Dying didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. The details were fuzzy but I remember a gun to my head, a loud bang, falling to the ground and then having it all go white. I remember falling for an unprecedented amount of time, thinking about my life. How short it had been, how much I hadn't done and about my family. Would they care that I was gone? Most likely not, in the end they would milk my death for all it was worth.
I started to wonder about my killer… He seemed familiar, but I didn't know him, that I was sure of. I didn't get the clearest look at his face and we had been in an alley. I wondered what he wanted with me? Probably just my money or maybe… It disgusted me to think that could be happening to my body right now in such a vile place.
I began to wonder, what happened after you died? Where did you go? Or was this it? This endless falling, was that it? I hoped not, even if this felt very liberating.
I looked around, up and down. There was no earth and no one else, just clear blue sky and a warm feeling in my chest. Too warm, I realized. It was burning.
My body felt like it was burning, like it was I was being ripped in two. You can stop the falling you know. The burning subsided but the warmth didn't and I started to float. My feet didn't feel the ground but I could be almost certain I was still. That's because the realm of the dead is different from the world of the living. I looked around and stopped when I saw a white wolf with a yellow and brown eye.
My eyes.
I started to back away when there was a musical laugh, "She's not going to hurt you you know. You're the same person, besides; you don't need to eat in the afterlife." The accent was Arabic and I was about to reply when the burning started again. It was worse this time and while I screamed in pain the woman laughed, "You can't feel pain here, you only think you can. Try to stop thinking about the warmth."
Like that was easy, it was encasing me! I tried anyway and slowly the pain waded away along with the burning and the warmth. I looked over to the wolf and standing next to her was an Arabic woman. To say she was beautiful was an understatement. Her brown hair was short like a boy's but her barely noticeable bust, her big green eyes and the air of femininity around her gave her away.
"My name is Felicia; it's nice to meet you." The woman grinned. I recognized the voice, it was the woman who had spoken earlier! Not that it took much to figure that out since she was the only Arabic woman for miles.
"Where did you come from?" I asked. Felicia smirked.
"From you." My eyebrows furrowed and she grinned at my response. The warmth came back and I shoo'ed it away with ease. But it came back with the burning pain when I saw what was happening to my body. Something was coming out of me. It was like something off a horror movie. I didn't want to look but I looked anyway.
"Wonderful, we finally get a say in what happens to our soul and the one who gets the main body is her! It's not fair! Not fair at all!" A voice came from the thing that was coming off my side.
Felicia laughed, "That's Gwen. Don't mind her; she's spoiled as can be. Grew up well loved and privileged, unlike most of us here." The brown haired woman seemed to grow solemn at the last part.
When Gwen's body formed she walked away from me and I finally placed her accent, German, "Oh yes, let's make fun of the privileged! Why don't we make fun of her for being the host body? That's a privilege!" Felicia ignored the blond woman and the wolf sighed at the two of them.
You know the only reason none of us can is because big brother Giotto wanted her to do it because she would be the best for the job. You have to remember that this is his descendent.
"But why!?" Gwen screamed.
I shirked away from her and backed into someone who wrapped their arms around me, "Because she has the least amount of knowledge about the art of killing. It gives her room to learn and improve. Every single one of us knows a lot except her. We won't be able to adapt to the different kinds of fighting styles each one of us has properly, but she can due to her lack of experience and she can meld them together if she has time. Besides, she has the most knowledge of modern day technology and will blend the most in to modern day society."
I squirmed away from the man and turned around to look at him. I was surprised to see how much he looked like me. I had noticed similarities between all of us but he looked like a mesh of almost all of us: Felicia's eyes, Gwen's Hair, my lean build and slight tan skin and the wolf's muscles. (Although I don't think the last one counts…)
Now that I thought about it I shared things with everyone here too: the wolf's eyes, Felicia's hair color and Gwen's oversized bust; don't forget the things I already mentioned that Giotto and I share. It was strange I hadn't noticed all our similarities.
