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First Person POV
RING
Switching off my alarm clock, I woke up. I groaned and got off the bed, walking towards the bathroom. On my way, I stopped in front of a mirror. In it I saw a reflection of a tall, slender girl. She had raven, mid-back length hair that was slightly curly and deep,dark blue eyes. She wore a white t-shirt and shorts that accentuated her curves(they were above average, after all.) I sighed, shaking my head. I stopped by my closet and took out my daily attire(binding my chest- it was so much easier to fight that way- ,a strap around my left thigh, and my favourite boots) by habit, then a new uniform. 'A new school...' I stared at it. 'Namimori, huh.'
Third person POV
"Alright class, sit down!"
The students rushed to their seats, greeted the teacher then sat down. Attendance was taken, then the teacher spoke.
"Everyone, we have a new student. She transferred from Italy, though she was born in Japan." Whispers of excitement erupted among the students.
"Okay, okay, calm down! Kirihito-san, please come in."
First person POV
I waited outside as I listened in on whatever that was happening inside at the moment. I adjusted myself as I thought about this new environment.
"Kirihito-san, please come in."
At my cue, I slid the door open, walking in. My teacher nodded at me, a signal to introduce myself. I turned around to face the class. "Kirihito Sayuki. I'm 16, but have been lowered a few grades because of not attending school for a few years. 3 quarters Japanese, 1 Quarter Italian. I've lived in Italy, but I am quite familiar with Japan. Any questions?"
Many whispers erupted and a few hands shot up.
"She's so pretty!"
"Wow, so calm and dignified!"
"It's like her eyes stare into your soul..."
I rolled my eyes internally. 'I can hear you, idiots.' I picked a random girl. She asked "Do you speak Italian?"
"No, non sto parlando del tutto adesso." (No, I'm totally not speaking it right now.)
More whispers. I sighed, then heard a snort. I searched for the noise, and found a silver-haired guy. 'Italian. He knew what I was saying.' When he caught me staring at him, he glared at me. 'Ohhh... we got a fierce kitty-cat here'. I saw that there were three of them in a group in the class. The silver kitty, a brown-gravity-defying-haired one(trying to calm the little kitty down) and a black haired one that was always smiling. Interesting.'
"Kirihito-san, please sit down-"
I waved my hand lazily and cut him off. I walked forwards, to the student sitting behind the brown-haired one. I stared at the random student straight in the eyes, him sweating bullets. "This seat. Mine. Off. Now." He scrambled off his seat, tripping once or twice along the process. I flopped unceremoniously onto the seat and lay back. Everyone stared at me. "What?" They turned away immediately as the teacher started to speak.
"I have some business to do, so you're free to do whatever you like. Just keep it down." With that, he left the class.
Everyone swarmed around me like a flock of birds. I glared at them, forcing them to go back to their seats. They eventually obliged, though I still felt their stares on my back. I sighed, sliding even further down my chair, rubbing my temples. 'The screaming baby on the flight here was torturous enough... now I have fanboys.'
"Em, K-Kirihito-san, are you alright?"
I opened my eyes halfway, to see the three heads that I noted on before seated around my table. "Yeah, just peachy... Names, please?"
"Yamamoto Takeshi! Ahaha!" I see the black-haired one grinning at me. I managed to ease out a small smile back.
"Tch. Gokudera Hayato." The kitty-cat looked annoyed. 'I take that as an insult, you mop-head.' "Well, I think you should stop smoking, its bad for your health. At this rate, your lungs are gonna rot, therefore, you'll die. Not gonna comment on the dynamites, I'm cool with them." "How did you-" "I could smell them from outside the class."
The brown-haired guy squeaked. "HIEEE! S-Sawada Tsunayoshi!" I grinned at him, ruffling his hair. "HIEEEE!"
Gokudera instantly turned hostile towards me, pulling out his dynamites. "Don't touch the Tenth!" I stayed calm(more like half-asleep), switching to Italian.
"Hey ora, non mi vuoi chiamare tua sorella qui, vero?" (Hey now, you don't want me calling your sister here, do you?)
He flinched at that and kept his dynamites. "Thank you." I smirked at him.
I turned towards the other two, who just looked plain confused at what just happened. I waved them off, "It's nothing for you two~ Nothing at all~", guessing their thoughts by reading their emotions.
Tsuna's expression turned absolutely horrified and opened his mouth to speak. Again, I cut him off. "I can't read minds. I would like to meet this Reborn, then, whoever he is."
I smirked again when he turned more horrified, if possible. "HIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
~Time skip to lunch~
"Urgh..."
I stretched, scrunching my face up the relaxing. I was on the roof, and nobody was here. 'Thank god...' I took out my earphones, plugging them into my phone. I picked a song, sat down, and tried to sleep.
Keyword: TRIED.
"Herbivore, what are you doing here?"
I sat up and woke up fully. "Trying to sleep." His voice was cutting-edge material. 'Nice tone there.'
"Students are forbidden to come up here."
"I don't see that in the rule book."
"Get off the roof."
"No." With that, he whipped out a pair of tonfas. He charged at me, and I dodged a blow that was aimed for my face, clearly sensing the danger.
I swung my leg out to kick him, but he dodged as I whipped out my own weapon. Two blades.
"The only one that is allowed to bring weapons to school is me. For violation of school rules, I will bite you to death."
"That could make you sound like a pervert, you know, but by that murderous look on your face-" I dodged another blow.
"-I guess you aren't that type."
I swung out my foot to kick him, but he easily dodged, lunging for my face straight after.
Drip.
I touched my left arm, blood staining my fingers from a small scratch. I licked the blood off, smirking.
'Time to get serious.' I smirked even wider.
