I do not own KHR, though I certainly wouldn't refuse the money made from selling it...

Chapter 1

Well shit. This was a sucky way to die. She knew she had bad luck when it came to jinxes and this had proven it. Her name was Naomi. She was nineteen years old and was half Japanese on her mom's side and one fourth Italian and one fourth American on her dad's side. In other words, a whole bunch of different races mixed together because of the immigrants from all the other countries, or as she liked to joke about, mutt. She had brown hair (her mother's), blue eyes (from her father), and fairly clean but golden yellow skin. She is, err, was attending the Tokyo Medical University.

She had been walking back to her apartment late at night cause she'd been at cram school. One of her male friends had offered to walk her home saying that it was dangerous and could get mugged or something. She had declined, confident in her black belt Judo skills, saying that she would be fine. "What's the worse that could happen anyway?" she had joked. "Get killed by a mad man or something?" That right there had been her jinx. Little did she know, as she didn't listen to radio reports and rarely read the newspaper, that there was indeed crazy murderer on the loose in Tokyo at that time. It also just happened to be that she fit the crazy man's target: half blood foreign women.

Anyway, she was walking along an empty (cause it was 11:45 p.m.) street when a guy stumbled out of a nearby alleyway. He looked drunk and was stumbling while singing weird drinking songs under his breath. She had intended to stay away from but when she saw him nearly trip as they passed by each other, being the Good Samaritan she was, she had rushed to catch him. It was only a few moments after catching him did the pain nerves in her stomach reach her brain and a sharp dose of pain racked through her. She looked down to see a bowie knife stuck in her stomach. She looked up at the face of the supposedly drunk man to see a maniacal grin on his face. His eyes were full of glee and insanity.

"Ha! Take that you stupid bitch!" he said gleefully. "You stupid foreign dirty mutts should just stay out of our country!" He pushed her back and she collapsed onto her back, the knife still in her. He then began kicking her side until he spit on her and walked away.

She was in so much pain when he was kicking her. But strangely enough, right now she didn't feel it. Shock, the logical doctor part of her mind told her. The knife had gone through her large intestines and her stomach and she knew she would probably faint and then die from blood loss.

Damn, she thought, I didn't get to try those new coffee beans that were supposed to arrive tomorrow at the Café. So many regrets… Speaking of coffee and regrets, it suddenly reminded her of her favorite manga and anime series Katekyo Hitman Reborn, or KHR. Her favorite character was the sadistic, coffee loving, baby tutor Reborn. He looked like a two year old baby, wore a nice black suit made just for him, had black eyes, black shaggy hair, curly sideburns, and always wore a yellow pacifier. He was called the Number One Hitman and had been an adult male in his prime before he was cursed into his baby form. Heh, she thought to herself, I'm dying. I might as well jinx myself one last time for the hell of it. After all, what's the worse that could happen, be reincarnated into the world of Katekyo Hitman Reborn of something? After that, she blacked out.

When she woke, it was dark, tight and warm. "Where am I?" she asked herself. All of a sudden, it got a whole lot tighter. Then she was abruptly thrust out of somewhere and it was cold. She opened her eyes and saw a woman towering over her and she was huge! She tried to give out a scream in shock and terror but it came out as a wail. The woman, who she now recognized as a nurse, was wrapping her in something. She tried looking at it and saw that it was a pink blanket. It's not her that's big, she realized, it was her that was tiny! She was a g*d d ^n baby! Then she was in a different woman's arms. As she looked up at the woman, she was greeted to the happiest, gentlest, and most loving smile ever. Seriously, her now past parents had been good parents, but they hadn't been all real touch feely and all that. Not surprising really when she thought about it. Her mother had been a surgeon and was always busy and therefore never really had time to spend with her. Her father had been a Judo master and ran a dojo. That's where she had learned judo. Her father had also been a big believer in "tough love" and even though she knew he loved her, he wasn't really a cuddles guy.

Anyhow, back to the present. Her new mother, she could confidently say, was one of the most beautiful woman she had never seen, and that was counting all the skanky women that went through lots of surgery to make themselves look better. Having been a past doctor(ish, she was technically still a student with lots of surgery know how she got from her mom) she could tell that her mom's beauty was one hundred percent natural. She had black silky and wavy hair, vibrant green eyes, high cheekbones, and long eyelashes.

The mother had been watching her baby girl observe her and was struck by the resemblance she had to the man that she loved and thought that she was said. She had been in an accident and had not regained her memories until recently. Before that, she had been clueless about who she was and was pregnant. When she had finally regained her memories, she had heard that he had been turned into a baby. She had gone to find him and when she met him, he didn't know who she was! He had blocked or erased most of the personal memories of his past life. She realized that her baby's life wouldn't be easy and that they would probably be targeted when they saw whom her child resembled. Especially with those curly sideburns.

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