Spring Winds
Full Synopsis:
Follow the perspective of a new transfer student to Namimori Middle, Nanase Sakura, as she breaks out of her cynical shell and finds herself tumbling into whole new situations along with Tsuna and friends. How far will she go for them and how far will they go for her? Daughter of a scientist, Innocenti, who has his hands in a top secret research, Sakura has been protected and blinded by a false sense of contentness her whole life. She is conflicted with her heart pitted against her mind, unsure if she was willing to risk getting hurt for something she never got to know.
Will she stay the naive and innocent bystander or thrown into the world she didn't know existed?
Also, Sakura is inexperienced in the area of friendship and love, unable to distinguish the difference. Will she be entranced by the warm smiles of Yamamoto Takeshi, whose only feelings she even dares to hope understand? Or will she flirt with death as she chases the unreachable Hibari Kyoya, equipped with chilling smirks and guts she hated more than anyone? Or will Sakura fall for the unexpected at the most unpredictable time as she turns the corners of obstacles thrown her way? Will she realize her true feelings in time or will it already be too late when she does?
"It was Spring when I learned the true meaning of this new feeling.
The flutters, lost of breath, a jumbled mind, the almost unnoticeable light skip of a beat.
Perhaps even the lump in your throat, one you have to swallow down or be swallowed by your own tears.
The one that just makes you feel like soaring into the sky or shy away into the ground.
I think it was love. But what is love really?"
Genre: Romance, Friendship, Family, Hurt/Comfort, little Angst, little Tragedy. Slight-SI (order of events; Future arc), Slight-AU.
Rating: T-M. (Nothing too mature, just in case)
Pairings: OC x *TBA (though it means that it's up to readers to analyze)
A/N : Hi, welcome! I'm kind of new to fan fiction so please don't expect too much. I tried my best to make the characters' personality as accurate as I can. Feel free to review and give me construct criticism. The story mostly follows the anime, in order of events, and I try to fit Sakura or my ideas into places that make sense / isn't too questionable.
Chapters are weirdly combined because I wrote it before uploading it on fanfiction. Just placing it together where it fits (in my opinion). I apologize if it's too much. :c
The perspective / her personality? Careful. Cynical. Always questioning. Analytic. Sassy. Quick tempered. And she talks to herself often (quite a lot, actually). Also, I wrote this story in first person perspective of a teenage girl that struggles and thinks through what she does. So I kind of aim for people to almost truly understand what she's going through and perhaps even learn things from it, I hope you'll like it. :)
The italics are meant to be Sakura's thoughts (mostly) or for emphasis.
I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or any of the characters (I wish).
PROLOGUE
"Sakura, I'll see you next week!"
Little did you know, little did you know... That you wouldn't.
"I can tell we're going to be great friends!"
Friends? I don't think so. If friends meant talking for a month then forgetting me the next, be my guest.
"Ehhh? I wish I was like you. You always seem so happy."
No, you don't. Because no one wishes for empty smiles and fake laughter.
"Nanase-san...I've admired you for a long time. And... I... I realized I have feelings for you after the time I've come to know you."
Liar. Don't make me laugh. You don't even know me so how could that be?
"Sakura. It's time, sweetie. Are you okay with transferring next week?"
Why do you even ask? It's not like what it matters what I think, right?
...
"Are you ready?"
He extended a hand out to me in invitation but the gesture itself was daunting, giving me no choice.
I placed mine gently on top of him, feeling the warmth of his skin. He smiled softly at me and I knew it was something that had to happen, for him.
"Of course."
Like it or not. Used to it or not. Want it or not.
I was ready.
I always am, always had been.
CHAPTER 1
All I see when I look around are people that don't understand me.
[ Days ago. ]
Footsteps. Loud. Hurried.
I turned my head around, hair whipping by me in a blur of light pink. I caught sight of wisps of black hair- What-
Air, sliced. Stunned. Eyes widened.
Panting. Pounding, beating. Holy-
I stared into silver. Silver, metallic weapons. Gleaming in the light. Silver, blueish narrowed eyes. Glinting in malicious intent.
Three inches. No, two. No, one. One inch away from my face, was a tonfa.
I drew a huge breath, my hands still up, palms out as if trying to deny of anything I could have been doing wrong. Fast, that was way too fast.
My reaction speed faltered and I cursed myself internally, in the sense that I could've been hit. If he didn't stop. But why did he even-
An uncomfortable, over beating heart.
"Um-"
"You're not in uniform."
WHAT the. "Excuse me?" I felt my eyes narrowing, tracing his form. Lean, thin. Black messy hair, piercing narrowed eyes. A black jacket slung over his shoulders and a red armband.
