Disclaimer: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for taking your time to check this out! This is my first Hitman Reborn fic, and I am really excited about! Please wish me luck!

I am in no way, shape, or form associate with Hitman Reborn or it's character. Bella De Luce and any other OCs, belong to me.

Full Summary:

Slight AU! Bella De Luce only moved in with her brother to start a normal life - really! But that was just not was fate had in mind for her. Baseball, guns, gay tendencies, and ballroom dancing. Maybe small-town-nowhere was a lot more interesting than it looked... YamamotoOC

She bit her lip as she stared longingly at the school entrance in front of her. School entrance, as in a school, as in a real school – complete with teachers, students, and classrooms. As in, a building she has never entered once in her life.

AND! To top it all off, it was some no-name school belonging to some no-name town in the middle of freaking Japan. Honestly, of all the places her brother had chosen to live…

There was Tokyo – or Kyoto, Osaka at least! Busy places full of busy people and busy people meant busy money…

She took a deep breath through her nose as she continued to bite her lip.

This place was no were near in comparison to Italia. It was small and…well, unpopulated. She didn't even know if she wanted to go to school anymore.

Sure, she was excited at first – when her brother had told her he got her into the school he taught at. Really, she was! But now that she was actually in front of it, looking at it…

It was nothing like the schools she had seen back home – the fabulous brick walls and flying buttresses and concrete statues and grassy areas with students idly chatting in the midday sun.

She blinked. Nope. No brick. No buttresses. No statues. No students idly chatting and no midday sun.

Well, it might be noon soon if she continued to stand there like an idiot.

The bell had already rang, she was sure, because not only had she overslept, but she got lost her way there. Beloved Onii-chan had morning practice with 'the team' and left the house at the butt crack of dawn, leaving her to fend for herself. Well…she really didn't rush on her way here either – so he was only partially to blame. She had to do her makeup and straighten her hair. She still wanted to look nice for her first day of school in a new town full of new faces.

She sighed again before taking the first step towards the ominous building – God, check out all the white! She felt like she was in a mental ward. Are all schools like this? Where are the furnished corridors and fancy artwork?

Her messenger bag bounced at her hip while she walked through the hallway. Her brother had told her where to locker was (first floor, #223) and her indoor shoes would be in there already. Indoor shoes…shoes, just for wearing inside. Only in Japan…Geez, this is weird.

"For Christ's sake, Legs! You're almost two hours late!" She jumped at the bistouries voice – the empty hallway only seemed to make it even more daunting.

She placed her…outdoor shoes inside her locker before quietly closing it. She blinked at her brother – feeling much like a deer caught in headlights.

"Get to class! Yamato is going to think I lied about bringing you here – or that you even exist! Why the hell are you so freaking late?" He frowned as he adjusted his neck tie. He even clicked his tongue at her.

"Uh, I got lost on the road to life?" Her brother gave her a blank stare and she suddenly became very aware of how quiet the hallway could be.

"Did…did you seriously just quote Naruto?"

She gave him an equally blank stare in return, hoping to hide her embarrassment. "Where's my classroom again?"

He sighed. "Room 2-A, Bella. And try not to embarrass yourself. Because you will have to return here tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that…That's how a real school works, you know?"

"Pfft, like I would do that! Come on, Onii-chan, give me some slack!" She punched him in the shoulder lightly as they walked towards her classroom.

Yeah, she probably would embarrass herself. But her brother didn't need to know that. He would totally hang it over her head and make fun of her when she got home! Which only meant she would be stuck washing all his grody, smelly laundry and cleaning that disgusting thing she had discovered to be the spare bathroom.

The taller man knocked lightly on door in front of them. A deep voice behind the door seemed to be lecturing over something. In English, perhaps? She really couldn't tell. "Yamato-sensei?"

Bella heard the man…Yamato-sensei stop talking.

"Ah, is that you, De Luce-sensei?" She heard Yamato-sensei chuckle. "I see that your transfer -"

"She's right here!" Bella suddenly felt herself being flung into the classroom with a sudden push. "Sorry for her tardiness, Sensei! Please take good care of her!"

"Eh…?" She turned to see no one behind her – apparently her brother was gone with the wind. Ugh! That asshole! Leaving her stranded on an unknown island like this! Surrounded by wild beasts…

"De Luce-chan! Nice of you to join us today! I didn't think you were going to come! Or that you were real!" The man chuckled and the rest of the class giggled in return. Yes, the rest of the class – as in an entire group of people her own age. Peers. I think they are called peers.

