Hey! Next chapter already cause I was really excited for writing about Hikaru! Thank you to Blue16Talons, MinatoLover1, Creatus O' Spiritus, Kminari, almakarma18, Mo-Freakin, and emma loves it for following this humble story of mine! And a very sincere thank you to Mo-Freakin! I really do appreciate your review! (I also love reincarnated stories! They're my favorite!) [Please don't get mad for all the incorrect use of bad stuff that exists.] This is gonna (hopefully) be a longer chapter than the first one, as I want to write long chapters for this story.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Katekyo Hitman: Reborn! to the EXTREME!

WARNING: Slight morbidity, always gonna have cursing, and death, cause, you know, its a fanfic about a person getting reborn, sooo... But only the stuff italicized is the past life part!

EDIT: As of 12/5/17, this chapter has been edited into something less shitty.


Ahh! Dark, sketchy, alleyways are always my favorite place to go! (Please note the sarcasm.) If you're screaming at me to not go here, then that is a shame because of the business I have here. Unfortunately, since hospital people are bastards (not really, they probably are born with married parents, but still) and won't give my mom the ONE GODDAMN ORGAN THAT SHE NEEDS, I have to go to the red light district to get the damn thing.

So as any proper red light district, it was creepy as hell.

Meaning creepers tended to, you know, stalk me.

Not very well though, considering the fact that most were drunk, but still creepy as shite.

Anyways, as I found the place I was looking for, this clearly sketchy guy walked up from behind and pulled out a knife. No, I did not die via knife...at least, not immediately. The only thing he did with the knife was cut open the duct tape on the door frame because of his presumably broken lock. He let me inside and said, "You the one going by 'False Robin'?" I nodded, as it would have been stupid to use my real name so I came up with a code name. Even if it sounded extremely stupid. He handed me an old donut bag that held a container inside of it. He then said, "Missy, it would do yourself a favor by leavin' now." I was not nearly as naive to not here the warning in that statement. I paid him as promised, then got the fuck out of that place quickly. Of course, leaving a place like that in a hurry, means that if you aren't careful enough, you could make a lot of noise.

Guess who did exactly that.

Correct! Me.

The only dumbass not as experienced in matters like these.

Which attracted drunk-off-their-asses creepy guys. Remember those guys? The ones in the beginning? Yeah. Those fuckers started limping, groaning, and spoke with raspy voices towards me like they were zombies. The drunk guy-zombie horde came from all sides, effectively trapping me. They, (while weak) overpowered me with their masses of jackasses. Then someone brought a beer bottle and smashed it on my head, making my vision blurry as i was becoming unconscious. The bitches all got pieces of glass from the broken bottle, deciding to stab me with their newly acquired weapon.

See? I just got shanked... Though, I did still die, which is a pain. Oh well...


When I turned one, it had been about half a year since I started eating solids instead of consuming you-know-what. While I prefer actual solid food, the relationship between me and baby food grew better after a while. As did my sibling friendship with my EXTREME older brother, and my sweet, adorable twin sister.

Oh yeah, my hair. Turns out that I have a mix between the Sasagawa siblings. Imagine a baby with silver hair that had hints of orange around the edges. Then do the same for the eyes, only darker. Then you would get me! An orange-silvery milkshake that probably would taste like spoiled milk in a blender.

On another note, I had never seen my father before. Only Mother was around Ryohei, Kyoko, and I. But I will assume that my dad had hair like Ryoheis' because of mom's silky, orange, Kyoko-lookalike hair.

Also, (unsurprisingly) my brother's first word before we were born was EXTREME. My first word(s) was tuna fish (also unsurprising.) Kyoko's had been flower. Well, 'fower' but you get the gist. Also, around that time was when I first met our ever-smiley baseball idiot Yamamoto Takeshi. With his mother.

The creepy thing was, he was, in personality (at least, when he was speaking in little baby grunts and laughs), a replica of Mrs. Yamamoto Ame. Not that is was bad, per say, but slightly creepy. I had the thought of possibly saving her from dying, but then that would do drastic effects to the story line beside me even existing. Even then, I never knew how she died in the first place, so that plan would just crash and burn. Turns out that Mother-Dearest knew Mrs. Yamamoto cause they were friends. The only reason I met the Future-Rain-Guardian was (secretly) to show off their children. I guess that's the difference between Mother-Rain and Child-Rain; one is always super competitive, while the other is only sometimes super competitive.

I'd like to say I made a tentative friendship with Yamamoto-Kun, but knowing his personality, he probably thought of us as best friends. I don't believe that's necessarily a bad thing though...


Never assume that, as peaceful as Namimori is portrayed, it doesn't have its share of problems.

It started when I had gone to the market with my dearest siblings and the Queen of Sparkleville herself. There was a sign that said, "Please donate to help the homeless." with a box beneath it, practically empty.

The person who also saw this sign, was the one, the only, SAWADA NANA! Or to me, known as "The Mother of the Main Character. And just take a random guess at what type of fish she had with her. A TUNA-FISH. He looked fucking adorable as a baby too. Off-track a bit... Then I realized how many people were homeless, even they were never noticed or shown in the manga, nor the anime. My Mother noticed this fact as well, and the shine in her eyes and backdrop of sparkles around her dimmed. She swiftly made her way towards the box, put all the money she currently had into it, then walked away with a slightly angry look in her eye that would look normal to others as they only saw the cheerful-looking side, but to her family, we could easily tell she was upset.


When we got home, Ryo-nii asked, "MOM! WHAT'S WRONG, TO THE EXTREME?" She sighed, and calmly explained to Ryo-nii that she was disappointed in humankind at the EXTREME moment. The reason why, of course, was because of how little money people spared for others with almost no money at all. It makes her sad with how frugal people could be. I thought that people just didn't want to give their money to an unknown, therefore non-existent, human being with lives of their own and possibly have a family to take care of.

It sucks, because I had been like those homeless people needed to be donated to.

We never truly got our hopes up, because in the end, humanity eventually only cares for its self.


We went back to the market, to 'buy' (Mother wanted to see if humankind could redeem themselves) food.

Guess who made someone donate.

Here's a hint: They have tonfas, and will soon have a really kinky catchphrase. And they're kid. A really, really bloodthirsty kid.

The Carnivore himself, Hibari Kyoya!

Mother was indeed satisfied.


Yay! Second chapter already! I wanted to show off main characters interactions, and Hibari seemed to somehow get here! Oh! I have a couple questions. Should I do omakes? If I do, you guys would need to give me suggestions. Do you want pairings? I'm honestly indifferent on that, so if you want, I can make a poll. Last question, I swear. Was it a cliche death? Thanks for reading!

~ TheAngelicPyro