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Spring break was really fun, with the exception of Arthur's return to England. It was spent going out with friends to the arcade or movies or just relaxing at home, but it had ended and we were now in our second year of middle school. Another year, another teacher, another whole bunch of school and homework.
Another character debut as well. Naito Longchamp and his strange family were about to make themselves known to Tsuna.
But that was really none of my business. Tsuna would most probably convince Naito to stay the fuck away from me, me being the innocent sister who knew absolutely nothing about the mafia and all.
Instead, I would be having fun as the power working the rumour mill and kicking anyone who tried to usurp me away, like during the pole knocking competition. I smiled as I walked towards the board showing our grade's class list. I had an advantage over all the other wannabe queen bees. Even if they were more naturally charismatic, I still had another lifetime of experience of human nature.
I should become a politician. I've already got half of the job requirements down.
In my past life, I wasn't really interested in popularity. The society I had lived in didn't put much importance on social classes, so when I entered my first years of elementary school in this life, I had received a more than slight shock from how much the Japanese focused on it. I recovered quickly though, and went on to make my way up the social ladder. Just because I had never put it into practice didn't mean I didn't know the theory.
Of course, there had been times where I had wanted to slap everyone upside the head for being stupid. People committed suicide over this kind of stuff. Unfortunately, I couldn't afford to make any more and larger ripples than I already had. So I had to make sure Tsuna's history was almost exactly like it had been in the franchise. That meant making sure everyone thought he was useless. It didn't sit well with me, but it was necessary. I wasn't going to stand for actual physical harm or the like though, so I made sure to stop things when they went too far, but still kept him stuck firmly on the bottom rung. When Reborn arrived, I really was glad that I could let my brother start climbing.
I did slip up from time to time, like that time with the three criminal brothers. Nana's entourage had to shift positions slightly to make space for me, causing Lambo to not be in the position he should have been in when he tossed the grenade away over his shoulder. That was easily fixed, even though it had given me a slight scare.
Spotting my name on the board, I checked for the classroom and made my way there. Hana and Kyoko were already there. Hana started complaining about Longchamp, and I had to agree with her. That guy was probably my least favourite character. He and his family had even been completely written out of the anime due to severe unpopularity.
Longchamp entered the classroom and immediately made his way over to me. I refrained from groaning and turned around to face him with a polite smile.
"Other Sawada-chan!" he yelled, wildly waving his arms to catch my attention as if his yelling wasn't enough.
'-chan'? Oh hell no.
"Naito-san, I'd prefer it if you didn't use '-chan'."
"You're right, it's confusing to call both you and your brother Sawada-chan. Hm, oh I know!" he grinned stupidly. "You can be Sawada-kun!"
...I don't know how to respond to that. Normal people would be the other way around. But then again...
"If you wish to call me that, you may."
"Oh, Sawada-kun, since your brother's a mafia boss, are you going to be his outside advisor?"
Tsuna entered the classroom with his friends just in time to hear his question. I smiled indulgently at the Tomaso family boss-to-be.
"What are you talking about?"
"You don't know? Sawada-chan is-"
He was interrupted by Tsuna yelling something indecipherable and shoving himself in between us.
"Nee-chan, ignore him! He's, um..."
"To be honest, I was planning on it." I stood there for a moment longer, then, being unable to find a good reason to break away from the conversation, just left.
Tsuna sighed in relief, then once he thought I was out earshot, whispered to Longchamp, "She doesn't know, so don't tell her!"
I ignored Longchamp's reply and sat down in my seat. Soon after, the door opened and Reborn walked in dressed as Reboyama the substitute teacher. We went through the whole class president fiasco, during which, luckily, my prediction didn't come true and I was not nominated. I also got to see the desolation bullet in work.
It somehow didn't work on me though. Instead of sympathy, all I felt was contempt and an urge to laugh at his patheticalness, which was quickly suppressed. Maybe there really was something wrong with me.
How did I end up in this situation...? That's right, I was going to get a book I left in the classroom. And at the worst possible time.
I came across Hibari, Longchamp, Tsuna and Reborn (and that one half-dead guy on the floor). Naito was crying about hi Terumi-chan not answering his calls, Hibari was gaining some sort of sadistic amusement from it, and now Tsuna was being shot with the desolation bullet. I watched as he rose from the shell of clothes, claiming to not care about anything anymore.
I couldn't help it. I started to giggle and tried to smother it with both hands.
Then I heard another bullet being shot, and deduced that Mangusta had decided that two desolate people weren't enough. I contemplated blocking it, but just dodged it in the end and flipped the shooter off.
Getting shot once was more than enough, thank you very much.