Title: Shot Through the Heart
Rated: T+
Genre: Romance/Humor/Fantasy
Summary: It's been a year since she was transported in the KHR world. Masked by the shadows, training to her limits and doing a profession she never knew she is capable of accomplishing. Being an insignificant character for almost a year to the daily lives of the main characters, mostly of the soon to be Vongola Decimo Tsunayoshi Sawada, well she could say she's a little content even though life is unfair. But all of that changed the moment the thirteen members of the Chronos Numbers were summoned in Japan to prepare for an all out war against the daemons that feeds on human flesh and souls. Daemons who threatens the peace of Namimori and mankind. Can she keep her identity a secret all the while keeping up with her fake facade, doing her job at night and keeping her frenzied emotions at bay? To make matters worse, someone just decided to join the love love charade making it a love triangle!
Authoress: AngelzReaper
Pairings: TsunaXOC!!! Slight HibariXOC
Authoress Rambles: Mah it's been a while since I attempted writing again, been busy with school and stuff, I hope you'll like this story hee~ its just popped out of my head and once I started writing I can't stop! Warning of OOCness and possibility of a Mary Sue T_T Please R&R I'm not good in English so please excuse my grammar m(_ _)m
"Don't ignore me I'm talking to you-normal text"
[Why the hell do I look like a twelve year old! Damn you Angelz!-Nayeli's inner self]
"Whoever read this is a retard, please pass the message-thoughts"
"Damn herbivore's ill bite you all to death XD- English language"
S H O T T H R O U G H T H E H E A R T
Bullet Numero Uno:
Musings of the Heart, her story
-Tonight the hunter shall be the hunted
And the hunted shall be the hunter-
She sighed.
Once again she found herself staring at the full body mirror while fiddling the ends of her long crimson braided locks. Her fingers were skilfully braiding the other remaining half, joining the pair of braided tresses before styling them into a neat bun clasping some hairpins here and there to keep some of it from falling.
Her pools of endless amber glared on her mirror counterpart eyes never wavering, she stared and stared and stared some more at the figure with abhorrence.
Her reflection.
The figure she's trying to get used to for a year now and yet she can't bring herself to accept that that person standing in before her was now her.
Who knew that some simple wish made in a meteor shower at the night of the new moon with result into this?
She never imagined that there's a possibility that this would happen.
And if she knew that Fate was some sadistic bastard out to twists someone's life for his own damned entertainment and pleasure she wouldn't cave in with his seductive voice and alluring eyes in the first place.
Damn him and his bishieness to hell purgatory and back.
But what done is done.
Here she is…in the world she always dreamed of being a part of even she's just another everyday classmate to them and to him.
It's so unfair no one ever stops to take a second glance at her, the plain average Namimori girl with her long red locks braided and styled into a tight bun and her sun kissed colored eyes were always hidden with thick round glasses. No one even remembers her name; she's just that another person to see at school…she's a nobody.
But life isn't made of rainbows and flying ponies of course it's unfair.
Heh.
She sighed in defeat regaining her lost composure; she spared one last look at the mirror focusing her vision on her big yellow eyes before putting the damned nerdy glasses on.
Time go to her self proclaimed hell on earth… Namimori Municipal middle school.
…
Another morning added to one of the not so typical death, hell, coma or Mu situations kind of morning to her existence. It's in fact one foggy, dark, eerie and goosebumps giving dawn. Shades of ginger, orange and indigo were painted in the heavens making an abstract masterpiece, the sun barely visible in the morning sky hiding behind a blanket of fluffy clouds looking as if it was lying in between those vapours still wanting to catch its z's. But what made this scene look like a calm before a murder scene taken out from a classic horror movie, was the questioning amount of thick white fog that covered the empty streets of Namimori and the unnerving creepiness of the atmosphere.
Slowly but surely, the fog was moved by the invisible winds that seems to blow from the far unknown east, advancing slowly to her figure while she's there busy stretching her sore limbs after producing a jaw breaking yawn. The mist gradually encircled her enveloping her whole entity giving her an insanely weird sense of security and at the same time giving her the chills making her shiver involuntarily.