Screw it. I'm not going to even TRY and be polite to this kid. Because who the hell gets all smiley and bubbly with a weapon one inch away from their face? 'Hey, really nice meeting you, fancy thing you got aiming for my face there!'
"Don't make me repeat myself, herbivore."
Herbi-what? "I'm about to go register for school. I don't have a uniform," I glared. "Would it have KILLED you to ask me before," I placed a hand on his tonfa, pushing it back away from my face disgustedly, "trying to attack me?"
His expression did not change. His very arrogant expression. "Consider yourself lucky. I'll let you off this time. But once you registered, I will bite you to death for not wearing the appropriate attire. Do not disrespectful MY school's rules."
And what makes this HIS school? First impression: a royal pain.
Lucky, he said (I'm not going to even question 'bite'). 'Lucky' as in the first few minutes I've taken a step into my new school's building, I almost took a metal tonfa right into my face. Not to mention, the first moment I took a step into the school's grounds, I almost got hit by a baseball flying towards my head. Some tall guy, a bit tanned with black spiky hair, and a warm huge smile to go with his warm brown eyes. Though that wasn't the point.
Lucky, he called me.
'Lucky' would be nice.
But I had never experienced anything 'lucky'.
And now that I was glancing around the school, watching his receding back as he walked further and further away. I'm starting to believe this was the start of something very, very opposite of 'lucky'.
"Why don't you consider yourself a decent human being? So then perhaps I won't have to be the only person lying to myself," I muttered under my breath.
And I wonder if I should be glad he was far from hearing distance. Though part of me wished he did, just so I can wipe that arrogant smirk off his face. But something tells me I might not live for long.
BUT in the meantime, I have registering to do. And a heart to calm.
Only if he hadn't caught me off guard, sending my heartbeats skyrocketting.
Surely, surely.
[ Present. ]
I checked myself in the tall length mirror and light brown eyes stared back at me. My light pink hair was growing longer, it reached halfway behind my back. I ruffled my bangs in slight frustration, it never turns out the way I want it to.
I was dressed in a white button up, dark gray skirt, and an over-sized navy cardigan. I tightened the red bow around my neck and made sure it was perfectly straight before I left. I was dressed in the appropriate attire for my new school.
For I, did not want to deal with that again. But whatever. Out of sight, out of mind.
I almost laughed to myself earlier in the morning when I looked to a certain side of the closet. The one filled with different school uniforms. Really, it was like a small little collection of mine. Right now, I have about three different middle school ones. The elementary ones were put away neatly in a box.
I was walking carefully down the spiral staircases when I met a decently tall man with broad shoulders, dark green eyes, comb over brown hair, and a lab coat. He smiled at me with a nod and I bowed quickly.
"Sakura, good morning." He spoke with a light accent. Must be Italian. My dad's fairly new research partner greeted me with a coffee mug in one hand and files in the other. Usually my father and his team would be working on their separate floor of the mansion but I supposed this person happened to come down for breakfast.
"Good morning!" I greeted. I kind of forgot his name.. It started with a K... Koe? Koe...ni? No, that wasn't right either. I give up, I'll ask my dad later.
"Ah, are you headed to school?" he asked.
"Yes, my first day at a new school," I replied, sighing. Sucks.
He chuckled softly. "Your dad was always the cautious one," he patted my head and looked over to the stairs. "Sometimes it's bad to be too cautious," he mumbled before turning back to me. Cautious was an understatement. Perhaps cautious was an entirely wrong word.
"Well, I have to get back to working. Have a good day," he smiled. I thanked him before he left upstairs assumingly to my father's office. I left the house and entered into the car where my driver was patiently waiting for me.
"Namimori Middle School?" he checked, turning around to look at me. I nodded slowly.
"Namimori Middle School," I repeated more for myself than for confirmation.
From all the anime that I've watched and books I've read, apparently moving to a new school was supposed to be either nerve wrecking or really exciting. For me, it was neither. I didn't feel much about it nor did I really care. Just another school.
The reason why I'm attending a new school was because my father didn't think my old school was safe anymore. It was more because he didn't want me getting close to people because they would find my connection to him. He is extremely paranoid. Did I mind? Well I suppose I got used to it.
My dad was a scientist and he does research on something that was top secret. Even his family, which is now only me, is denied access to the information. To be honest, it never bothered me. He told me it was safer that way.
My mom died when I was young due to her involvement and I hardly have any memories of her. Therefore he kept me safe; he also had me tutored in martial arts, self defense, and even killing if it ever had to come down to that. So because of that I understood. I had to, right?
Ever since I was little, I learned that the world was not safe and people can't be easily trusted. Therefore I never really got close to anybody. If I wanted to think a bit deeper, I suppose I can't even consider being close to my dad. He was always immersed in his research so I went days without seeing or talking to him.
