Summary: Freedom was not a right, but a gods given gift. That was how Roksana Volkov, a Russian born transfer student, saw life. So when she encounters rules and orders, her natural response is to rebel. But she may just have what it takes to blaze through the mafia world. If only she would listen to orders.

Kyandi: Howdy there everyone! I'm Kyandi Akatensei!

Roksana: She'll probably insist you call her Kyandi-sama.

Kyandi: Only you have to call me that.

Roksana:...I refuse.

Kyandi: Of course you do. Anyway, I'm getting side tracked! A friend of mine, when I asked her what fandom she wanted a story for as a graduation gift, directed me to this awesome manga/anime. Of course, after I wrote the one-shot for her, I had to write a full length project.

Roksana: Even though she has like eighteen other works in progress.

Kyandi: I can manage them!

Roksana: If you say so. You know your limits better than me.

Kyandi: Damn skippy, I do! Now, as I was saying...I really appreciate praise or compliments, anything to boost my low confidence, and constructive criticism is always welcomed. I do learn from my lovely readers. Or...I try to. But please, if you feel the need to flame me...walk away. Walk away right now. I don't want to be rude, but I cannot stand flames. As my momma always told me, "If you don't have something nice or helpful to say, don't say anything at all".

Roksana: Good Golden Rule, there.

Kyandi: I know, right? So now that that's out of the way, everyone please enjoy and review.

Roksana: Kyandi-sama does not own Katekyo Hitman REBORN!

Chapter 1 Rebellion

Another morning...another explosion.

These days, it seemed that Tsuna's day wasn't complete without something blowing up or going wrong. The price of living with Reborn, it seemed. If it wasn't Lambo's failed attempts to kill Reborn, it was Bianchi's Poison Cooking making someone sick. How Yamamoto still thought this was all a game was beyond Tsuna.

Tsuna got off to school, dealt with Haru, and met up with Yamamoto and Gokudera for class. They knew something was up before they ever entered the classroom. The students were all in an uproar, chattering to each other with excitement. Kyoko came running up to Tsuna the moment he entered the room and she looked to be just as excited as the rest of the students in the classroom.

"Tsuna-kun!" she called.

"Good morning, Kyoko-chan. What's going on?" Tsuna asked.

"Yeah. Why's everyone so excited?" Yamamoto asked.

"We're getting a new transfer student today!" Kyoko said with excitement.

"A new transfer student?" Tsuna repeated.

The last transfer student they had gotten had been Gokudera and that had ended up with both Tsuna and Gokudera almost getting blown up and Tsuna gaining a subordinate that he didn't even want. He hoped this one wasn't another one of Reborn's recruited hitmen come to "test" his strength. After his run in with Hibari in the reception room not too long before, he didn't think he could take another so called test.

Before Kyoko could tell them anymore about the new student, though, the teacher called the class to their seats. Once everyone was seated, the teacher cleared his throat.

"We have a new transfer student today, coming to us all the way from Russia." the teacher said, gesturing for someone outside the classroom to come inside.

The door slid fully open and in walked one of the prettiest girls Tsuna had ever seen. Second to Kyoko, of course. She stood about an inch, maybe two, taller than him at five foot, five and had a full, mature figure. Her face was heart shaped with full, pink lips, a small nose, and eyes currently hidden behind sunglasses. Her skin was a fair porcelain, her hair long, a pale silver-blonde, and fluffy looking. If flowed out around her, curling around her body all the way to her waist. Her bangs swept across her forehead, parted to the left, and chin length forelocks clung to her cheeks.

She had a rebellious air about her. She wore her uniform skirt too short, had the first two buttons of her shirt undone, wore her bow loose, and wore white, thigh-high stockings in place of the school issued, black, knee-high socks. A simple, but elegant, silver cross hung from a thin, silver chain around her neck and a blood red ribbon was carefully tied around the slim column of her throat, the bow tied to the left. Four different earrings decorated her ears, drawing attention to them.

She was pretty, exotic, and just screamed foreigner.

"Class, this is Volkov Roksana-chan. Please treat her kindly." the teacher said.

Roksana bowed her head in greeting but not a word left her mouth. It was then, when the teacher turned to tell her where her seat was, that he saw the sunglasses on her face. He instantly reached out to take them, telling her she couldn't wear them, but was stopped when her hand shot up in a flash to swat his away. She didn't even seem to glance the teacher's way.

Though, with the sunglasses on, it was hard to tell.

She said something quickly to the teacher in heavily accented English, her voice coming out as a low and soft chime. The teacher must have understood what she said because he gulped, nodded, and lowered his hand. He gestured for her to take her seat.