And if things couldn't get worst as it is, a floating black silhouette emerged from the shadows pointing at certain direction a few miles from her house as if its saying 'Let's go this way' with a beckoning smile. She dumbly blinked a few times hoping she haven't lost her sanity and hoping to restore some of it that happens to be scattered and forgotten somewhere during her night escapades. Closing her vibrant pools of amber for the briefest moment she attempted to speak with her most trusted aibou but to no avail, she didn't even get a reply not even the presence of the ancient spirit.
Nayeli sighed in defeat, opening her eyes only to jump out of her skin and back as she come face to face with the silhouette in question in an irregular form of a body, it's head produced a mouth and if it's beyond the possibilities that its smile only broaden at her thrilling reaction. It twirled a few times as if doing a its own version of the can can dance and floated in the air just a few feet away from her pointing ahead the fog filled road and as soon as it appeared it vanished leaving a sinister whisper in the wind…
"The thirteen numbers of the Chronos Clock shall gather…the time that once stolen shall move again…with the ancient seal broken…those who are chosen shall decide the fate of mankind…and all of the pieces will fall apart at the night of the blue moon…kukukuku…"
…
She dismissed the figure thinking it was just her pigment of hallucination blaming her lack of sleep.
"Damn that thing! It barely gives me enough time to sleep! Thank kami for my nerdy glasses if not for them my classmates will see my big eye bags!"
"A-achoo!"
The young teenager looked up at the sun with a pleading face asking it to rise and fill the darkness with rays of light and radiate it's warmth through her shivering form. But does the sun and Kami-sama give a damn about poor, poor Nayeli-chan?
Nope.
Nada.
Not a single ounce of sympathy because by Ra even the sun has a face now staring at her in an impassive expressionless facade, stifled a yawn and turned its back on her tugging on the clouds continuing to produce its z's making the ambiance even more sinister like the feeling she was in front of hell's lobby with its hobo daemon receptionist instead of being just in front of her home.
By now the kawaii poor Naye-chan really questioned her sanity seeing not one but two impossible and unexplainable things at the same month, day, hour, minute and morning.
She sighed and shook her head, again dismissing the earlier happenings. Nothing is impossible in this world, anything could happen.
After all, her being here is one of those impossible phenomenons so she shouldn't worry if tomorrow her reflection will walk out of the mirror, talk to her and have some tea and cookies talking about some anime, girly stuff, boys, probably some yaoi, boxers *hint* *hint* she lurve boxers! and especially some spiky brown haired teen who's going to be a mafia boss someday.
"Tsuna-kun..."
And now she's back to her love stricken dopey face spacing in the middle of the street while walking thinking about her Tsuna. But alas, no matter how much she thinks about him, no matter how many love letters she writes to him that are all unfortunately unsent (good gracious they are piling out in her drawer taking up unnecessary space!) Kyoko will still remain his Madonna, talk about unrequited love...it hurts.
Ouchie.
But there are other matters to think about other than the soon-to-be tenth Vongola boss almost nonexistent feelings for her, like for example...they finally came back from the future kicking some major Byakuran ass whoopee.
And that mere fact makes that frown on her face disappear replaced by a faint smile on her glistening lips.
Yes! She'll be able to see Tsuna again after his four month long absence!Oh how she missed him!
She's glad that nobody was seriously injured, brutally beaten up, mentally scared… or worst died.
Thank kami even if he's cruel to her sometimes.
Anyways…
Here's a little secret.
This neglected unimportant character megane-chan (eye glasses-chan) is actually from the real world, a certified Katekyo Hitman Reborn fan. See the power of fangirls? They are scary...trust me I know...cuz im one of them mwuhahahahahaha! *cough* *cough* D:
Unbelievable no?
But it's just the way it is.
And now she finds herself in a predicament she didn't even expect to experience no matter how much she denies it, she was transported here doomed to be stuck in the body of a character she never saw in the series. And as the first year of her stay here passed,she stood in the sidelines watching, anticipating every enigmatic situation and plot twist of the story never interfering. Being used seeing the chibified Hitman making an acquaintance with their school's own skylark lurking in her current school with packed choas for Tsuna's makeshift family or just exclusively for Dame-Tsuna.