So I was a little bird kept in the comforts of my father's cage of protection and cynical values. Did I care? Not really. How could I care? A bird that was born in a cage knew not of freedom. Did not yearn for something it never experienced. Did not hope to fly because it didn't know know how to. The outside world was nothing more than the bird's painted picture from imagination. It was content and it safe from all the predators in the world.
Isn't that all that matters?
Here we go again.
When I passed the gate of the school, a few people stared at me and I heard a few whispers. People were so easily curious, so easily intrigued. This was normal to me so I didn't pay too much attention to them. Because what was the point? They'd be nothing to me soon enough.
However, it kinda bugged me when the whispers got louder. I noticed a few people backing away. What's their deal?
If I didn't turn around, I would've thought it was due to me and something strange about me like I'm wearing the wrong uniform or an octopus was stuck to my head. After pausing and looking behind me, I met dark, cold grey eyes that sent some unknown shiver down my spine. Oh-
It belonged to a guy a few inches taller than me with black disheveled hair. He was in uniform except there was a black gakuran slung across his shoulders, flying back like some cape as he strolled down his way. There was a red armband on the sleeve of it.
And now I know for sure that he was 'bad news'. The fear in people's eyes. The reluctant glances. The mumblings, mutterings.
He was tailed by a bunch of other guys who were wearing the same black jacket except buttoned up. Their hair was all styled in the same way, typical of delinquents in anime. Is this some kind of joke?
"It's Hibari-san!" some guy whispered loudly to his friend. Hibari.
"The head of the disciplinary committee!" this other one yelled and made a run for it.
I'm guessing he's to be feared? I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Very impressive.
"H-Hibari-san!" I looked over to the source, it came from this light brown haired kid among a group of other guys.
"Herbivore" he said. Herbivore? Why does he even say that? His eyebrows furrowed and the brown haired kid's back straightened. "Stop crowding around or I'll bite you to death," he threatened, showing a pair of tonfas. Bite, he said. Are people supposed to be carrying weapons around school? I suppose the disciplinary committee is allowed to.
The small looking kid made this scared hiiiiii noise. "Juudaime!" the gray haired guy said to the shaking kid, supposedly 'juudaime'. Whatever that meant. He returned his attention to the disciplinary committee guy, "You! How dare you say that?!" baring his teeth.
"Now now, let's stop scaring our new transfer student," an older, male voice came out from behind. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to see an average height man probably in his 50s, our principal I would assume. 'Scaring' he said. Try 'displeasing' because I was one thought away from leaving this school and never coming back.
The noisy group broke up and the disciplinary committee leader left to a different direction but not before meeting eye contact with me, a static like feeling shocked me. His eyebrows furrowed and I had no idea what that was for, unless he remembered me, but I figured he does that to everyone anyways. What's his problem?
"You're Sakura-chan, right? Nanase Sakura," the principal smiled. I nodded and he proceeded to show me around the school and the way to my class. We finally stopped in front of a classroom labeled 2-A and he knocked before entering with me as the smell of chalk hit me. The chattering suddenly stopped and they all looked up at me in surprise and wonder.
"This must be the new student! Class, welcome our new transfer student, Nanase Sakura" the teacher said after he wrote my name on the board.
They all started talking at once; I didn't bother to hear what they were saying. It was just another one of those things I got used to.
Smile, remember to smile. "I'm Nanase Sakura. Nice to meet you!" I bowed, letting my light pink hair cascade down beside me.
As always, I was going for a friendly, approachable, and sweet type of character. Gets along with everyone but doesn't really get close to anyone. All smiley, warm. Bright. Though doing so, sometimes I started to really question: Is that how I might actually be? Deep down. But then- No.
I caught a few things they wondered, whether I was a foreigner or if pink was my natural hair color. No, I was born here and yes, pink is my natural hair color. I was half Italian. Father, italian. Mother, Japanese. They weren't married so I inherited my mother's last name. Also for safety purposes I assume.
The teacher turned his attention to me, "You may sit in the open seat" which was by the window. Lucky. I walked down the row and noticed the timid brown hair kid along with his overly defensive gray haired friend. This is going to be a noisy class, I can already tell.
I sat down gingerly in my seat and scanned the room only quickly. To my side, I caught the gaze of a tall guy with black spiky hair. I faintly recall him being in the group along with the brunette and the gray haired guy. Ah! Not to mention, the baseball when I was registering. That was definitely...something to get a girl's attention.
His head was rested on his arms, a book stationed in front of him in order to probably hide the fact that he was trying to sleep. He flashed me a wide grin and I found myself glancing away quickly, too dazzled by it that I forgot to smile back.
