Hi there people!:D
This is one of my first stories in English, and the first one of KHR, so hope you like it n.n
Is isn't perfect, but I tried to give it a shot :P
Also, I wanted something different, so for this story Fran's going to be a girl (wiii~) and there is going to be some random things xD
Please enjoy this c:
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn neither Fran neither Bel neither the marshmallows that Byakuran eats.
It may contain spelling or grammar errors.
THE FROGGY LIFE
Chapter 1...
Darkness, was the only thing she could see. Loneliness, was the only thing she could feel. No matter what she tried to do or where she turned to, everything was the same, dry trees, dead flowers, mud; everything was gloomy and dull. The sky was painted with shadows of gray; the time was irrelevant, it could be either dawn or dusk. The heavy and dark clouds drifted away on that dreadful sky, crying, causing a really heavy rain.
And in all that darkness, a girl could be spotted. Her body was on the floor, cold and numb, and the drops from the rain hit her with a huge force. She could barely stay awake, and the numbness was worse with every passing second.
How do things turned out this way?
She didn't know, and the 2 wounds on her body didn't help at all.
The first one was on her chest, staining her Varia coat with crimson blood. It was caused by something very sharp, like a sword or katana, but right now she didn't care anymore with what she has been injured.
It hurt like hell, and every time she tried to move the wound would get deeper and deeper, leaving her incapable of moving.
And the second one… It was a very deeper wound; the one that only time can heal, the one you can't heal no matter how much medicine you take. The one that makes you feel miserable and sad. Yes, a broken heart.
It was all HIS fault. He abandoned her. Why? Why? Why?!
Well. The answer was easy. She knew he was with HER. Yes, with HER and not with she. And remembering him caused her to feel ever more pain. Because there is nothing better that in your death the love of your life is with other woman.
She was angry with "him", with that stupid fallen prince. With "her", that other illusionist, the money freak. She was angry with everyone.
Angry with that 'stupid long-haired captain' for now being around when she needed him; also she never thanked him for being her personal alarm, with those screams he was able to wake up the whole Varia family. Angry with that 'gay' mom she had, for now being there when she needed his healing attributes and comfort. Angry with that 'stupid thunder man' for now being there for a last tease, although in the bottom, she really appreciated him. Angry with that 'boss' for not being there in the crucial battle, he only eats and sleeps; she was also angry because she never thanked him for being, in a really weird way, like a father to her.
But she was most angry with herself. She was angry because she couldn't fight and because of that she got injured. She was angry because she never trusted her teammates and now she was worried about them. She was angry because she never expressed her emotions, she always talked in a fucking monotone. She was angry because she let everyone hate her, doing nothing to avoid it. She was angry because she never told HIM how much she loved him; she never demonstrated it! And that was the thing she most regretted...
And to think that not so long ago things were more normal and didn't seem to be so bad…
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Months ago. Namimori, Japan.
The sun was high up in the sky, showering with its rays a huge house up in a hill. It was really huge, with no neighbors or stores nearby; because time ago it served as a pension for people who got lost on the forest, but right now no many people delve into that forest, so the pension broke. Because of that now only two people were living there: a grandmother and her granddaughter. It still worked as a pension, but the grandma added a special feature to that house: hot springs! So must people, old usually, only came to enjoy the delight of that holy water.
"Grandma, I'm leaving" a girl with a mint shoulder-lenght hair said while going downstairs, but the sight she saw was enough to leave her stoned. There was food leftovers, fats stains and knives everywhere, "What happened here? A tornado? A hurricane?"
"Hello there Franny-chan. I'm just cooking. Ah, and good morning. Everything is fine?" her grandmother asked peering out the kitchen.
"Yes" she said with her usual monotone. She has always talked that way, although inside of her her emotions where desesperately trying to go out to the surface, she didn't know how to express ANY emotion at all. And she didn't have a problem with that, she was ok with it.
"Good, since you're leaving here is your bento" the mid-age woman walked towards her and handed her a box with a disgusting smell.
