Okkkkk... I guess this will be a HibariXOC story that was rather stuck in my brain...

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Akira Amano.

Please forgive my terrible sentence structure, my grammar, my naming sense... And everything all together. ._. PLEASE REVIEW TO HELP!

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Yukiko stepped out of the cab and stared at the worn down apartment. She recalled the day before. When she was kicked out of the orphanage.

-Flashback-

'I'm sorry Yukiko , but I really can't hold you here any longer...' The orphanage head looked at her sadly as she sat behind the mahogany desk, her figure creating a dark shadow that stretched across the room.

Yukiko , who knew that this would happen, grinned at the middle-aged woman sadly, before replying in a fake mocking tone, ' I'll miss you obaa-san, see you soon.' The last sentence left echoing in the room as Yukiko took the little amount of clothes she had and left, aiming for Namimori.

After all, going to Namimori won't be that bad, right?

Oh, she was so wrong.

-Flashback end-

Settling into the apartment, Yukiko flung her luggage unto the bed as she unpacked and changed into a reasonably fashionable set of clothes, before heading off to her work place, a small cozy cafe.

Skidding to a stop before she opened the door, she realised that the room was horribly dirty. Wiping dust off the tables and removing the white cloths covering the worn-down furniture, she huffed out a breath of accomplishment before flinging open and slamming the door shut, Trudging tiredly towards the workplace.

Host Club cafe. Host Club cafe. How ridiculous could the name get?

As she entered the cafe, the first thing she noticed was the oriental and cozy feel of thee cafe. At least the design isn't as bad as the name, she thought before heaving a sigh and looking back at it with a resolved look. 'Well, at least they had good pay...' she thought.

"Welcome back, masters! What would you like today?" A flirtatious looking female in her early twenties shouted out of nowhere towards the people behind her, making poor Yukiko jump. Sweatdropping, Yukiko face-palmed before ignoring the lady compleely. 'Stupid crazy bitch,'she thought as she asked another 'host/maid' to lead her to where she could find her future boss.

Lord help me in this place... Yukiko thought desperately as a line consisting of one short and over happy lady, one crazy bimbo (The woman from earlier), one specky girl who seemed rather sane, twins of pig-tailed teens and finally, a Goth.

God. What could go worse.

Alas, things never go our dear protagonist's way, with this being no exception. Just then, a shadow loomed over her from behind, as a high-pitched shriek of "Hello there! You're the new recruit right?" Turning around slowly, Yukiko took a glance at the boss. And heaven had to give her another heart attack.

A gay? Seriously?

This is going to be a longggggg day, Yukiko sighed as she regained her composure, before turning hesitantly. "Ahaha... Erm, konnichiwa Yuko-san?" Before screaming in her mind iternally that she was going to be scarred for life here.

By then, she had already started to regret choosing Namimori.

-Maa maa, only a page break-

Being a 'host' was more tiring than Yukiko had expected.

Dealing with an over-enthusiastic gay manager, irritating wacko twins, a suicidal teen and a bimbo was going to be part of her everyday life from now on.

Scratch that. In fact, it was down right EXHAUSTING.

Dropping everything in her mind, she decided to simply take a bath and forget of worries for now.

Nice, nice, bed. Nothing exists except that and my bath...

Taking a bath in record time, Yukiko changed out of her outside attire and into her pajamas and collapsed on the bed.

All before shooting back up to pack and ready her bag and stuff tomorrow for school. Setting the alarm, one of the only things she brought from the orphanage, she fell asleep, waiting for the next day.


GOMENASAI PEOPLE FOR HAVING THIS CHAPTER SO SHORT! I'M POSTING A FEW CHAPTERS TODAY SO TT^TT SORRY...

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Btw, I edited this...