M:Hey guys! So this is basically a drabble? Snapshot? I'm not really sure what it's classified as but, it is basically small chapters detailing my OC Yume's life before my main story From Vongola to Leaf. So it's like a Prequel, but can be considered a separate story altogether if you don't like crossovers. I decided short chapters since I've tried and failed to right longer chapters and I'm never quite satisfied with how it turns out. The content is accurate about Yume but I feel like it's lacking something. So even though this is much shorter I'm satisfied on how it turned out. That and it's easier for me to write in the meantime with all the work I have to do right now and working on my other fanfics.(A little at a time.)

Anyways enough about that, I hope you all enjoy! ^-^

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Chapter 1: Observing

A young light brown haired fourteen-year-old girl stared out the window, not bothering to stand up as the rest of her classmates hurried out. Most of them would be meeting up with friends and others would be going to clubs. Her name was Kaneko Yume, Kaneko being her surname.

Sighing she kept on looking, waiting for him to appear. 'He should be there soon.' She mused as a rather odd and rambunctious group was waiting by the gates. Rather short tempered boys, a calm one, a rather odd mix of girls and little kids.

Not that that was a bad thing, but still she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. It wasn't fair, why does he get to have friends, and I don't. Is what sometimes passed through her mind before she chided herself. It had been her own fault she never made a friend, and it didn't help that she had closed herself when she had first moved here a few years ago.

Back then she had been chubby, and mourning for the loss of her parents. Her frown deepened as she pushed back those thoughts. It didn't matter, that was in the past. Is what she would say. Truthfully, she had this urge to change herself recently, not much but to be at least to be slightly more open she supposed. However, another part of her was reluctant to change despite that.

Her eyes drifted just as gravity defying brown hair came into view and a small smile formed on her face. To be honest, the boy, Sawada Tsunayoshi, had been the reason for that urge, or perhaps he was the one that encouraged that urge that had been forming to progress. They had never met or talked but she had always watched him, watched as he changed from the Dame-Tsuna he had been. She mentally winced as he tripped so close to his group of friends. He rubbed the back of his head and she imagined he had a sheepish grin as the silver-haired boy rushed to help him up.

Well…mostly. He no longer was the same person she had seen four years ago. He no longer was at the rock bottom of his class, as she had seen from the rankings on mock exams. Nor was he pathetic when it came to sports, but most noticeably was the way he held himself. He no longer seemed to have a resigned air around him as he slouched, rather, now it seemed he had more confidence about himself. Not to mention a whole group of friends, some not even from this school.

He had changed, and she was envious for before he had been like her, alone. 'But that is not the case anymore.' She thought as he and his friends left. She sighed as she stood up, grabbing her bags. It'd be best she left now before the disciplinary committee caught her staying past school hours. She held back a shiver.

No, one. And she means no one. Wanted to get on the Disciplinary leader's bad side. Hibari Kyoya was after all was a fearsome and powerful person. He had to be, since in reality the disciplinary committee was more of a delinquent group than anything, but had an official title and power to back them up. She gripped her bag close as she walked down the halls, being careful as to not bump into any of the remaining students roaming the halls.

Off in the distance she thought she heard the sound of an explosion. 'Ah…something must have happened with them again.' She thought as she continued on without missing a step. If she hadn't observed Sawada for as long as she did, she would have believed she was imagining things. But that wasn't the case, and she was aware that odd things occurred with him and his group of friends. Whether they caused it, or someone or something else did was sometimes debatable from the glimpses she had seen at school.

However, such occurrences rarely happened anymore but she doubted that was the case. She sighed and questioned herself on how the others never appeared to notice anything off. As she turned the opposite direction of where Sawada and his group went she didn't notice that she was being watched.