Along the way she learned some important information on the body she's now imposing in.
Her name was Argi Nayeli, now a second year in Namimorichuu class 2-A. A plain looking average glasses gal with intermediate intelligence, usually calm and shy around people and heck man she stutters!
Is she the god damn freaking red haired Hinata version of Katekyoshi Hitman Reborn?!
Oh the horror!
Someone shoot her with an AK-47 now.
But that's not only it.
The original owner of the body was a member of the famed Chronos Numbers, a secret organization with its very own thirteen marked members as their primary assets. Nobody really knows what this organization purpose is but sure hell she did.
At a single glance they may look like an ordinary group of people with superior skills at wielding any type of weaponry but she's sure as hell that they are far from ordinary.
Yeah as ordinary as the sky ring bearer in his Hyper mode.
One fox flirt.
One uniform fetish bastard.
One game addict.
One bisexual bishie. (they are all bishie's damn it!)
One egotistical vain bossman.
One gentlemanly spirit of a reaper from the Victorian period.
Other six members are unknown currently in other countries busy with their 'hunts'
And here she is, one simple fangirl from the real world now the thirteenth member and the only girl in their manly group that hunts daemons.
Believe it or not they do exist in this modern time and era. People are just ignorant of them and the government refuses to believe that such non scientific creatures are real.
She's one of them, being the marked member… numero trese XIII of the group with the fake facade of a shy, timid and clumsy typical school megane-chan.
She's tired of lying to them with that same false smile.
She's tired of being in the dark.
And she's tired of keeping her emotions at bay, while all that she wants to do is grab him pin him to a wall and kiss him senseless.
But he has a lot of trouble as it is and she didn't want to add to his long list of people to worry and protect.
Because she is capable of protecting herself much more than they can imagine…she's not called the Datenshi for nothing…number thirteen the unlucky number…and the fallen one.
…
Something is off.
She can feel it.
Something is following her.
It didn't even masked its demonic presence letting its killer intent overwhelm her very being.
Then severity of the situation it bitched slapped her in the face almost knocking her to the next Tuesday.
It's a daemon, in broad DAYLIGHT!
She can't fight knowing students would soon be hording the empty streets witnessing the epic battle of a hideous creature against a frail glasses girl from Namimori High. She can't endanger their lives and sanity.
Her heartbeat quickened as fear started to crawl its way into her system who failed to function in the early mornings. All her training forgotten, she about faced and started to run at top speed towards the sanctity of her school and the company of her friends until she literally crashed into a pole that is innocently placed for her inconvenience falling and hitting the cold floor.
Well at least she's safe… for now.
"I swear I'll sue whoever built that damned pole there."Getting up she rubbed her sore forehead and backside, steadying her wobbly bearing.
[Well look where your luck just brought us girl~ we're in front of the Sawada residence lucky!~]
"Ugh not you, it's so early for another headache -_-||"
[Oh yes it's me~ unfortunately Ailac is not here, I wonder where that ancient spirit went :/]
"You mean he's not in there? No wonder my head is not usually rowdy."
[Something bad is going to happen, the presence we felt a while ago i just can't shake it out of my nerves.]
"Yep, me too."
...
Sawada Residence
Sawada Tsunayoshi, for short Tsuna with average grades with low athletic skills that's why he's called Dame-Tsuna. The chocolate haired teen lay peacefully sleeping in his bed clad in his light blue green pj's unaware of the doom that is going to befall him caused by shadow looming over his unsuspecting body.
A small chibi figure crawled into his bed it's chibi hands reaching its target shaking him up a little.
"Wake up Tsuna, it's already morning."
"Five more minutes..."
"Shikatanai na..."
Tipping his head downwards a little to hide a mischievous smile, Reborn took Leon from his hat forming a big mallet-sama slamming it on Tsuna's sleeping and snoring figure.
CRASH!
THUD
Followed by…
"HIII!!! Reborn you don't have to pummel and torture me to waking up every single morning!"
His home tutor just hid his mirth satisfying his hunger for torture before responding that it's his own fault for not being alert.