Roksana gave him a bow of her head and turned to go to her seat. She ignored the whispering of the other students and took her seat by the windows looking out into the hall, instantly crossing her legs and leaning back in her seat. She never removed her sunglasses and never raised her head from her book. When the teacher called on her, she would answer without hesitation, her accent making her Japanese sound like a completely different language. She was still understandable. It just sounded different.

At lunch break, her desk was swarmed by students with lots of questions. "Where in Russia did you live?" and "Why did you move here?" and even more questions. Roksana didn't seem to mind all the questions, took it all in stride, and was actually rather cool about it.

"I lived in Moscow. Beautiful city...very cold." she said in answer to the first question, making the other students laugh. "I came to Japan because my mother loved Japan. I wanted to see what it was like. It's always good to learn from others in another culture. You never know what you might learn."

"Do you have any siblings, Volkov-chan?" one girl asked.

"Please, call me Roksana. And yes, I do. A baby brother, in fact. He's but a year old." Roksana answered.

She fielded off several more questions as she pulled a lollipop out of her pocket, unwrapped it, and stuck it in her mouth. She even got invited to join several others for lunch, but she turned them all down insisting that she would rather use the time to explore the campus. With that came offers to show her around, but she turned those down as well. She insisted that she needed to be able to get around on her own.

Tsuna just wondered if she was anti-social.

Roksana passed Tsuna, Gokudera, and Yamamoto as they were leaving the classroom. Tsuna wondered if she would be alright. There were a lot of things about her uniform that was against school rules. If Hibari saw her, she would face punishment.

Severe punishment of the likes she had probably never seen before.

But Roksana didn't seem to care about rules. She struted down the hall like everything was fine. In fact...she walked right past Hibari, not even bothering to pay him a lick of attention where others were clearing the way for him. She didn't even appear curious as to way everyone was scrambling in the opposite direction from him.

Hibari glanced after her, his eyes narrowing. Tsuna had a feeling that for her first day, Roksana was going to be in for one hell of a welcoming.

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When she had originally asked her father to live in Japan, she hadn't expected such a big change. She had studied the Japanese culture, had tried hard to make it were moving to the country wouldn't be a culture shock, but it still hadn't prepared her for the life of Japanese public schools. Of course, her father had offered to help her keep going about her education as she had been her whole life, but Roksana had wanted to try something new, go about her own way.

That had led her to Namimori.

It wasn't considered the most famous or the most highly scouted from among the schools in Japan, but after the strictly dictated life she had lived up until then, she would have taken a shoe box in the slumiest slums of Japan's back streets if she had the chance. Anything that would give her more exposure to other people her own age. She had spent too much time locked up with old people.

She had been pleasantly surprised to start at Namimori and be readily accepted in her class. Too many people back home had avoided her for one reason or another. It was nice to be accepted so quickly despite them not knowing a thing about her. So many questions had been asked of her that it had almost made her head spin. Most of the students in her class had been eager to help her in any way they could. After seeing the look on the boys' faces, she had a good idea on why they offered.

After the studies she had been facing back home, she found her class work to be familiar, if not easy. Except math. She hated math. It also tripped her up, no matter how hard she worked at it. It took studying three times as hard to get a decent grade in math. Something that had always brought her father's strictness down on her head.

Something that scared the pants off even grown men.

Of course, a few teachers-more like all of them-tried to give her a hard time about her sunglasses, and her dress style in general, but all it took was well phrased warning and the teachers seemed to back off pretty easily. Roksana had her reasons for the sunglasses and was happy enough to have them leave her alone about them. She figured, by how quickly the teachers backed down, that they probably had students that gave them a hard time, even bullied them.

As if to confirm that, at lunch, while she was exploring the school, she had seen several large, bulky students who all seemed to pretty much support the same, and in her opinions, ridiculous, hairstyle. She couldn't tell one from the others. Not that she cared too. All of them also seemed to be supporting the same pinned on badge. When she had seen them, they had been reporting to a guy who wore his jacket hanging from his shoulder, a badge pinned to the left arm that read "Disciplinary Committee" on it. That must mean those thug-looking boys were apart of the committee.

Which meant, sooner or later, Roksana would have a run in with them.

Oh well. If it happened, it happened. She wasn't going to sweat it and she sure as hell wasn't going to change anything about herself to appease others. She had done that for far too long and wasn't going to do it anymore. They could all, as she had once heard an American say, "Kiss her where the good Lord split her.". She was done compromising on her own life.

