Well... I should probably update my other stories as well since I started a brand new one... I don't think that will happen yet... Darn.

Well, this has a lot of inspiration behind it, I'll put that at the end so you can get right on to the story.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or any of the other anime, books, shows, music or anything else in this story. Except my OCs. My OCs are mine.

"Hush, it'll be alright now."

"Does she have any injuries?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"May I help address them?"

"Please do."

"Crap! Her breathing just stopped!"

"We can't help her now, she's already gone."

"#& $, we couldn't even save a single child from a poor fate, how'll we ever save a world?"

*~(O.O)~*

Now what was that all about? I sure do have some odd dreams.

I tried desperately to open my eyes, but even though I could feel my eyelids move, everything remained pitch-black.

Shoot, am I going blind?

As a gasp at the possibility escaped, a voice awoke to me far left, "Ah, are you awake, child?"

Despite my suspicions, I responded, "Y-yes."

Even though it was my own, the voice that I let by was so incredibly foreign. I dreaded the possibility something had happened to me and I had gotten a brain download or something.

Creepy.

"That's a first, most of the time none of the kids who wake up in here know how to talk. They're usually much too young. I am in charge of that section, after all."

The voice was so smooth a deep with a kind rumble, yet his tone in the last two sentences was sad and slightly grieved. Like a sad grandfather.

"It's so startlingly bright, I suppose I must lead you to me, no?"

I replied finally, "A-actually, mister, everything is oh-so dark. I can't see a thing at the moment."

"I see, child. Now, tell me about yourself, we'll be here for quite some time."

Footsteps neared me and I sensed a person sit down just beside me on the ground/floor.

"My name is Ray-lay In-see-uh Crih-mur," I overly pronounced it, seeing as most people have no clue how even if they've heard me say it or seen it spelled, "It's spelled R-E-I-L-E-I I-N-C-I-A C-R-Y-M-Y-R. You can call me Rei, Shee, or Myr."

"Reilei Incia Crymyr, huh? Quite unique."

"My parents told me the meaning once."

"Oh really? What was it?" Curiosity enhanced his tone dramatically.

"The new beginning from an end. Or a flower blooming from fire. My father took it so far as to call me Phoenix, but I don't quite like being related to animals even if they are beautiful and mythical."

"I believe I'll call you Nix."

My voice rose in complaint, "But, why? I'm not a Phoenix."

"Why not, they're strong!"

"Because I don't like fire. It's scary."

"Why not think of it as a small Ho-oh?"

I stopped for a second, "Isn't that a pokemon? And isn't it the rainbow fire legendary?"

He let out an honest laugh before replying, "Yes, it is."

"That seems more acceptable."

"I take it you weren't a very big Harry Potter fan?" He continue to chuckle.

"Oh no, I loved the series. I loved anime and cartoons, too." I smiled happily as I spoke.

"Then why-? Never mind."

We continued to chat for some time as we discussed a few anime series and a couple book series I'd obsessed over recently. It could've been hours or maybe only a few minutes, but it eventually came to a stop as all good things must.

"Say, child?"

"Yes, jii-chan?" I called him an old man *snicker*.

"Do you remember how you died?" He asked lightly, as if afraid something would waver.

"Yes, jii-chan."

"Could you please tell me?" He asked tentatively.

When I hesitated, he spoke again, "I'll be able to determine whether or not you go to heaven."

"Do all people come to you for their passage to Heaven or Hell?" I asked softly.

"Only young children such as yourself, sometimes even babies come to me. That is the saddest." His voice became grieved once more.

"Oh…"

"I send them to Hell if they lived horribly, but they're never there for long, they always get sent back up to heaven when they repent. Near all go to heaven, however some don't go to either."

"What does that mean?" I was curious, but still sad.

"That means they go to a new life. If they never got to experience any of their life I send them back in the way they wish, to the world they wish."

"World?"

"Like you could come from Earth and go to the world of Naruto."

"Naruto?"

"Oh, I'm sorry there's way too much traffic on that road at the moment. Everyone seems to want to go there. It's officially off-limits until God can fix the overflow problems."

