Title: Our Boss is a Yanki!
Summary: Frequently truant from school, getting into fights with gangs and feared by a majority of the populace in Namimori. Sawada Tsunade was the textbook stereotype of a delinquent. To think this girl is slotted in to become the 10th generation boss of the Vongola Famiglia...Reborn has his work cut out for him with this one, that's for sure.
Disclaimer/Author's Notes: I don't own Katekyō Hitman Reborn. If I did, I wouldn't be here writing fictional stories for free. The prompt for this story was the basic question "What if Tsuna was a girl?" but also with a twist. I didn't want to do a generic rewrite of KHR with the only thing being different is the fact that Tsuna was missing something from between his legs, and gained a pair of breasts. This is going to center around what Tsuna could've become if the character reacted in the opposite way Tsuna had in canon. Hopefully, a majority will enjoy it, if not then meh...I tried my best!
Chapter One
The Oni of Namimori – Sawada Tsunade (I)
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
― Marilyn Monroe
It was a grim scene to behold.
Littering the ground were the unconscious bodies of the members of "The Crows", one of Namimori's more notorious gangs. Every single body sprawled on the ground was a mottled mess of black and blue bruises. Blood leaked from their broken noses, and teeth littered the ground. Groans and whimpers of pain came from them as they lay between consciousness and oblivion, only making the scene that much more macabre.
The only one left standing was their leader, who was currently trying to drag himself away from the figure currently beating his second in command to a bloody pulp. Pleas for mercy went unheard, as the sound of skin smacking skin and bones grinding against bones, echoed. Soon the desperate cries for forgiveness were cut short.
The sudden end of his second-in-command's pleas struck utter fear within the gang leader's heart.
Nonomura Shun's lips quivered and his eyes filled with tears as he watched his second in command being tossed aside like a piece of trash. Once he heard the thud of the body hitting the ground, he watched in horror as the monster dusted off her hands before turning her head in his direction.
A chill swept through his body when her burning gaze fell upon him, and it was only then that he realized that he was the only left to feel this monster's wrath. Every instinct within him screamed for him to leave. To get up from the ground and save himself, but he couldn't move. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't move an inch.
Those cognac-colored eyes pinned him in place, and full, pouty lips (that would've been attractive on the face of any other girl) curled down at the corners into a scowl.
"Ah, so there's only one of you left, huh?" at a sedate pace, she began to make her way towards him, kicking some of the downed thugs she passed in the ribs, earning strained groans from her efforts.
Her expression showed little; no rage, no hatred, just mild irritation towards his being as if he were a bug. Like he was nothing more than a fly or a mosquito buzzing around her head.
If this had been any other time, any other place, Shun would've felt indignant at the look. But at this moment, he wished nothing more than for her to see him as something less than a bug so she would allow him to leave this unscathed.
Her glare pierced him as she came to a stop in front of him, her blonde hair gleaming under the street lights. Leaning forward, she grabbed the front of his shirt eliciting a squeal of terror to escape his lips. No effort, she lifted him up until she had him dangling up in the air with only the tips of his sneakers barely scraping the ground below.
"'Thought I told you buzzards to stay off my turf, but it seems like you're all hard of hearing…Hopefully, this little chat of ours made everything a bit clearer for you." Her grip on his collar tightened, and Shun's hands latched onto her wrists in a futile attempt to free himself.
The brown-haired boy gasped for breath and stared down at the girl glaring up at him from beneath her fringe. Her eyes glowing under the shadow of her bangs.
Shun's tears spilled down his face as his terror finally seemed to conquer his mind.
"Y-you're a monster!" he screamed, but she didn't even bat an eye at the accusation.
A frown settled on her lips, as cognac-colored eyes cooled briefly before blazing to life once more with fury.
"You were the idiots who decided to toy with me by entering my territory, and now you want to start calling people names?" Her free hand balled up into a fist as her eyes flashed a brilliant orange.
"This is the last time I'm going to say this to you dickheads…stay away from my territory or I will fucking kill ya!" with a ferocious roar, she slammed her fist into his stomach and watched with satisfaction as spittle flew from his lips as he was sent careening back through the fence that surrounded the abandoned lot with an agonized scream. His flight being stopped by one of the street lamps, which groaned before tilting slightly. The once flickering bulb finally dying.
Looking around at the bodies around her, the girl shoved her hands into the pockets of her skirt with a snort. Kicking one of the gang members in the head as she walked off, she scoffed. "Until you guys learn how to be a challenge don't even think about showing your ugly mugs around here again."
Turning on the heel of her brown penny loafers, her long blonde hair whipped behind her like a banner as she walked away. It wouldn't do for her to stick around for the police to show up; she had more things to deal with then defending her actions with the police again.
Unseen by her, a tiny figure clothed in combat gear and a tan cloak stepped out from behind the fence that closed off the area. A scowl on lips as they pushed their visor up to reveal a narrowed gaze set in the adorable face of a female toddler. Said face housed one of the scariest looks that anyone could've ever seen.
Lal Mirch was a well-known name in the underbelly of society, up there with others such as the Strongest Hitman, Reborn. Instead of taking care of her usual duties in the CEDEF, she had been roped into making one final reconnaissance on the family of her boss, Sawada Iemitsu. Her assignment was to observe the Young Lion of the Vongola's daughter and see whether she was able to become the Vongola, as was her right by blood, or if she would need to be prepared to become the wife of the next boss until she bore a child worthy enough to take over.
The latter of which, had been what she assumed to be the chosen course of action due to the reports placed on her desk.
Truthfully, she hadn't been impressed by girl described in the reports she had received.
Sawada Tsunade, on paper, was a failure in every sense of the word. She was inept in academics, useless when it came to sports, and had no type of social skills to speak of. The girl was stated to be a coward that feared her own shadow, who would serve no better purpose than to be breeding stock to create the next boss.
Basically, a complete disappointment in every way for a Vongola Boss candidate.
Lal, being a female, who had to fight tooth and nail to gain the respect that she holds today in a society that held strong misogynistic values. Had no sympathy whatsoever for this girl's fate. After all, if the girl couldn't handle life amongst civilians (didn't even seem to try to improve herself, as the reports had insinuated - if there something that Lal loathed more than anything else, it was those who didn't try). There was no way she would ever be able to handle being the boss of the most powerful famiglia in the mafia.
She had hopped on the next flight to Namimori and found her target. Only to find that the reports might as well be kindling for as much purpose as they served., because after what she had witnessed…plans would definitely need to be changed.
Hopping towards one of the bodies strewn about by Iemitsu's daughter, she kicked one in the side and nodded at the pained whimper that escaped the battered and bruised lump.
It was decided then.
Reaching down into the pocket of her brown shorts, she pulled out a mini cellphone. Quickly punching in a few numbers, she then brought it up to her ear. After a few moments someone picked up, and she snarled.
"You have only a few seconds to give me the names of the operatives that compiled this report because we're going to have a long discussion when I get back. It isn't going to be pleasant for anyone involved…also, while you're at it. Get our idiot boss and Nono there for this as well."
Ending the call, she tucked away her cellphone before looking in the direction that the girl had left in.
A wry smirk settled on her lips, "Well, you're going to have your hands full with this one, Reborn."
End of Chapter
I've changed a couple things. Went about cleaning things up, changed some sentence structure and generally improved the overall chapter. Hopefully, these changes have made things a bit more enjoyable. I'm currently working on the next chapter of this story. Just trying to work out some kinks in some of my future plans.
Well, that's all I've got to say at the moment. See you in the next chapter~