Hello again! I just wanted to thank you guys for the reviews again, and announce the current votes:
Hibari x Shiro : 4
Tsuna x Shiro : 1
Yamamoto x Shiro: 1
Enma x Shiro : 1
At first I wasn't so sure about the Enma pairing since then I need to follow the manga. But, I'm considering following the manga. If someone wants me to do so please feel free to tell me. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Shiro sat there on the swings with his face buried into his face. Kids stared, since they just couldn't ignore the gloomy atmosphere surrounding him. However, Shiro disregarded the looks as he focused on something entirely different. He was fucking reborn to the world of Hitman Reborn. Even the mere thought of this brought a roaring headache to appear making him rub his temples.
"How is this even possible?" Shiro whispered to himself with his high boy like voice, secretly hating on it.
Out of all the possibilities with him being reincarnated. He never expected him to be reborn into a non-existent anime world! Shiro groaned as he leaned backwards hiding his face from the sun, secretly hating on that too. His amber eyes squinted slightly at the sunlight's before he glanced up at the school clock. He sighed, dreading the fact that school was soon beginning. Shiro stood up as he made his way to the entrance in deep concentration. His brows we're furrowed as he thought of the world he was dumped into.
'If I was reborn into this world, those that mean I'll meet the characters?' Even though how cool that sounded in his head Shiro was in the boarder of excitement and Oh my god, I'm going to die.
One of the reasons was:
1. He lives in Nanimori where the storyline takes place, which is the mafia.
2. He doesn't have any fighting experience to defend himself.
3. He was doomed to be involved.
Hopefully, his third reason will never be happening and he can just stay away from the characters and the plot. They might not even be born at this timeline, Shiro thought happily. While he was lost in his thought he didn't see the other kids tremble and run away from the main path. He glanced up only to look around him confused as he stared at the cowering kids by the sidelines.
"What's wrong?" Shiro asked them, tilting his head.
A boy, probably a year older, looked at him wide eyed before calling out to him shakily, "Get out the main path!" He voiced out weakly.
Shiro tilted his head about to ask why when he felt a chill go down his spine. He snapped his head towards the gate only to see a boy with black hair, his grey eyes narrowing as he saw him. Shiro stood their sweatdropping as he heard a faint creepy music being played in the background when the unknown boy came in. Weird right? Shiro thought, but he couldn't phantom where he heard it from, the music he means. It was far to familiar.
"Herbivore." The boy's surprisingly cold voice said, "Get out of my way."
Shiro twitched his brows angrily as he seethed at the new boy. Who the hell named him king of the world? He didn't know whom the boy was but he was starting to get on his nerves. Shiro glared at the older boy as he did his mother's infamous death smile that she taught him. Not to mention he loved the way the temperature dropped colder at his anger.
"And why should I?" Shiro challenged through gritted teeth, amber eyes flashing.
The boy looked surprised at first by Shiro's display before a distasteful frown made his way onto his face. He brought out something glinting that made Shiro tense as the boy got to a stance holding... mini-tonfas? Now that was something he's seen before, and it made Shiro pale at his stupidity.
"I'll bite you to death, herbivore." The boy said angrily as he charged at him.
Shiro was finally really thankful to his mother that would chase him and throw stuff at him from her rage. Because, if he didn't have the skills to dodge, he would of died from the metal tonfas that went past his face by a millimeter. Shiro quickly scrambled away as he dodged another blow to his head. But that wasn't the main issue right now...
It was that he just pissed off Hibari fucking Kyoya.
The future prefect, the future cloud guardian, and the future strongest guardian in the family. How Shiro didn't recognize him was anonymous, but now he just needed to focus on running away from him and to stay the fuck alive. Shiro cursed to himself when he saw the incoming tonfa towards his face that he couldn't dodge. He quickly brought up his hands and caught the tonfa that made him scrunch his face in pain. That was the worst idea that Shiro has ever done as he could feel the bruise forming on his palm. When he looked up, he shivered at the fierce grin Hibari had, as a gleam of interest was seen in his steel eyes.
"Herbivore state you name." Hibari demanded.
Shiro looked at him warily but did as he was told not to piss the other off, "Fubuki Shiro..." He answered.
Hibari hummed for a moment, before he spoke again, "Now die, herbivore."
"Eh?" Was his smart reply as a tonfa collided onto his face, throwing his head to the side.
Shiro stumbled backwards as he fell onto his back holding onto his cheek. Painful eyes looked as Hibari walked away with an air of indifference. Shiro groaned as he rubbed his throbbing cheek, glaring at the jackass.
"What a fucking fantastic way to start school..." he said to himself as he sat up, hearing the bell ring.
Kids walked past him as they stared at him in awe at the fight that just happened, and that he survived. Shiro grumbled to himself as he grabbed his bag and made his way towards his new classroom. Oh, you should have seen the teachers face when she saw him.
At the end of the school, Shiro did figure out something new, it was that Hibari was one year older than him. Not to mention that Ryohei repeated a year and is at the same classroom as Hibari. Meaning, he is in the right timeline. All his hopeful thoughts were crushed as he mentally sobbed to himself. He watched as Manako came walking down the street to get him, only to gasp as she came sprinting next to him. She grabbed his face inspecting the bruise as her face darkened.
"Shiro-chan, tell me who did this to you!" So I can murder them, she included revengeful.
Shiro flinched slightly as he sighed, "It's nothing mom, I just ran into Hibari Kyoya today."
Manako blanked as her body went rigid, "Did you just say a Hibari?" she asked as her body twitched.