"So then, I suppose I should tell you what's going on since you look so confused," Giotto laughed. Gwen had made a snide comment but I decided not to listen to her, "First of all, you have died. Everyone here is a past life this soul of ours has had. We, including you, are just alternate personalities of the same soul. Now, thanks to some weird twist of fate we have been given a chance that not all our parallel dimensions will get. One of us will be given a second chance at life and everyone else will slowly become unlocked through events in your life and you can use us for guidance. Since it is my descendent that we are being reborn into I have made the choice that you will be the personality to go into the body."
"With every one of us you unlock you'll be able to use our abilities. If you practice I'm sure you could even learn to mesh them into one and create a new fighting style. Not only that but most of us have tried to learn the fighting styles of the others, animal or not, I'm sure you could learn a bit from whoever you unlock first." Felicia cut in.
"Yes. I'm sure she could. But I doubt she'd have much time for that if she's going to be the next boss of the Vongola Family. Good luck Vongola Decimo." Giotto waved me and before I knew it I was falling again.
I was taken aback by the things he told me, but at least I could understand it. I had died, I was being reborn, they would help me out eventually if I could unlock them, and if I did I would gain new abilities, and most importantly... I was going to be dame-Tsuna? Well damn... I am so dead... or possessed...or whatever could possibly happen (Like rape?). At least I had read some KHR so I knew who I was going to be. Good thing that I recognized the name Vongola.
I began feel my body getting smaller, soon I was new born size. My clothes had shrunk with me but they were now dissolving away. It was dark now and I was in a tunnel. I didn't know where it went but I was pretty sure I was being born now. There was a light at the end and I reached for it. When I was out of the tunnel I was in the hands of a doctor and all sticky... Not the best way to come into the world I realized, but hey, everyone was doing it.
The doctor handed me to a woman, Nana, and went to talk to a, Iemitsu. Nana looked at me adoringly snuggling me like a mother would. Then again she was my mother I suppose and Iemitsu was my Dad now (A scary thought). My Dad walked over to us and looked at me proudly, "私の新しい娘、沢田綱吉、あなたの新しい人生への歓迎" he told me. I had no idea what he said. This kind of ruined the Moment for me, but hey, I was alive again.
We only spent 2 weeks in the hospital. Everyday slightly awkward for me due to the fact I needed...Well you know, breast feeding. I never would have done it if my survival didn't depend on it. One thing I found out was that I was still a girl. Truthfully I kind of hoped I was a boy, only because male is what 98% of KHR characters are and that makes some pretty awkward situations when you're a girl, if you know what I mean. Well now 97.99999999999% are male anyway. Tsuna wasn't much of a man though so….
When we got to my new home it was a lot bigger than the one in the anime/manga, like 2-3 times bigger. I mean, if you look at the drawing to actual size ratio it should look pretty small but it was pretty big. 5 bed rooms, 2 bathrooms, kitchen/dining room, living room, basement, attic, 2 lounging rooms and a laundry room. Hell, compared to what I though it would look like it was HUGE!
Over the next few months Mom never left me alone for more than a few seconds, unless I was with Dad who was really clingy and loved to play (very scary the first few throws up into the air until I realized he wouldn't drop me, but then he did drop me).
The Japanese language was only slightly difficult to learn, but being an English/French speaking Otaku probably had something to do with that. My parents were so happy when I first spoke; Dad nearly crushed me in embrace. Probably because my first word was 'father', I wish it had been 'mother'.
I tried to regain motor skills when I was 1 and that, I'm unashamed to say, was extremely difficult. Legs and walking when you haven't walked in about a year? You try it and say it was easy!
My parent's attention to me didn't change at all and I was kind of glad. They were wonderful parents, which was something I was unfamiliar with. My parents back in my last life had only started to really pay attention to me when they figured out they could make money off me through various competitions from beauty to brains and the occasional pick pocketing. For once I really felt loved, I liked it.
I also LOVED the fact I didn't have to breast feed anymore!