"Let's begin."
We lunged at each other.
In the middle of the fight, I felt someone staring at us. I quickly flipped over to get a clear view. True enough, there was a baby wearing a fedora sitting on a branch of a tree. I was almost certain he was smirking. 'And I'm not gonna even question why its a baby. The world is just like that after all.'
I snapped back to reality, closely dodging a fatal blow to my head. I led us to the edge of the roof to get a better view of the baby. I spoke. "Hey, did you notice a baby- not gonna question- sitting on the branch of that tree over on your 3 o' clock?" My opponent glanced in the reflection of my blades, his eyes sparking in recognition but he did not show it. "Hn." was all he ever replied.
I decided to go with my instinct. 'He knows that person, its fine then.' Even though it looked as if he were attacking me to kill, I knew that he would not actually kill me. Just leave me fatally injured. I felt somewhat safe but not-safe at the same time being with my opponent. I felt safe because I knew he ran on animal instinct and I could trust my judgement based on that. The not-safe part being that he could and probably would attack me any time.
But I could clearly smell gunpowder on the baby. I didn't know whether or not to trust the baby or not.
"Concentrate." A deep voice interrupted my thoughts. I avoided another blow AGAIN, but this time it nicked my cheek. I repaid him by cutting his arms. Both of us now had an equal amount of scars. We had been fighting for quite a long time now. I heard the school bell ring. "Can we stop now? Its the end of school."
"Hn." He just continued attacking me, forcing us to continue fighting.
Suddenly I jerked back. 'A bullet.' I casually avoided other bullets while my opponent just deflected them with his tonfas. An idea sparked in my head an I pulled out my phone, pressing a few buttons. A song started to play as I dodged the bullets. I synced with the song and sped it up(it was too slow) and started to dance, the bullets having the same idea. Excellent marksman, whoever that was. 'Probably the baby but whatever. Now's the time to enjoy myself.'
My former opponent had stopped attacking, choosing to watch me.
But she could bite down, said it
Makes your heart pound steady
Cause we're rollin' with the dead now
Rollin' with the dead now
Bite quick, and it makes your heart skip, steady
Cause we're rollin' with the dead now
Rollin' with the dead now
I danced along, the song blasting at full volume. My feet never stopped moving, in fact my whole body didn't. It was a freestyle dance, just me trusting my body to do whatever it wanted.
Why don't you come down, I, I just wanted to feel
You're tearing into my skin, and that's just part of the deal
And when the hit drops, hit, kick, pulse, stop. stop.
I take a breath to keep from moving,
Take a breath til I'm not
My feet left the ground as soon as it touched it, the bullets always landing immediately after. I didn't mind- an exhilarating dance was what I really needed.
I don't know, I, I don't know who she is
I don't care, I, I do whatever she says
I don't know, I, I don't know who she is
I don't care, I, I do whatever she says
The bullets started speeding up, my feet were moving faster. Actually, not only my feet, my hands too. I had to flip over and land on my hands a few times, but it added more flair to the dance. I danced for a few more minutes, occasionally adding my blades into my dance. The song eventually neared its ending.
Bite down. Bite down, said it
Makes your heart pound steady
Cause we're rollin' with the dead now
Rollin' with the dead now
Bite quick, and it makes your heart skip, steady
Cause we're rollin' with the dead now
Rollin' with the dead now.
I did a backflip, touching the ground with my hand to add an extra jump, then finished off with throwing both my blades at where I thought the gunman was. The thick sound of my blades hitting concrete told me that I obviously did not hit my target. I turned back to my former opponent, happiness dancing in my eyes. "So, how was it?"
"Hn."
"Oh, I never got your name. Mine's Kirihito Sayuki, by the way. Thanks, a fight was what I really needed!"
"...Hibari Kyoya."
I heard a rustle behind me. I summoned my weapons back, turning around sharply to face the perpetrator. It was the baby from before. He had really curly sideburns, wore a yellow pacifier around his neck, and a chameleon was perched on his shoulder.
"Hn. Baby."
"Thanks for the bullet dance earlier, that was awesome!"
"Ciaossu. I am Reborn."
"Oh, you're the one that Tsuna and the others were talking about!"
"Really? What did they say?"
"They said- well, not exactly said- I read their thoughts- that I was alike to you."
"Hm. I have a question to ask you."
A chirp of a bird interrupted our conversation. I looked to Hibari and saw a yellow puff that was a bird flying around him. "Hibari! Hibari!"
"Aw, its so cute!" The bird flew over to me, and landing on my awaiting hand. "Sayuki! Sayuki!" It chirped and I laughed at it. "What's its name?" I asked Hibari.
"Hibird."
I giggled, petting Hibird on its head. "What a cute name for such a cute bird! It's like a little puffball!"
I turned back to Reborn, letting Hibird fly away to nestle in Hibari's hair. "Sorry about that, what question?"
"Well, I was going to ask-"
The door slammed open.
"HIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! REBORN! HIBARI-SAN! KIRIHITO-SAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
"Kirihito Sayuki, join the Vongola."
"HIEEEE! REBORN! You can't just ask Kirihito-san to join randomly!"
"Yeah, sure why not?"
"Alright, Kirihito Sayuki. Welcome to our famiglia."
"Yay~"
"HIEEEEE!"
So how was it? This is my first fanfiction, so please leave a review to tell me what you thought about it! Also, I'm sorry if the characters are OOC, I only read the manga(still got obsessed with it), so I don't know their exact attitude. What do you think about Sayuki? She may or may not be a bit mood-swingy... heheh...
-The song that Sayuki danced to in this chapter was Rollin' With The Dead by Go Periscope.-
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