"Is okay grandma, I don't need an bento, if I keep eating I'l get fat, you know" she didn't accept it merely by one cause: her grandma wasn't a pro chef. In fact, she sucked at cooking.
Fran tried to leave, but a strong-arm prevented her to go.
"But, I did this with all my love and you need to grow, so no excuses" the granny put that scary face that make every person shiver.
Fran couldn't win a fight against her grandma by two causes. First, she was scared of her and second, well, there was no second, she was just scared of her.
She just sighed, accepted the box with the disgusting smell, turned her heels and went toward the door.
"Have a nice day at school!~" her granny shouted before disappearing again in the kitchen.
"Yes… I will try" she looked at her bento and sighed again.
She was able to say the truth to the people on their faces without feeling pity or fear, truly is that all the people in her school known her as the coldest person ever born, but with her grandma... well, that was another case.
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"Someday I'll have to tell her that I dislike this food" Fran talked to herself while walking the long way to school. There was a short way, the one ALL the normal people use, but it was so crowded and she preferred to be alone. This long way was through a forest, with a lake in the middle of it, where she sometimes goes to play, alone of course.
The mint-haired kept walking until she reached the school. Namimori Middle School. Her granny thought that that was the best school around here, but for Fran, it was just a normal and boring school. In fact, she always tries to skip classes because she knows already that stuff. She was like some kind of genius.
The first thing she noticed reaching school was that it was crowded, something she hated. Maybe that was the only thing she had in common with the president of Namimori, Hibari Kyoya: the hatred toward people.
She glanced at the president trying to avoid a scold, that Hibari had a really short temper and if you have something that could damage HIS school or the reputation of it, well, you were a dead man.
The last time she was scolded because she brought a knife to school. She just wanted to open a frog on the lab and see its guts. What was wrong with it?!
"Hey, what was that you have there?" was the greeting she received from the president.
"This is my bento. Do you want it? I'm now really hungry at all..."
Hibari sniffed it and with a disgusting face said: "There's no way you can enter to my school with that thing! Now, throw it away or I'll bite you to death" he took a fighting pose, tonfa raised.
"Why are you always saying you will bite people to death? What are you? A vampire? Or just a pervert that likes to bite people?"
"... You're dead."
"Anyway, this is just food. Nobody will die by eating food. Can I enter now?" (looks like she hasn't tasted Bianchi's food).
"I'm watching you" Hibari warned and let the girl enter to the school. She could feel the murderous glare the president was throwing to her, but she just ignored it.
She kept walking straight to the classroom, but 2 punks appeared in front of her, blocking her way.
"Hi, Frog Girl!" one of the boys greeted, but Fran just stared at him.
"Great, more idiots" she thought somewhat irritated.
"What's wrong?" the other asked.
"Maybe we should talk to her in her language."
"Good idea. Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit" he started to make some frogs sounds, but Fran was used to this kind of things thanks to an accident a while ago, so she just answered with her monotone: "The frogs have a wide range of sounds, not only 'Ribbit'. You should investigate more before doing such kind of comments."
"...", the boys stared at each other.
"What's that smell?" the second one sniffed something, and it was nothing more and nothing less than Fran's bento.
"What do you have to eat today? Flies?"
"I really don't know" she answered honesty. She really didn't know what was on that box, and she didn't want to know.
"Again talking like that? You really are a weirdo~ Not being able to smile or to laugh, what a weird person you are" the other boy said.
"No David, you're wrong. She's not a person, she's just a frog."
"You're right."
"You're blocking my way" Fran told them without an alteration. A normal person, reached that point, would have kicked their asses.
"...", the boys were frozen surprised by the attitude of Fran.
RING-RING-RING
At that moment the bell rang and everyone moved towards their classrooms, everyone except Fran. She wasn't in the mood to stand being locked in a small classroom with dumb people around her.
"Today is going to be a boring day" she was staring and walking aimlessly until she clashed with her English sensei.
"Sorry, sorry" the man on the floor said, but a smile formed when he saw with who he clashed, "Oh, Fran Are you okay?" she glared at him, Dino-sensei. Why every girl loved that man? It was a clumsy teacher with hipster glasses and a disheveled hair.
