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Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! (nah i actually own it you guys haha *bricked*)

"I am talking."

'I am thinking.'

"I am talking, but in another language (cause I refuse to use google translate and look like a bumbling idiot)."

It's been awhile since she last spoke with a person.

Not that she minded of course, not every stranger had to come up to her and strike up a conversation, be it friendly or not. She would become uncomfortable and awkward and would start rambling while mumbling and going off topic, until the person couldn't keep up with her and lost interest. They would make an excuse they had somewhere to be or there was something they had to do- and left. And that was okay with her.

But she can only go so far to ignore them, until something seems off. Honestly it embarrasses her how long it took to notice.

It started when she roamed the busy streets of Tokyo, Japan, randomly craving for something sweet and a bit sour. 'Maybe a blue raspberry lollipop will do the trick.' She thought stopping in front of what looked like a drug store. She pushed the door about, the belling ringing, indicating her existence inside the store, and slowly walked passed by varieties of chips, candy, drinks, and many more items that you would expect from a shop.

Not in much of a hurry, she examined the aisles, searching for anything that she might be craving for in the near future, before heading back into the fancy-ish hotel she was staying at (she avoided going out, despite being in a new country and continent- she's just not good with coping with reality) where she was staying with her mom and sister. But she barely sees them, probably off somewhere exploring the sights that Japan gives them, with arms wide open. That was yesterday.

It was weird not seeing them when she woke up that afternoon. But then again she stayed up very late at night (though I guess they came in much later since she didn't see them then either) and she must have slept in while they went out. Again.

While she was scanning for anything of interest, she found something that caught her eye.

There on the rack, was a small trinket of an adorable light pink ghost, its face void of expression inside plastic wrapping, the price sticker stuck on the package. It was only thing that was left, so she guessed this little thing was popular with the kids (or so she thinks).

Below the pink ghost, was writing, (probably) explaining its value and whatnot that'll somehow convince people to buy it. Or maybe the sign was saying something of caution, like, a choking hazard for babies and toddlers and people who have a Vore kink.

But unfortunately for tourist who have no knowledge of the Japanese language, it meant jack shit for them.

"I can't read shit." She whispers, a tourist who was one of those types.

She stared at it for a few seconds, thinking whether she should take or not, but mentally shrugs, taking the last little ghost off the rack, now empty. It looked off, since the other racks were filled with other small trinkets and toys, making it seemingly out of place.

She felt kind of bad for it, but shook her head. It was inanimate object, incapable of having emotions.

'Gotta bring a souvenir for the oohs and aahs.' She thought blandly walking away, snorting softly to herself, hoping the strange and unnecessary guilt would shake off.

She went up to the cashier who was reading a newspaper (who does that nowadays?), placing the ghost on the counter, waiting for the worker to do their "beep-beep-cha-ching" thing.

They just ignored her, flipping the page, giving her no recognition of her presence. Used to these kinds of behaviors (she was indeed very quiet, despite being overweight but her foot steps can be light if she wanted them to be), she cleared her throat. That usually does the trick.

Nothing.

Maybe they didn't hear her well or she didn't do it loudly enough. But not wanting to repeat the action again she spoke out softly.

"Hey."

They didn't blink.

'Okay... that's weird.' She thought, pursing her lips into a thin line, slightly annoyed. 'Either they're racist, or they're just deaf and forgot to put on their hearing aids.'

"Hello... um... I'm waiting..."

Flip.

She sighed wearily, scratching her hair and shifted side to side awkwardly. She left her head drop her eyes landing on her shoes.

'Maybe... I'll just come back another time...?' She bit her lip, eyeing the exit. 'No... I wanna get this over with as quickly as possible.' She snapped her eyes back to the cashier with new-found courage, with eyes lighting up in determination.

"Hey Mister!" She loudly proclaimed, trying to use her "American" voice eh, smacking her hands against the counter for the "Dramatic feels".

The cashier let out a shriek- rivaling a banshee's- dark brown eyes blown wide open in absolute shock, locking it with her equally dark orbs, resembling a deer caught in headlights.

Though there was something off about the way they looked, other than a cornered prey (or just scared shitless). She could feel their eyes on her, but it doesn't have that feeling when they're eyes are landed directly on her. It was missing that... weight that it usually has when somebody was staring at her. But it felt like their eyes were staring right through her, like she was some sort of ghost.

And they did actually go pale like a clean, white sheet of paper, like they've, in fact, just seen one.

A little concerned and a tiny bit frightened, she spoke out, hoping it wouldn't startle the poor person too much. "You... okay there dude?"

And the cashier let out screamed.

"GHOST!"

Before she could react, her eyes absently trailed over the morning's headline paper only catching pieces of words-

Bus crashed into- explosions- 10 survivors- 1 dead- LEANNE- aged 15- family distraught from loss- GET 50% OFF ON CAR DEALS-

And everything instantly went to hell after that.

Someday, we fanfiction writers will soon one day get over the "DIE IN AN VEHICLE ACCIDENT" trope, but today is not that day.

So for now, we shall exploit it into good(?) use.

Well! Anyways stay tuned for the the chapter! Sorry for the lil cliffhanger but hey-

Gotta keep you guys on edge to make this... work interesting I guess.

Hey, have you guys noticed I haven't fully introduced my (SI)OC's name and only at the end but just once? Well that's because I wanted Tsuna, Leanne's supposed imagined friend towards him (and older sister) to name her. So any cute name suggestions would be nice. Think like a 5 year old when you do this.

Well question of the chapter: Who is your favorite character? And why?