RS here for the first chapter, enjoy!
Secret of the chapter: It's not my fault if you take it seriously.
"Class, today we have a new transfer student from overseas, her name is Mary S. Tan," the teacher smiled in tones that tried to be genial and friendly. "Would you like to tell the class about yourself?"
The new girl who stood in front of herself had natural black hair, tied up to the side with her fringe framing her face. She had a pale complexion that, combined with her sunken black eyes, made her look as if she was ill. Mary S. Tan stood still on the spot, her hands clasped neatly in front, her face tilting slightly downwards, as if she was far away.
The teacher waited for any sign of speech from the girl before hurriedly smiling sheepishly, about to direct the girl to a seat when she spoke.
"Yoroshiku," she spoke softly, the only Japanese phrase she thought she knew, her tone lifeless, before she continued. "Has anyone…seen…my prince…Hibari…?" she had added tonelessly, her voice similar to a black pit of darkness.
Silence fell over the class as they stared at the new girl in shock.
Quickly, the teacher laughed nervously before saying, "Thank you Mary-san. Please sit over there…"
Without another word, the girl moved systematically, similar to a zombie, towards the seat the teacher had pointed out. She sat down with a thump, and made no other sound or movement after that as the teacher continued the lesson.
Break came, and noisy chatter broke out in the class as students laughed and teased.
"Mary-san, I'm Kiryuu, and I come from Italy, where are you from?" a female classmate approached Mary S. Tan with a friendly smile.
"Hey, Mary! I'm Sayuki, and I come from Italy too," another female classmate enthused energetically. "In fact, that old grouch over there – Hayato-san – is from Italy too!"
The trio by the window turned and stared at the sound of Gokudera Hayato's name.
The new girl seemed to recover from her listlessness a little, and brighten up. She looked up at her classmates, and a tiny light shone in her eyes as she seemed to be deep in thought.
"Kiryuu-san is from Italy, and so is Hayato-san and Sayuki-san," she stated, rather that asked out loud, in soft, but gradually brightening tones. "If so, I'm from Italy too!" she cheered with a smile in her still lifeless eyes.
Two of the three boys by the window continued to stare; one of them had a pondering frown on his face, whilst the other's jaw had dropped to the table.
"She's from Italy?! She doesn't look it, and I don't remember her from any mafia families!" the silver haired boy – Gokudera – hissed urgently into his counterpart's ear.
"HIIE?! You're telling me she's another mafia?!" Gokudera's counterpart – Sawada Tsunayoshi, the man with the foot-long hair – half squealed.
"Haha, Tsuna sure is popular, to have girls chasing after him from Italy," the black haired boy – Yamamoto Takeshi – who had been gazing dreamily out of the window turned to the short boy and laughed.
"It's no joke you idiot!" Gokudera had to control himself from yelling at Yamamoto. "But I can't recognise her! We'd better listen and see if she carries any threat…"
Oblivious to the whispered conversation by the window, Mary S. Tan continued from where she had stopped.
"Hola amigos!" she grinned at the crowd around her, as if that sentence proved that she, too, was from Italy.
The pair by the window almost fell out of their seats.
"Umm, Mary-san," the female classmate whom Mary could not remember the name of rubbed her hair sheepishly. "That's not Italian…"
"It isn't?" Mary blinked innocently. "My bad…actually, I'm not from Italy at all –" this caused more curses and scraping of chairs from the window. "– I'm actually Hispanic! Ole! Ni men hao ma*?"
Everyone blinked.
"Eto…Mary-san," the same female classmate whom Mary still could not remember the name of looked even more shocked. "The first word was Spanish, but I think the following words are Chinese…"
"Ah…" Mary seemed to have lost that little energy she had to begin with as her head drooped down once more. "It seems that my identity is rather mixed, no?"
With that, the girls could get nothing else out of her as Mary S. Tan had withdrawn into her own little world, her lifeless eyes staring darkly past the table and at something no one could figure.
Meanwhile, more strange things were happening in the class above where the supernatural was no longer a question…
'ni men hao ma' : I used Chinese 'pin yin' for this. It means "How are you?".