Me: Hi, Akashicchi-ssu here! I realized that my fanfic kind of sucked since at the time I hadn't fully plotted out the story yet. So here's a rewrite! Sorry for not putting a notice before…

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the rewrite!

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, its characters, story, places in it, etc. etc. I only own Akane. And the Flame that she has goes to BlackSnow999, who helped me while I was at her house for a sleepover. Good times.

Chapter 1

"We have to! It's impossible to control! We'd be endangering not only the Famiglia, but also the civilians!" a man told his companion. This man was dressed in a black coat, and wore a black fedora.

"That's right, as much as I hate to admit it. It has to be done, seeing as I can't possibly control it anymore," his companion said. This one was wearing a tuxedo and a dark green undershirt. "Perhaps it is a sign of weakness?"

The man shook his head. "No, Boss. It can't be weakness. You're doing this to ensure the survival of our Famiglia."

There was a moment of silence before the one known as 'Boss' nodded. "I suppose it isn't. But you are correct in saying that this will benefit our Famiglia greatly. What kind of Famiglia would have a Boss who can't control his own powers?"

The man nodded, and then turned to the unconscious figure lying down on the bed, hooked to some contraptions. "But is it right to use...?" He gestured towards the figure.

The face of the 'Boss' darkened as he clenched his fists. "I have to keep my promise, despite not liking it one bit. Let's start?"

The man glanced towards the figure and frowned, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry for this."

I woke up with a start, clutching my chest as I tried to control my breaths. Glancing at the clock on my bedside table, I saw that it was already seven thirty in the morning. Sighing, I got up and headed to the bathroom, grabbing my uniform along the way as I started changing clothes.

When I had finished, I went down and got some left over sushi from last night and ate it, placing its container in the sink so that I could wash it later.

I grabbed my bag and slipped on my school shoes, heading out of the door and locking it.

As I walked outside, I recalled my dream. It had been occurring a lot in my life. The first time I had it, I was only five years old. The second time was when I was ten. From there, it stopped, until I reached thirteen. It started happening every other week, then eventually, every other night.

I knew that there were chances that dreams such as that would occur a lot, but was it possible for such dreams to keep appearing?

My dream always consisted of those two men and the figure on the bed. I never knew what came next. Did they do something to the figure? Kill the figure? Torture the figure?

Perhaps not.

The men seemed to show concern for the figure, so what else could they have done?

Lost in thought, I didn't realize that there was someone in front of me. I had bumped into that person and landed on my butt. "I'm so sorry."

"Maa, maa~ It's fine, Hiyori-san! It was my fault anyways."

I looked up at the familiar voice and saw my classmate, Yamamoto Takeshi, holding out a hand towards me.

Yamamoto Takeshi was the baseball star, and had several fans. Those fans had formed a fan club and being the deranged fans they were, forbade any other female from having close contact with the boy they worshipped. Funny how they didn't include themselves when they announced the unofficial (and inconsequential) rule that females should always be at least five rulers away from Yamamoto Takeshi.

I took his hand and he pulled me up. I brushed off the possible dirt on my skirt and said, "Thank you, Yamamoto-san. And besides, it was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Are you headed to school, Hiyori-san?" he asked me.

I nodded.

"Do you want to walk there together?" he suggested with that carefree smile on his face.

I shrugged. "I suppose."

He took it as a form of agreement as he started walking the same pace as I did.

"Ne, Hiyori-san, do you like baseball?"

The question didn't surprise me at all. Knowing that he was a baseball nut, it was quite obvious that he'd start a conversation with something about baseball. Academics, as I had observed, were not his forte after all.

I hummed. "I'm not really sure. A person that was close to me was really obsessed with it and made me watch all of his games, so I guess I quite enjoy it a little. I mean, he was a damn good pitcher."

He laughed good naturedly. "Can I meet that person?"

I shook my head. "I don't think you'd want to. I mean, he wouldn't talk to you."

"Oh?" he said, letting out a teasing smile. "Is he your boyfriend? Haha~"

I shook my head again. "Nah, he's my brother."

"Why wouldn't your brother talk to me then?" he asked curiously.

"He can't speak." I said, mentally punching myself. Why in the world would I talk about my brother in the first place? Why did I even mention him? Yamamoto Takeshi wasn't my friend. So why did I? How stupid, Akane.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, scratching the back of his head.

