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Chapter 1: When in Boredom

Have you ever had one of those days when you feel you've done all there is to do in the world? I get bored of things really easily, and I tend to always try to find something to do after getting tired of it.

Well, it's rude not to introduce myself. My name is Crystal…Clear. Yeah, laugh it all out. Not like I wanted this name in the first place. But…apparently my mom did. I already faced lots of insults with my magenta colored eyes paired with my black hair. My name simply gave the jerks at school another reason to bully me.

Anyways, because of that I became extremely anti-social. Not having anyone to talk or play with, I had lots of free time on my hands…and was bored. That led to doing stuff like reading textbooks and studying. Soon I was called some kind of "child prodigy", learning up to the 9th grade level in a week, and being six years old at the time when I did. When the interviewers asked why I had such commitment towards academics, I shrugged and nonchalantly answered with what people would later claim was my catch phrase:" I was bored."

The years following that were busy. I got tired of things pretty easily after I figured out how to do them. After academics, I started to learn how to cook, and found it tedious two weeks afterwards. Later, I took several college courses on the different aspects of science, and made many successful inventions (like my gravity-defying shoes kids everywhere now use.). Soon, the scientific field lost it's flair, too. An associate of mine suggested trying to learn different languages, so I did just that. By the end of the month, I knew how to speak sixteen languages, while being able to read and write ten of them. Then I got bored again, and took an interest in weaponry. Learning from different sources, I was able to master how to use guns, bows, swords, martial arts, and some others as well.

Umm…sorry, I didn't mean to ramble on. The point is that I did just about everything there was to do. And the two things I had in common for everything I tried out was that, one, I would completely master it in a short period of time ( don't mean to brag here, but it's true) , and two, I would get bored of it as soon as I master it.

Now, you must be wondering where and what the heck my parents were doing all this time (especially at the weapons part.). Honestly, I didn't care then, and I don't care now. The two sorry excuses for parents were too busy with their jobs to pay even the slightest attention to me. All they ever did was give me monthly paychecks. They didn't even notice or care when I left our house and moved away.

Okay, no more discussions about my parents. Where was I? Right…being bored as usual. By the time of my fourteenth birthday, I was known worldwide as a child genius, leader of the next era, and other stupid names. And you know what else I was? That's right, insanely BORED. I had accomplished everything there was to accomplish, and solved every mystery and riddle in existence. Being anti-social, it was also a lonely kind of life for me. Books were my only true companions.

So, no one really realized I went missing when I left on a long, pointless journey, having nothing else to do. How boring. That is, until I was strolling around one of the forests in Japan. Fate happened to bring me to one of the ancient temples located there, and I thought, 'Hey, I've got nothing else to do', and walked right in. While I was curiously examining one of the Buddha statues, I noticed a carefully hidden door behind it.

Now THAT was interesting. Apologizing silently to the solitary stone statue, I pushed it aside. Yep, lifting weights was one of my pastimes too. A sign was tacked onto the already molding wooden door that was behind the statue. It clearly stated in a suspicious blood-like red ink: "DO NOT ENTER". I almost broke out into fits of laughter after reading this aloud, but I quickly composed myself. This was almost like one of those cliché scenarios in movies, where the protagonist ignores some ominous warning, then finds themselves caught up in the plot. That definitely wouldn't happen in real life, right?

I rolled my eyes at the possibility, and opened the door. Or, more accurately, I touched the door and it immediately collapsed onto the ground. Just how old was this door…? I decided to look into it later, after I searched the room. There must've been something valuable in here if it was hidden behind some stone statue and had a "DO NOT ENTER" sign. There wasn't much to look at, really. It just seemed like a laboratory that hadn't been in use for a while. I became uninterested, until I noticed a machine in the back corner of the room, covered by a huge drape. Excitement rushing through me, I rushed over to the mysterious object and pulled the drape off.

Billows of dust and cobwebs blinded me for a moment, and I hurriedly rubbed my eyes. Underneath the drape was a machine of pure white, with wires protruding out from the back, connecting it to a network of computers I failed to notice earlier. My eyes widened, and had my mouth open wide in awe. To the side of this rectangular shaped machine, there was a door. All the more curious, I opened the door with surprising ease (I mean, this machine was pretty old…) and stepped in with caution. It seemed more spacious on the inside, with an area in front of me marked with a circle. Eager to find out what this machine was supposed to do, I walked onto the area inside the circle. It was as if I stepped onto a power switch; there was a sudden cranking and whirring sound, the machine coming out of it's slumber.

