The Guardian of Northern Lights
Prologue
A/N: Yo! This is a story I have been thinking about for a while, and not only that, but it's my first fanfiction! Yay! Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own KHR. Although I would love to, I'd probably make 100 more types of flames and most of them would be dumb, like the Cussing Flame or something.
I died. (I think.)
I probably have. After all, what else can explain the name change, world change, and friend change? Nothing. Nothing at all. (I think.)
Maybe, just maybe, some higher being thought I needed another chance, but probably not. Maybe it just happened, because I was lucky. Hopefully.
My name is, and will be till the day I die, Yamamoto Hisashi. That's not the name I had originally, but it won't matter. I can't, and won't return to that life.
There is no need too, and I care too much about the people in this one.
If people asked my father when I was born, they would reply that I was born on February 7th in Namimori Hospital, and I was the younger brother of Yamamoto Takeshi, by four years. But that wasn't where I was born originally. Not that it matters.
At first, I had thought that I had just been born into some other place in Japan. No. I wasn't. I was born into what I thought was a fictional universe. I had watched and read it.
I was born into Katekyo Hitman Reborn. I had liked the series in my past life, but most memories of what happened in the show/manga are hazy.
I died when I was an adult. I had just gotten my University Degree when a drunk driver hit me. Because of this it was hard to contain information as a baby.
When I was born, everything was scary. I made out shapes, differences between light and dark, and not much else. I heard languages I didn't know, and I was so scared. I did the natural response for a baby. I cried.
Not ashamed about it. Everyone did so when they were a baby. However, the worst part was that I was aware that I was crying. And I was aware that there were people talking. You get the picture. It was terrifying.
I was probably a very trying baby. Since my sight wouldn't fully develop till later, my other senses were heightened. Not only that, since I was aware of things, it just made everything else so much more terrifying. I couldn't help it. I cried. So much. Although this is kind of cliché, the only person who could calm me down was my brother. He would be the Rain Guardian for the Vongola in the future, so I guess it made sense.
My mother took the most care of me, while my father took care of the restaurant. She was a beautiful woman, with her flowing black hair, and eyes that seemed to brighten everything up. She also, made sure I did everything properly, and taught me a bit of Japanese, like how to say my name, how to ask for things, and how to say mother, father, and brother. Even if I didn't speak, she could tell I understood. My first word turned out to be "Onii-san!" when my brother walked into my room. I started crawling when I was five months old. It was nice to be able to explore.
I had a routine. I would wake up, get dressed, change my diaper, eat breakfast, take a nap, change my diaper, eat lunch, explore, eat dinner, change my diaper, and brush my teeth and sleep. Over and over again.
When I was six months of age, my mother had cancer. Within the next month she died. Ironically, it was at that point my sight fully developed. I watched my father pass me to her in the hospital, and I could tell she was going to die soon. Very soon. However, I did not think it would be when she was holding me. I resisted the urge to laugh; this was serious, but I thought it was so cliché, her dying like that. At this point, I had learnt a little Japanese, so I could tell what my brother asked. "Hey, Dad, how come Mom isn't waking up?" It seems to me, that my father couldn't reply, since he started sobbing. I knew that he couldn't break the truth to him. I started to wail and cry too, and soon my mother was carried away.
The funeral was short. Laughably, she died when it was summer, so the day was still bright and shining. Takeshi didn't know what was happening, but he knew he shouldn't ask questions. I started to cry. Again. I had tried hard to contain it, but she took care of me, fed me, and put me to sleep. It's hard not to love somebody when they did all that for you.
My father had to take care of me from that point. Although I loved him a lot, I have to admit I did most of the things in my routine by myself, except for changing my diaper. I don't think anyone can do that when they're a baby, no matter how much smarter they are than a normal baby.
I do have to admit, after my mother died, the world seemed a lot dimmer. My father's smile was a more strained too. I pretended not to notice it. Everybody did. My brother was oddly perceptive, and he knew he shouldn't mention it.
I had taken my first steps when I was eleven months old. It was nice not to crawl, and be able walk on my own.
For my birthday, they took me outside. It was amazing. The air seemed so much cleaner here. I wanted to touch everything and look at everything, but they took me back inside. That was my birthday gift. I had loved it.
Three months later, it was my brother's birthday. He received a baseball bat, a baseball mitt, and a baseball. He was five years old.
It was when I turned two that I could finally speak to others. I asked my dad if he needed help, or watched my brother practice swinging his baseball bat. It was also around this time he started attending school. It didn't really seem like he made any real friends so far. I also soon realized that he was freakishly tall. He didn't even seem to notice that most children his age barely got to his neck.
I found out that this world was Katekyo Hitman Reborn was when I discovered the town's name was Namimori. And my brother was Yamamoto Takeshi. And when I found out the place I lived in was known as Takesushi. And my father was Yamamoto Tsuyoshi. I'd rather not think about the crisis I had when I found out about this.
It was only then did I realize the true implication of being Yamamoto Takeshi's brother. I was in KHR. Since I was the brother of Yamamoto Takeshi, there was absolutely no way to get away from the Mafia. Before I could do anything, my life as a killer began.