boy stopped directly in front of her. She blinked and he smiled, revealing a tanned face and light, short hair. Suddenly, he waved, and she instantly returned the gesture. Then he continued with his jog.
Tsuna blinked again. "Uh…"
1) The book Tsuna was assigned to read before school commence is called Journey To The Sun
2) The authoress was Koyobawa Makoto, or Makoto Koyobawa if you want the surname to go last
3) The orange-hooded boy was Ryohei!
4) Tsuna and Ryohei will not meet until the next few chapters. If they meet too soon, then the story will fail.
5) I made up the book and the authoress. It will eventually tie along with the rest of the story and also Hibari.