The lights inside the machine flickered on, with the circle's outline glowing with an eerie blue light. Starting to panic a bit, I tried to step back out of the circle, only to find my feet rooted to the ground. Panic. That was the only emotion I felt as the whirring sounds from the machine increased in velocity and sound. For once I didn't feel bored; not in the slightest. And I did what any other sane person would do in this situation- I blacked out.

The first sound I faintly registered was a not-very-manly scream of,"HIEEE!" Hmm…that sounded familiar…where was that unique scream from? I heard a gunshot shortly after that, and immediately sat up, eyes wide open. In the past, I've learned to be very careful around people with guns. What I saw when I opened my eyes that day was a strange sight, indeed. A boy around my age was comically screaming at a baby with a suit and fedora…wielding a gun? Smoke was still leaking out from the end, so I assumed he was the one who shot a bullet. The baby's curly sideburns triggered something in my memory like the boy's scream did….what was it? Then, it clicked.

"Reborn?", I exclaimed, pointing at the sadistic baby I read so much about in the manga series Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Ignoring the suspicious stare the hitman sent at me, I turned to the now silent boy with gravity-defying chocolate colored hair. "And you're Tsuna!", I declared, feeling quite proud of myself for remembering his name; although I was good at many things, remembering names was not one of them. Shortly after saying the two names out loud, I was met with Tsuna demanding how I knew his name (in a very wimpy way, mind you) , while his tutor was glaring daggers at me. I soon realized my stupid mistake: I was just some stranger on the street…how the heck was I supposed to know their names?

This thought was followed by another revelation (Wow, great job," child genius"). If Tsuna and Reborn are here…than that must mean I got transported into some kind of alternate universe where Katekyo Hitman Reborn was a reality…? The machine…! Since I figured that out, I became a bit bored again, and indifferently asked, "Where are we…?" Tsuna seemed to have calmed down a bit (though Reborn was still giving me a killer glare) and said,"Umm…well...right now we are in Nanimori, Japan. W-who are you…? And why did you just suddenly pop up out of nowhere?"

I eyed Tsuna before replying; THIS kid was supposed to become Vongola Tenth? Reborn, you've got your work cut out for you. I sighed, "I really don't know how I got , and my name's Crystal Clear." Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Reborn's lip twitch upward when I introduced myself. Meanwhile, the boy in front of me gave me an incredulous look, and managed to stutter out,"O-oh really…" I couldn't help but retaliate. I was bullied all my life because of this stupid name, and I wasn't about to let this kid do the same. So, I said in my most intimidating tone," You got a problem with that, kid?" The poor kid instantly turned pale, and started spouting incomprehensible apologies (or I had assumed he was saying sorry…).

Apparently, Reborn took this opportunity to interrogate me. In two seconds flat, the infant was on my shoulder, gun cocked towards my head. Even in this situation, I kept a calm attitudeand levelly said," Yes?" Tsuna stopped his stuttering, wondering what happened to his tutor went, then went into another panic attack when he spotted Reborn on my shoulder. "REBORN-!", Tsuna shrieked," What are you doing? Don't drag more people into this Mafia thing! It's already bad enough you dragged Takeshi into this, but this is a complete stranger!" 'Ah…', I thought,' So far the future boss of Vongola has only met Reborn, Gokudera Hayato, and Takeshi Yamamoto so far. I got here pretty early in the series…"

Reborn stared at his student and sighed,"Dame-Tsuna, she isn't a complete stranger if she knows your name…and not to mention mine as well." I couldn't help but agree with the hitman. Rebborn was right to suspect me. It seems the same thoughts were processed through the brunette's mind, for he shot a nervous look at me, then quickly averted his gaze to the ground.

I guessed Reborn took this as his student's permission for the interrogation to proceed. Reborn once again turned his cold eyes towards my magenta ones, and the temperature on the streets we were standing in seemed to drop drastically. 'Interesting,' I mused in thought,' How was Reborn able to do that? Was it intimidation? Or was it the demonic aura now surrounding him? Was there even such thing as auras? My mind was swarming with new questions and possibilities, to be expected from the head scientist of five different prestigious colleges.

Busy thinking about the possibilities, I hadn't managed to catch Reborn's first question. Shaking my head of the swarming questions already on my mind, I apologized," Sorry Reborn, can you repeat that?" It seemed Reborn was getting impatient, and he pressed his gun deeper into my head. Ouch. "I said…" Reborn started, deliberately drawling out each word," How do you know our names? Where did you come from?

I stared down for a moment, thinking of what to say. Nothing popped up. So, I decided to answer his second question first. I smirked, and replied," I came from an alternate dimension."

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