'Now that we're back from the future his back to his odd methods of tutoring me to death! Is there no end to this T-T'
SLAM!
"Stop wallowing yourself in self pity and get going, you're finally back after four months. You don't want to be 'bitten to death' by your cloud guardian for being late do you?"
"HIII!"
And that made him scramming out of his bed wearing his uniform before slipping and crashing down the stairs.
Same old, same old Sawada Tsunayoshi.
...
"...Tsuna-san..."
[Dearie, as much as I wan't to ogle and daydream about Tsu-kun's naked body sorry to break this news to you we're going to be late]
"Oh shoot! I don't want the be at the end where Hibari-san's metallic tonfa connects it hurts like hell T^T"
[Yeah, we totally missed the chance to see our dear Tsuna-chan and walking with him to school and have a good morning chat.]
"Well, walking with him to school is not an option either considering that chibi is there who is frighteningly sharp."
[Humph! What a joy killer and here I thought we get to do this and that to him T^T]
A dark red blush appeared on her cheeks as images of Tsuna flashed in her head in the most promising positions with her.
"S-stop giving me those images!"
[Tsk, tsk, tsk waga itoshi no aibou (my beloved partner). I am you and you are me, therefore you are the one thinking those images I'm just here to stimulate them hee~]
The voice in her head said, and if it had a face it would have smirked seeing that she flushed ten times the color of red making the color of a tomato pale in comparison.
And here she though having an inner self is impossible but yes, as you guessed she has one and nothing is impossible now that she has become an anime character.
[Oi, are you with me? We still have one thing to do before school you know.]
"And that would be?"
Her inner self just rolled her eyes putting her hands on her hips [Going to the place of the murder scene that we saw on the TV last night. That scene reminds me of something very familiar.]
"Sometimes I hate my bossy inner me."
[Hey I heard that!]
…
Minamori High school [Class 2-1]
Ten minutes has passed and there is neither a sign of their English sensei nor the sweet scent of his usual mug of morning coffee in the cheery class where the current soon-to-be Vongola Decimo was currently residing in. It was one of those rare days where he didn't arrive late a school and he didn't receive his daily dose of the usual Reborn wake up flying kicks which was a good omen…or so he though.
Tick
Tack
Tick
Tack
The irritating sound of the wall clock ticking resounded from the dead zombified hushed class. It's like having a sensation surrounding you that you were in a private cemetery in all souls day together with the dead instead of the living.
Actually these young lads of Namimori was animatedly loquacious a while ago but the momentarily activity of the room was suddenly reduced to oblivion the moment when the sliding doors of class 2-A opened for English period. Walking towards the teacher's desk was a small elfin form dressed in his green frilly elfin clothes and the entity in question didn't pass the standards to be classified as a human.
All eyes widened in shock, some sniggered and some were courteous enough to act decent while they cover their stifled laughter in a forced cough.
Only one satisfying sentence can be processed through their half sane brains at the moment.
"No matter how you look at it, he looks like a character stripped right out from the pages of a Harry Potter Book. In every stretch of imagination and beyond."
The walking Harry Potter character was throwing nasty glares at their direction a looming aura of doom in the package.
They now felt sympathy towards Harry and themselves for they have to meet such hideous creature. And the fear man, the FUCKING FEAR! It bores straight into your brain tissues, body and soul without piercing the flesh or whatsoever…it's just goes right through you and then poof it is forever imbedded in your…do I have to repeat this again? Yes? Brain tissues, body and soul.
Never in their wildest nightmares would they see another being that is almost as scary as THE Hibari Kyouya of the Disciplinary Committee wearing his usual meat craving smirk.
The infernal impish creature stopped in front of the teacher's desk, just less than four feet in height.
Soon enough, darkness ensues. It slowly engulfs the room with an ominous intensity overshadowing the lights emitted by the florescent lamps a vain already popping on his forehead. It seems that his irritation always surpasses the waters boiling point that's why he's always mad.
If Dame-Tsuna has his smart ass moments, this was definitely the perfect time for it as a certain quote about respect slipped his unstable state of mind given by their former English teacher.
