Oh mah god, I am actually working on a new story even though I have crap load of stuff already on my list. But no matter how much I tried to ignore this idea, it would not leave me alone. I'm serious; I've tried to ignore the idea but it would not go away.

IT. WOULD. NOT. FREAKING. GO. AWAY.

Which is probably why I am now typing this up. Don't worry, I'll still be writing The Guardian Angel and Fragments of Lost Memories, it's just that my inspiration for both stories happens to be lagging at the moment. Thus the reason as to why I am starting this. So anyways, now that I'm done lamenting my inability to curb my inspiration, on to the story.

You'll notice that there are A LOT of differences from the canon KHR. Of course, there will still be recognizeable parts, but for the most part quite a bit has changed. Like the fact that this is taking place during second year and not first. And that the main character isn't Tsuna.

Think you can spot the differences?

Disclaimer: I do now own KHR. I do, however, own the OC who will be playing the part of Tsuna's twin sister as well as the characters you don't recognize and the plot.

Chapter One

"Hey, the mid-term results have been posted!"

The second-year students who had gathered in the hallway surged forward, jostling each other occasionally and standing on the tips of their toes so that they could get a better view at the board and see who had ranked in the top ten. But the one thing that all the students wanted to know was who had the highest score out of over a hundred students in their year and therefore the number one ranking out of all of them.

All except one. And it just so happened that the student in particular who did not want to have the highest grade out of all the second years was, according to the board, number one among her peers.

Great.

"So who has the highest score?"

"Who else? It's the same person ever since we started Middle School: Sawada Sora."

"Again? And one of her friends happens to be in second!"

"Isn't Sawada Sora the class president of Class 2-A?"

"Yeah, that's her. She's also the only one who can stand up to Hibari-san!"

"She's also a complete bitch to practically everyone else though."

Listening to the whispers around her, a girl with chocolate brown hair who was standing a little ways from the general group of second years was rolling her red-brown eyes as she listened to the students talking. The one reason why she hadn't wanted to be at the top of her year academically again was because it would give the people who decided that they didn't like her even more incentive to talk badly about her.

"She must think that she's special!"

"Hey! Keep your voice down! She's glaring at us!"

"Why? Someone should let her know that she makes the rest of us look bad!"

"Kyoko-chan deserves to be in first!"

"I bet she looks down on us when she knows we're not looking. It wouldn't surprise me with that cold attitude of hers."

Honestly, why were the girls in her school so petty? If they had time to talk about her, then they definitely had time to hit the books and study to bring their own marks up or go out to a field and practice whatever sport they were in to improve their own abilities. What did they expect if all they did was gaze admiringly at their class baseball star, Yamamoto Takeshi or talk badly about everyone else?

Then again her friends, her cousin, and even her own mom told her she studied way too much for a normal girl her age and didn't get out enough. The only way she went anywhere with anyone was when someone invited her to go with them.

Or forcefully dragged her out of the room.

Sora didn't bother telling them to shut up; they would just gossip out of her hearing distance or if she wasn't in the room. Besides, they knew better than to push her too far.

Hearing someone calling her name, she turned her head to see her two only friends walking towards her.

"Sora-chan! You got first place again!" Kasumi was smiling so brightly at her that Sora couldn't help but give her friend a small smile in return.

But her smile dropped slightly when she noticed that Kasumi was looking a little flushed and a bit unsteady on her feet. The girl should have been at home in bed and getting some rest, but she had really wanted to see what she had gotten in the mid-terms and came to school instead.

Kinomoto Kasumi was one of Sora's friends. With light skin, blue eyes and long black hair she looked like a porcelain doll. Combined with the fact that she was absent a lot from school and couldn't participate in PE because of her weak constitution, she really did give off the image of being a delicate beauty.

For some reason, the boys of their school found this aspect of Kasumi attractive and of course this gave some of the other girls a reason to hate her. It didn't help that despite the fact that she often had to miss school because of her health, Kasumi always managed to be ranked in the top ten.

Glancing over at the board, Sora saw that Kasumi had placed second this term. Last term, she had been in ninth place. It was nice to know that the study sessions over at Kasumi's house had paid off for them.

"Big surprise there." The girl standing next to Kasumi remarked, her arms folded across her chest and her lips pulled into an uncharacteristic frown. "You've been in first place ever since the first term of our first year!" Her violet eyes scrutinized Sora. "Are you sure there is no secret to you getting good grades?"

Sora gave her other friend a flat look. "Besides studying? No. And what are you complaining about? You were mostly goofing off during our study sessions for mid-terms but you managed to rank seventeen!"