"Class! This is De Luce Bella, a transfer student! And she is also the sister of De Luce-sensei in case you couldn't tell." He pronounced her name properly at least. She guessed he was probably familiar with Western languages.

"Um, nice to meet you all. Sorry for being so late on my first day." Her brows furrowed as she smiled.

"That's fine De Luce-chan. Next time will be a detention though~." His smile became a bit creepier, but she nodded in response. She turned towards the class, not really knowing what to do next.

So many kids – all of them were looking at her. It was so…overwhelming. Did they realize how intimidating they were? She hoped she just wasn't blushing. The last thing she wanted was her first impression to be that of a lobster.

She clutched her bag as she glanced back at the teacher. He gave her a cheeky, teasing smile, much like the one of her own brother would give. He looked like he was around the same age as well. Ugh, young teachers – what did they know?

"We're in the middle of English class – do you speak it?"

She quickly nodded. "Yes! Quite fluently!" Oh my God – it's basically the only subject I know I won't fail.

She blinked, hoping she didn't sound too enthusiastic about it. The last thing she wanted was to sound like some sort of nerd. Oh God! What if they thought she was some sort of overly smart geek or something? Would they make fun of her? She mentally groaned to herself. She just needed to shut up. Yup, zip her lip and she would be good to go.

Yamato-sensei chuckled again, patting her on the shoulder. "Take a seat next to Gokudera-kun. Gokudera-kun, please raise your hand."

She looked out in the vast ocean of students – no one raised their hand.

Did that mean that they already thought she was weird? Did they already hate her? Oh God, she wanted to die! And she even straightened her hair this morning…! She began to mentally sob. All that hard work for nothing…

Her teacher sighed. "See that idiot student with the gray hair? He's writing in his weird language all over his class notes. Please sit next to him." His voice changed from chipper to monotone in an instant. As if he wasn't surprised by this at all. Why is he not surprised by this? Does he realize what he just said?

His long arm pointed in the vague direction of the entire classroom. Or maybe she was just avoiding making eye contact with anyone.

"Haha, Gokudera, raise your hand so the new girl knows where to sit!" A dark haired boy towards the back spoke first. Dark hair does not equal gray hair. Can't sit next to him. At least he seemed nice.

"Shut up baseball idiot! I don't want to sit next to some stupid girl! My place belongs next to the Tenth!"

Bella looked at the boy near the front of the classroom. She instantly took notice of the silver-hair and sat down in the empty seat next to him.

Next to the Tenth? What the hell does that mean? Is the Tenth is girlfriend?

"Ah, Go-Gokudera-kun…" Another boy – brunette this time - sitting a few seats behind Gokudera raised his hands in defense as to...ward off the hostility that the nasty boy of giving? Maybe he was the Tenth? Does that mean he was Gokudera's boyfriend?

Gokudera turned toward her as she sat down. They both made eye contact as he sneered at her before returning to his uh, notes.

She clicked her tongue, pulling out a pen and a spiral notebook. With a mouth like that, that poor kid will be a virgin forever.

She froze. A murderous aura surrounded her in an instant.

"Wh-what did you just say?" She glanced up from her bag. The gray haired – er, Gokudera was looming over her. She looked around him, only to see the rest of her classmates giggling and snickering as they glanced between the two.

"Ah..?" The boy who had tried to ward off Gokudera earlier was now sporting a beet red face, and the dark haired boy only began to chuckle.

"Ma, ma, Gokudera –"

Bella's glance was pulled back to the boy in front of her. Realization suddenly hit her like a Tonka truck.

"Di-did I say that outloud? Oh my God! I am so sorry! Whenever I get nervous I – I just blurt random things out! I am so sorry! I didn't mean it!" She covered her loud mouth with her hands. Maybe if she just apologized nicely, he would leave her be (who cared if she meant it or not – he was being way mean!). Her day was already off to a rocky start and it was her first day at a real school and she was already nervous and she already didn't know what to do and – and –

"Ah, Gokudera-kun, I'm sure she didn't mean it!" The brunette boy, again, had butted in. This time he seemed to have some control over the situation. Did he wear the pants in the relationship? That…Gokudera looked back him then glared at Bella before sitting back down in his seat.