"Yes."
"Are you ok? Aren't you hurt?" he offered her a hand to get up.
"No. I'm fine" she ignored the hand and stood up for herself.
"Let's go to class."
"I was about to do that."
"But you took the opposite direction" he said pointing the direction Fran took. In fact, the classroom was the other way.
"... ... My problem" she was rushing to the exit, not to the classroom. She was really unlucky, to crash with your sensei when you're about to escape school was a sign of bad luck. Maybe she broke a mirror time ago, or maybe some mischievous elves where giving her a bad time.
"Don't get mad" the mint-haired started to walk, ignoring her sensei, but Dino remembered something so he said: "And… Fran" he gained her attention, "Don't let those boys bully you, you aren't a frog girl or whatever they say."
"Actually there aren't bullying me, they are just some idiots that who crossed on my path", she said before leaving to the classroom.
Dino sighed and followed his student.
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Fran walked toward her seat, which was on a corner away from all her classmates, and she liked it that way.
Everyone was making such a ruckus and Dino-sensei wasn't able to silence them.
"Everyone, please, calm down, have a seat and let's start" he tried in vain.
"Sensei, why instead of a class we don't have a date?" one of the girls asked.
"No fair! I also want a date with Dino-sensei!" other girl shouted.
"Bad luck! He will have a date with me" the first girl showed her tongue in a childish way.
"Girls… please calm down…" the 'Bucking Horse', the nickname some girls put to Dino-sensei, wasn't able to do a thing to calm down the situation.
Fran was sick of that, so she just spaced out, waiting for the class to finish because, after all, she really despised that class. She already knew English, and Italian and French. No big deal...
And, it was that class the one that ruined her life and she will never forget about it.
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"Well… let's start. Who wants to read?" Dino-sensei asked after a while, agreeing in having lunch with those problematic girls. As expected, every single girl raised their hands and swung them wildly on the air, except one, the one the sensei was watching at, "Fran?"
The mint-haired startled when she heard her name, but instead of getting excited like everyone else she just replied with a: "No thanks."
"What's wrong Frog Girl? Don't want to read?"
"Maybe the only thing she can say is 'Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit'"
"This reading is not useful at all, they're just random, confusing and stupid facts that nobody understand", she wasn't so wrong. Dino-sensei likes poetry, so he always brings complicated and over-leveled poems for reading. Not a good choice.
"Mmm… Why you say that? You don't like poems?"
"No."
"Ok..." the sweat drops on his head where countless, "So, who else wants to read?"
"Dino-sensei, I want to read!"
"Fine. Alice, please read" the blond guy sighed and kept watching Fran, who was lost in thought. Why that girl was so complicated? He has always tried to understand her, but Fran never showed any expression and not a single emotion throughout her whole life.
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RING-RANG
"Thanks Alice, that's all for today. See you tomorrow."
"Bye Dino-sensei~"
The Bucking Horse left the room and the uproar started again, but was quickly extinguished when the second teacher entered the room.
"Hi everyone~" he said with a bright white smile.
"H-Hi Byakuran-sensei" everyone said without excitement.
"Today we will see the World War I. Is everyone excited?"
"...", nobody showed any emotion, they just glared at him with emotionless faces. You can said they were copying Fran's face.
"I said that if is everyone is excited?!" with his stare everyone started to clap and whistle pretending excitement. "That's better."
He looked on his suitcase and placed some marshmallows of different colors over the desk.
"Marshmallows again?"/ "He never gets tired of marshmallows." / "He really is a scary man."
"Ok everyone, you see these yellow marshmallows? Those are Germany. The white ones are Austria and the red ones are Italy. You must wonder why Italy is the red ones?"
"N-Not really..."
"That's easy. Because on Italy lives a lot of mafia."
"M-Mafia?"
"Yeah. Mafia~ Fearless and ruthless hitmans. And the red is the color of the blood~ Nice, don't you think?"
