Author's Note~

Lemme start off by saying this has nothing to do with the plot of The Fault In Our Stars, I just played off the name. Now that that's out of the way~ My OC Hiro Ryuugamine is indeed the older sister of Mikado. For what I have planned for this story, it'll mostly take place during the Raijin Academy plot line and maybe, if I get there, to the part when Mikado comes to Ikebukuro. But that's far far away. I'll be combining elements of the light novels and anime as well as my own stories. Sorry in advance if there's inaccuracies to something in the anime/light novels, I'm trying my best to keep it accurate if I mention something.

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Chapter 1 – Stupid Fate

Fate has a peculiar way of bringing certain people together. Those certain people could be soul mates, arch enemies, friends for a lifetime, strangers meant to meet only once, but either way, there's always a definitive quality to those meetings. Something changes within them – for better or for worse or for maybe something in between. Fate is strange that way.

I hate scum like these senseless idiots, Hiro Ryuugamine thought as she kneeled beside a badly beaten man. After a moment of searching she rose holding his wallet and took a peek inside. "Only fifty thousand yen?!" She took the cash and dumped the contents of the wallet onto the ground where the man's blood started seeping into the concrete. "This hardly puts a dent in your debt to the Yamaguchi family! And honestly, hiring more thugs to protect you?" Spinning on her heel she grabbed the pipe that was making a bee-line for her head and glared at the man holding the other end. Jerking him forward she smashed her fist in his face conclusively knocking him out. "I hate people," she muttered kicking the unconscious bodies with the toe of her shoe. When she noticed blood spotting her dress shoes, she grimaced and started to bend down to clean it off. Just then, a trashcan sailed past, only inches from making impact with her.

"What…?" Slowly, she turned around to see two vaguely familiar figures. The blonde guy tore a stop sign straight out of the ground and whipped it at the dark-haired guy knocking him to the ground. Izaya? He probably deserved it… Even though she had befriended Izaya Orihara back in middle school, after the 'Biology Club' incident, things changed. Now in their second year of high school, Izaya wasn't even a ghost of the student he used to be. The blonde wasn't someone she knew as well, but she had gone to elementary school with him. Shizuo Heiwajima. She used to call him Shizu-chan and Izaya evidently picked up the habit. Their brawls became infamous after Shinra introduced them during first year. As frightening as everyone in school saw them, Hiro couldn't give two craps. Scary or not, that wasn't an excuse to nearly hit her with a trashcan!

"IIIZZZAAAYYAAA!" Shizuo shouted stomping closer to his fallen victim.

Hiro marched past Izaya, only sparing him a glance, and stood before Shizuo with crossed arms. "Well?" She demanded tapping her foot impatiently.

"Huh?" Shizuo narrowed his eyes on her. "What do you want?"

Gritting her teeth and absolutely furious, she jabbed a finger into his chest. "Watch where you throw that shit! You almost hit me with a freakin' trashcan!" Her gray eyes would burn holes into anyone else, but of course Shizuo appeared immune.

Hiro's anger seemed to suck his out of him. He rubbed his head and grumbled, "Oh, sorry."

Hiro decided to tirade on nonetheless. "Yeah, be sorry! You interrupted my job! I hate people who interrupt me while I'm working!" She jabbed his chest again. "Next time watch it, 'kay?"

"Yeah, yeah." He furrowed his brow taking in the girl who seemed no older than him. She was average height with what other guys would call a great body. Her gray eyes were smoldering as she glared at him. And her blonde hair tugged unremorsefully into a ponytail revealed an intricate tattoo on the back of her neck. He didn't recognize the design, but others would; it represented the Yamaguchi family, a renowned leader in the Yakuza. She wore a uniform similar to the one girls at Raijin Academy did, except her jacket, bow, and schoolbag were strewn across the ground and blood splattered across her white button-down. Her knuckles were wrapped in boxing bandages, too. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

Hiro scoffed and started unwrapping the bandages. "I go to the same high school as you, Shizu-chan." She smirked when a vein twitched in his neck.

"Don't call me that!" He roared threateningly.

Hiro only giggled in effect. "Please, I gave you that nickname first. We went to elementary school together. You probably don't remember, but I'm Hiro Ryuugamine." She didn't even bother looking at him through her introduction as she turned her back and started collecting her belongings.