Looking at him, I wondered if he knew exactly what I meant about my brother not being able to speak. It was a high probability that he had misunderstood, after all.

Namimori Middle School was within sight when I looked up. "We're here, Yamamoto-san."

"Haha, we are!" he said, not making any move to leave me.

"Aren't you leaving?" I asked bluntly, but not being cold. I was curious. Why in the world was he still here? Surely he had better things to do, like go for some last minute baseball practice, or hang out with his friends or teammates.

He laughed again. "Why would I, Hiyori-san?"

I shrugged. "Don't you have other things to do?"

"Not at the moment," he said, grinning. "You trying to chase me off or something?"

He was joking, but I had hoped he was serious.

I was tempted to say 'yes', but I didn't, which surprised me. "Not really."

A comfortable silence then followed as we headed towards our classroom.

We had arrived at the doors of Class 2-A.

"Well, looks like we've arrived!" he said. "I'll see you later, I guess, Hiyori-san?"

I shrugged. "Perhaps."

I then entered the classroom first and headed straight to my desk, burying my face in my arms as I tried to catch up on some sleep, which was disrupted by that annoying dream.

The first class was Nezu-sensei's, and it was the perfect time to sleep.

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"We have to! It's impossible to control! We'd be endangering not only the Famiglia, but also the civilians!" a man told his companion. This man was dressed in a black coat, and wore a black fedora.

"That's right, as much as I hate to admit it. It has to be done, seeing as I can't possibly control it anymore," his companion said. This one was wearing a tuxedo and a dark green undershirt. "Perhaps it is a sign of weakness?"

There was a sound that echoed throughout the dark room.

The man shook his head. "No, Boss. It can't be weakness. You're doing this to ensure the survival of our Famiglia."

There was a moment of silence before the one known as 'Boss' nodded. "I suppose it isn't. But you are correct in saying that this will benefit our Famiglia greatly. What kind of Famiglia would have a Boss who can't control his own powers?"

Thwack. Thwack.

The man nodded, and then turned to the unconscious figure lying down on the bed, hooked to some contraptions. "But is it right to use...?" He gestured towards the figure.

The face of the 'Boss' darkened as he clenched his fists. "I have to keep my promise, despite not liking it one bit. Let's start?"

Thwack. Thwack.

The man glanced towards the figure and frowned, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry for this."

Thwack!

I woke up immediately, and found myself in the classroom. In front of me was Nezu-sensei, notably the most annoying teacher in this school, whacking my desk with a stick of sorts.

"Sleeping during class? Why, that seems like a detention for you unless you can answer all ten questions on the board right now!" his voice boomed.

I ignored the giggles and mocking laughs of some of my classmates.

I sat up straight, lazily glancing at the board. "Centripetal force, F=Ma, Newton's Third Law of Motion, gravity, distance–"

"Enough!" Nezu-sensei shouted, his face turning purple with anger. "Go have detention with the Disciplinary Committee! This is the third time you've slept in my class and I will not tolerate it any longer."

I shrugged as I heard some of my classmates gasp at the mention of the D.C. or the Disciplinary Committee. I then began walking out the door, but then I stopped and turned my head towards Nezu-sensei. "If you want me to stop sleeping, perhaps you could teach something that's actually in the school's curriculum?"

I then walked out of the door, smirking to myself as I wondered what his reaction would have been like.

I walked towards the conference room, which was taken by the Disciplinary Committee. I knocked on the door, and then heard a voice that said 'Enter'.

I stepped inside and hurriedly ducked down as I was almost hit by a tonfa.

Sitting on a comfy black leather chair, signing some documents and not bothering to look at me, was Hibari Kyoya, the leader of the D.C., and the one who was feared by almost every person in Namimori.

"What is your business here, herbivore?" he asked me, sparing me a glance before turning back to the papers in front of him.

Standing up straight, I replied, "I was sent here by Nezu-sensei, Hibari-san, for detention. Apparently, he didn't like it when I didn't bother to listen to a lesson that wasn't even in our school's curriculum."

He glanced at me again. "So you are saying that this Nezu has been teaching the students the wrong things?"