Bella put her entire face in her hands, peeking through her fingers. The dark haired boy was still chuckling. And he must have saw her peeking at him or something because he winked. She quickly looked away from him and towards the front of the classroom.

Oh, sweet Jesus! This day couldn't possibly get any worse!

Lunch was just two class periods after English. Which meant not only did she have to sit through math, but she had to sit through history as well.

God, if those two weren't like, the most boring subjects ever.

Bella just couldn't grasp any of it. Not only the subjects – math was…a joke. She never seen anything like the teacher had written on the board, though she tried to catch up or at least put two and two together at least.

History was kind of boring as well. For some reason, Japanese history just didn't strike like it of the history of her own home, not that she really knew much of that either.

But! The worst thing, she figured, had actually been just sitting there, in that wooden seat, for hours upon hours! Okay, not really that long, but it totally felt like it. She thought she was going to die. She hadn't had to sit still that long since, like, ever!

If she wasn't playing with her pen, she was twitching her foot or crossing and re-crossing her legs, or flipping through the blank pages of her notebook. She got some amusement by attempting to check out that weird kid's language, but he kept it hidden pretty well. And he kept glaring at her. Did he realizing how much of an asshole he was acting like? She was just looking, geez.

She also took her time just looking at the students in general. They were a group of nice looking kids, she thought. Even if their attitudes stated otherwise…she glanced back at Gokudera and over to the dark haired boy who was now…sleeping?

She then looked to behind her to the brunette boy who was staring ahead of him into nothing. The drool on his desk began to puddle. That was…unattractive.

The girls were cute though, she thought. A lot seemed to have stylish hair and a few wore makeup.

She twirled her own hair in her hand. She had thrown it up in a ponytail on her way out the door this morning. Even though she had straightened it, it still seemed like a hassle to wear it down all day…

She buried her face in her arms on her desk, letting the cool surface calm her down.

School was so much harder than it looked in the shoujo mangas she had read. So much harder…

"Ah, De Ruce-chan was it?" Bella lifted her head off the desk, blinking slowly. Her contacts had dried out a bit and everything was still blurry.

Her brother had told her that her name would be butchered. And he was right. So she just nodded in response instead of attempting to correct whoever was speaking.

"Its lunch time, you know? Do you want to sit with us?" Her vision focused. In front of her was a small girl, with short brown hair, much like everyone else in class.

"Who are you, again?" Her voice was groggy. Did she really fall asleep?

"Ah! I'm sorry! You can call me Yuki!" She pointed to herself. "And this here is Izumi!" She pointed to the girl next to her. She was slightly taller and a little rounder and her hair was just a little darker.

"Oh, nice to meet you all then. And um, thank you for inviting me, but, uh, my brother wanted to talk to me about something and I'd better see what he wants."

"Your brother is De Ruce-sensei? He is so cute!" Yuki squealed in delight as her friend hit her in the arm.

"Yuki! Don't tell someone their brother is cute! That is so creepy!"

Bella nodded in silent agreement as Yuki through her an apologetic look. "Sorry, I just can't control my mouth sometimes, you know?"

Join the club, kid.

Bella stood up and stretch slightly, pulling a small bag out of her own messenger bag.

"Eto, De Ruce-chan, you are really tall." The Yuki girl continued to babble as she gawked at the now standing girl.

"Um, yeah." Bella chuckled nervously. "I'm all legs and no torso though." She smiled. Damn, these girls were still kind of short. She never had to look down at kids her own age before. And they didn't seem that short when they were sitting down. She felt like a giant. A giant freak. Ugh. Maybe coming here was a bad idea.

"But anyway, thank you for inviting to me lunch. Maybe we can eat together tomorrow?"

Izumi nodded and Yuki just giggled. "Yeah, De Ruce-chan! That sounds awesome!"

"Uh, Bella is fine."

"Huh?"

"Bella. You can call me Bella."

Yuki gave another nod. "Ah! Good! Well, see you after lunch, Beru-chan!"

Bella returned with a small smile. God, she didn't know if she could get used to this…this…this! Ugh!

She excited the classroom in a bit of a hurry, leaving her messenger beg on her desk. It's not like she had anything anyone could possibly want in there.

She remembered what her brother told her yesterday, about how he taught some third year class on the second floor. Was it 3-A? Or maybe 3-B?

She peeked into an empty classroom, her head popping through the cracked door. "Onii-chan?"