The class went on typically, the teacher read from the book and had students answer the questions. We already learned most of the material in my other school so I spent my time gazing outside the window.
Finally, the bell rang and released the students for lunch. Thank goodness. I had enough of my terrible doodles and finding the many different shades of blue in the sky. And if you asked me, I'd say there was only one. So basically I was staring at a blank sheet of light blue, yes.
"Nanase-chan," a girl called from behind me. I looked up and found two girls. One had short brown hair and the other had long black hair with no bangs. "Hi, I'm Kyoko and this is Hana!" she smiled as Hana greeted me.
"Ah, you can just call me Sakura then," I smiled back. I won't see these two ever again after a semester or so there was almost no point in remembering their names.
"Sakura-chan then, where did you move from?"
"From the other side of town, I attended Fujisaki middle school," I informed them. Fujisaki. Which semester was that again? I just told them one of the many, it's not like it matters to them anyways.
"I see. Would you like to join us and a few more for lunch?" she raised up her neatly wrapped bento box.
I suppose it couldn't hurt since I didn't want to be a loner for this entire semester, only reason why I made temporary friends. "Sure, that sounds fun!" I replied.
I followed the two girls outside the room, only mildly paying attention to my surroundings. We walked up a few flights of stairs and the fresh air engulfed me as she opened the metal door. The bright sun took a little while to adjust to and I had to blink several times for my vision to adjust. She lead me over to a group on the roof and I almost automatically regret my decision.
"EH?! REALLY?!" someone exclaimed loudly. It must have been the brown haired, smaller kid.
"Sakura-chan said she'd join us today," Kyoko announced happily even though it was a little too late now, "Sakura-chan, this is Ryouhei, my brother.. Tsuna-kun.. Gokudera-kun.. and Yamamoto-kun" she gestured to each one of them.
Tsuna happened to be the scared, easily intimidated kid from earlier. But he seemed nice and approachable. "N-Nice to meet you, Nanase-san!"
"Sakura is fine," I smiled.
Gokudera was the overly dramatic friend. "Che," was the only noise he made when introduced.
Yamamoto seemed to be the only normal one, I deemed after speculation. And the one with a very bright smile. "Sakura..-chan, huh? Nice to meet you!"
"A pleasure," I smiled.
So I got a positive reaction except for Gokudera who just scoffed at me which I had to remind myself to just ignore. Well, good enough. I guess.
The air seemed different up here, more relaxed. More cheerful. Something about this scene, this environment seemed welcoming. Therefore, I deemed it to be dangerous.
They spent their time talking about various things and joking around. I laughed whenever I figured it was appropriate to. By the end of the time, I realized a few things about their relationship.
Hana and Kyoko are best friends.
Tsuna seemed to like Kyoko.
Gokudera is really fond of Tsuna and doesn't like anyone picking on Tsuna.
Yamamoto tries to get along with everyone.
I had always been like an observer. Safe, on the sidelines. A bystander.
But why is it that the air around them seem to be inviting. Pulling me in. I wonder if this too,
was the start of something.
And where will I fit into this?
Will I even?
I was replacing my shoes with my outside ones as a girl came cheerfully bouncing up to me. She had short auburn hair and light brown eyes. She had a sleeveless navy blue sweater vest on and the sleeves of her white button up was rolled up mid way.
Something about her seemed a bit tomboyish but overall, she displayed the attitude of a happy-go-lucky person. I didn't mind those types of people much but they were definitely harder to shake off.
"Hi there! Are you the new transfer student everyone is talking about?"
"Everyone?" I frowned slightly. And what exactly have they been talking about?
"In a good way, of course! People are always excited for new students," she giggled.
I don't recognize this girl as one of my classmates though. "I see. Well, I'm Nanase Sakura. You can call me Sakura though, nice to meet you," I greeted properly.
"My name is Tanabe Ririka, but call me Riri! I'm in Class 2-C," she grinned. This girl came all the way here to greet me? "We should hang out sometime or get to know each other!" I nodded slightly even though I was wary of her words. What if she had ulterior motives?
I noticed the students around us started hurriedly scattering away but as soon as that person came into sight, I soon realized why. He was the person that was causing such a commotion in the morning. I made a mental note to avoid him whenever I can.
"Stop crowding around and leave already or I'll bite you to death," the black haired student warned as he marched down the aisles. Really, what is that?
"What is that supposed to mean?" I frowned.
"It's his catch phrase," she shrugged. "C'mon, let's go before he yells at us," she grabbed my arm and hauled me outside the building. "That's the cool and dangerous, Hibari Kyoya!" Hibari Kyoya. Mental note: avoid previously mentioned name.