After school, she went exploring a little more since the lunch break hadn't been nearly long enough for her to cover the whole of the school. She wanted to checked out a few clubs and committees as well and what better time to do so than when they were meeting after school? She passed a few of her classmates along the way. One of them, she had heard, was called No-Good Tsuna for his failure at both grades and sports.

Seemed like a mean nickname to her, even if it was accurate. She had always been told that if she didn't have anything nice to say than she shouldn't say anything at all. Of course, that had been her mother who had told her that. Her father had always told her that if a person was being a useless idiot, than she needed to kick them to the curb.

One could easily count the amount of friends her father had on one hand.

She had been exploring some of the more deserted parts of the school when she had seen them and she could have sworn she saw a baby sitting on Tsuna's head. Tsuna and this two friends threw her worried looks as she headed past them, but she ignored it. Mostly because she really, honestly, could have sworn she saw that baby. But she had to be seeing things, surely. Who in their right mind would bring a baby to school?

Correction, what teenage boy would risk his reputation by bringing a baby to school?

She found out soon, why they had looked worried.

And boy did it piss her off.

She had been passing through some kind of meeting hall or something, when two members of what she was now calling the Ridiculous Haircut Club, stepped in front of her, blocking the doorway she had been heading for. A glance over her shoulder showed her that two more were blocking any backwards retreating she could make. So they were going to gang up on her, huh? Good thing her father had treated her like a son and had insisted on self defense classes. The only classes he had made her take that she had actually liked.

But to be fair, she gave them one warning.

"Move or regret it." she told them simply.

Which, of course, only earned her laughs of mocking. Why was it that guys thought girls couldn't take care of themselves? Just because she happened to be smaller than them and a girl didn't mean she didn't know how to place her foot in their groins. She had given them their warning and started forward, expecting them to do one of two things; move or attack.

Of course it was the latter.

The first boy that reached for her wasn't expecting her fast reflexes. Nor was he expecting the solid kick to his family jewels until she delivered it. He went down easily and the other three came at her. The advantage of being smaller than them was that she was not only lighter on her feet, but harder to catch. Something that boys seemed to conveniently seemed to forget up until they were on their knees clutching some aching and bruised body part.

If she thanked her father for anything then it was for him teaching her that sometimes...she had to play dirty to save her neck.

Playing dirty was what usually won her a fight and she had been in plenty in her life. Back in the community she had lived in, in Russia, one little difference and a person was picked on relentlessly.

Case in point...Roksana, herself.

Thanks to the low blows and the considerable size difference allowing her to easy evade them, she dealt with the four goons and had all four laid out rather quickly. She was not ashamed to admit that once they were down from a kick to the nuts, she had hit them when they were down. Literally. She had a powerful enough of a left hook to render them unconscious.

That was what they got for messing with her.

"Seems they were useless."

Roksana turned upon hearing the voice. It was somewhat cold and definitely uncaring. The type of voice that said the bearer didn't care one bit about the people they had just sent to get the crap beat out of them.

She turned, her eyes picking out the speaker. She instantly recognized him as the guy the other boys had reported to. He was still wearing his school blazer hanging from his shoulders and was watching her slight intrigued, and very annoyed, grey eyes. She didn't know what she had done to annoy him when she was pretty sure she had never spoken to him, but if he wanted to pick a fight with her then she sure as hell could end what he started.

Her eyes swept him from head to toe. His posture was relaxed, confident. He obviously thought highly of himself and his abilities, whatever they were. He wasn't bad looking, was actually kind of cute, but she was sure he scared off any girls that could possibly have an interest in him. Personally, she couldn't muster any fear. Not when she was already a little annoyed because of his goons.

"Can I help you?" she asked, turning to completely face him.

Out of the side of her eyes, she noted three more people standing at the window, watching, but she didn't take her eyes from the boy in front of her. His eyes swept her from head to toe as well and he tsked lowly under his breath as his eyes fixed back on her face.

"Would you take off those sunglasses in front of the Disciplinary Committee President?" he replied.

Roksana's head tilted to the side, her long hair falling over one shoulder. Apparently he thought his title should be more than enough to scare her into doing what he wanted. Boy did he have another thing coming to him.

"I don't willing remove these for anyone. Least of all some committee president." she replied.

That didn't seem to go over too well with him. If it wasn't for her training in self defense, he would have slugged her right across the face. As it was, she danced smoothly out of his way, just barely saving herself from taking a tonfa to the face.

Where the hell did he hide that, she questioned herself, her eyes landing on the tonfa in his hand.