"That's no fun, Hi-chan!" A voice called out from the side.

"Eh?" She glanced over her shoulder and found Izaya standing up and wearing a taunting smile. "Whatever, Izaya." She rolled her eyes and put her jacket back on buttoning it up to cover the blood stains. Messy fights pissed her off, but those assholes just had to fight dirty. Oh, right. Remembering the last guy she knocked out, she picked his pocket and took his money as well. There was a little more, seventy thousand, but that still didn't match the two million the first jerk owed. Sighing, she put her bow and bandages in her bag and reviewed the mess before her, Shizuo and Izaya included. They both stared back at her.

"Did you do this?" Shizuo asked, his eyes flitting over the three fallen men with an unreadable expression.

Izaya kept silent, but the knowing grin he wore informed her that he knew without even having to ask.

"And if I did?" Hiro snapped checking her phone for the time. Twenty minutes to get to her lessons. If she started running now, she would make it, barely.

"What did they do to you?" Shizuo questioned.

A smirk crawled over her lips and she threw a dangerous look over her shoulder as she started leaving the alley. "Nothing personal. They just screwed with the Yakuza and got me as their punishment. See you guys in school, maybe."

Sometimes Hiro loved her job, especially at times like this where she could walk away from two of the most dangerous guys in her high school smirking and leaving them speechless. Satisfied her exit was dramatic enough, she took off running to make it on time to her lessons.

Twenty minutes later and slightly winded, she stopped in front of the Ikebukuro Ballet House. Collecting herself she strode into the building with her chin raised high. Despite her confidence, her fingers tightened around her jacket hoping no one would see the red dotting her shirt underneath. Reputation aside, she didn't want them to think worse things. Eyes focused on her through the mirrors as her fellow ballerinas stretched before the lesson. Once in the locker room, Hiro let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

"Look who decided to show up," a voice chirped from her left. Turning she found her best friend standing there look as petite and innocent as ever. Best friend and current charge; Kimeko Yamaguchi was an esteemed daughter of the notorious Yakuza family, and Hiro acted as one of her bodyguards.

"Yo Kimeko," Hiro greeted and slumped onto a bench to remove her shoes and socks.

"How did it go today?" Kimeko sat down and looked over her friend with warm blue eyes.

In a fit of anger, Hiro threw a shoe at the lockers startling the flock of girls on the other side of the locker room. They chattered to themselves sending wary glances at the two girls. One glare from Hiro ensured they didn't look that away again. "Just peachy," she answered Kimeko and huffed. "The jerk refused to do the return and hired two thugs to take me out."

"So you took them out instead," Kimeko finished for Hiro with a frown. Picking up her friend's hand and examining the scarred knuckles, she added, "You know I don't like it when you fight for my family. What if you got hurt?"

Standing up, Hiro ruffled Kimeko's fluffy brown hair. "Your family's helped me out a lot so I feel like I owe them. Plus I like my job and I like fighting. It's a win-win for me on all sides."

"But you like dancing more," Kimeko countered in a quiet voice. "What if-"

Hiro cut her off by placing her hands on her friend's shoulders. "I'll be fine. I always am!" She raised a fist into the air, her eyes burning with confidence.

"Five minutes ladies!" The instructor called out.

Hiro paled and tore her clothes off and stuffed herself into tights and a leotard. Her hands shook minutely as she tried to pull her hair into a proper bun. Thankfully Kimeko sat her down and did it for her. Hiro closed her eyes enjoying the sensation of Kimeko's gentle fingers combing over her scalp. Sometimes, only sometimes, Hiro wished she lived a more normal life where everything revolved around school and ballet only. But that 'sometimes' always passed over quickly. She thrived on the dangers and excitement her current life brought her.

"By the way," Hiro mumbled as they exited the locker room. "I saw Izaya Orihara and Shizuo Heiwajima fighting today. I almost got hit with a trashcan!"

"Oh?" Kimeko's eyes lit up as she glanced at her taller friend. "Do you still like him?"

Eyes cast downward, Hiro mumbled in defeat, "Yeah…"

"I thought so. You're so weird," Kimeko giggled into her hand.

"I'm attracted to monsters."

"That you are."


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