Grumbling, I walked along the bed of flowers. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm throwing a tantrum because gosh darnit Death had a way to piss off a girl.

I could feel the dude (or girl) staring at my back for the past 5 minutes, and if I strained my ear enough, I'll probably here his annoying thoughts.

"Fine. What is it that you want?" I smiled wide when I heard him (it?) give in, and jumped to hug him (no seriously, what gender?). He (come on!) tried to push me off, but it seems I'm stronger. (Okay, maybe I was strangling him. Maybe.)

As I let go, I blurted out one of the first things on my mind. "Are you a guy or a girl? And how old are you? You look like a teen."

No, but seriously. He looks like that guy in Angel Beats. You know, the anime where everyone died? The red head who never got his happy ending? Yeah, Death looks like that dude. Only with the kindness replaced by a dark cloak and a permanent scowl.

A tick mark (you know, those things in anime) popped out of his forehead (no seriously), indicating that he (gender please?)was irritated. Again. At this point, I don't think he likes anything.

"I am genderless-"

"How is that possible?"

"-and I am a million years-"

"Seriously?!"

"Can you stop interrupting me?!"

"You're no fun."

"What?"

"So do I call you a he or a she?"

He (I'll just call him a guy) sighed, raising his hand to massage his forehead. "Is that what you want?" He asked me.

I looked at him, and decided that I should pity the guy, so I did. "No, not really."

"Then what is it?"

"Place me in another world."

"I can't do that."

"Why not?" I asked with the utmost seriousness. This is the opportunity I've been waiting for. Every fan has at least considered being reborn into their favorite franchise, and I'm no exception. I just need to convince Death-

"You'll need to start over."

I stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Excuse me?"

Death stared into my eyes, and I couldn't help but feel inferior. His eyes are heartbreaking to look at. I can tell he's been through a lot (that's coming from me who can't read expressions properly).

"You'll have to start over. Start from the beginning."

"I don't-"

And eveything was black.

•-•

When I opened my eyes, I was bombarded by a blinding light and blurry figures. The figures were vaguely familiar, and I could faintly outline some green around them.

I felt something (hands?) holding me. It was then that I felt it-it being the air I breathed.

My lungs felt like it was being stabbed by several needles everytime I breathed in, and it was also then that I noticed I was crying.

While wailing, I can feel something being wrapped around me and being held against something. I can hear a shushing noise over my cries, and slowly, I stopped.

"Shush, child. Mommy's here."

I was silent for a minute. I can faintly see brown, and I'm sure this is a woman-my mother?

It struck me, then. Mommy. She said mommy. I was reborn. Not my ideal way to go, but I was reborn. Where, though, I have no idea.

"She's so beautiful. She looks just like you."

I heard another voice-male-and when I faced it's direction, there was a tuft of yellow (my dad, most likely). I continued to listen to their conversation.

"Ma'am, what do you want to name them?" Them?

"Tsunayoshi and Natsuki Sawada, please." What?

"Hmm.. Okay, ma'am. Thank you." What?

"Tuna-fish and Tsuki-chan." WHAT?

"Welcome to the world, Tsu-kun, Ki-chan." WHAT?

•-•

Okay, so maybe being reborn into Katekyo Hitman Reborn (ironically) wasn't such a bad thing. At least ninja weren't jumping around killing random strangers, or their weren't any timeline jumping maniacs.

Who am I kidding? I'm getting myself involved in the mafia one way or another, and there are hitmen. And there's Byakuran.

Byakuran who jumps around timelines and kills people. Innocent people.

And let's not forget what my name is.

Sawada Natsuki. Sister-twin- to Sawada Tsunayoshi, the tenth boss of Vongola. The Strongest Famiglia in the mafia.

I swear, if Death isn't messing with me I will throw a b*tch fit.

•-•

When the first month ended, I could see properly. Everything was bright, joyful-homey.

The first thing I saw, though, was a sleeping Tuna-fish's face. And dammit he is adorable.

I stretched out my (chubby) hand and touched Tsuna's cheek. He stirred, but didn't seem to be waking up anytime soon. As I continued to poke his cheek, I couldn't help but giggle.

My laughing could probably be heard from the kitchen because the door suddenly opened, revealing a Nana with a camera and an Iemitsu with a huge smile. I ignored them in favor of poking Tsuna's (undoubtedly puffy) cheek.

