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If you haven't read the first arc, Rebuild, then a lot of the events that go on in this story will not make sense. I suggest you struggle through reading it before moving onto this story. You can find it on my profile, since I cannot provide a link here for you. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy your time!

Chapter 1: Here We Go Again

"There's all sorts of new kids here!"

"There's some transfer students from that Shimon School, and then there's some that didn't even live in the country."

"There was one homeschooled girl, though the rest I'm not sure about."

"Oh I hope they're hot!"

The chitchat of young students filled the court yard as they waited for the bell to signal them to go to class for the day. The Vongola were there, as usual, but they had seen no sign of the younger Espinoza guardians appearing.

"Geeze…They don't seem to be aware how Hibari feels about tardiness," Gokudera grumbled under his breath. His fingers twitched as he felt the urge to grab a cigarette that was hidden in his pocket, but he thought better and placed his pale digits on the pants' leg. "They're going to get beat."

Tsuna gave a sigh and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I don't know if Avrilina would stand for that…" Indeed, Avrilina's strength had never been compared to Hibari's strength, but the three boys put their full confidence into Hibari being able to beat Avrilina, even if she was the head of the infamous Espinoza family.

"She wouldn't be able to stand after that, that's for sure."

Just then, the bell chimed, signaling the youngsters to get to class. "Oh, time to go…Do you think they'll be in our class?" Gokudera gave a shrug in response and a irritated grumble at the thought of those crazy people entering his class. Rossi and Gabriel hasn't signed up, Gabriel because he was already too old to attend, and Rossi because she didn't want to waste time with school when her Kokuyo friends were about, but five out of seven was still too much for the bomber. The baseball loving boy next to him, though, seemed to think quite the opposite.

"I hope they are! They're funny people!"

Tsuna let out a soft sigh of exasperation. Yamamoto sure had a death wish when it came to interacting with the Espinoza. He had recently developed a friendly relationship with his favorite of the group, Kim, and seemed to get along well enough with the rest of the family. "I just want a peaceful year this year…"

They arrived in class, and were surprised to see the brown haired girl and one of her male guardians, Sen Fujiwara, already there. Sen has the traditional uniform on, yet his bright pink scarf, black hipster glasses that hid his stormy gray eyes and neon green belt made him stand out. He looked as if he just woke up and has thrown his black hair up in a stubby and messy ponytail with a bright blue ribbon he seemed to borrow from one of the girls. He seemed normal though as he sat in the desk, his posture still as poor as ever.

Avrilina seemed a bit different though. While her hair, just as untamed as her personality had no special thing about it, a pair of thin black glasses sat on her nose where a bandage wrapped around the majority of her face, covering the chain-like scar that spanned from under her left earlobe to the edge of her right cheek. Her skirt was of the shorter variety, but her long pea coat kept her modesty in check, and tall black stocking stretched up to her upper thigh before ending in some lacy embellishments where yet more chain link scars were hidden. She seemed focused on the syllabus in hand, and frustrated at the same time. She tore her green gaze away though and glared up at them. "Where have you been? This said to be at class at exactly seven twenty-five. It's nearly seven fourty."

Gokudera's brows furrowed in confusion. Was she really one of those people that were a stickler for rules? "Class doesn't start until eight, moron." Her lips drew down into a frown as she looked down at the paper written in common Japanese language and realized her mistake. She didn't voice it as her lip raised into a snarl of annoyance and she scratched out the time and rewrote it in her own native tongue.

"You should have been here earlier anyway."

"The tenth didn't want to come yet, and I stay with him."

"Lord, you're worse than Jean by a tenfold." The bell gave it's final chime as the teacher arrived, bearing a paper with names on it, Avrilina's and Sen's names on there in yellow highlighter along with two others.

"Please settle down; we have new students to introduce before we begin lessons."

The first of the two Shimon students arrived, a girl in bright, unusual garments, and when she entered in, her confidence higher then everyone else, nearly all the people's jaws dropped, even Avrilina's own mouth threatened to fall open with the shock. What the hell…? She turned her gaze to look at Sen, but his whole demeanor had changed, and those dark eyes were practically sparkling with interest at the new creature in front of him. This girl had managed to catch the interest of her Mist guardian, which was an amazing feat on its own, but when she turned her attention to the Silver haired Vongola guardian, she saw that he was also staring, intrigued with this new creature. Her lips turned down into a frown and she turned her emerald glare up to the front again, an equally green monster gnawing at her insides.

Shitt P., as she called herself, finished her…eccentric introduction, and a smaller, more normal looking boy stood in front, his shaky demeanor portraying how nervous he was and how low his confidence was in comparison to his female friend's. She could only barely catch his name, Enma Kozato, the first time he said it, and he had to repeat himself for her to be sure that's what she heard. As the teacher asked him to sit down, her eyes followed him, both frustrated and interested at how pathetic he was, and just as he passed, she saw a strange pattern in his eyes.