"There only exist only three beings worthy of respect: The priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create."
Definitely, this person is neither one of the above so he doesn't deserve class's respect. I mean who would respect a character from a fictional book who would look like he would bite your head off if you try to talk to him?
None.
So being a priest, soldier and a poet is out of a question.
He's in fact a teacher, their teacher to be exact. That has ascended from hell specially delivered by Satan with love to make their school days miserable emitting a tremendous air of abhorrence as he set upon his piercing eyes at his new cowering students.
"Okay you maggots. If you want good education, I suggest you to go back to your proper damn seats so I can start the class."
Yes, he made it clear that he doesn't like these bunch of weird kids that made up the class, acts like an imperial being considering his height, and is an overgrown ass mole that has a grown body and a face which poorly passes as a human…in short; he is most popular bete noire ever existed in Namimoro High. Part of the students has given up their life and sanity ready to jump at any cliff available; or rather the height of the school building will suffice if they're not allowed to go outside the school premises.
"I'm Minamoto-sensei and that's all you need to know. The principal told me that you insolent fools lack enough English skills to make a normal conversation out of a foreigner so he hired me as your new English teacher. Be prepared mentally and physically because I can't assume your safety in both aspects."
He stood by the table which in terms of horizontal height is taller than him by several inches, slamming thick piles of blank composition papers
The class groaned.
The evil fiend smirked.
Minamoto-sensei's ego is skyrocketing at every nanosecond, passing though the high stratosphere of the Earth and into the gastric atmosphere of Mars.
And now that they'd met him face to face, most of them weren't sure they'd survive the school this year.
"I'm sure you're all eager to indulge yourselves in these piles of babies. But before that—
For the second time that day, the majority of the class found themselves staring at their classroom's door.
It slid open.
"Se-sensei i-im so-sorry I'm la-late!" (see she stutters a lot!)
The feminine figure who emerged from the door said gasping for air.
Clearly irritated that he was cut off in the middle of his speech, he gave the most evil death glare he could muster to the poor unlucky soul that resulted to a little sound of "EEP!" while tripping in the process.
Picking herself up while dusting invisible dirt from her uniform she glared at their new sensei behind her round spectacles.
"Name?"
"Huh?"
"Are you deft you puny imbecile? I asked for your name!"
The impish fiend asked in a fury assault of insult in English language.
"Ugh I hate this infernal imp! :("
[Who wouldn't girl? Look at 'it', it's like a mini version of Hibari only ten times uglier than a monkeys butt! _]
"Yeah, you can feel the love radiating from him" she answered voice dripping of sarcasm.
She glanced at her classmates one by one, their faces stating their distaste for the teacher for treating her like that. Stopping for a second, she did a double take shocked at his OOCness seeing Yamamoto without his usual dopey smile, eyes sharp clearly irritated his hands slowly inching to his shinai, Gokudera her silver haired seatmate was fingering some unlit bombs between his fingers suppressing himself from throwing them at the teacher while Tsuna was there fidgeting in his seat looking from his rain guardian to his storm guardian anxiously preparing himself for an all out brawl if necesary.
Forcing a fake smile she turned back to her sensei head inclining a few inches downwards before answering with gritted teeth "My name is Argi Nayeli sir."
"Damn assmole!"
"Well Argi-san detention after class and step out of the room and stand outside the hallway. I do not tolerate late students."
With that that he ushered the gaping girl outside the classroom slamming the door in her face but before the door completely closes, she felt that feeling again.
The sensation that just screamed death together with the foul stench of decomposing flesh with that same suffocating dark aura…
And then it hit her, the daemon followed her in school and is now opening a portal inside their classroom!
Catching the door which would officially cut her fingers if she didn't held it with much force in vigor, she banged it open ignoring her sensei and turning her heated glare to the occupants of the room.
"ALL OF YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS ROOM NOW!"
…
To be continued…?
AngeLzReaper: I just did a quick typing in this one and I'll edit it after I'm done with chapter twoo!!!!!!!! If you liked the story please review! The more reviews the faster chapter two will be posted!
Thanks for reading
Over and out.