At 2 when I practiced talking more, Dad said he had to leave for work a lot. He was gone 2-5 weeks at a time. I remembered his job as the external adviser and hoped, he would always return safely and without bringing trouble home. He wasn't the brightest light bulb in the box or the greatest parent around, but he was still my Dad.
When Dad was home he took me out and taught me more about the language, or played with me or took me on runs. I loved him like a Dad more or less, just like I loved Mom like a Mom, they were my family and I wanted to keep that feeling in my heart always... god I'm such a wuss or, as someone I hope to know says, "Herbivore".
3 was more child basics: using the toiled, manners, practice on walking/speech etc. (Pretty boring actually). Dad left for work more often, and for longer periods of time. It made me sad and in order to make up for it he always brought back souvenirs. The collection of things he got me and Mom was rather large and I made it a habit to use/wear everything he got me. When he brought back cruising from other places we always ate it no matter how weird it looked, smelled or sounded. Most of it tasted pretty good, the rest of it I threw up.
The summer of when I was 4 was when I met Nono. The old man quickly became like a grandfather to me and a person who could help me with Italian. So I persuaded the man to teach me, it came easier than Japanese (which I think had something to do with my last life's natural ability to talk in French). When Dad learned Nono had taught me some Italian he made sure the language stuck with me and I practiced with Dad when Nono left.
When Dad was gone I practiced with myself and showed Mom how much I knew. She was proud and happy; apparently she also spoke it so she taught me as well. Having 3 good teachers is great when you're a child, but when they are also family you love, it tends to stick better then what you learn in school.
Year 4 was also when I met Giotto again. To be honest I had hoped I'd get to see Felicia first, but I liked the time I spent with Giotto. He taught me a lot in the short amount of time we had together, like Felicia's fighting stance (But he wasn't good at it and tried to get me to learn his fighting style. I refused to because when he showed me his I knew it would take a lot of strength I didn't have).
Nono had cut our time together short though, sealing Giotto somewhere deep within my subconscious after a rather unfortunate incident with a small local Chihuahua. Not that it was my fault, it was just that Giotto had got annoyed with it and told me to do something and Nono saw it and…Long story short there's now a burnt, naked Chihuahua running around. Thankfully Nono never told Dad.
Year 5 nothing really happened...Ya just a boring year nothing interesting learned it all early so there was nothing I could do appropriate for my age, besides practice, practice, practice (English and French were fun to practice in secret, but I had no idea if I was doing it correctly, same with Felicia's stance)...Well, not true, I met some people while Dad was away, but I can't remember who. Mom says I took a tumble down the stairs and hit my head so I couldn't remember, but I don't believe her for some reason…
DOOM year (year 6), Yeah I start school. To make things worse, I started 3 weeks late. Grandpa (Nono) took me and Mom to Italy and we had to stay there longer due to a few things, aka, Vongola was under attack and we couldn't be evacuated. Dad told Mom it was due to war (to be honest I think she suspected something).
The only good part about that was that I never once ran into Xanxus. He didn't see me but I saw him, so I could always avoid him (Even as a child Xanxus was scary, but strangely cute). When Mom and I got home finally I had to stay home for a week to help clean and so Mom could sign me up for school.
When I finally got there I had to introduce myself like a new student (Rather humiliating)! I met Kyoko and Hana though, so they made me feel like I was normal. I liked them as friends. I also managed to make aquatints with Ryo-Nii-san and Hibari-san (who even at this age still calls people herbivores). Hibari-San whacked me on the head when I met him, when I whacked him back he was surprised and made me one of his personal stress relievers.
There was nothing good about it.
Ryo-Nii-san was like an older brother to me but always made me do 'extreme' training with him. It gave me stamina and improved my running, help for running from Hibari-san, useful but annoying.
Well, grade one year 7, I AM LEARNING HOW TO WRITE! Not that I don't know how to write, just not in Japanese. Beatings from Hibari were more frequent due to the fact we went to the same school. Ryo-Nii saved me from him many time, and apparently they were in the same class.
