Hey, bs9 here! As you can see, I'm currently in the process of creating my very first fic here on *munches on victory pocky*, and I'm thinking of making it half-crack,half-serious-ish. I don't really know how much I'll be able to update, but I'll do my best! :))))))
Disclaimer:I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! or anything officially related. I only own my badass German Shepherd lookalike, Twiggy
Chapter 1: Adjusting Via Cake
As far as anyone's (i.e. teachers, supervisors, guidance counselors, and most especially my step parents)concerned, the last thirteen years I've spent on this Earth was the cause of many broken objects(be it in our house or someone else's), timeouts, counseling sessions, adult hair los-
s, and of course the infamous, "You're grounded for a whole month young lady, until you pay for that vase you broke and/or you say sorry to that poor boy you pushed down the creek and/or you finish your psycho-therapy procedures after school." And so, after my thirteenth birthday, or Black Saturday, as my step-brother Dante likes calling it, dear old S. Dad and S. Mom decided to be helpful to me for once and decided that it was (finally!) time for me to change schools. For a girl who looked more like a yankee in a place that was practically overflo-
wing with girls resembling plastic in terms of beauty, you couldn't have asked for a better reaction.
Well, you could, but that would be asking too much. From me.
"Wait, Midori Middle School?" I thought, dumbfounded. Knowing my parents, they would have followed me right to the classroom if it was legal. Which was the exact reason I politely, albeit girlishly, asked them to drop me off two hundred feet away from the main gate of my new school. Or so I thought.
Walking up to the entrance gate, I noticed the big, shiny crest in the middle, which said Midori Middle School. Not Namimori Middle.
I immediately brain-panicked, thinking, "Oh great, my parents just dropped me off at the wrong school, and the right one takes at least twenty minutes to walk to," and then realized the matching crest patch on my blazer said the exact thing. I mentally facewalled at the conclusion. "Oh well," I told myself, "this can't be worse than the last
one." No social isolation and/or hushed whispers were thrown in my direction for the past five minutes I've been here, which, I told myself, was a good sign. (I am such an optimist for good signs, I could die.)
Five hours and fifty-five minutes after my first impression of this elite academy of a school, I found myself walking home, thinking about the events of the day. A cheerful-looking, airheaded girl named Haru Miura approached me at lunch, asking (rather annoyingly high-pitched, mind you) if I wanted some of her cake. Of course I said yes. One of the earliest lessons I learned in life was that, when someone not suspicious-
looking gives you food, especially cake and sweets, you accept gladly. Anyway, I guess me accepting a slice of her rather delicious cake meant
I was already her friend, because afterwards she dragged me to Namimori to meet her friends, especially Kyoko. So being the grateful newcomer I was, I said yes. Twenty minutes later, I found myself telling Kyoko Hasegawa who I was and where I was from. Not just Kyoko, by the way, but also Tsuna Sawada (who, in my opinion, was shy but looked like a nervous tick), Yamamoto Takeshi (a typical jock) and to Gokudera Hayato, a typical yankee who had hoards of fan girls and looked serious (but
I soon discovered probably had some sort of brain bug that forced him
to compulsively flip to his good side whenever Tsuna, or Tenth, as he called him, said something, on impulse.) All in all, it was a good day.
That is, until the wannabe-ninja group attacked out of nowhere.
So, that's it for the first chapter. Read and Review, loverlies~