Either it was my poking, my giggling, our parents' cooing, or something else that woke Tsuna up, I couldn't really care. He is adorbs. Adorable I tell you. ADORABLE.Oh, but when he opened his big, doe eyes (permanent puppy eyes, I tell ya), nothing else mattered.

It was that moment where I decided I'll join the mafia if only protect this precious (and angelic [and wonderful {and innocent} and pure] and adorable) child.

What have I gotten myself into?

•-•

I... expected the assassination attempts. Somehow. I just... haven't registered it.

The first assassination attempt was a week after Iemitsu left. We were a year old, then. Turning two, actually.

Tsuna only grew to become cuter, and he seemed to be showing a talent for language. He's been picking up on the language faster than me-someone who's lived two lives and is here to tell the tale.

It's embarrassing, but he's so cute when he learns to properly pronounce a word.

Speaking of words, it was our second birthday, and Tsuna and I were having a competition-who could say 'Happy Birthday' first. Winner gets extra food (and bragging rights, but we're babies, so whatever).

No one won, though.

Someone broke our window (I think it was shot)-and we (me and Tsuna) were sitting next to it. I thought I was gonna die.

Men came into our house (there were three, I think), and I can mostly remember when it started and ended. I was terrified. Everything flashed before my eyes, and I couldn't help but feel guilty for putting Death through all this.

I closed my eyes and curled into myself. I could here Tsuna's helpless (for me, at the time) wails, and I noticed I couldn't bring myself to cry like him. I was going to die. Again.

Death. It's a terrifying thing, really. Normally, people think of Death as a phase to go to Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory, if you're Christian, or at least any of the many religions that believe this. In others, you are reincarnated. Some people don't even know what'll happen after Death. Nobody stopped to think that maybe Death might be a person.

No one really thought that Death can be befriended, or anything humanly emotional. The thought makes Death... all the more chilling.

I noticed that it was silent. It's not supposed to be silent. Tsuna should be crying, Nana screaming, and (maybe) shots should be heard.

As I opened my eyes, I could hear someone whimpering. For a moment I thought it was Nana, or Tsuna, so imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes and found Nana (sweet, motherly Nana) with her foot on the back of an assassin, and the companions of said assassin unconcious around her.

"I'll have you know that I will not go easy on you next time."

"Y-yes ma'a-"

"Shut it. And tell this to your friends. The next time someone ambushes us, I won't let you go. Ever."

As she said that, she moved the foot that was on the guy. The assassin (can I even call him that now?) scrambled to get up. He picked up his two companions and left (through the door now).

"Mama!" Tsuna looks... happy (which is creepy).

"Oh, dear! I'm sorry. Bad guys ruined you birthdays. Don't worry, I'll just bring you to Takesushi!" Nana looked normal. It's as if nothing even happened.

"Maman!" That's me, pretending to not see the blood stains on the ground. Blood was a b'tch to get out.

"Okay, okay. No need to get over excited, Ki-chan." After she said that, she picked up Tsuna, and I stood up. Tsuna is a little clumsy while walking, so it's best for now to carry him. I, on the other, am a fast learner because I already learned to walk once.

When we got there, Yamamoto (the kid) wasn't there. Unfortunately, he was with his mom to the grocery. Sad life.

•-•

Iemitsu is an ass.

I swear. As much as I love him for being a father to us, he is an ass.

Why? One because he left a loaded gun in our room. Who leaves a loaded gun in a child's room?! We're five! Does he expect us to not be curious of this?! Second, he brought Vongola Nono. I bet you know where this is going.

Good thing I'm a fast learner. Plus I knew how to use guns in my old life. I joined an airsoft club, after all.

Cocking (Oh my gosh I'm sorry, I can't) the gun, I aimed at Iemitsu's head (he'll dodge, don't worry) and fired. He dodged, of course, but Nono stopped his finger from coming near to Tsuna.

My aim was somewhat bad because it didn't go in the direction of Iemitsu's head (close, though), but it made the elder people look, so it's fine.

"Tsuki-chan...?"

"Don't touch Tsuna. I may not be good with a gun, but I can hurt you using other ways." That's true. I have a taser, but I'm bluffing. I can't touch them with that intent. They're mafia!

"Natsuki-chan-"

"Tsuki."

"Huh?"

"Call me Tsuki, Grandpa."

"Ah. Then, Tsuki-chan. Please let go of the gun."

"Why? You're hurting Tsuna." Which is somewhat true. He's unconcious, but his face is scrunched up.