She readjusted her sunglasses as he turned a slightly surprised look on her. He hadn't expected her to be able to dodge him. She had good reflexes, but she wouldn't be able to continue to dodge him. Especially if she tried to attack him back. He watched as she shifted her weight between her feet, careful not to favor either foot. He realized, the moment she moved, striking with all the swiftness and ferocity of a coiled cobra, that either she had been in more than her fair share of fights or had had professional training. Either way, she hit hard and she hit fast, striking with the heel of her hands to save her knuckles a beating from hitting his tonfas.

The sound of the a door slamming open, rang through the room, but neither of them paid it attention, their eyes focused solely on each other. Roksana ducked her head back, avoiding another blow aimed for her face, caught his wrist with her right hand, and used the hold to keep herself from falling back on her butt. She yanked, pulling him off balance and regaining her own. Hibari was shocked when her left fist flew out, catching him on the chin with enough force to whip his head to the side.

He would admit one thing...she packed one hell of punch.

Roksana broke away from him, remaining gracefully on her toes. Across the room, Tsuna, Gokudera, Yamamoto, and Reborn watched the fight as Roksana and Hibari squared off. It had shocked the three older boys to see that Roksana could actually hold her own. She was light on her feet, graceful in her attack and defense, and flexible. But for all that she could fight and defend, Hibari was almost inhuman in his relentlessness.

He hit Roksana, full bodily, his greater size knocking her flat on her back. She was going to have a bruise on her back and an even bigger one on her ribs where his elbow had nailed her, but that was the least of her worries. One of Hibari's hands caught her at the throat, holding her down and the other snatched the sunglasses from her face, crushing them.

Hibari then saw the reason behind her wearing the sunglasses. Staring up at him were the palest pair of blue-purple eyes he had ever seen. What was so different, and even off putting, about the eyes was that spearing straight through the irises, like a bolt of lighting, was a streak of dark and very vivid, emerald green. The discoloration of her eyes, in some cultures, could be considered a mark of demon possession, branding her a demon child. Japanese was one of those cultures, hence why she had felt the need to wear the sunglasses.

She had been trying to save herself the scrutiny of others.

He couldn't dwell on that thought for something else caught his attention. His eyes were dragged down from her face to her chest as the front of her shirt started moving. To his surprise, a tiny, grey and white squirrel popped it's head up out of her shirt front. It wore a tiny, red ribbon bow around it's neck that was almost as big as it was. It blinked up at him for a second before, with no warning at all, it flew at his face, making him let go of Roksana in his shock.

He staggered back from her and Roksana jumped into action instantly. She pulled the indoor shoe off her foot as she flew to her feet and raised it over her head. The squirrel jumped off Hibari then and Hibari only caught sight of something swinging his way before Roksana hit him around the face with the shoe as hard as she could.

"Bad boy!" she yelled, hitting him hard enough to knock him back off his feet.

Shocked silence fell over the room as Roksana returned the shoe to her foot. Hibari pushed himself into a sitting position and looked up at Roksana, a hand to the cheek she had just hit with the shoe as she glared down at him. Instead of saying anything to him, she held out a hand.

"Pinattsu." she called.

The little squirrel came scurrying over to her, jumping up into her hand and climbing up her arm. It circled her neck before diving back down the front of her shirt. It didn't seem to bother Roksana that she had a small, furry creature running around inside her clothes. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Hibari.

"You owe me a new pair of sunglasses, jerk." she told him with all the attitude she could muster before turning on her heel and walking away.

She was fiddling with her bangs, brushing them over her eyes as she walked past Tsuna and his friends. The boys turned to watch her as she left the room. Tsuna looked from the door, towards Hibari, before he scrambled after her. He didn't want to be in the room with Hibari if he lost his temper. Gokudera and Yamamoto followed him. Hibari watched them leave.

All he could think was that it seemed like this wasn't the first time recently that someone had smacked him with a shoe.

He hated that she had managed to get one up on him and he would repay her for it. Next time, she wouldn't so easily surprise him. She would learn quickly just why others avoided annoying him.

END

Kyandi: It's not the longest first chapter I've ever done, but there it is!

Roksana: You know, I didn't notice it at the time, but reading back on it now...it was actually pretty funny to hit him with the shoe.

Kyandi: Yeah, I thought so too. After seeing Tsuna do it, I though it would be funny to make it into a running joke of sorts. Believe me there's a lot more shoe slapping to come.

Roksana: Shoe slapping. I like it.

Kyandi: It's the Roksana version of a bitch slap.

Roksana: Now that's funny!

Kyandi: I thought so. Everyone please enjoy and review.

Roksana: We'll be back as soon as possible.

Kyandi: Bye-bye!