"Cool and dangerous? More like obnoxious and boorish," I rolled my eyes and caught my words before I said anymore. "I mean-" Ah man, that slipped. For some reason, I couldn't hold my cool around that guy or even the mentioning of him.
"You seem like an interesting person," she mused.
"Interesting?" I laughed softly.
"Yeah like one of those people who seem all proper, girly, and soft spoken on the outside but deep down you're like a raging dinosaur!"
I found myself actually laughing at her words. "Raging dinosaur? What an excellent choice of words," I sarcastically complimented her and she nodded happily despite it.
"Plus a lot of girls seem to admire him even though he scares them to death," she laughed. "And they think he's rather good looking."
"Is that so? Then, do you think so too?" I smirked and watched her reaction. I hummed as she thought for words to say. I didn't care if people believed me or not but I didn't spend time looking at people, "cute" guys (or whatever people deem them) included.
She stopped laughing and blushed slightly. "Well, I do. I had this huge crush on him when I was a first year here but... As you can probably guess, I couldn't get close. I don't think he even knows my name or even registers what I look like. I don't think he's interested in those types of things anyways," she chuckled and I nodded. I can see that. "I'm over it now. Plus there's this really cute guy in my class!" Such a honest girl she is.
She continued telling me about this supposedly cute guy in her class in a rant. Although I wasn't interested in love and all that, it seemed nice to not worry about when you're going to move and who you should bother talking to or how you should turn down their friendship. But what would it be like?
Riri stopped talking and grabbed my hand in hers, snapping my attention back to her. "I can tell that we're going to be great friends."
Great friends?
Ah, there it was again.
Sorry Riri, I don't keep friends.
[ Day 2. ]
"Nanase, how about you be the class representative?" He smiled, pushing up his glasses. No. Way.
"I rather not," I answered politely. I don't really know anyone here yet and… That's just not my thing.
"I think it'd be good for you since you're new. You'll get to know the class better," he patted my shoulder. I don't even want that, I thought to myself.
"I don't really want to," I mumbled, slowly backing away.
But he seems relentless. "Just try it for awhile! It can't hurt," he laughed. It could.
"I really don't think…"
"Please!" He clapped his hand in front of his face, closing his eyes. "No one is willing to do it!" He opened one eye to watch my reaction. I couldn't help but feel bad for him.. But… "I can only rely on you!" He pushed.
"There's almost thirty students?!" I exclaimed and sighed.
"You can just try it out," he smiled. "For a week. If you don't like it then I'll find someone else. Please!" It was distasteful watching a teacher beg me.
"Fine," I mumbled.
"Thank you!" He said as he patted my head. "Then for starters, will you take this form and head to the student council room after school?"
I looked down at the form but he already started leaving. This teacher….. I almost crumbled the paper. How dare he! He already filled out my name. He knew he was going to convince me. The nerve! I'll let him have it tomorrow, I grumbled internally.
I stormed off to my next class, probably scaring a few people along the way. But what did I care for right now? I'm annoyed.
I let out a breath as I entered the classroom, taking my seat.
[ After school. ]
Here it goes.
I knocked on the door and I heard a clatter of a seat before it slid open in front of me.
"Ah, are you the new class representative for 2-A?" a seemingly kind guy asked. Not willingly. I nodded regardless and he extended his arm out, gesturing me in.
I walked in gingerly and I found everyone seated in some kind of square like formation. Six people were standing, out of a total of maybe fifteen, including me and the guy. Three were girls on one side, holding a paper. One guy was standing at the window, arms folded in front of his chest and…. I only noticed when he opened his eyes to meet eye contact with me. ...Geez. Why me?
"You can have a seat there," he pointed to the end of the table, closest to the guy at the window, and I think I might trip out of my excessive carefulness (how ironic that'd be). "Ah but before that. Please give me the form and introduce yourself," he smiled.
I somehow handed him the paper and drew a small breath to regain my composure. "Ah um. I'm Nanase Sakura, 2-A's class representative. Nice to meet you. A pleasure to work with you," I bowed, my light pink hair cascading down in front of me, and they all greeted me.
"I'm the student council president, Hatake Minori. But I'll introduce everyone later. Right now, we're a bit behind on schedule," he explained and I barely noticed as his eyes lightly skittered over to the person stationed at the window, one that I'm willing myself to not think about right now.
I nodded and took a seat, feeling slightly out of place.
They seemed to be discussing the next event or something because they were reading out the assigned rooms for the committees and clubs.
"Ehhh? The spacious reception room is taken by one committee? What gives?!" This girl with a ponytail complained as she frowned at the paper in her hand.
"H-Hey…" the girl next to her whispered sharply but it was audible to all. "That belongs to the disciplinary committee.. Hibari-san's!" Hibari, the punk. And apparently he was bad for her health too because her eyes widened like deer in the headlight. Though I'm sure we have different opinions about Hibari-san.