Hana and Kyoko came over to my house for the first time during this year. Dad wasn't there; he was almost never home now so I really stopped caring whether or not he was there. If anything I think I resented him a bit because of it. My last father had left before I was born, and while he had tried to be there it only was because he could milk our relationship for money. While this father couldn't (wouldn't) it made me feel like he was abandoning me a bit, at the time it didn't seem important.
They (Kyoko & Hana) liked my house and we hung out more often after school now because our parents liked to talk to each other. Sadly, Hibari and his parents were also into this. Thank god for Ryo-Nii who distracted him with his 'extreme male bonding'. Ah ha ha ha (it really was quiet humorous, boxing, bloody noses, tonfas, COD, anything that was a contest really. There was this one time they did karaoke and Kyoko, Hana and I judged, let's just say that Ryo-Nii- is one hell of an opera singer and Hibari knows his Vocaloid).
This year also came with a new friend, Taka, a trustworthy friend who always kept me going. Taka is a hawk, sort of, he can change into a human, but none the less he's a great friend. I found him on the street half dead and nursed him back to health. Taka told me he was from Arabia, brought to Japan by poachers. He escaped but was injured. Then you know the rest. I told Taka about my past lives because I thought we were similar. When I told Taka about Felicia he offered to teach me Arabic, I agreed.
Grade 2 year 8, things haven't changed so much this year, except Mom put me in a music class. I can now play the violin(Just like Felicia from what I remember Giotto telling me about everyone)! Mom loves to hear me play, so does Dad (when he's here) and Taka. No one besides them knows I play though so that makes me a little sad. But aside from that nothing new, Hibari still beats me, Ryo-Nii still extremely trains with me, Kyoko and Hana are still nice and we all still go to each other's house so our parents can talk. I like this slow pace, it nice and calming.
Grade 3, year 9. Years caught up to me and lots of things happened. I had my first kiss, STOLEN! God damn you pervert Hibari! Hana also had her first kiss, though accidental, with Ryo-Nii (Unless it was part of one of their Male bonding contests to see who would get kissed first, if it was then Ryo-Nii won). BUT STILL! God damn why? Why did my parents have to send me and him up to my room alone? Together! I mean he told me I now belong to him... And it wasn't in the sweet 'I make fan girls have orgasms' way... More like the 'If I catch you with anyone else who I do not know and approve of I will kill them and beat you, oh and I OWN YOU!' Way if you know what I mean...
Not all that happened. Me, Mom, Dad, Hibari and his parents, Kyoko, Ryo-Nii and their parents went on a group trip to Rome, and I got lost. I don't know how long I wondered but it soon got dark and I was alone in an alley. I was scared with good reason. I had died in an alley. But I had to be fearless.
That's the spirit girl! I heard someone say. It took me a minute to realize who it was, the wolf. There was the warmth of the underworld with her and just like when Giotto had appeared before me I started to glow. Then the burn came. It didn't last long but I could see the smoke coming off me.
I knew where to go to find my parents. I could smell them. So this is what they had meant by being able to use their abilities. I could use the wolf's natural senses like they were my own. I have a name you know! It's Lupa. I smiled at Lupa's ghostly form. I stood there for a moment and was about leave when I realized there was breathing in the ally. I froze and my last life flashed in front of me, most importantly, my death.
I turned to where I could hear breathing, behind me. There stood an 8 year old boy with spiky greenish hair and glasses. He was smiling like he had found something he wanted; I growled at him and laid my ears flat against my skull. Then it clicked ears? And girls didn't growl. Before I could do anything more I was shot with a dart in the neck. When I woke up I was in a cell. Plain with only a bed and a sink.
It took a few minutes for me to remember what happened; when I did I reached up to my neck, nothing there. Next I reached up to the top of my head, to my horror a pair of dog ears. I reached down to my but, a tail. What the hell?
Before I could react the door creaked open reveling the ten-year-old from the ally standing there looking at me. I glared instinctively at him and he just laughed it off. He walked in closing the door behind him, so much for escape. I noticed him holding a needle and before I could do anything he stabbed me in the arm. I really hated how weak I was. He pulled out the needle getting what he needed, a blood sample.