"Overflow problems?"

"Yeah, a lot of people trying to get to Naruto have ended up in a different world than expected."

"I didn't want to go there anyway. I was wondering why anyone would want to go to the Narutoverse. That place has so many things that could kill you. Something like Mushishi-never mind, that world is insane and uneventful. Something like My Little Monster, Toradora, Kimi to Boku, or even Fruits Basket would be way better."

"Most people prefer the action and fantasy anime." He spoke with a pique of interest.

"Well, I could ramble on and on, but I think you should choose a world for me."

"You could return to Earth without memories…" He was getting really interested in me now.

"You know what you said about only getting kids to arrive?" I asked suddenly.

The rustle of his clothes noted at his nodding, "What about it?"

"When I died I was just barely fourteen, I should've gone on the teen or adult track."

"That is odd, indeed. Would you like me to send you to one of the others?"

"Nah, I'll stay here and tell you my story now."

I was met with silence for a moment before his voice rumbled out again, "I don't believe I need to hear it, I've made my decision."

"I'm going to hell, right? It's pretty dang obvious a brat like me should." I surprised myself with the bitterness seeping into my voice as I reluctantly told him so.

"Not at all, child. I've met many that are far worse than you. I've decided to give you a second chance." He sounded sad again.

I felt a wind picking up and I knew I was leaving this peaceful median soon.

"So where am I headed, then?"

"I believe Katekyo Hitman Reborn would be the right choice for you." He had a slight chuckle once more.

"Why is that?"

"Just a hunch."

"OI, oi. People like you shouldn't have hunches, you scare the people around you like that." I was beginning to act less and less like a child even as I sat there looking in his vague direction.

"You need someone to encourage you during this life."

"..Why?"

"Because you're special."

"I'm not a kindergartener."

"I know you aren't kiddo." I could tell he was smiling brightly and sadly at me.

"Do we have to go over physical appearance?"

He merely grunted.

"Long white hair, perfect white skin, eyes that color-change independently, and I don't have to shave my legs!" I rambled out my ideal model immediately.

"That's surprisingly less than most give me."

"Can I say one more thing?" I was a bit more hesitant about this bit.

He grunted again, urging me onward.

I rose to my feet and brushed off the back of my pants, "I want a special fire."

He sighed, "I knew it was coming. I was already considering it. Anyway, have fun and try not to die before you turn fifteen. I wouldn't like to see you ever again if possible."

"Sounds bad, but I guess I agree. Ciao." I smiled and waved in his vague direction and stepped into the wind.

I walked confidently onwards until, "Where the heck are you going?"

*Crickets*, "Other way."

I chuckled lightly in embarrassment before turning right around and walking in the right direction.

*~(O.O)~*

As soon as I was reborn I immediately removed those memories of hospital and the actual life-bringing process from my mind.

My first welcome memories in that life were those of my new family. They weren't blood related, because I never saw my new mother once, so I assumed they were just bodyguards. Everyone else is born into the KHR world were descendants of a powerful mafia group or had special flames, so I assumed it was both as I kept jii-chan's promise in mind.

I was slightly disappointed for two reasons: I couldn't see anything unless it was a major blur, and my new caretakers seemed to openly dislike me and they never treated me with actual love like real parents should.

The reason I was only slightly disappointed, was before at the age of two I entered baby daycare, and at the age of three I was in pre-school, at four I was in kindergarten.

Now, now, I must tell the story of my early mischief and pain-making for my foster parents.

*~(O.O)~*

I learned very quickly how to control my inner bodily functions, so I was officially the fastest potty-trained kid that ever existed, and I was also the fastest to talk to myself-because those jerks that are my foster parents never listened.

After my first year of new life, I was running around like a maniac and climbing over everything I could, along with practicing to throw the few toys my parents bought for me. (Dang, they're misers. With this job I bet they're getting so much money, why not use some to make your 'kid' happier?)

I was practically training myself at the age of one, so I could be one badass little kid when I got to the point of fighting and/or running.