"We're protecting him-"

"You're finger has fire, so you'll hurt him." That's an excuse. I know the real reason. Tsuna already has trouble with academics before his flames were sealed. I'm not making him suffer anymore. This kid has talent.

"We're protecting him from the future, Tsuki-chan." Okay, now I'm irritated.

"He's perfect as he is. You're going to hurt him." I can feel something crackling inside me, and I can see green. Lightning, huh?

"Tsuki-chan, calm down."

"Let him go." I could hear it now. I can also feel it around me. It's... fun. It feels like adrenaline that will never run out. It's... also protective. Huh, if I concentrate it on my gun..

"Okay, Tsuki-chan. We're letting him go. No need to be violent." I could see the green lightning swimming from my arms to the gun.

I sighed and lowered the gun. "Don't hurt him anymore, okay? You're going to make everything more complicated than it's supposed to be." I muttered under my breath.

I think they heard me because they looked confused for a second. They placed Tsuna on the ground and I moved to stand beside the kid. He looks so peaceful.

I looked up at Nono and Iemitsu, then back at the gun in my hands. It was big, so I held it with both hands (with difficulty). It was black and had a white rose near the handle. There were vines (the stem, probably) that intricately traveled around the whole gun. I liked it.

I looked back at Nono and Iemitsu, and I can see that they're expecting me to give the gun back. I looked Iemitsu in the eye and said; "I'm keeping it."

They seemed shocked, so I grinned foolishly at them and raised the gun slightly. "Finders keepers, pops."

I'll just imagine that I didn't see Nono's glare at Iemitsu, or hear Nana's laugh from inside the house.

•-•

I was six when I asked Nana about the assassins when we were two. She looked at me sorrowfully, and sighed.

"Ki-chan, do you really want to know?"

"Maman, don't worry. I'm a big girl now." So Nana started her story.

Nana, as child, was always so curious. One day, she discovered her one of best friends was an heir to a yakuza clan. She, being the curious and loyal friend that she was, joined the mafia to help her best friends, so she gained the knowledge and skills that she has now.

Nana said she wasn't particularly famous, but she had a few big jobs with a few big people, namely, the Giglio Nero.

Nana retired after meeting Iemitsu, and her best friends died on a mission.

It wasn't what I expected. No, not really. Is this canon, or did it change because of me? Did Death do this?

I don't like where this is going.

•-•

I was nine when I asked Nana to teach me how to fight. I was holding my gun to my side and looking up at her. She sighed and told me that she'll think about it.

A week later, Nana made me a schedule of what I will be doing for the next years of my life.

It was excercising for the first week. Jogging around Namimori, punching a make-shift punching bag (it was a pillow hung from a tree).

I can tell Tsuna was becoming suspicious, but was shrugging it off. He kept glancing at me worriedly, and asking if I wanted to rest. I accepted his offers at first, but when it became excessive, I declined as much as I could (which was little because Tsuna's puppy dog eyes are powerful).

The second and third week were full of fighting. Hand-to-hand combat, first. Well, quite the opposite. I was taught kick boxing. I got it by the end of the third week, but I'm far from mastering it. I just learned enough to survive at least 3 hours of hand-to-feet (get it? cause it's kick boxing? don't worry I'll show myself out) combat.

The fourth was about training me with my aim. It was then I discovered that I'm actually not compatible with guns. Mom said she'll buy me something new someday, but I'll have to practice my aim, first.

The next month, mom put me into basic ballet. I got it, but with so much difficulty. It hurt whenever I did the split. I fell on my butt multiple times, and I swear if my instructor wasn't so nice and pretty, I'd be sleeping in and not give any f*cks. Unfortunately, Nana's doe eyes beat Tsuna's puppy dog eyes by a million, so you can expect that I continued.

For the next couple of years, these were what filled my schedule.

•-•

I was ten when Nana introduced me to different kinds of weapons; senbons, katana, daggers, different types of guns, nun-chucks, and my absolute favorite, the baton, or staff.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to master all those weapons, but I was able to keep the dagger and my pistol, so that's a plus.

My flexibility needs more work. Seriously. It looks like I'm more of a protect and attack with strength rather than agility. Don't get me wrong, I'm agile for my age, but I'm not the best. I might even say I'm one of the worst. My speed increased, though. I can say my size helped.

I was also ten when sh*t hit the fan. No, I'm serious. Meeting Sasagawa Kyoko and Kurokawa Hana was not on my to do list, neither was teaching them how to fight.

•-•

"Sawada-chan? What are you doing?"

"We're dancing."