She turned over to him and bowed several times. "I'm sorry, Hibari-san! Please forgive me!"
I finally allowed myself to take a look at him and… Wow. Bad idea.
He was still leaned against the wall beside the window of an orange tinting sky, an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. "Then. You may continue." Girl, continue whether or not he says to. Where's your back bone? Though I knew, from the time I've been here, that she'd be murdered if she defied him.
"We will not stand for this!" Another guy spoke up. Hibari's attention shifted over to him and I found mine following.
"Oh?" I heard from behind me.
Suddenly, a few members showed up out of no where. Seriously, were they always there? "It isn't fair! We won't give in!" They chanted together and if I had any actual position in this council, I'd have kicked them out. Annoying. I looked over at the president who was just nervously regarding Hibari more than the bothersome members.
"Is that so?" His voice dripped with amusement and everyone in room seemed to have tensed up except for the very determined set of people. Not like I couldn't have guessed right away, but it seems best for everyone to just listen to every ridiculous thing that comes out of his mouth.
I sighed and started blocking everything out. This is ridiculous. I wasn't sure what else went on but it seemed to take another twenty minutes until the meeting and the introductions were over.
Everyone started filing out and I was the second to last person in the room. I tucked the newly given papers into a binder and placed it in my bag. I allowed myself a glance at the disciplinary committee leader and I found him staring outside the window. But from the notice of my glance, he met my eyes again and I gasped quietly. Involuntarily. Pathetic. A chill ran down my spine from the eye contact with his steel gray ones.
"..G-Good work," I managed to mumble because well, I'm trying to be civil. That's what people say right? At least that's what I heard them mumble before leaving even though I didn't think anyone did anything so I didn't really reply.
He SCOFFED, turning away. My blood boiled, ready to snap. AND I tried.
The nerve! At least say it back. Have some decency- But whatever.
I turned around to leave, I was so close too but.. "Wait." I shifted my attention back to the prefect, waiting. Hibari left his station at the window and walked closer to me. I could already feel the trouble coming because well, I was looking right at it.
"What is it?" I asked, still trying to be polite as I could.
"Your hair."
I glanced down at the light pink hair that piled over my shoulders, reaching towards my waist. "What about my hair?"
"It's against the school rules," he narrowed his eyes. What.
"Excuse me?"
"It's in the school rules."
I took out the pamphlet I read the other day (slightly surprised he's actually giving me time to read it) and scanned the selections. I sighed. "It says students are not allowed to dye their hair. My hair color is natural, pardon," I frowned.
"I see." He sees? Something about his smug grin has me tingling to throw the book at his face but I left with my better judgement.
This guy must be an all around prick if he's even picking at the color of my hair. Though perhaps it wasn't something he could punish me for. But something tells me it might not even matter, seeming that no rules governed him though he governs others by it.
I've seen him chase down people for being late, for ditching class, for standing groups... For almost anything. He just does whatever he wishes. Must be nice. Being a punk, that is. I'm starting to wonder why no one has told him off. Kick his behind off his high horse and royal throne. Royal pain in the butt, rather.
OMAKE
before chapter 2 (below)
[ Day 3. ]
"You."
Me? I fought the urge to roll my eyes and walked away so I turned around to meet his cold gray eyes instead. "Yes?"
Hibari threw something at me and I struggled to catch it but I managed to do so anyways, letting out a breath of relief when I did. The object in my hand was identical to the student book I had.
"Read it."
I gave him one last glance before turning my attention to the small book. 'Students are not allowed to dye their hair or have unique colored hair such as pink.' Pink. Specifically.
"Unbelievable!" Distressed tone and a frown to go with it. "Well, you work quickly." Just what powers does he hold over this school?
"I expect to see your hair dyed by tomorrow or you will be disciplined."
"If I dyed my hair, wouldn't I break the other rule?"
"I'll make an exception," he smirked. Wow, I feel so special.
And he walked away without bothering to hear of my reply.
"Well don't hold your breath," I muttered. Actually, feel free to do so. Because it isn't happening.
[ Day 4. ]
And I was disciplined. Because why the hell would I dye my hair?
...This was uncomfortable. My only friend was a clock on the far away wall, ticking away to my freedom and counting the seconds of my doom.
And then there was him.
"What?" he frowned.
"What do you mean 'what'?" I returned his expression.
"You're staring and it's annoying."
"Well I don't exactly have a choice in a detention without anything to do, now do I?"
"Oh?" he smirked as he walked closer to me, pulling out tonfas that he always mysteriously has hidden. "Would you like something to do?"
"Yes. Minus you," I answered flatly.