Tsukuyomi Arisa was known for her athleticism and out going, positive tom boy personality. She wasn't afraid to get down and dirty or mouth off at her senpais who abused their seniority over students. She didn't care that she was failing home economics class and would be voted worse wife ever; she was a free spirited person who didn't care about the fact she was unable to conform to the japanese society's ideal version of Yamato Nadeshiko.

Though the portion that made up her vastly different personality from most girls in Japan could be because she was a 'nisei'; someone who had Japanese parents and was Japanese in appearance but wasn't born in Japan. Arisa had lived in the States until the beginning of middle school when her parents decided to move back to her father's home town where he grew up in.

Of course, Arisa's straight-forward personality hadn't made her popular among others. Something she herself noticed, but didn't seem to care about.

"That's nothing compared to being among the top ten!"

"It's a huge improvement from last time." Sora retorted. "Weren't you nearly dead last during the last time we had exams?"

Arisa opened her mouth and then paused before she could say anything, appearing thoughtful for around a minute before she broke out into a grin and put her hands behind her head.

"Hey yeah, it is a big improvement! Why didn't I think of it that way?"

Kasumi giggled and Sora shook her head. It was amusing how Arisa could go from being in a bad mood to a good one in a split-second that it was practically a record.

"Hey, Sora, will you treat me to lunch now that I scored in the top twenty?"

The brunette glared at her friend, wondering how in the world Arisa thought that getting a high score meant being treated to a free meal.

"No."

[~~~]

After the start of her second week of middle school as a first year, there wasn't a single person in Namimori Middle who didn't know her name. Especially since she had talked back to Hibari Kyoya and shortly beat up the thugs (who were delinquents with pompadours) he had sent to greet her at the front gate after she had defied him.

Of course, such blatant displays of breaking what was the school 'norms' (at least for Namimori Middle) made her the topic of gossip. Ever since Hibari had turned most of the school delinquents into his own personal men who kept order in the school through means of physical force, everyone else had been afraid of him. The delinquents under his command were bad enough, but Hibari could instill fear into other people by just being in the general area alone.

And thus the Namimori Middle School Discipline Committee was born.

Sora had displayed that day in front of the school gates where many students were witness that she was unafraid of both him and his delinquent lackeys. And soon enough the 'lackeys' came to not only fear their leader, but the first year who had the guts to defy him and beat them up.

In her actions, she had earned the respect from the other students. Unfortunately, with respect there would always be others who would loathe that person. Sora soon became unpopular among her own gender and when she was nominated as Class President for 2-A, the amniosity towards her only grew much to her chagrin.

But Sora learned to tune it out a long time ago. She had earned their hatred by her particularly cold reception towards others at the beginning of her first year by both being emotionally distant to her own peers as well as disrespectful to her senpais, even though the older students she had shown attitude towards had not deserved respect from anyone at all.

Maybe if she had been nicer to her classmates, they wouldn't dislike her. Unfortunately, it was too late for that.

Sora probably would have given a damn back in elementary, but things were different now. The blue cloth glove covering on her left arm that extended from her hand to her elbow was proof of that in more ways than one.

Ever since-

"Sora, can I have one of your korokke?"

Sora stared at Arisa, who already had her chopsticks on one of the three breaded pieces of potato patty in her bento box. The girl who had asked the question had a pleading gaze in her eyes and Sora flatly stared at her before finally saying yes, Arisa could mooch off of her like she did every day.

"Thanks!" And Arisa was already cramming the korokke into her mouth, completely oblivious to her display of lack of manners.

In return, Sora snatched one of Arisa's California rolls and popped it into her mouth before she could take it back.

"Hey!"

Sora shrugged. "Consider it a fair trade. My korokke for your sushi."

Arisa grumbled, but even she saw that the trade off was fair and Kasumi just watched the exchange between her friends in amusement.

"Moocher." Arisa said, before continuing to eat her own lunch.

Before Sora could make a retort to that statement, she saw Kasumi glancing curiously over her shoulder and realized that someone was standing behind her.
With a sigh, she slowly turned in her seat to face the onslaught of what would surely be one of classmates who was less than happy with the current mid-term results and who wanted to say so right to her face.

However, instead of someone fuming and looking pissed off, she was greeted with the impassive stare of a dark haired classmate of hers named Kurokawa Hana. Hana's best friend Sasagawa Kyoko was right standing behind her.

Sora raised an eyebrow at them as she wondered what the two of them wanted. Even though Kurokawa Hana and Sasagawa Kyoko were one of the few people who didn't give her grief, Sora didn't interact with them unless they themselves came up to her to discuss something. In the past, Kyoko had asked her for help on assignments on three different occasions.

