AN: Yes, I'm committing the ultimate fanfiction author sin. Welcome to my shitty SI Gamer fic everyone!
Game Over
New File
Y/Y
You all know how this part goes. The prologue of every self insert fic ever: I died, woke up in total darkness, freaked out, blah blah blah.
Staring at the screen in front of me though, the only thing in my mind is which fascinating and deadly universe I'm going to end up next.
I'm grinning as I press the Yes hovering all over my face. Goodbye expectations of perfect daughter and med student! Hello adventures and likely early death!
Welcome to the Mafia World
Oh, I get it. Reborn. Do the gods have a sense of humor or what? I press the display and watch as it gets longer, a list of available characters unfurling before me.
Choose a Character
Sawada Twin Unlocked
Yamamoto Twin Unlocked
Hibari Twin Unlocked
Sasagawa Twin Unlocked
Gokudera Twin Unlocked
Bovino Twin Unlocked
Dokuro Twin Unlocked
Rokudo Twin Unlocked
I grin. This is an easy choice. No way I'm missing little Kyoya growing up. I press the Hibari Twin button and bounce a little as I wait for more customization options.
Choose a Flame Type
Cloud Flames
Rain Flames
Mist Flames
Lightning Flames
Sun Flames
Storm Flames
*Sky Flames are unavailable for non Sawada characters in this game run
The battlefield is no place for toddlers. Sorry Lambo but this is my city now. You're looking at a brand new Lightning Babe. But to be honest I'll need these flames if I'm going to survive the Hibari household long enough to see the canon events unfold.
Stats
Name: Hibari Kimiko
Title: Newborn (-70% Mobility)
LVL: 1
Strength: 2
Vitality: 5
Agility: 2
Intelligence: 4
Wisdom: 4
Charisma: 5
Flame: Inactive
Points Unspent: 0
Oh those are some shitty stats, but I am going to start as a baby so I guess it's fair. I tap on the screen again.
Skills
Languages
English: 80/100
Portuguese: 80/100
Japanese 5/100
Italian: 1/100
Chinese: 1/100
Household
Cooking: 20/100
Cleaning: 15/100
Gardening: 5/100
Sewing: 1/100
Taxes: 1/100
Knowledge
Technology: 50/100
Sciences: 20/100
Maths: 15/100
Arts: 10/100
World History: 50/100
Yakuza History: 1/100
Mafia History: 1/100
Triads History: 1/100
Fighting
Brawling: 15/100
Martial: 1/100
Short Blade: 1/100
Long Blade: 1/100
White Weapons: 1/100
Fire Weapons: 1/100
Points Unspent: 0
I still have so much to learn. I'm kind of ashamed of my knowledge skills but I only had a high school diploma before I died.
Perks
Papa's Jewel (passive): 2 Persuasion on all family matters
Hibari Clan (passive): Non interference from the Nanimori Police Force, forever clean criminal record while in Japan or Triads territory, any bodies left behind will be dealt with
Native Speaker (passive): can learn Native language at the same rate as other children
No Currently Available Perks
Well there's one thing I'm sure of now. My new father loves me! Also my new family is scary but I already knew that. Another screen pops up in front of me.
Are you ready?
Y/Y
Yes, I am. Let's do this!
I wake up to a lot of crying. I'd say it was mine but I know my tiny baby mouth is shut tight. I open my eyes and gurgle, searching for an explanation. The crying doesn't stop but I hear a gasp. My vision is too hazy to make sense of anything. I feel thick arms start to circle me and lift me up from where I was lying before (a crib? a table?). I gurgle again, hoping to understand what's going on.
The arms tighten and I feel something wet push against my cheeks. Oh it's my new father's face, rough stubble giving me an itch. I try to lift my hand and pat him, but my limbs are heavy and feel alien to me. The only thing left to do is lick him on the nose. Let him know I'm alive, okay, and here.
I hear a wet laugh and then I fall asleep again, exhausted from this little interaction.
I feet a tug. It's annoying and I grunt before I open my eyes. While still a little hazy, after a few months I can see most things near me. The thing tugging at my hair is baby Kyouya, brows furrowed as he tugs at it again and again. I smile at him.
Kyouya doesn't talk, at this age he wouldn't be able to but he doesn't try to babble either. Just a quiet dignified baby with black hair and shiny silver eyes that slaps, kicks and bites (even without teeth) when no adults are looking. I think he takes my lack of crying as a challenge. Even the nanny that comes to feed us and change our nappies is wary of him, but I stare at him with nothing except cooing delight. Call me a masochist but Hibari Kyouya is right there and he's literally bitten me to death more times than I can count. It's a dream come true!
Kyouya grows tired of my lack of good responses (aka tears) and starts screaming. I wince. Kyouya isn't a crying baby either but his tiny lungs can wail for hours if needed. He's spoiled and even his tiny baby brain knows he can get away with a lot. I know I could do the same, but there isn't much I want now and I'm trying to gain points with the household staff as the "nice twin".
It's not long before I can hear the shuffling of feet near our bedroom door. I look at my brother and ask myself again why would they make us share a crib. My father is rich! He could give us different rooms even. But I know the answer even if I can't understand any of the Japanese flying around the house. He doesn't want us to be lonely.