Fran gulped after that. She had never liked the mafia, in fact, she hated it. Why? Let's say she had her reasons. But, now she has to heard about Mafia on school? She would complain, but, well... Not the best teacher of the world, he never listen and he only talks about marshmallows.
"Sensei, what about the blue one?" asked a curious Yamamoto.
"Oh, you noticed it~! That's wonderful! Well, that blue marshmallow is the Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria. It is said that the assassination of this person was what caused the World War, so I'll kill him representatively" Byakuran grabbed the blue marshmallow and pretending it to be the Archduke started: "Oh no! Please don't kill me! Nooo!" he ate wildly the marshmallow leaving everyone stoned. "Well… he got killed. It was a delicious murder, don't you think?" he licked his fingers and he really made everyone to shiver in fear.
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"LUNCH TIME!" everyone shouted in jolly.
"Where do you want to eat?"/ "I don't know, let's go outside." / "Ok." "Bla, bla,bla."
Fran remained on her seat, not knowing what to do. She didn't have any money, but she neither wanted to eat her grandma food.
"Hello Fran!" Yamamoto appeared out of nowhere and startled the girl, who only answered with a low "Hi."
"Hey Fran, tell me, do you bring that aien's food?" Gokudera whispered on her ear. That man wasn't right in the head, he though her granny's food was alien's food.
"Yes" she handed over the bento.
"Wooooooh! This is awesome!" Gokudera opened the box and let the rotten smell invade every corner of the room, "It is grosser than yesterday! Where do you get this from? This is definitely alien's food!"
"That's a secret."
"Gokudera-kun, you really think that's alien's food?", Tsuna, who have no talked before, asked.
"Of course Juudaime! Just smell it!" the brunette smelled it, but fainted in an instant.
"Well… That's a nice food" Yamamoto was used to smelly things, after all, he has a sushi restaurant at home.
"Yes, it is" Fran replied with her typical voice, which means no emotions.
"Please tell me, I need to discover that alien!" the silver haired pulled a pair of binoculars and an exploring hat out of nowhere.
"Ma, ma, Gokudera, don't be so insistent", Yamamoto noticed the girl didn't want to say a thing so he tried to help her.
"I told you it is a secret. I made a promise with that alien and if I said a word he will kill me, and it will kill you as well. Do you know how the aliens kill people? They kidnap you, then they tide you to a bed and in a surgery style they open you without anesthesia, making you feel all the pain and..." she saw the frightened faces of Gokudera and Yamamoto so she stopped, "Then they give you ice-cream and live a happy life with you..."
"Fine, I understand the loyalty", he stared at Tsuna, noticing he was now on the floor, "Oh! Juudaime! Are you ok?!", he helped him to stand up and cleaned the dust of his uniform.
"I'm ok Gokudera-kun, don't worry. By the way, Fran, you never eat something so, well… I got worried, and my mom likes to cook so…I brought you this" Tsuna regained conscience and handed to Fran some onigiri. She accepted them with a little "thanks" and started to eat them.
"So… Are they good?" Tsuna asked in a frightened way.
"Yup, they're good" the mint-haired haired said.
"Thanks goodness" he sighed in relief.
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"I'm home!" Fran exclaimed after arriving, but she noticed her grandma was not on the house.
She walked toward the kitchen and there she found the note which read: 'I'm on the hot springs with some good-looking men! They still have teeth! Do not come, granny is having a REALLY GOOD TIME! There is some food on the fridge and there is a letter for you. Did I say they still have teeth?!'
Fran read it with a sweat drip on her head; that was typical of her grandma. She opened the fridge but the smell of the food was enough for her to understand that she will not eat pizza today.
"Maybe I should order a pizza" she said closing the fridge.
She seated on the table with the telephone on hand and dialled the number. That was when she noticed a letter written for her.
"What's that? A letter? Right, grandma said something about that..." she opened it and started to read it, but when she finished she was stoned.
"Hello? Hello? Hello?", the pizza man asked.
"This is bad..." was the only thing Fran mumbled, staring at the letter, shocked.
"So you don't want a pizza?", the pizzaman asked not hearing anything at all for a long time.
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