I nodded. "It's not the first time he's done it, Hibari-san. There was once a time when Sawada Tsunayoshi was suddenly called by Nezu-sensei during a lesson on algebra, when Nezu-sensei substituted for our math teacher, and Nezu-sensei forced him to answer a calculus question. And, as I'm sure you know, calculus shouldn't even be taught yet, if our class is only supposed to learn algebra."

He surveyed me for a moment. "If you are correct, there shall be no detention for you, and I shall bite that herbivore to death. In the meantime, you shall stay here, in case you are wrong."

I nodded and sat on one of the couches in front of his desk.

He then stood up and walked past me, heading out and closing the door.

I yawned and leaned against the couch, placing an arm on top of my eyes, starting to fall asleep.

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"Herbivore, wake up."

I removed my arm and cracked open an eye and saw Hibari Kyoya looking down at me as he stood in front of the couch I was sitting on.

I stretched and stood up. "Yes, Hibari-san?"

"From what some of your more herbivorous classmates have said, your claim is right and the herbivore has been bitten to death. However, the principal insisted that I not remove the herbivore from his job, as he is a Tokyo graduate." Hibari told me as he sat back down on his chair. "Since there is no detention for you, get out, herbivore."

"Ok, thanks, Hibari-san." I said as I began to walk out the door.

"And what would you even be thanking me for, herbivore?" he asked.

I turned around and said, "I guess it's for your efforts to find out if what I said was right or not. You could've just said I was lying."

"I would do no such thing, herbivore. Namimori Middle School should be free from herbivores that will disrupt the peace, and education. Any rumor should be investigated immediately. Do not go thinking that I, a carnivore, did it for someone like you, herbivore."

I shrugged. "Thanks, anyways."

I then walked out of the room.

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When dismissal time came, I packed up my stuff and began heading out of the classroom when three of my female classmates blocked my way, their arms crossed.

"If you don't mind, could you move?" I asked them with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't go thinking that you can have Yamamoto-sama, Hiyori!" the one in the middle, who I recognized as Chitose Mayuri, president of Yamamoto's fanclub, said.

"Why were you walking with Yamamoto-sama?!" the one on her right, Ryuzaki Erika, exclaimed.

"And why were you even talking to him?!" the one on Chitose's left, Inoue Miyuki, added.

"First of all, I don't like Yamamoto the way you do. I'm not obsessed with him. Second, he asked if we could walk together since we encountered each other this morning. Lastly, I spoke to him because humans have the capability to speak." I said.

"That doesn't mean that you have the right to speak to him!" Chitose said, enraged.

"As far as I know, this is a free country." I said. "Now, go run along, you obsessed freaks. I have better things to do."

"Why you –" Chitose said, bringing up a hand to slap me.

Before her hand could come in contact with my cheek, I held her wrist and tightened my grip on it. "Know this, Chitose. Yamamoto's not even my friend, nor did I ever bother to talk to him unless it was for a group work. I'm sure you'd know that since you're obsessed with him. Since you all keep tabs on what he does, I know that you know that the last time I've spoken to him was fifth grade."

Chitose growled as I released her wrist and stomped off, followed by her two minions.

I sighed exasperatedly, then walked away, heading out of the school, and passing by some weird baby wearing a fedora.

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(Third Person POV)

Reborn watched as the brown haired girl walked off, not even bothering to give him a second glance. His phone rang and he answered it. "Yes, Nono?"

"Have you found her?" Timoteo, the Ninth Boss of the Vongola Family, asked the hitman.

"I believe I have." Reborn replied, as the girl disappeared from his sight. "There are faint traces of it here in Namimori, and they all lead to her."

"Follow her, and when you're sure, tell her. Make her understand her importance to the Famiglia. And when she accepts it, I'm bringing her to Italy."

"Why there? Why can't she remain in Japan?" Reborn asked.

"The closer she is to him, the lesser danger he would pose." Timoteo replied.

"I suppose so." Reborn said. "Alright, then."

"Thank you so much, Reborn."

"No problem. I am, after all, the best hitman in the world."

Timoteo chuckled. "Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night."

Timoteo then hung up, making Reborn click his tongue. "That damn old man…"

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Me: So, was it better or something? I hope it was! Review please!

Oh, and by the way, I was thinking of changing the pairings. So, please go to the poll on my profile to vote, or leave a review telling your choice. I need to know so that I can plan the chapters already.

Thank you!