"Ah, no dear, your brother teaches next door." She looked towards the owner of the voice – an older woman hunched over her desk, scribbling on paper – grading tests, perhaps?

"Oh, sorry, thank you." The lady smiled as Bella closed the door and walked to 3-B. How did that lady know who her brother was? How did she know she was his sister?

Again, she peeked through the door, but quickly closed it. Her brother seemed to be having a conference with someone. She put her ear to the door and listened in.

"Yamamoto, I don't know what's going on, but lately you've seemed distracted. It's affecting your game. Is everything alright at home? You know you can talk to me, as your coach, I'm here for everyone."

The student…Yamamoto was it? – chuckled in response. "Sorry Coach! I've just been in the clouds I guess. "He laughed again. "I'll get my head in the game – promise."

"That's good to hear," she heard her brother sigh in relief. "We have that game soon and your grades-"

"Yeah, I know. We'll win though! I can feel it!" The door suddenly opened and Bella had to prevent herself from falling on the floor by grabbing the doorframe.

"Yo! You're the new girl!"

"Ah, yeah. Sorry." Didn't he realize that she had been listening in to their conversation? She had been caught red handed! Maybe he didn't care? Or maybe he was an idiot?

"See you at practice, Yamamoto." The boy – Yamamoto (now that she looked at him and not her shoes), was the same dark haired boy from her class. He looked like he would play baseball, now that she really looked at him. And he was tall too – she guessed that they could be the same height give or take an inch.

He left, raising his hand in goodbye as Bella stumbled into the classroom, closing the door behind her.

Her brother turned in his swivel chair and pulled out a paper bag out of his desk drawer.

"So, Legs, how do you like the school so far?" Bella welcomed the childhood nickname. It was old and familiar – unlike this dump.

"I hate it." She pulled a chair to his desk as her brother choked on his sandwich.

"You – you hate it? It's only your first day! Is it because you were late?"

She shook her head as she dumped out her own lunch. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich and juice box. "No. It's just, I can't sit still that long. I feel like I have A.D.D. or something." No way did he need to know about her little incident with what's-his-face this morning. He would totally make fun her and her loud mouth.

"Join a club or something – that way you can focus in school and get your energy out."

"Club? Like what?"

"Well, there's Cooking Club, and Baseball Club, and Soccer Club, and Baseball Club, and Track Club, and Baseball Club, and-"

"You said 'Baseball Club', like, three times already, Onii-chan. Not that I'm noting your favoritism or anything."

"Yeah, well, baseball is the best! Always has been, always will be!" He gave her a wide, childish grin. That idiot.

"Yeah, well," she retorted, "I'll think about it. I haven't played real baseball since I was a kid. Since you lived back at home." She tore the crust off of her sandwich, creating a pile of crumbs in her lap.

Her brother frowned. "Yeah, I heard. I also heard why you got your ass shipped here. Not focusing on your school work, skipping dance lessons. Mom and Pops spent a lot of time looking for those tutors."

Bella snorted and then began to choke. She quickly grabbed her juice box. "Right. Of course they did. On their trips to Moscow, and New York, and London, and Paris. They really took their time."

"They're busy folks, Bels. Give them some slack. You know their area of work is difficult. And I know you didn't make it any easier for them."

"Hey! I was having fun!"

Her brother looked up from his lunch, a brow raised in suspicion. "You told fortunes to tourists for an over priced fee. You and your little posse did acrobatic acts in the park. Don't think I don't know the real reasons why you're here. And it isn't because Mommy and Daddy don't love you." His voice became whiny and nasally as he finished.

"I do not talk like that! And Oba-chan and Poppi didn't care!" She pouted.

"Oba-chan and Poppi don't count. Oba-chan likes to read shoujo manga with you and Poppi thinks you are a fucking miracle."

She continued to pout. "So what if I am? There's nothing wrong with being awesome." And so what is she was his only granddaughter. She's allowed to be spoiled!

"But being conceited makes you look like an asshole."

She paused as her brother finished the rest of his lunch, tossing his paper bag in the trash bin.

Reluctantly, she nodded in reply. "True." Nice to know you can count on your brother for that ever needed ego boost.

The next chapter should be out next week. I really want to have a steady updating schedule. And hopefully (keep your fingers crossed!) the next chapter will be betaed (I am on the hunt for a beta!). Sorry that this one isn't - I got to excited to post it. And the next chapter should have a lot more action or something! X)

And also, please review! Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Really!