One day in my first year, I was tired of being ignored so I went into the living room as I carried all of my blocks and letters in my favorite blanket. The two were on the couch watching something with cold, emotionless eyes.

As I stated before, (or not?) I could only see things in colors, details were massively blurred out. I saw them and I dragged the makeshift bag to the ottoman and untied it with my chubby little baby hands I had a recent mastery of. I grabbed a block solidly in my hand and placed it on the ground in front of the TV. It wasn't blocking there view by me being there, so I didn't receive any rebuke or scolding for being a distraction or interruption as it was occasionally.

I placed another down beside it and continued placing them down. Once I had a six by six square without a middle, I began to stack the blocks slightly off of the ones beneath them. After I finished that layer, I began another, then another, and I continued until on block was sitting at the very top.

I pulled out two blocks at the bottom and I stood up again. My chubby feet moved rapidly to the kitchen in the next room. With a few failed jumps and a lot of pulling, I was on the kitchen table. I grabbed their wallets and keys, along with a pocket knife they'd failed to secure. I took a deep breath before leaping recklessly into the chair closest. I landed on my butt and scooted off the chair.

My feet carried me right back to the living room and I tucked the items into my magnificent pyramid of kiddie blocks and placed the taken away blocks as if it hadn't been touched since it was made.

I shuffled around in my letters and placed the letters in a message and placed all of the left-over letters at random all over the remaining space.

When that was over, I scooted myself around and found my sketchbook. I picked up a blue marker and began to write in a secret language I remembered from my last life. That odd Bionacles language I memorized on a whim.

I wrote about how annoying the two of them were, how annoying it was I always had two men in suits just outside the window, how annoying it was I was so bored. But it was also about how no matter what I did, no one realized I was over-intelligent for my age.

I flipped the page and I drew my foster-parents as they sat on the couch and watched TV with their cold, emotionless eyes.

Two hours later, I was having fun watching them look for their wallets and keys as I laughed within, easing a bit of the boredom.

*~(O.O)~*

At my second birthday I finally snapped in my boredom and I went up to my faux mother.

"What?" She even sounded cold and emotionless, jeez.

"I wanna go to something fun." I said in the most childish voice as possible.

"Hey, John, she says she wants to do something fun." She called into the living room.

"Then sign her up for baby daycare." He sounded just as annoyed.

In half an hour I was as an incredibly bright and incredibly annoying building with my female caretaker just beside me.

We walked in and I was staring at a large group of kids ranging from one and a half to six. It was a daycare for rich kids mostly, so a bunch were crowded in one corner as they chatted snootily with each other. It starts early, doesn't it?

One of the youngest kids was sitting by the cubbies and bawling her eyes out as if her pet tiger just died.

As all of the lingering parents were persuaded away by terrifying old ladies, the younger ladies and occasional guy paraded us all into a huge room the size of three average school gyms.

There were hundreds of toys spread over the floor and every kid was delighted to be back, or amazed to be there for their first time.

I saw the girl from earlier huddled in the corner again, facing the wall, and crying more quietly now. I felt a brief flash of concern, but it quickly went away as I continued to feel annoyed as I was surrounded by so many tiny kids that wouldn't stop drooling, snotting, and some crying.

As all of the advanced toys and small structures were taken over, I went over to the shockingly large box of wooden cubes. I dumped them out and unknowingly caught the attention of a few nurses. I placed blocks in shapes of buildings, some as people, even a few as cars. It was an amazing city, especially for a two year-old. I then began build a large square around it. I was perfectly content with my playing with blocks.

*~(O.O)~*

POV change!

I watched as the young girl poured all of the blocks from the bucket. I was about to go over and scold her for making a mess, but I was deterred when I remember the last time I was fired was because I yelled at a major company owner's son and he went home crying.

Also, she sat down and began playing with them, so I just continued to watch her with an interest.

*~(O.O)~*

POV change!

I finished my pyramid so I began building a tower with some of the remaining blocks. It ended up being as tall as myself and two by two, so I finished with a larger chunk at the top and a kind-of point at the very top.

