PRE-NOTE: This is similar to 'The Selection,' in a sense that girls will have to compete for the throne; though, since I haven't read the book yet, it's safe to say the only thing I borrowed from it was that idea and nothing more. And… I just think 'The Selection' sounded cool for a title.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
WARNING: Fem!Tsuna. Foul language. Harem. Typical fluff. OC. AU
SUMMARY: With all of Vongola IX's sons dead, the throne is left open for all prospective ladies. Enter Tsunahime. No prospects. Not exactly a lady. But due to a certain orange-haired best friend, her name was casted in and by some ill-luck was chosen to compete. And what was that about handsome princes living inside the castle again?
The Selection
by pseudonym08
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Prologue | The Announcement
"I'm home."
There was no answer. She looked at the wall clock. It read 9 in the evening. Tsuna sighed.
She quietly proceeded to the kitchen and unpacked all the things she brought from the store, some instant noodles and a few necessities. After stashing everything on their corresponding cabinets, she took out her take-out ramen and went to the living room.
She turned on the TV, a bit pleased having remembered she was just in time in paying her electric bills a while ago. It was a good thing her ginger best friend Kyoko mentioned receipts. She smiled and heartily slurped in the noodles.
On the screen were the weird but usual advertisements. Tsuna ignored all of them, not particularly interested in anything after a tiring day both at school and in her part time job. After about ten of them or so, a new program was finally introduced on the screen. It's theme was like a reality talkshow, with a single sofa and a coffee table in front, with a royal blue backdrop. Only difference was there was the country's royal insignia layered on the backdrop.
Tsuna furrowed her brows. Then, as if to answer her curiosity, a man appeared on the screen, some random introductory announcer. He greeted the live guests and viewers, before recounting the importance of the program. It was time to draw the selected.
"Oh… right," Tsuna muttered, finally remembering the events these past few months.
The kingdom was in an uproar ever since the last of the princes, heir apparent to the king, had been killed by various weird circumstances. And under the royal law, if a case does happen when no other male heirs can succeed, the selection must take place.
The Selection is a prestigious process of choosing among the citizens ladies who are good enough to take the throne and rule Vongola. The announcement had been made about a month ago to all 18 and above candidates willing to take the opportunity. Those interested could file in their names; and once registered, there was no turning back. The final casting would be about … "When was it again?" Tsuna thought hard. "Ahh… right, it was this afternoon," she shrugged. It wasn't like she wanted to join anyway.
The Selection is a three-part process. The Introduction. The Elimination. The Succession. And each sounded too tiring to Tsuna, a great big hassle she doesn't want to take part of. Not to mention, being Queen seemed like a very tedious job. So though she was very much eligible to join, the official requirement was only the age after all, she took a pass on it.
She gulped in the remaining soup before placing the bowl on the table. At the same time, a girl with violet hair tied into a pineapple-like bun appeared on the screen, apparently introduced by the man. She had an eyepatch on her left eye.
Chrome Dokuro. Tsuna recognised her as one of the minor officials of the castle, a shy girl in charge of some official public announcements. Until now, Tsuna wondered how a girl as shy as she was given the job. She scratched her head. But after a while decided to let the matter go. Well, whatever it was, the nobilities must have their own reasons.
This time though, Tsuna knew the announcement she'd make was about the drawing of candidates for the selection process. Now, one might think this strange and inappropriate for such an important occasion … but it was necessary.
First. The future queen must be willing to rule the country. As such, candidates are only for those interested, never forced. Second. To prevent possible biases, gathering all the papers from various cities all over the country, a draw lots must take place. It was a simple but rather effective plan. It had happened twice already, thrice if to include this generation; and all two occurrences were a success.
Chrome began the draw lots after some preliminary history and brief summary. Out of all 1,024 that submitted, she reminded only 26 would be chosen to proceed.
Tsuna grabbed a pillow and hugged it tight. Though she didn't wrote in herself, it was still thrilling and a bit hair-raising to know who the candidates would be. Among the 26 is the next ruler of their country. She couldn't help but feel nervous and excited. Chrome picked up papers from the draw-lot cylinder, unfolded it and called out names. Those mentioned and their respective cities were flashed on the screen.
01. Hinamori Sakura, Sora.
02. Shizori Inori, Sora.
03. Miura Haru, Arashi.
…
Sometime after, though excited at first, Tsuna tuned them out. She was feeling sleepy and despite her efforts, her head began to bob down. She forced herself awake again. She should at least let the ceremony finish, just out of respect for her country. But… she really was sleepy. Tsuna clicked her tongue, something she rarely does.
"...And for the 26th candidate, umm, Ms. Sawada Tsunahime from Namimori District."
Finally! Tsuna smiled and bobbed her head, giving a thumbs up at the screen like a boss approving her underling. Done at last, she thought. She looked at her screen again and read the last candidate. Sawada. Tsunahime. Hmm… why does that name sounded familiar? She scratched her head again and rubbed her eyes. Tsuna animatedly stood up and grabbed the bowl, about to clean up when …
Sawada. Tsunahime.
Tsunahime.
Tsuna.
Hmm…
Tsuna.
"Tsuna… Ehhhhhhhh—?" she dropped the bowl and screamed.