"Fujiwara! Introduce yourself!" Her attention was drawn to Sen, who sat in his seat nervously, his fingers yanking at his scarf and his eyes darting everywhere except to the teacher. "Get up here-"

"He's selectively mute." Avrilina hadn't hesitated to protect him from having to face others when he clearly had a fear of it. Her fierce eyes glowered at the teacher, almost daring him to defy her, and while the older man had dealt with many defiant kids, her look sent shivers up his spine and he simply moved on.

"Why don't you introduce yourself, Espinoza?"

"No." Her answer was simple, but got to the point quickly. She didn't stir from her relaxed place in her desk, but simply the way she held herself in an elegantly relaxed yet powerful position as if she was sitting in a throne and not a plastic chair made the man move on.

"…Today's topics are…"

The day had ended quickly enough, and Avrilina had escaped the class quickly, her expression clearly showing her irritation with her lips drawn up into a snarl as she trudged to the front gate and waited for her guardians to meet her outside the school, yet they never came. Her green eyes scanned the horizon, and while she assumed that the ones that attended school would have found companions to hang out with after school, but even Gabriel didn't come. He had made no promise to do such a thing, but it was something she hoped for. He was the first fatherly figure in her life, and though she would never admit it, she wanted him to be there for her as a father should. Even her last resort, Gokudera, was nowhere to be seen, so there she sat, not sure where to go now that every possible opportunity had been exhausted. Her eyes darted around as she fiddled with her skirt and people passed by her, accompanied with their friends, and soon, the school was empty except for a few teams and clubs.

Avrilina gave a sigh and got up, her schoolbag, a bright orange checkerboard pattern that matched her shoes, slung lazily over her back as she moved on, disappointed, but not surprised. Only the familiar squeal of a certain Vongola drew her from her daze, and she glanced up to see him and that interesting red hair boy getting beaten up by two boys at the school. Her eyes focused on them for a moment before they darted down to an abandoned soccer ball nearby. Some kids must have forgotten when their mother called for lunch, so it was hers to use now.

With two loud thwacks!, the black and white ball nailed both of the offenders in the head, making them direct their attention to the Spaniard girl. The ball had flown back into her open hand as the other was on her hip, and she glared at them, an annoyed expression painted on her face. They hadn't expected a girl to go against them, and the two hooligans strode up to her, large, perverted smirks on their face.

"Hey-" Before even one could get a word out, she threw the ball at their faces, startling them before she grabbed one's wrist and yanked him down. Her knee rose up, and he got a faceful of her black stocking before falling back, his nose bloody. His friend hadn't been able to react before she had moved onto him and with a simple movement, flipped him so that his back was on the ground and her heeled foot was pressing into his stomach so painfully that it distracted him from peering up her skirt. Her foot slammed into his side, sending him into his friend, and with her message loud and clear in their minds, they skittered off.

She looked back at Tsuna and the new boy, only to have him pass just by her face as he hurried away. She could see the blood dripping from his lip, and with practiced ease, she snatched his wrist and pulled him back so she could look him in the eyes.

At the moment, she was taller than him, but if she removed the heels that gave her extra height, they would have been the same. Her expression was vastly different then his; while she seemed almost eternally angry, irritated, or otherwise pissed off, he seemed pathetic like some sort of puppy. That sort of pity brought out a softer side to the girl, and she pulled out some bandages from her pocket and placed one straight over the cut to stop the bleeding, though her touch was a little rough, and pushed him back in the direction he was going before leaving to go her own way.

Reborn saw the moment and watched with perceptive black eyes. "Who are the Espinoza?"

Note: I actually don't know the hours of Namimori, so I just put some times down. This chapter is a little short because I have a few things for you guys to do. Don'tkillmeplease.

You see what I did there? Stereotyping Avrilina even more.

OCs are being accepted. Please include the following:

Name/Age/Gender
Height/Weight
Flame and how they represent it:

Personality/clothing choice and appearance/history

Why should I choose your character?
Anything extra:
Would you make art for this story?: This would be so cool, but I mean, it won't matter in the end or anything, but I'm curious. Fanart just makes me all warm and fuzzy on the inside. If you are on Deviantart or any art based sites and whatnot, provide a link to your profile.

Also, if anyone wants to make a cover for this that would be super amazing and I'll use it or at least feature it in the next chapter. I had someone make the cover for Rebuild and I love it. Contact me if you're interested.

I'm accepting 17 ocs, three each of sun, lightning, and cloud, but only two of rain, mist, sky, and storm. I'll put each OC in the family that fits them best (Gallacher, Amsel, or Florentin). BE SURE TO TITLE YOUR PM "Reawakening OC: (insert name here)"

If I get the characters I need, then I'll have the chapter up by the end of next week!

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!