"Your opinions don't matter." He was getting dangerously close.
"You just asked," I retorted.
He seemed to have disliked my answer because a blur was swung at my face-
"Hibari-sama!" The door slammed open to reveal a distressed looking disciplinary committee. "T-There was an explosion on the e-east wing!" An explosion?
"What?" he hissed. He gave me one last glance. "I'll bite you to death next time." No thanks.
Then he left. And another day of my life was spared.
[ Day 5. ]
"I don't think you have it in you to know how to discipline anyone without using violence."
"Is that a challenge?" Success!
And that is how I avoided a tonfa to my face (for quite some time actually).
[ Day 6. ]
"Tell me why I'm sitting here staring at you again?"
"Because you are an idiotic herbivore that goes against the school rules." He means his rules.
"You know, if you wanted to be friends, you could just have said so."
Slam. I blinked, looking up at the prefect whose palm was pressed on the desk I was sitting at. "You really want to get bitten to death, don't you?"
"No, I really don't. What I want is for you to stop giving me detention and picking on me," I frowned.
"Oh?" He smirked. "Is that so, herbivore?"
I hummed, watching his expression turn from amused to impatient. "Don't you want a girlfriend?"
"What?"
"You have a horde of girls drooling over you. If you just changed your personality.." Drastically. "You'd be really popular, you know-" I gasped.
He had a grip on the collar of my shirt, pulling me towards him as he leaned closer. "And why would I do that?"
"That's a good question," I managed to say though I couldn't quite look him in the eyes. I blame the close proximity. "Maybe your days would start to sparkle and everything would feel like sunshine and rainbows? They say love is magical. Perhaps you should try it."
He let me go and I could finally breathe again. "That is for pathetic herbivores. It only makes you weak."
"Love can make people stronger," I muttered. Why were we talking about this again? "But then again, what do I know?"
"Nothing." Did he just call me stupid? Then again, hasn't he been?
I frowned. "You're awfully rude. Why do you hate me? I just got here."
"It's your annoying pink hair and sassy attitude that's just asking to be bitten to death for," he replied. Trademark smirk.
I feigned a casual shrug. "I don't know, to be honest I quite enjoy the attention you give me," I smiled 'sweetly'. "You know, it's like those elementary kids who bully the people they like."
He watched me for a moment, mouth in a hard pressed line.
Reverse psychology. That's how I got Hibari Kyoya to back off (only temporarily).
CHAPTER 2
The new school has been serving me the same way other schools have so far (minus all interactions with Hibari). Although, I guess I could say I had made more friends than the usual. It was probably because of my... mistake the first day. However, I can't say I hated it. I thought it was a rather interesting experience. I got to meet new types of people and surprisingly, even know more about them.
It's been roughly a month since I've moved there and I guess I've become a bit closer to that one specific group. Was it a bad? No, not really. Was it a bad idea? Probably, yes.
"Juudaime! You can do this! If you can't do this, no one can!" Gokudera exclaimed. No, I'm pretty sure a lot of people can do this; it was basic math afterall.
We were staying after school to help Tsuna study due to his terrible math score (of 30). I was asked to join because I was pretty decent at math and after thirty minutes with them, I realized that I was one of the more capable people to actually be able to explain something.
Gokudera was smart, I'd have to admit, but his way of teaching is way beyond Tsuna.
"According to the equation, the function is derived from-..." And I lost him there. Plus his explanation sounded like calculus, not algebra.
Somewhere along the way, this girl from another school, named Haru, came by to help Tsuna. By the looks of it, I'd say she has a crush on him. Although all she was doing was telling him how much she's supporting him or showing off her costumes so that was definitely not helping.
"Don't worry Tsuna-san! Haru believes in you! Haru supports you all the way!" ...And she talked in third person. AND she was wearing a Namahage costume... Moving on.
Yamamoto, on the other hand, was there for fun since he got decent scores just by guessing. I found that pretty amazing. Not to mention his explanations were...weird. If I wanted to be nice, and I did, I'll just leave it as 'weird'.
"You need to feel it! Like take the equation and chyuuu! Subtracting it like gyaaa and bringing it over like daaa!" ...What?
"I have no idea what you're saying!" Tsuna exclaimed, putting his head in his hands.
"What in the world is that dumb explanation, baseball brain?!" Gokudera complained.
So I sighed and realized it was up to me.
"So you take x and then…" I looked up and saw Tsuna looking up the door, "Are you paying attention?" I asked, getting a bit impatient.
"Hibari-san" he said.
Hibari? I followed Tsuna's gaze over to the disciplinary chair at the door. He had his jacket draped over his shoulders like usual. How does that not slip off?
