Some random thing I put together... Updated whenever I feel like it. This was written to distract me from my allergies though. Damn allergic reactions. :(

OCS:

Dante

Maria

Joey

Alfred

This FF is written in Asakura Dante's POV

Disclaimer: I don't own Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!

"Dante! Get your lazy ass out of bed!!~~" Maria chimed from downstairs.

"Damn it, I nearly caught the cupcake!" I groaned as I scowled and cracked open an eye.

"YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO GET THE CUPCAKE!" Joey's voice cackled.

"YOU SONNOVA-"

"LANGUAGE!" Maria exclaimed. Joey was laughing like crazy outside of my door.

"THE BOTH OF YOU GET READY TO GO TO SCHOOL OR I'M LEAVING YOU BEHIND!" I grumbled as I leaped out of bed.

"YOU'RE SO MEAN ALFRED!" Joey cried.

I got ready at the speed of light and bolted out of my bedroom in my Namimori Middle school uniform to breakfast. Once I sat down at the table, I got a few strange looks from Maria.

"Were you out working last night?" She asked. Alfred looked up from his newspaper and put down his cup of coffee.

"Yeah…," I groaned and ran a hand through my short hair.

"It's amazing anyone would take you," Joey muttered, taking a seat at the table and stealing a piece of my toast.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "Not like you'd do any better. This job pays good money you know."

"Yeah, for you to go on you ha-"

"Joey!" Maria hissed. I looked blankly down at my piece of toast and yawned.

"Let him say what he wants Maria," I said mid-yawn.

"But Dante-"

"It's time to go," Alfred interrupted.

The three of us stood up and left the house, leaving Maria sitting quietly at the table.

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"I can't believe I have to go to the same exact school at you idiots," I grumbled. Joey was one year older than me and Alfred was a secretary for the office.

"So why don't you hurry up and die?" Joey growled. He didn't like me very much, and I could understand why. You see, I'm not blood-related to anyone in that house. My parents are long gone, and Alfred, being a friend of my old man, took me in, even though he knew absolutely nothing about me or my family. Friendship's an amazing thing, isn't it?

"I'd like to, but unfortunately my life doesn't work that way," I muttered. "I support most of the family you know."

"Not my fault the school pays so lowly," Alfred growled.

"You just whore yourself!" Joey spat.

"Herbivore, so swearing on school grounds, you're disturbing the peace," The school's prefect Hibari Kyouya said with a frown. Joey kept his head low and nodded. I didn't really give a damn. I walked right past him, thought he didn't really seem to care at the least. As long as his lovely school is kept the way he likes it. And Joey thought I was disgusting.

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I barely pay attention in class anymore, it's not like the teacher gives a damn if I do or not. 'Cause of course, this teacher is one of my so called, customers. He's paying quite a bit, I wonder where he gets the money from, especially if the pay is low like Alfred says.

I could fall asleep and snore like there was no tomorrow and I wouldn't get kicked out or busted. Heh, benefits from my job.

I rested my chin in the palm of my hand and looked out the window on my left.

"Gokudera."

"100 percent." Some of the girls in the class squealed but I gagged. He's half-Italian, half-Japanese too, but I could care less.

"Sawada," The old fart said.

"Uwah! No-good Tsuna got a 5!" A kid laughed.

"Are you serious?" A few other kids started laughing. I kept a bored expression on my face.

"Asakura," The teacher called. I raised my head with a bored expression. I sighed and stood up, walking over to retrieve my test.

"Asakura-san got another 100!" One girl giggled. I frowned and didn't look like I gave a damn while getting my test.

"That's the indifferent Asa-kun for you!"

My eye twitched. Just because I look like a boy and have a boy name does not mean they can give me male suffixes! It's not my fault my parents wanted a boy instead of a girl! I glanced at the old man and he gave me a strange look. No fucking way am I screwing him again, not even for money. I just glared at him, though he just smirked. Ugh. Asakura Dante. Da fuck did my parents have to make a halfie?

I sighed and went back to my seat. I could care less what the hell happens in class.

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My phone vibrated in my pocket at the end of class. I flipped it open and looked at the text message I received. It was from Maria.

Dante!~ I grimaced as I read that.

Be a dear and buy tonight's groceries, would you? Alfred has a meeting and Joey has sports practice! Thanks!

I scrolled down and saw the items she wanted me to buy. Oh well, didn't have anything to do anyways.

--

"What the hell does she plan to make?" I grumbled as I read the grocery list while walking to the store. "Mushrooms, garlic sauce, bananas…? Is she making a poisonous concoction?" I frowned and slipped my phone back in my pocket and continued my way to the grocery store.

"Tolerate…" I glanced over to see some idiots I think that were from my class and some cow-suit kid. I gave them one glance before I looked away with disinterest. I blinked as I heard some people shouting my name.

"ASAKURA-SAN! WATCH OUT!"

I looked over in time to see some weird purple cylinder before I was surrounded by smoke.

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