Hello, all ye fuzzies! I'm happy to see you and I hope you'll be happy to have read this story. More chapters to come.

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! (with an exclamation mark!) does not belong to me, else I would be a very rich man/woman/thing. At least, mentally. I don't actually know if Akira Amano is wealthy or not.

Rated T for swearing.

Chapter One

Let me tell you a story. Like all stories, it has a beginning and an end. The tough part is defining that beginning and that end, for life is just like a story that goes on and on, round and round, to the end of time – or is it just the beginning? I guess we'll never know. But that's part of the fun, isn't it? Going along for the ride, never knowing where we're going or when we'll get there or even if we're going in endless circles on an eternal merry-go-round.

'Never was there a story of more woe than this', is what I'd like to say, but I'm afraid that such a dramatic statement would be false. True woe originates from despair, and while my life isn't the happiest and I've been through some rough times, I've never once lost hope. Why, you ask? No particular reason. Just, life. If only you'd stop. Breathe. Open your eyes. And see. Not only with your eyes, but with your whole body, extend your senses and you'll feel life breathing through your pores, as it is everywhere and permeates every thing and the very air we breathe. Life is us, and that gives me hope. Hope for a new tomorrow. And as the poet Robert Frost once said, life goes on. So why wait? Life certainly won't wait for you to buck up, so the only thing to do when life knocks you down is to get back up and carry on.

My story begins here. Now. Perhaps a year ago. Or when I was born? Or when my parents were born? Maybe even as far back as when the universe was created. It hardly matters anyhow; I am here now. At this moment, I exist, and soon – in fifty years, ten years, a day, who knows? – I will cease to exist. But that time is not now, so let's say that my story is ongoing. However, it is punctuated by one key event:

A boy fell from the sky.

By happenstance – or was it fate? – he landed on me. All I heard was a cry of "HIEEEEE!" and saw a shadow looming over me before SMACK! – my head connected with the pavement and I knew no more.

I woke up in a hospital bed. Bland white walls stared me in the face. No sign of visitors then. Who was that idiot who fell on me, huh? Damn jackass needed to be put in his place.

A nurse bustled in. "Oh, you're awake. How's the head, dear? Good? Then you can go. Bye bye!" She turned to leave.

"Hold on! I cried in outrage. "You didn't even wait for me to answer! I could have brain damage for all you know! I demand to know what loser qualified you to be a nurse so that I can go kick their ass! And who brought me here?"

The nurse looked at me sternly. "I won't tolerate such foul language here, young lady! This is a hospital, there are patients trying to recover, which they can't do with you causing such a ruckus! If you can't behave I'll have to ask you to leave. You look healed anyway. Be gone!" She made shooing motions with her hands.

"Fine! See if I care! I'm outta this dump!" I jumped out of bed and stormed out of the room, trying to shoot laser beams out of my eyes at the staff who dared to stand in my way. Bloody nurse out of hell, she'll feel my wrath someday. I'll bring this whole damn hospital to its knees.

As I was busy inspiring terror from the cowering masses, I failed to notice another, far greater source of terror heading my way until steel flashed before my eyes and I was sent flying back.

"God damn it," I grumbled, rubbing my sore backside, "this is the second time today. What is with you assholes! I'll fucking rip your eyes out!" I leapt up to do exactly as I said only to freeze at what I saw: Namimori Middle School uniform, silky black hair, slitted grey eyes, a pair of tonfas held up in a battle stance. Shit it's Hibari.

It's time to bullshit. I plastered a wide smile on my face. "Hibari-senpai, old pal! How's it going? I didn't see you there! Please excuse me, I'm in a bit of a rush." I tried to edge past him but damn, these hallways were narrow.

Hibari blocked the way, "For disturbing the peace, I will bite you to death," and charged. Right. At. Me.

"Aaarrrgh!" I ran for my life.

The end.

Just kidding! Didn't I already tell you that there are no endings? I don't lie… much.

Let's flash forwards a couple of minutes. I managed to evade an enraged Nami-chuu prefect by running through the halls until I found a decent sized closet to hide in. Safe for now. But I needed an escape plan. My best bet was a diversion that would hopefully distract Hibari long enough for me to hightail it out of there. He said he'd 'bite me to death' so does that mean he's a pervert? I let my gaze wander over the contents of the closet I was in, searching for anything useful. Something caught my eye. Aha! A malicious grin slid onto my face as a plan formed in my mind.

I carefully checked that the coast was clear before sneaking out of the closet. Phew, no Hibari. I couldn't let my guard down though, he could be anywhere and pop up anytime, so I needed to be ready. I crept down the halls, ignoring the strange looks I was receiving, to the reception, where Hibari was probably waiting.

And there he was, sharp eyes flickering to and fro, ready to pounce; the hospital personnel nervously going about their work, not stepping within ten feet of him. As soon as I entered his line of vision, he growled and stalked towards me but then did a double take.

"What… are you wearing?"

"Oh, do you like it, Kyoya dearest?" I sauntered forward in my impromptu skimpy outfit that consisted of bandages and, well, bandages. That was it. "I thought you would, you bad boy," I simpered, steadily advancing. I tried to move sexily, but it's hard when you're only wearing white hospital bandages over your private areas! You wiggle too much and it all comes loose. Streaking in a crowded hospital is a public embarrassment that I'd like to avoid, thank you very much (and no, walking around in only bandages doesn't count, this is for the sake of my survival, dammit!).

I tugged at the fabric that bound my breasts, exposing more skin. "You said you wanted to bite me… so go ahead," I uttered breathlessly. Dear God, this was going to get me killed.

Meanwhile, Hibari looked like he was having an aneurysm. Uh-oh, time to hit the road.

"Oh my, look at the time," I said, looking at my imaginary watch on my wrist, used for precisely these types of occasions. "I really must be going. I'm sorry we won't have time to play. Maybe next time." I gave a last engaging smile before making a break for it.

I almost got through the automatic sliding doors! But the elation never got the chance to settle in; a blow to the shoulder sent me crashing to the ground.

"Aw fuck!"

An epic beat down, courtesy of Hibari, was the next order of business. As the pain became too great and my vision began to fade, I squinted up to see a smirking Hibari. My last words were, "Fucking tosser," then the world went dark.