It took me 4 months before I got away, it seemed like years, but not without experiencing severe testing, learning a few things about Verde (As he had told me) and learning how to control my weird wolf abilities from Lupa and Verde. I ran straight for grandpa.
When grandpa saw me he was speechless and I hugged him crying. He never let me out of his sight and contacted my Dad immediately, who was there in 6 hours. When I saw him I was crying again. I hugged him and didn't want to let go. He never asked what happened because he knew how much I would hurt. Hell if I talked about it I was sure I would start crying again.
We went home that night. I curled up against him and fell asleep on the plain and woke up at home in my Mom and Dad's bed with them and Taka (Whom I told about Lupa and the various experimentations) sleeping on the dresser in the room. They waited another week before enrolling me back in school. Every one of my friends was really happy to see my alive and well. I was really glad to be back.
When Hibari saw me he did a few things in this order 1. Hit me on the head hard 2. Hug me tightly like he didn't want let go 3. Gave me a kiss and 4. Dragged me around for the rest of the day.
Grade 4 year 10. I was a lot more restricted on where I could go. I couldn't blame them what with the hole me disappearing for 4 months. Hibari's Mom died in an accident we all went to her funeral. Hibari looked like he was going to cry, his Dad wasn't even there! I had decided to stay really close to him at the funeral (which was a good idea because he was in a really bad mood and the only one he didn't hit was me).
However even after the funeral he never stopped beating me... and god damn kissing me! Ryo-Nii and his extreme training helped a lot with getting my mind off things. Kyoko and Hana were really supportive of me and that also helped. Taka never left me, not even at school; He was always outside a window.
Grade 5 year 11. I'm finally over my trauma and I'm more into using my wolf abilities, including changing into one. Dad left for a journey, but Mom told me he became a star...So not buying it.
I haven't seen much of Hibari but he's out there. How do I know this? He always beats up people who get to close to me minus Ryo-Nii, Kyoko, Hana, Mom and Taka, though he doesn't like Taka at all. Ryo-Nii is now more focused on boxing which is good in the sense I don't have to train as much (try at all). Kyoko has guys eyeing her now and they don't even know her! It just because she's cute. I wish I could warn her of the dangers of men... (Lupa has given me advice on how to do that but…)
Grade 6 year 12. Last year of elementary! Ryo-Nii and Hibari are now in middle school. Hibari is now head of the disciplinary committee so I hardly see him. Ryo-Nii is running the boxing club, he's always so extreme... Hana and Kyoko are excited to be going to middle school soon and so am I. The only thing I worry about is what happens next because next year I meet him and whoever he brings with him.
I've been so caught up in the drama of my life that I can hardly even remember most of the KHR characters... Lupa says it won't matter because I'm a strong young woman who can handle anything thrown at her. I don't believe her because she doesn't know how most of them act (I think over 50% of them have tried to kill Tsuna or have aided others who have, and therefore over 50% of them will try to kill me or aid my enemies).
Grade 7 year 13. Alright you're now caught up to my present life. I am Sawada Tsunayoshi and I am now going to middle school... These are going to be the most hectic years of my life!
OH DEAR GOD! I'M FINALLY DONE! Do not expect all chapters to be this long =.= . Next chapter we start the story line with Reborn and I'm looking forward to seeing this work... Oh if you want to see certain pairings I can fit them in, Yaoi or Yuri (so reluctant to say Yuri but I stand by it) Hell even regular stuff. I'll consider everything because Tsuna's life is not written in stone now and she's not a wuss! Rate and review! Lol oh almost forgot.
Disclaimer: Vienna does not own KHR. If she did it wouldn't be so popular
Edit: As you know, I wrote the series A New Life. However, it got deleted. So I'm re-writing some of it to make more sense and to make it sound better. I don't know how long it will take to re-post and re-write all of the chapters but I know there will be some noticeable changes and that previous author's corners will not be significantly changed. I hope you enjoy the changes I'll be making!
Bye Bye Now~