Wait, I'm Where?
by Aerias_A_Writer
Prologue
"Geez," I gasped as I leaned back against the brick wall in front of the school, smoothing out my uniform's skirt then reaching up to check to make sure that my hair hadn't fallen out of my ponytail while I was running. It seemed that I was late yet again. Somehow I always seemed to be late no matter what I did, various obstacles and events coming at me from no where. Maybe I needed to start my day an hour earlier? Would that help?
It was already some twenty-odd minutes into the school day and I barely made it to the big front school gate. I let myself catch my breath for a couple more minutes before heading on in.
One good thing about today through was that it was my first day at a new school and I had to go to the office before anything else. So technically, I wasn't late today. I looked up at the fairly well-kept school building and wondered what kind of school this Nanimori Middle School was. What kind of experiences would I have within?
I've just moved to Japan this past week with my dad from Houston, Texas of the good ol' US of A. Dad had to come over here to help oversee some kind of big project for work. I didn't know what and didn't really care either. I was just excited to come to Japan for the anime and mangas! I was even more excited when I realized that I'd probably be able to go to one of the anime conventions here. They have some freaking awesome cosplays. I've seen a bunch of those pics on the internet, including some truly excellent Naruto character cosplays and one smoking hot Sesshomaru that had me and some of the other girls online drooling.
Oops, daydreaming in the front school courtyard, probably not the best idea when I need to be finishing registering myself for school. I rushed forward to the main door and pull it open, taking in how different this school was compared to the schools back home. Pulling my ponytail over my shoulder I smoothed down the black strands and took a deep breath. Time to find out how well my Japanese holds out in a conversation with a native speaker.
One last glance over my shoulder as I entered the main building and I noticed someone standing by the gate watching me. It was a bit too far for me to clearly make out the details of the boy's face, but he looked tall and lean, a school jacket draped over his shoulders and spot of red on one sleeve that could have been a band or patch. I felt a faint shiver run down my spine as I turned to go in, ignoring a strange urge to go towards him. Something about him. . .
Huh, how strange, but I need to get my info all sorted out in the office now.
Half an hour later, I was being led towards my classroom in the first year hall by a really tall boy only a couple of years older than me with a weird pompadour hair style and a red band around his arm. (Like that other boy outside?)
He had introduced himself to me as Kusakabe Tetsuya, which caught my attention as that sounded awfully familiar even though I couldn't place it, and explained that every new student was escorted by a disciplinary committee member to their first class so that the student could get a basic lecture over school rules. He had then handed me several information packets of various school related things, rules, clubs, sports and other activities to name a few.
"Oh, here it is," He said, reaching out pull the door to a classroom open. I hurried and stuffed the packets into my bag, doing another quick once over to make sure I was presentable. "Sensei, I have a new transfer student for your class."
Walking into the classroom, I looked up at the sour looking man and hid a grimace, he didn't look like a very nice teacher at all and probably not a good one either. He motioned me in and nodded at my guide who then left me at the front of my new classroom being stared at by my curious new classmates.
"You can call me Nezu-sensei. And you might as well introduce yourself before finding a seat," the teacher snidely said, a dismissive look in his eyes.
"Okay," I stood up a bit straighter and gave my friendliest smile, "My name is K- I mean Pavone, Kasi. Sorry, I'm used to saying my given name first as is the custom in the United States, but I'm 14 years old, my birthday is July 13, and I like anime and manga, so I was really excited about moving to Japan. I used to live in the US. I have two older brothers who are both married with kids and I like my nieces and nephews so I got to baby-sit a lot. I want to be a best-selling writer when I grow up. Oh, and yes my eyes are really violet, because someone always asks me."
"Otaku," someone fake coughed in the back inspiring some laughter that was quickly covered up as sensei glared at all of them. I pouted and looked over my classmates as Nezu-sensei made a move to point me towards an empty seat when I laid my eyes on Him for the first time, with his soft looking spiky brown hair, baby face, and large curious brown eyes.
So Kawaii!
I squealed joyfully and rushed forward to hug what had to be the cutest and most cuddly looking boy I've ever come across before. Voices rose around me, surprise the common tone.
I glomped and He squeaked in surprise, squirming in my arms, so I hugged him slightly tighter to keep him from escaping.
"OMG! You have to be the cutest thing ever! You look just like a Precious Moments doll!" I pulled back long enough to reach into my bag for my camera and a pair of white bunny ears I'd bought myself just the day before. Within seconds I had the ears on his head and was snapping pictures with another gleeful squeal. I vaguely heard several others giggling as the boy just looked up at me with his deep brown eyes wide in bewilderment. I just couldn't resist so I hugged him again and giggled. "I've got myself a new cutie to play with!"
"Pavone-san! That's enough," Nezu-sensei called, a massive frown across his face as he looked like he was seconds from having a conniption fit. "Release him at once and go to an empty seat."
I reluctantly let go of my new little usagi-chan and slipped into an, luckily, empty seat behind him with a pout. I heard a chuckle from the boy beside me on my left. I turned to him and he smiled widely at me. He was fairly handsome with the look of someone who was extremely sporty, black hair and eyes and tanned skin, but somehow I thought that his smile held a brittle edge to it. And with that thought I stuck my hand forward with a grin, obviously surprising him before he clasped my hand, a more genuine smile on his lips.
"Pavone Kasi," I said softly, glancing towards the front of the classroom as I pulled back and started pull out some writing supplies from my bag.
"Yamamoto Takeshi," he spoke back just as quietly as Nezu-sensei started to write on the chalkboard and lecture, urgh, science. Huh, but that name was so familiar too. It tugged at the corner of my mind and I tried to think of why.
"What's Usagi-chan's name?" I asked tilting my head towards the boy in front of me that I'd been glomping on just moments ago. He obviously heard me and glanced over his shoulder at me with wide pleading eyes, Precious Moments coming to mind again as he turned back around. I think he'd forgotten about the bunny ears I put on him because he still hadn't taken them off. Or maybe he'd never realized that I'd put them there in the first place?
Yamamoto stifled another chuckle at my question before becoming a bit somber, "That's Sawada Tsunayoshi, but some of the others call him Dame-Tsuna."
"Eh?" That name stopped me cold like running into a solid brick wall as I ran though my memory again. . . Tsuna, Yamamoto, Kusakabe. . . Nanimori. . . OMG! That had freaking Katekyo Hitman Reborn written all over it, but that couldn't be real right? But how prove if it is or not? Oh, oh, if this was really KHR than Kyoko and Hana had to be here too right?
I glanced around and quickly found the two most likely girls, one with short orangish hair and the other with shoulder length black hair. I leaned over and nudged Yamamoto to bring his attention forward to them. "And those two girls?"
"Ah, that's Kurokawa Hana on the left and Sasagawa Kyoko on the right," he flashed me a quick thumbs up. "You got good eyes, they can be really nice people."
I somehow managed to give him a small grin before he went back to trying to take some notes. A queasy feeling curled in my stomach as I stared at the back of Tsuna's head, the set of his shoulders saying he was getting frustrated. He reached up to run a hand through his hair and paused when he felt the bunny ears perched there. I could practically see the wheels turn before he whipped them off his head and turned to place them on my desk with an adorable blush across his cheeks. I giggled and tried to ignore the feeling of bile rising up my throat.
Hot damn, how the hell did I end up in the middle of a shounen manga?