After jumping from nanny to nanny and sometimes to our father's arms, I realised the reason he was crying that first time. Our mother died giving birth to us. He could've hated us for taking her life but he didn't. For that I'm grateful and that's why every time he takes me in his arms I give him a smile or a giggle. His whole face bares the marks of stress and too little sleep and I'm glad to be his safe haven. We all know Kyouya is too much of a fighter to be his sweet little boy after all.
The nanny of the week opens the door with a baby bottle in hand and a nappy in the other. At least she came prepared, even though I know Kyouya will reject both. He didn't want anything except to bring someone here to torment. I smile again as I close my eyes. I love my brother.
"Kimiko-chan, come. It's time to go."
New Quest
Survive First Day at Kindergarten
Success: 1 relationship with Teachers
Failure: Will be marked as a problem child
Accept Quest
Y/Y
I raise my head and smile at the man by the door. I finish my adjustments to my new outfit, tap on the screen and trot towards him.
"Hai, Papa."
I offer him my hand. He smiles down at me and takes it. This is my first time out of the family house in all of the three years I've lived here and I'm slightly nervous. I confess I've grown used to the sliding doors and tatami floors. The offer of a taste of the outside is suddenly fearsome but I can't falter. This is only kindergarten after all.
Kyouya is already by the entrance. He's grown restless in the last year. I suspect he feels caged. I would too if I wasn't busy Observing every nook and cranny of the old building available to me. He's wearing the same uniform as me and my heart stutters a little. He's so cute! I unconsciously tug at my father's hand and he chuckles, before scolding me mock-stern.
"I know you love your brother Kimiko-chan, but if we're to leave the house you have to behave like a lady." I pout at my father and he laughs unrestrained, head tipping back. I hear a grunt from Kyouya. I know he isn't jealous just anxious to leave, so I grin at him and say "Hai, Papa" to my father.
Outside the door men in suits are bowing, but winking at Kyouya. If I'm the staff's sweetheart my brother is the little star of the yakuza men, just turned three and promising to bite them all to death. He ignores them as expected but this doesn't seem to faze them at all if the whispers of "little lordling" is anything to go by.
I stop myself from bouncing because willing or not I have an image to keep. So I just walk between the row of men like it's natural they're bowing to us and get into the car with a little prompt from our father. I can't wait until we arrive.
It all started so well. We arrived at the Nanimori kindergarten on time and were greeted by one of the teachers. They put stickers with our names on our uniforms and ushered us to the only classroom. I waved father goodbye and followed Kyouya inside. I should've known that was the beginning of the end.
The room was square, decorated with children drawings and rainbows on the walls. There was a bookcase shaped like a giraffe and ten mini tables of different colors surrounded by three yellow mini stools each.
And then there were the children. Apparently Nanimori's toddler population was so small that the local kindergarten put every children they accepted in the same classroom. This wouldn't be so bad if we weren't the youngest people there.
Now I'm stuck with older kids who think they can tower over us and although Kyouya wants to fight, even he knows it's a lost battle. We haven't begun our training yet. I think father is waiting for us to ask. Maybe he knew this was going to happen and put us in this situation just to see what we would do. I love him but I know he can be devious.
I sigh and whisper "Stats", the English word unfamiliar to this tongue that until now only spoke Japanese. Kyouya, sitting at the stool beside me looks over and then the world freezes.
Stats
Name: Hibari Kimiko
Title: Toddler (-20% Mobility), Kindergarten Student (10% on Homework Subjects)
LVL: 2
Strength: 2
Vitality: 5
Agility: 2
Intelligence: 4
Wisdom: 4
Charisma: 5
Flames: Inactive
Points Unspent: 5
I never had to spend any of my points before, never leaving the house, but if I am to survive here I need to do something. I up my Agility to five and give my Strength and Vitality one point each. Let's see any of these brats catch me now.
Kyouya keeps looking at me even a week after I said that one little word for my and his ears only. It's like before I was only a fixture in his house, some sort of predictable background noise. Now though, now I am something suspicious and he is curious. He hasn't said anything but even our father has noticed a change in how he treats me (aka he doesn't ignore me anymore even if he still won't say a word to me).
Another week of hidden glances and obvious staring before his thin patience crumbles and he breaks down my bedroom door. Oh yes, we don't share a room anymore. Kyouya's birthday present was his independence from me. My birthday present was a kitty patterned dress and some children books. I still cried a bit.
Now Kyouya is here and his fists are clenched. He didn't break down the door as much as tore an opening on the paper with a kick and crawled inside. A screen popped up.
New Quest
Explain Mystery Word
Success: relationship with Hibari Kyouya will change from neutral to slightly positive
Failure: relationship with Hibari Kyouya will change from neutral to hate
Accept Quest
Y/Y
Well shit.
AN: and this is my first chapter. Please review if only to yell at me. This is completely self-indulgent and I'm not sure if I'll continue but here have at it.
Stats
Name: Hibari Kimiko
Title: Toddler (-20% Mobility), Kindergarten Student (10% on Homework Subjects)
LVL: 2
Strength: 3
Vitality: 6
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 4
Wisdom: 4
Charisma: 5
Flames: Inactive
Points Unspent: 0