A/N: Okay I know it's been a long time since I've done anything with this story but that's because I've changed a lot. In the original I was brand new to KHR and wanted to jump right into the Canon storyline only to realize that a semi SI wouldn't have stood aside as Tsuna got called Dame and was bullied. The more I thought about what would have happened before Canon started the more I realized I had to rewrite the story to include Rin growing up. So, I've been plotting and going back and forth in what to write, which is why this has taken so long. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the rewrite and I know for the old version some people thought Rin was changing too much. The thing you have to remember about Rin though is that she knows almost nothing about KHR. Rin is what I consider a semi-SI because I based her on myself but for everything she does I ask myself how would I react in that situation if I didn't know KHR. Now all Rin knows is what Mari and Anxo let slip while Nora/Rin was dead, please remember that when reading.

Prologue

I woke up to silence.

Laying on my side, my eyes opened and I was staring at my clock, the numbers 03:47 staring back at me. First, I noticed that I didn't hear anything from outside, no cars, dogs, or people which was pretty strange considering the fact that I live on one of the main streets in my city. Sitting up I notice the lack of music playing from my computer, I usually have something playing while I fall asleep. Shifting over I get out of bed and make my way over to my desk, I can see that the green light around the power button is on but I can't hear the usual hum that accompanies a running computer. Sighing, I thought that something must be broken.

It took a second, maybe two, before I realized that I couldn't hear anything. Not the computer, or the music that should be playing, worst of all I didn't even hear myself. I sighed again, still unable to hear my own breath. I frantically ran my fingers over my ears and I couldn't even hear the sound of them brushing across my skin. There was absolutely no sound and for the first time in my life I was surrounded by absolute silence.

Nothing was more frightening, nothing.

Maybe something was just wrong with my ears? Maybe I had lost the rest of my hearing? Ever since learning that I was deaf in one ear as a child, that had been a very large fear of mine. So, I raised my right hand, intending to touch the computer and feel if it was running, but as my hand came up to the light I froze. Horror, it spread through me not from my toes, my stomach, or my chest. No, I first felt it in my throat, which tightened, and then it felt like lightening racing through my body. I rushed away from the computer but it was already too late, the image of the light going through my hand so perfectly that I could see the power button it came from, felt like it was now branded on my brain forever.

I spun away from the familiar green light that was now doing nothing but making me feel sick. I stumbled on the way to the light switch by my bed, the darkness was too much and I hoped that in the light this nightmare would end. What I saw destroyed that small flicker of hope, you see, there laying on my bed, was me.

There I was curled up in my green comforter with one leg uncovered and hanging off the side of the bed. Morbid curiosity drew me closer until I was able to see my own face. There was red staining my light green sheets, my wavy brown hair matted with blood, and a hole in the temple of my head.

No.

That was the only word that made it out of the screaming denial blasting through my mind. I wasn't, I couldn't be, just no.

Refusing to face what laid in front of me I ran. Turning I raced from my room but instead of ending up in my hallway I now found myself in a large empty white room. At the same time sound came back to me in the worst way, loud screaming assaulted my ears even as I looked backwards to see if my, my room was still there.

The horrible fear filled shrieking was still hurting my ears and it took a while before I figured out that I was the one screaming. That I was the one that sounded like a murder victim. That thought startled me and my screams stopped, only to be followed by quiet laughter which quickly turned into sobs as I fell to my knees. God, if what I just saw was true, I was a murder victim. Staring at the floor of that white room I cried until I ran out of tears and then I was just quiet as I kept looking down.

"If you're quite done, I do have a lot of work to do so if we could hurry this along?"

Slowly my head lifted up and I saw a large but simple wooden desk. Seated at it was either a beautiful man or woman, I couldn't tell, they were staring at me with their hands folded, and raised up as they leaned forward slightly.

"What, what's happening?" I asked, my voice sounding defeated even to myself.

"It already happened actually. You see, you've died and now I'm here to process your afterlife. If you'll hurry up, I'd like to get to work. I do have other cases that need processing." The stranger said.

That, is how I found out about my own death. All I have to say, at the moment, is that at least I was asleep for the dying part.

END PROLOGUE