"Kurokawa-san, Sasagawa-san, is there something I can help you out with?" Besides Arisa and Kasumi, Sora addressed the rest of her classmates and other students in the school by their last name.

"Looks like you scored first again, Class President." Hana said, folding her arns across her chest. "Though should we really be surprised at this point?"

Sora couldn't help rolling her eyes. "Honestly, you act as if you expected me to fail this term."

"I wouldn't go that far." Hana snorted. "But I wouldn't be lying if I said there were people who were out there plotting to make you fail and bump you out of first."

That was a new one. Someone who wasn't bitter about her score since the day began.

"Congratulations, Sawada-san!" Kyoko was smiling brightly; even more so than Kasumi had earlier.

Unlike Sora, Hana and Kyoko were well liked among the students of both genders not only in their own year, but in the first and thirds as well. The latter was regarded as being Namimori Middle's School Idol; with her light coloured caramel hair and golden eyes, she certainly fit the appearance. And not only that but Kyoko had a kind and caring nature that made her difficult to hate, even for Sora who found it easy to dislike other people.

At first, Sora thought Sasagawa's kindness was fake. But after a few days of being classmates, she learned that Kyoko was a genuine nice person. She wasn't fake at all and was as sweet as her appearance implied her to be, though there were times that Sora found her a bit annoying.

"Uh, thanks." Sora said, a little surprised that the School Idol herself had come over to literally congratulate her. "But you placed fourteen; that's still pretty good." Not in the top ten, but it was still something to be proud of considering just how many students there were in one year.

And hey, she was above Arisa. And the red head knew it too, especially with the way she was scowling at the School Idol.

Kyoko smiled again, but it wasn't as big as when she had first come over with Hana.

"Nothing compared to first, though."

There wasn't really anything Sora could say to that, and saying otherwise probably would have made things worse.

"So what did you come over for?" Arisa said, interrupting the awkward silence. "Cause if you're hoping to get some pointers to improve your score, she's just going to tell you to go home and study."

Hana gave her a look of disgust as Kyoko's cheeks flushed pink.

"Tsukuyomi, do you just say what's on your mind or is the filter up there broken?"

Arisa's response made Sora snort and Kasumi 'cough'.

"What filter?"

Hana glared at Arisa before nudging her friend forward. "Go on Kyoko. Ask her what you wanted."

"So then why did you come if Sasagawa was the one who wanted to ask the Class President for something?" Arisa persisted, making the School Idol flush even more.

'Arisa just loves digging herself bigger holes, doesn't she?' Sora said blankly in her mind.

But Sora wasn't at all surprised that Kyoko had come up with Hana to speak with her. Usually when she spoke with other people, the other person was usually with someone else. Or two. Or three. The most she had spoken with was when a group composed of six sneering third year girls thought that Sora was getting big headed and needed to be put in her place.

How Sora loved humiliating them after that.

Arisa was the one who had broken it to her one day: a lot of the students found Sora to be really intimidating. They may have respected her, but at the same time they found her the kind of person to be feared. Maybe if she wasn't such an Ice Queen ninety-five percent of the time, Arisa said, they probably wouldn't be so freaked out when they were talking to her.

"Um... Sawada-san." Kyoko began hesitantly.

Sora waited patiently.

"I was wondering if you could tell me what I did wrong..." Kyoko brought out a paper and Sora saw that it was the English mid-term.

The brunette wordlessly took the sheet from the girl and started scanning it. She noted that the score at the top of the page was sixty; it was barely a pass, but it was a whole lot better than borderline. Briefly, Sora wondered how Kyoko was fourteen out of all the scores with this kind of mark, but didn't dwell too deeply about it. Just because Kyoko was air headed when it came to perceiving the admiring stares of the male population didn't necessarily mean she was book dumb.

As Sora examined the paper and took mental note of why parts of Kyoko's paper was riddled with red marks, she didn't realize that Arisa was looking over her shoulder until the red head pointed something out to the School Idol in a not-so-quiet voice.

"Here's a mistake: Your is a posessive adjective and you're is a contraction of 'you are'. You switched the two around so it reads 'You are apple pie is done' and 'Your good at singing'."

Sora glared at her friend and moved the paper out from her line of sight.

But she knew Arisa was right; Sora was better at english than most of her classmates, but Arisa had spent most of her life in North America and was much more familiar with the universal language than Sora was. In fact, Arisa had scored higher than Sora in english.

Looking up at Kyoko, Sora confirmed that Arisa was correct. Then taking her own blue pen to differentiate from the teacher's red, Sora corrected the other errors that Kyoko had made with Arisa occasionally remarking on parts that were 'obvious' until Kasumi smacked her on the head and told her to not to look at someone else's work and start criticizing it. Not everyone excelled in english as Arisa did, after all.