I looked at my two creations with satisfaction, I only had two blocks leftover from the entire bucket.

I lost interest in the blocks and I looked around for something else interesting to do. I saw the girl was still in the corner, she still looked really sad.

With a sigh, I left my blocks and walked to the corner of the room with every intention of making a new friend.

After what felt like hours, I finally reached the freaking corner.

I was suddenly uncertain what language to talk to her in, "Are you okay?"

No reply.

"¿Estás bien?"

No reply to Spanish.

"Stai bene?"

No reply to Italian.

"Comment vas-tu?"

Not even French.

After trying about twenty different languages, I finally reached Japanese.

"Daijoubu desuka?"

"Anata wa Nihon o shitte imasu ka?"

You speak Japanese?

"Eigo wa wakarimasu ka?"

Do you speak English?

"Very… ah… small." Her response was still teary, but she looked hopeful.

(A/N: From here on, '…' will be Japanese and "…" will be English unless otherwise specified. Please, continue.)

'That's fine, I can help teach you English.'

'Really?' She sound very excited.

'May I ask why you were crying?'

'Mama left me here and I don't know what to do.'

'It's okay, your mom will be back before you know it. Would you like to talk to me while you wait?'

Her eyes practically lit up. Actually, now that I look closer, I think this is a boy.

'Gomenasai, but what gender are you?'

'Gender?' Oops, I confused them.

'Are you a boy or a girl?'

'Haha, you sounded funny, I'm a boy. Thank you for asking first.'

'No problem.'

'What's your name, onee-chan?'

'Reilei Incia Crymyr.'

'Reilei Incia Crymyr?'

'Yep. Spot on.'

'Do you have a nickname I could call you?' He looked really hopeful.

'Ray, Shee, Myr, or Nix.' I replied happily.

'Ooo, I like all of those.' He looked really happy in my honest opinion.

'What's your name, bishounen?'

'Bishounen?'

'Ignore my word choice.'

'M'kay. My name is Teh-koo-mah All Leh-hood-me.' He overpronounced it as if he couldn't even smoothly say it.

Duh, he's just over one, it's amazing he can talk very well at all.

'Tekuma Aal Lehudmy. It sounds very difficult.'

'It is. I haven't thought of a nickname quite yet. Could you help?'

'Teku or Loomy.'

'Loomy sounds sad and Teku is a bit embarrassing.' He said with a bit of a pink tint on his cheeks.

Isn't he too young to blush?

'Teku it is.'

'I guess it's better than Loomy…'

When I spoke again I startled him a bit with my volume, 'So! What are you gonna call me?'

'I like Nix…'

'Alright then, you're Teku, and I'm Nix!'

He smiled again and I felt a slight heart throb at his adorableness.

He finally turned to face me and as I began teaching him the similarities in Japanese and English as well as giving him a few examples, I began to actually look at his appearance.

He had light skin, but he looked a bit Japanese, and he had shoulder length midnight black hair and actually light blue eyes. He looked like a little girl, and he was absolutely adorable.

'When you greet someone you would say, "Hello, how are you?" instead of hajimemashita.'

"Herro, how arrre yoo?" He was so cute when he over pronounced the R's and made them roll.

'Almost there, keep practicing and you'll get it.'

He gave me his biggest smile yet. It froze a few seconds later, and I felt a boy standing close behind me.

I turned around to see a large kid maybe slightly older than me. He had tomato red hair and eyes to match, and tanned skin. He was adorable and trying to be threatening.

"Hello, how are you?" I asked politely.

His neutral face turned into a frown and he looked down on me in an expression akin to anger or disgust.

'Nix… c-can we run away?' Teku was trembling, and I could tell from his voice.

Well, I guess bullying starts young.

*~(O.O)~*

Aaannd DONE!

Inspiration: Things We Lost in the Fire by Bastille, a couple of other KHR world crossing fanfictions, a few D. Gray Man angel fanfictions, You Raise Me Up by Josh Groban, history class, and pizza.

I will freely hand out cookies to all who review. I have around 100.539 billion of them open in another page.

*~(O.O)~*