"Yo, senpai!" called out Yamamoto. Oh boy. And to think I've been successfully avoided being in any contact with him for the past few weeks. I'm sure that any contact with him meant that I would be in trouble. And 'trouble' is something I really didn't like.
"What is that smell?" Hibari pinched his nose and his eyes narrowed while he scanned the room. Please leave. Just leave. If it smells bad, go somewhere else.
"What do you mean?" Yamamoto asked, confused.
"You." He turned his attention and glared at me. Me? I was too surprised to speak so I'm pretty sure I just stood there with my mouth open like an idiot for a bit. I smell? But. I didn't exercise really so... Plus, I showered every day. And I put on lotion-
Yamamoto leaned in to smell me. I'm started to feel uncomfortable due to having him be in such a close proximity so I stiffened.
"Sakura-chan smells like cherry blossoms," he chuckled. Funny. But probably true.
Hibari wrinkled his nose and walked away, grumbling something inaudibly. Well you, sir, smell like rude jerk. I felt my nails dig into my palm. What's his problem anyways?!
"D-Don't mind it too much, Sakura-chan.. Hibari-san is just... a bit weird," Tsuna chuckled awkwardly.
'Weird' he said. Tsuna's obviously too nice. Try, 'prick'.
I just smiled and told them it was okay. It was definitely not okay.
That guy pisses me off and I didn't understand how he could be so rude to a girl (a bit sexist, excuse me). I got over it after a few minutes and then we turned back into studying. Well me trying my best to teach Tsuna who I suppose was also trying his best.
I have never met anyone that irritated me to a new level but what I didn't know yet is that this was only just the beginning.
Today, I told my driver I'll be walking with people for a bit. I never really had the chance to and I figured this time it was okay. I suppose I wanted to try doing that at least once. It couldn't hurt, right? Tsuna, Gokudera, Yamamoto, and I walked together until the other two split off into different directions and I was left alone with Yamamoto.
I wonder what we looked like to other people. If we were like friends? A couple?
My attention was fixated upon the sky that blanketed the town in its light orange hue. I enjoyed the silence, minus the sounds of our footsteps. Our shadows were elongated, stretching out far behind us and I found myself interested in the way my longer hair bounced behind my back.
"Today was fun, wasn't it?" His voice snapped me out of my thoughts, commanding my attention. He walked with his arms behind his head leisurely while I strolled with my hands clasped behind my back.
"Yeah," I admitted. I guess it wasn't so bad to spend time with people. Fun, hm. Perhaps 'fun' might not be so bad.
"Do you move often, Sakura-chan?" he glanced at me and I nodded. Often. I almost scoffed. Often was such an understatement. Really, who moves every semester or half of it sometimes?
"I probably won't be here much longer, to be honest" and much to my surprise, I sounded a bit sad.
He frowned and said, "Well looks like we're going to have to make every day tons of fun" he chuckled. Is he flirting? Or is he just kind? By the looks of it, it would be safer to think Yamamoto Takeshi was just being nice. After being here for while, I can tell he gets along with everyone.
I smiled at his ...kindness, "I suppose this is the closest I ever got to anyone in school." Wow, that sounded kind of sad.
"Is that so…" he paused to find words, "I'm glad you chose us then. We can still keep in touch even if you move," he suggested.
"Yea," I lied. I laughed a bit and nodded. I didn't really choose them though, I guess it just happened.
"Do you miss your old friends?" he asked. Miss. Can't miss something you never knew.
"Somewhat," I lied again, "Although I was never really close to them" I said truthfully.
"Ehhh? Does that mean I'm special?" he laughed at his own joke, probably. Special.
I joined in with him. I wasn't sure how to reply. Don't trust anyone. They'll only hurt you.
I know, dad. I know.
We walked for awhile only involving in small conversations. Yamamoto stopped in front of a traditional style sushi restaurant and said he lived here. Sushi? I looked up at the sign. Take..Sushi. Take(su)shi? I giggled to myself but I found him watching me with a very gentle smile.
"My dad runs this place, it's really good! Would you like to come in?" he offered kindly.
"Um…" I thought for a second that it'd be okay but then I realized that I'm making my driver wait, "It's fine. Perhaps another day, thank you though!" I smiled.
"Yep! Come anytime and it'll be on the house!" He smiled. Smiley. Too smiley? Too warm. Warm? "See you!" he waved and walked inside, leaving me by myself again.
I waved until I lost sight of him, my hand falling down lifelessly by my side.
But isn't it lonesome?
Was it my heart or mind that questioned me?
For once, it did feel quite lonely. Knowing what it was like and being without it.
I was left by myself again. The words echoing in the caverns of my mind.
Again.
A/N: I apologize for how slow this started off but please bare with me, I've tried my best to make the new few chapters more interesting. Thank you for reading!