Sora looked the paper over again to make sure that she hadn't missed anything before handing it back to Kyoko. The School Idol thanked her and Sora smiled back before resuming to ear her lunch. Or she would have if the girls on the other side of the room hadn't started talking.

God, could she go one day without hearing anything deragatory said about her?

"I bet she thinks she's better than Kyoko-chan because she went up to her for help!"

"Did you hear Tsukuyomi? Just because she's lived in America, she acts like she knows a lot more than us!"

"Kyoko-chan should have been the one in first! At least she doesn't look down on us! Why does someone like Sawada have such good grades?"

"She probably has to study all day." The chatty gossips burst into a fit of giggles.

"Is it a surprise that Kinomoto got second?"

"Well they are friends."

"But Kinomoto is absent all the time! How does she get to be in second?"

"Apparently Class President takes notes for her and delivers them to her house for her!"

"It's not fair. Some people get all the luck."

Sora wasn't able to hear the rest of the conversation as the girls walked out of the room. Silence hung in the air between them as the three friends digested the gossips' words before Arisa snorted and pushed her lunch box away.

"They really know how to ruin an appetite." Arisa grumbled, glaring in the direction the girls had last been before they left.

"Ignore them. Apparently everything I do upsets them in some way or another." Sora sighed. She took a bite of her last korokke, but for some reason it tasted bland in her mouth.

[~~~]

By the time Sora got home late in the afternoon, she was exhausted. She greeted her mom who was in the kitchen already making dinner before going up to her room to get a head start on her homework. After finishing english (which was only one sheet), she found that she couldn't bring herself to do any more and shoved the books and sheets to the side. She stacked up the homework she had to do for tomorrow in a neat pile on her desk then went over to her bed and collapsed on it, burying her face in to the pillow.

She was tired.

She was so tired.

So very, very tired.

Day after day, Sora felt completely drained. Even sleeping fourteen hours straight once hadn't made the tired feeling go away; it just served to make her very reluctant to get out of her own bed until her mother went up to her room and said lunch was ready. And though she tried to keep up a front that everything was a-okay with her, she had the feeling that everyone around her was beginning to notice that something was up. She knew that she'd have to spill sooner or later, but she would deal with that when it came around.

Though her older cousin Ieyasu was pretty persistent in his attempts to get her to talk. Last time he came over to have dinner with her and mom, she had nearly thrown her textbook at his head if just to get him to leave her alone.

Lifting her head from the pillow, she found herself staring at a photograph inside an elaborately decorated frame that lay in the middle of her bed's built in shelf.

It was a picture of three people. She was in it and standing beside her was her twin brother, Tsuna. Being so busy with mid-terms and all, she had practically forgotten about him.

Sora and Tsuna were fraternal twins, something that was made obvious with the fact that they were born as a girl and boy respectively. Tsuna's hair was spiky and a shade of light brown in contrast to the straight dark brown that Sora had inherited from their mother. But he did have her brown eyes while Sora's red-brown had skipped over from her grandparents' generation. Even with those differences, there was still a physical resemblance between the two of them that you could see if you looked closely.

The third person in the picture was a girl with copper hair and amber eyes who stood next to Sora on her other side. She was taller than the Sawada twins (who were six at the time the picture was taken), signalling that she was older than them.

The three of them looked happy; Sora was grinning, Tsuna was smiling shyly and Mizuki... Mizuki looked the happiest out of all of them. Her grin was even bigger than Sora's.

Sora put the picture back on the shelf again and plopped back onto the bed. She stared up at the ceiling.

In the past, she had been so much happier; not the 'Ice Queen' she was today. She used to be out going and social, and her grades weren't that good since she couldn't be bothered to concentrate on her school work because she was too busy playing with the other students.

But now... things were different.

Then one day out of the blue, her dad one day and upped and took Tsuna to Italy with no explanation other than he was going to raise Tsuna to be a man. That was the last time Sora had seen him. No phone calls, no letters, no e-mail... nothing. She had no idea how he was doing at all.

It was like she never had a brother at all.

And as for Mizuki...

A bitter smile crept on to Sora's face and her left arm ached painfully.

She hadn't seen Mizuki for two years.

And she would never see her again for as long as she lived.

And I'm done! Whoo, this chapter didn't take as long as I thought it would to type up and I kept erasing parts and re-writing them because I wasn't satisfied with it. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this. The first chapter was just an introduction to the story and there are some differences that you'll notice later on.

Hopefully Sora isn't portrayed as being a mary-sue, but you never know.

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