"Oh? Can I join? I really like dancing. Although your dance seems hard to learn."

"Oh my god, kid! No! Kurokawa, teach your friend not to believe everything they hear! She's gonna get killed!"

Yeah, it was one of those moments where I stumble upon an assassin trying to kill Tsuna at school. Unfortunately, Kyoko and Hana found me fighting, and I swear to gosh, Kyoko is naive.

I finished off the assassin (I didn't kill him, just called the police), and then faced the duo who watched me.

"What do you think I've been doing?" Hana looked irritated. I sighed. This girl wanted me to be sarcastic, then fine.

"Oh, I don't know. Watching?" She seemed to be taken a back, but then smirked.

"I like you. I'm Kurokawa Hana, this is Sasagawa Kyoko. Call us by our names, it's fine." Hana held out her hand. I smiled and shook hers.

"Alright. Sawada Natsuki. Call me anything you like." I assessed the situation, and I can't say I'm particularly happy with what they saw, nor am I happy that they might want to get involved.

"Natsu, then." Hana said. I like it.

"Natsu-chan, can you teach us what you did?" Kyoko piped in, now. I swear I blanched. I weighed my options. Maybe I can add to the badass women? Oh gosh, I hope I made the right choice.

"Okay. Meet me at the shrine an hour after school tomorrow. Wear sports clothes, 'cause I'm about to give you a work out."

"Mmn. Meet you there, Natsu-chan!"

Yeah, I think I'll keep that nickname.

•-•

I was twelve when Hibari Kyoya (yes, the Hibari Kyoya) asked-ehem, I'm sorry-demanded me to fight him. I wasn't ecstatic about it, nor was I terrified. I was more proud that I've been acknowledged by the demon of Namimori than anything, really.

That didn't mean I'd fight, though.

"Kamikorosu."

"Eh... Senpai, please. Can we not fight? I've got chores to do." No, I'm not lying. I need to buy new bullets. I ran out.

"Herbivore."

"You know what? F*ck this." I dodged and slipped past him towards the gate of Namimori Elementary, running as fast as I could.

I ducked into an alley and proceeded to climb my way up the walls to the roof of the house next to me. I used some of my flames to enhance my dagger so I could stab the wall and climb it.

Huzzah! I made it in time, 'cause when I looked down, Kyoya was searching the alley.

I looked down at the roof I was on, and decided to look for my house. This was kinda hard because I had to look down every couple minutes to see where I am and if anyone's following me. Eventually I found our front lawn full of different colors of roses, and I jumped off.

"Tsuki! Where were you?! I thought Hibari-san beat you up!"

"Oh, Tsuna. Do you really have little faith in me?"

"That's not the point!"

"Aw, don't be disapPOINTed."

"Ugh!"

I'm sorry. I just found out of my love for puns. No? I'll stop, I'll stop (I'll try).

Actually, you know what? I should be called Sans.

No? Okay, then.

•-•

I was thirteen when I decided to disobey the school rules.

No, not really. I just wore black fingerless gloves so I wouldn't hurt my hand when I pull out my weapons too roughly. Kyoya didn't punish me, so I guess it doesn't matter? Oh well, no need to go too deep.

I was also thirteen when I deemed Hana and Kyoko as good survivalists. Actually, no. They just learned how not to die in a fight. And also how to destroy things.

Unsurprisingly, Kyoko has sun flames. Hana, though, has cloud flames. Surprising? Not really. She tends to drift away sometimes. Eh? Get it? Drift, cause she's a cloud? No? Fine then, be that way.

Anyway, I taught them both how to handle a gun, and gave them weapons that are best for them. (I asked mom to buy me weapons for my friends. She said yes immediately. Weird? Maybe.)

Hana used senbons. Freaking senbons! She even asked me to put poison in it! Seriously. And Kyoko? Kyoko can wreck havoc using anything. But her favourite? Machine gun.

"Ah! Kyoko! Watch where you're aiming at! You could've killed me!"

"Sorry Natsu-chan! But you keep getting in my way!"

"What do you mean in your way?! You're pointing at me with your gun dammit!"

"Natsu! Stay still!"

I decided that only these two will call me Natsu, 'cause I don't want to steal Natsu the Lion's name from Tsuna. And yes, Kyoko has a vendetta against me. (I ate her cake one time!)

Yeah. I'm thirteen, and tomorrow is the last day of school. Am I happy? Hell no. Am I prepared? I better be.

Who knows? It's Reborn, after all.