Chapter One: Reborn?

It was weird. It took me what felt like was forever until I was able to understand what was happening.

I didn't remember a thing-Heck, I don't even know my name-other than dying at some point. I remember living in a different life before this happened. I also remember being in love with an anime called Katekyo Hitman Reborn and always exclaimed how much I loved Hibari Kyoya.

But dying wasn't the strange thing. It was being reborn. I opened my eyes and saw a bright light and it was cold so, out of (not of) my instincts, I began to cry. Someone wrapped a warm blanket around me. With that, I calmed down a bit, but still had tears in my eyes.

"She gave us quite a scare for a second, when we saw that she wasn't breathing." I heard. I looked into the eyes of the woman who was holding me.

I learned more about my surroundings and who I was as I grew older.

My name is Nagi. Or Chrome from KHR!. My mother is a celebrity and I don't know who my real father is, since I live with my stepfather. I also live in Italy right now. I found it really crazy. But who wouldn't?

Well, my mother and father were always at work, and sometimes don't come home after a day or two. So I always find myself living with my grandmother. She was always so loving, no matter what.

I eventually started kindergarten. At the entrance, Grandmother gave me a small ring that fit my middle finger. It was a plain indigo coloured ring but when I look closely, there were small engraved designs on it.

In kindergarten, no one hung out with me. They told me that I radiate a scary aura. Well, they didn't say it like that. That's too complex for kindergarteners. But it was like that. So we were assigned to draw anything we want.

I do remember, in my other life, that I was a good artist. In a way. So I decided to draw my pretty, kind teacher. I found it tricky to draw since the pencil was like, 10 times bigger than my own hand. Actually, that'd be over exaggerating it but you get what I mean.

I eventually got used to it and the drawing came out better than I expected. Our teacher was walking around, looking at everyone's drawings. I was finished colouring, with pencil crayons, and was now shading it.

My teacher then stopped to see my drawing. I could tell she was awestrucked. "My, Nagi. This is beautiful." She happily exclaimed. I nodded my head in thanks. Everyone then went up to me with my drawing. I was still shading it in.

Everyone was so amazed. "Nagi, would you mind having that put up in the school?"

I thought for a while. Once I finished shading and the finishing touches, I shook my head and handed her my drawing.

"Why did you draw me, Nagi?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulders, indicating that I don't know. "It's lovely, Nagi. Thank you for drawing me." She brightly smiled. I made a small, microscopic smile and nodded to her.

When it was play time, we all went out. I sat down somewhere in the shade, like usual. Since I was living an antisocial and lonely life, this was really normal for me.

"Hah! What a crybaby!"

"You never stop crying, do you?!"

"You're so weak!"

This caught my attention and caused me to look to the direction of the voices. Three older boys, in Elementary, were kicking and insulting another boy. He seemed to be the same class as the bullies. "You're a disgrace to the world, you piece of trash!"

The leader of the bullies aimed a punch at the poor boy but I ran in and took the hit for him. "Who're you?!" He asked. Since my skin was still sensitive because of my age, my cheek where the boy punched me was hurting like hell and I was sure that it was turning purple. Also, blood came out of the corner of my mouth.

"I thought they taught you not to bully others." My cold voice reached their ears. I was pretty sure that the boy behind me was scared.

"Don't act like you're older, you stupid little brat!" He yelled. "Maybe I should tell the teacher on you for swearing. It's not a very appropriate action for a kid like you to do. Maybe a little lecturing would do." I smirked. These kids were two years older than I was. So they were only in their first year of Elementary.

"Why you little…" The other two boys made a move to punch me but my teacher had appeared. "You three!" She scolded. The two boys stopped. "Why are you hurting Nagi?! My! You're cheek." She knelt down to me.

"It's really swollen." She told me. "I'm fine, Ms. Sinatra. You don't need to worry." I reassured her. She lightly touched my now purple cheek. I winced as tears squeezed through my eyes and made their way down my face. "You're not okay, Nagi." She told me. "It just hurts a bit. I'll be fine." I told her.

I turned around to the boy who got bullied. I crouched down to him since he was still on the ground. "Are you okay?" I asked, in my cool and collected voice. He nodded. "My name's Nagi! What's yours?" I asked. "R-R-Rokudo…. M-M-Mukuro…" He told me with a Japanese accent.

Japanese…

"Nice to meet you Mukuro-kun. If you're ever in trouble, just give me a call." I gave him a smile as I told him in Japanese. He looked surprised.

"Come, you two. Let's go to the infirmary and wrap your injuries up." Ms. Sinatra told us. I nodded. "Thank you."

So we got patched up in the infirmary. I got a cold compress for my cheek. The nurse told me that it won't heal for until a few days.

When the day ended, I saw my grandmother waiting for me outside. I ran to her. "Nagi, dear, what happened?" She asked, eyeing my compress. "Oh, it's nothing. Just tripped on a rock." I told her, smiling. She smiled back then patted my head. "If you say so. Well, let's get going."

My grandmother held my hand but then I began to look around. I didn't know why, it just came out of instinct. Perhaps I was looking for Mukuro. But I didn't know why.

"Are you looking for someone, Nagiina?" Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that grandmother calls me 'Nagiina' a lot which is an Italian term (name+ina) of endearment which could be translated to 'Little Nagi'. I looked at her then shook my head. "No, I just thought I heard something."

So I don't know about that ending part about the term of endearment. Correct me if I'm wrong. Please.

When I was writing this, I kept forgetting that it did NOT take place in Japan, so I had to correct all the "-sensei's", "-chan's", etc. It was a pain but it was my fault after all.

This is my first Reborn! story I posted up here (meaning I have tons of Reborn! stories that I don't post up) so yeah. Hope you liked it? Yes? No? okay... Well, please leave a comment.