Author's note: Hi everyone! This is a new story that I'm writing for Tonari No Kaibutsu-Kun (My Little Monster). It's going to be a rather short story, but it depends on how fast or slow is the progress made in the relationship between Yuuzan and Tsubaki. Anyway, read on!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tonari No Kaibutsu-Kun but the Kurosaki family belongs to me.

Chapter 1: Introducing Tsubaki and Kyoya.

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A hand shot out from under the covers and it hit the alarm clock with such force that the device flew across the room and crashed against the opposite wall. A groan came from the person responsible and they shifted to a more comfortable position on the bed and they stayed still, relishing those precious moments of sleeping peacefully. Well, that was until the door flew open and a person took the blankets away from the still sleeping one.

"Nee-chan, wake up or we'll be late for school!" yelled a 16 years old boy as he shook the girl who was curled into a ball on the messy bed sheets.

"Five more minutes", mumbled his sister with her eyes still closed.

Kurosaki Kyoya sighed when he noticed the destroyed alarm clock on the floor. "You damaged another alarm clock again", he scolded and he shook the girl more violently.

Icy blue eyes opened in a glare which was directed at him. "It disturbed my sleep. That's why I destroyed it", she answered darkly.

Kyoya scoffed and hit her lightly on the head. "An alarm clock is supposed to wake you up, not help you sleep better, idiot", he said. "Now get up. It's already quarter past eight. You have only five minutes to get ready or I'm leaving without you"".

Kurosaki Tsubaki shot up from the bed. "Why didn't you say so earlier?!" she shouted and kicked the younger boy out of her room. She got dressed in record time, stuffed her books and copybooks in her bag, grabbed a hairband and bolted out of the room. Kyoya was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs with a rolled pancake in hand and his bag in the other. She snatched the food out of his hands and the two of them left for school.

Tsubaki was a second year student at Syoyo High while Kyoya had joined the school this year. The older Kurosaki led the way as she pulled her younger brother by his hand, running on the way.

'Great. My first day at Syoyo High and I'm going to be late', thought Kyoya with a shake of his head.

The Kurosaki siblings made it just as the bell rang.

Tsubaki patted Kyoya on the shoulder. "Good luck, Kyoya. Do well on your first day and for the rest of the year you can go crazy", she told him with a good-for-nothing smile.

The blond boy rolled his eyes at his sister. "Is this the advice a sister gives his brother on his first day at a new school?"

Tsubaki did not bother to answer his question and she motioned for him to go on while waving her hand. "See you later!" she called out as he got further away. Kyoya only raised his hand without turning to face her and he disappeared round the corner.

The smile on the 17 years old girl's face faded into an emotionless expression and she headed to her classroom silently. She slid open the door and entered the room. Since there was no teacher, Tsubaki deduced that they had a free period. She headed to the only empty seat which was in the third to last row next to the window, and she sat down, turning to the view she had of the city.

"She's still the same emotionless person like last year".

"She's still not over it yet?"

"Well, what happened two years ago was really upsetting. Of course she'll still be sad".

Tsubaki ignored the hushed comments around her and she kept staring out of the window, lost in her thoughts.

She hated how people pitied her because of the terrible thing that happened two years ago. Both her parents died on that day and she was the only witness of their deaths. Apart from the psychologist and the police, no one else knew what happened and so, people began making up their own theories. It was frustrating and scary how they kept approaching her to get information out of her.

This was the reason why she did not like going to places where people knew her. However, many people recognized her wherever she was due to her bright red hair. It was like a neon sign saying 'Hey, I'm the girl who came out alive when my parents were murdered in front of my eyes. Remember? The Kurosaki story!' And this was why she absolutely hated her hair color. Tsubaki once went to get her hair dyed but Kyoya had stopped her, saying that her hair had the most beautiful and unique shade of red and that she should not hide it under artificial colors.

At times, people were not sure if it was really her (come on, she's not the only redhead in the whole of Japan!). What confirmed her identity was the fingerless black glove she wore only on her left hand. It went slightly below her wrist and there was a metal plate at the back of her hand. No one knew what she was hiding under the glove since she never took it off in public.

Tsubaki lowered her gaze to the glove as she closed her hand in a tight fist.

'I could go for a surgery', she thought. 'But this is the only thing that ties me to that night and I don't want to let go of it. It's like a link to the last memory of Okaa-san and Otou-san'.

Ever since the loss of her parents, Tsubaki lived with Kyoya, her only relative left. The two of them managed to look after themselves and a social worker usually dropped by from time to time to check on them and give them their allowances. The money they got was not enough for both the house and their personal needs. It was then that Tsubaki got a part-time job at a café to bring in more money.

'God knows how we managed everything by ourselves'.

Tsubaki broke out of her thoughts when the teacher came in and class started. The rest of the day went by peacefully, with no fights whatsoever.

The red haired Kurosaki waited for Kyoya at the front gates and a small smile appeared on her face when the boy came out with a large grin.

"Looks like someone had a good day", she told him with a laugh. A few students around them had their jaws dropped opened when they heard the laugh. According to everyone, Kurosaki Tsubaki NEVER laughed, much less smiled!

"I made a lot of friends and some girls already approached me", replied Kyoya still smiling. "They all said that my best features are my eyes and my hair".

As they walked, Tsubaki turned to look at her brother. His eye color was the same icy blue like hers but his held a lot of warmth in them, compared to hers. His bright blond hair was slightly wavy and it was longer at the back. Most of the time, Kyoya had the longer part of his hair in a short and low ponytail while the top part and his bangs were messy.

"Well, my brother is handsome. It's normal if girls would try getting closer to him", she complimented.

Kyoya eyed her carefully. "You complimenting me means that you want something", he said.

The answer he got was a hit on the back of his head with a bag. And then, "Just take the compliment, blondie! I'm being nice for once!"

The younger sibling laughed at the older girl who now had a frown. "Now that's my sister! The violent girl that I know and the one known as Kurosaki Hurricane", he teased.

Tsubaki growled at the nickname that she had earned in middle school. "Why you little..!"

And they chased each other all the way back home.

Author's note: First chapter done! This was only to introduce Tsubaki and Kyoya. Next chapter, Shizuku, Haru and everyone else will appear. Well, not everyone. Until then, can you guys please review and tell me what you think of this intro? Thank you!

For those who read my other stories, I'm sorry that I have not updated at all for Demon of the Wind. I kind of forgot what happened in Katekyo Hitman Reborn and I have to watch it again before being able to write the next chapters. So, it's currently on hold. Thank you.

~IcedLady~