A/N: Well, hope you like it :) I finally wrote the first chapter and the plots roughly in my mind so…Enjoy xD
And nothing is actually revealed in this chapter…The later chapters will reveal the plot :3
She gripped the handle of the scythe, panting heavily, as she finally swung it. Her stomach ached with hunger and pain, making it even difficult to do. With the weight of it, it was no surprise, when it slipped from her fingers, slamming against the closest target.
It shattered into pieces, as she messily tucked her black strands of hair, behind her ear.
"Ara…Well, that was tolerable…I can't say that I'm pleased but it wasn't horrible as normal either…You can go have your dinner now…" said the woman, poised impatiently on the arm chair. She stared at her nails, before glancing at her wrist watch.
The time now read twelve o' clock.
"Yes, mother…"She said curtly nodding, before retreating towards the kitchen. As soon as she left the training room, she leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
She sloppily wiped the sweat beading on her forehead, with the end of her t-shirt. She could even smell how repulsive she was.
The stink wasn't going anywhere soon.
She headed towards the kitchen, indifferently placing the leftovers in the microwave.
"Shit…"She muttered under her breath, realizing she had homework to do. She had maths homework to do. It wasn't her strongest subject anyway, well, time to scribble nonsense.
Ara held the spoon with her left hand, feeding herself, as she held her pen with the right, scribbling random answers.
She just wanted it to be over.
Ara stared at the board, eyes wide open, in a futile attempt not to blink. Blinking only makes a person sleepier.
The teacher's voice droned on, and it wasn't long before she drifted off to sleep. Hana rolled her eyes. She was sleeping in class, again.
She nudged the black haired female subtly, earning a few grunts.
"I'm awake…awake…almost…"Ara replied, frantically rubbing her eyes, earning countless looks from the girls seated next to her.
"Jeez, Ara…First day of the new semester and you still can't stay awake…"She said, shaking her head in pity. Ara sheepishly smiled, before adding a yawn for effect.
"Ara-chan? I see you're pretty comfortable with your seating-"
"Yes Sir, I am…" She said cheekily, with a hint of sarcasm. He glared at her, pausing slightly before continuing.
"Well, enjoy it while you can then…The proper seating arrangements will be given tomorrow which will be your permanent places…No protests whatsoever…"
Ara gently closed the locker door, after taking out all her books. Hugging the books to her chest, she headed towards the next corridor.
They stared at her.
She was unbelievably proud, just because she was from a rich family didn't mean she had the right to think that she was better than everyone else.
She didn't even try to make any friends, maybe because she believed that she was too good for them. They heard Hana Kurokawa was her friend, but that also only during class time.
Afterwards, Ara would always ditch her, without fail. The way she walked, was as if she owned the world.
She didn't even talk to Takeshi-kun, Hayato-kun, and Tsuna-kun. They didn't want to admit it, but Tsuna had grown attractive past the years.
At the age of seventeen, he had this sense of maturity and not to mention unbelievably good looks, that couldn't be ignored no matter how hard they tried. He had his own fan club, as soon as he grew taller which was since he turned sixteen.
She didn't even know them, in the first place, so how could she even feel pride.
They talked to them, she didn't. And for that they were proud.
The day passed by, nothing interesting happened, nothing to get involved in. Ara sighed under her breath, mostly in boredom, as she retreated to her locker, through the swarming crowd.
Break time was really the place, when everything set loose.
Ara absentmindedly, bumped against the closest person-causing him to drop all of his books. He had to be a complete klutz to drop stuff on impact.
She wasn't that heavy and strong either.
She stared at him, as he quickly scrambled all his books, almost as if he was used to it.
"Tsuna..."She said slowly, smiling under her breath, meeting the warm, confused gaze of the brown haired male.
"Ara…Sorry…"He replied, slowly, straightening himself. He innocently smiled under his breath, holding the books with a tighter hold.
"We are finally in the same class this year…I think the last time I was in your class was in Grade 1…And now we are in high school…"She said, smiling at him cheekily.
He chuckled, nodding lightly. Growing up together was the sole reason as to why he could treat her as an equal.
Growing up together meaning same school, occasionally same class, and she was just another class mate, and nothing else.
He hardly knew anything about her, other than her name and also she was a nice person to talk to.
"Hana…"She said, leaving the boy stranded as she headed towards her friend. Tsuna ran his fingers through his hair, before heading to his class.
"Judaime! There are you are…Why did you take so long?" asked Gokudera, propping up next to his shoulders, blinking his eyes in enthusiasm.
Yamamoto let out a laugh, at the time he thought was best.
"It was nothing, Gokudera…Bumped onto Ara on the way here, that's all-"
"She knocked you down?!...How dare she? How does she look like and who is she, tenth?" He said, quickly, pulling out two sticks of dynamite.
Yamamoto laughed again, absolutely doing nothing.
"Hie-hi!...Put that away, Gokudera-kun…"He said, gently restraining the bombers hand. He immediately shoved them back into his pocket.
"You're right, Judaime…I'll blast her when no one's around…"He said triumphantly, slowly sinking down onto his chair.
"Ara…I know her…I'll introduce you, Gokudera…She was in Year one with me…She was nice, then…Her name is Ara Camorra …"said Yamamoto chirpily, at the same time munching down the food.
Gokudera grumbled under his breath, frustrated at the lack of knowledge he had, compared to the baseball freak on the student body.
Tsuna groaned, burying his face in his palms out of frustration.
Wait…What Camorra?
Gokudera stared at the table, in front of him. Where had he heard that name before…Camorra?
High School was going to be 'fun'. He could tell.