He tilted his head questionably at his mother while nodding, being mindful of the bruise on his cheek. She smacked her hand onto her face as she cursed to herself.
"Out of all the people to meet... why Katsuro's son!" She mumbled in annoyance.
Shiro blinked surprised, his mother knew Hibari Kyoya's dad? This is something new that he never knew before, not to mention it's Hibari's family that never appeared in the anime.
"Hibari's dad?" He asked his mother curiously, eyes perking up to meet his mother's similar ones.
She sighed as she nodded to her son, grabbing his hand gently as she led him home. They both walked in a silence as they reached their destination, only to be greeted with a wailing father that saw him. Great, Shiro thought as he saw his incoming dad, another injury to take care off.
Thankfully, Manako knocked down Ryuu before he even got the chance to fling himself at his son.
Shiro sighed as he sat there on the swings again. It was another new day of primary school, and Shiro's been keeping a wary eye for a certain Hibari. But luckily, it doesn't seem like Hibari has any intentions to look for him, as he was somewhere else. Thank god.
Shiro hummed to himself as he swung himself back and forth thinking about his new life in Nanimori. Thinking of the possible ways he could make it out safe.
'So far I've meet Hibari, that means Tsuna and Yamamoto are coming here next year with the girls. When we reach Junior High then the others will come.' Shiro thought to himself thoughtfully.
'That means I just got to ignore Tsuna,' he flinched to himself at how cruel that sounded.
It's not like he had a choice, it would he fatal if he changed the past to inflict changes to the future. He couldn't risk it. Shiro sat there as he felt a certain foreboding feeling at the pit of his stomach. He didn't know what it was but he feels like he's forgetting something.
"EXTREEEEEMMEEEEEEE!" A voice shook as it came barreling through the playground in a storm of sand.
Shiro's eye twitched as he saw the other silver haired boy with a white patch on his nose. His hands bandaged as he struck something invisible in thin air, jabbing it quickly.
'Ah, so that's what I forgot.' He thought to himself as he deadpanned.
Ryohei's smile was fastened on his face as he practiced his punches. Shiro had a feeling that he should leave, like, right now. But his body refused to move as he sat there comfortably on his spot on the swings. He regrets doing that. Ryohei snapped his head towards him before a shit-eating grin made it's way onto his face. The boxer ran towards him as dusty fog flew from the ground behind him in a dramatic way.
"FUBUKI!" He shouted making Shiro look at him blankly, how the hell did he know his name?
Ryohei reached him as he placed both of his hands on his shoulder. While this happened Shiro could only marvel how the boxer could reach him under 2 seconds.
"Please extremely spar with me!" Ryohei shouted, his normally hidden blue eyes shining excitedly.
Did he hear that correctly? Did Ryohei just ask him to spar with him? With him, the fragile looking boy, in a spar? Shiro raised his eyebrows at him.
"Um...why?" Shiro asked uncertain whether to run or just talk this out.
"I heard you extremely fought Hibari-san and survived! Then you must be extremely strong!" Ryohei answered as he glowed...
Shiro squinted his eyes at Ryohei who was emitting a bright light; he'll ask his parents to buy some sunglasses when he gets home. However, at the mention of the fight with Hibari made the bruise on his cheek flare back to life as he recalled the memory. He groaned, he never wants to fight him again, ever. Shiro quickly focused back on Ryohei as he forced a polite smile towards him.
"I'm sorry, but I don't spar Sasagawa-senpai." Shiro replied, as he was about to walk away.
What he didn't expect was that Ryohei tightened his grip and spun him around to face him again. A frown was seen on Ryohei's face as his brows furrowed.
"Is it because we are not friends? Then we'll become extreme friends, and then have a spar!" Ryohei shouted again more determined than the last time.
He need to get Ryohei distracted, Shiro thought as he looked around. What he saw made him gasp. His eyes widened in shock as he pointed towards the playground in mock horror.
"There is a kid being bullied!" Shiro yelled making Ryohei turn towards the direction he pointed to.
"Fubuki? There is no extreme kid being bulli-" When he turned around, Shiro was already gone.
"Eh!? Fubuki! Where did you extremely go?" Ryohei shouted as he started looking.
Behind the bushes Shiro sighed relived as he quickly sneaked away. He should thank his first-life mother for the theater lessons that he used to refuse, they really come in handy. But to his horror, lady luck really wasn't on his side today. Why? Because Hibari was standing there right in front of him looking like he just woke up. He glared at Shiro before bringing up his tonfas.
"For disturbing my sleep," He snarled, "I'll bite you to death!"
Shiro froze there like a statue as he stared at the child prefect. I'm screwed!
He sat there as he rubbed his new bruises that adorned on his pale skin. While doing so he stared up innocently at his raging mother that was sitting down on her chair by the kitchen. Her hair covered her face as she muttered to herself with her infamous death aura around her, looking like a ghost cursing someone. Next to Shiro was Ryuu who was calmly tending his son's wounds, clearly not bothered by his wife's distress. What did catch both of their attention was Manako slamming her hands onto the table, a brilliant vein throbbing by her temple.
"That's it!" She screamed as she looked sharply at her son, looking even more fuelled when she once again saw the bruises.
Shiro could only sit there as he looked nervously at his mother and what she's planning. Ryuu, who was feeling the same way as his son stood up.
"M-Manako, please calm yourself, everything will be al-" However, he was cut off when his wife grabbed his collar.
"Ryuu, you're teaching him how to fight." Manako demanded seeing her shocked husband.
Ryuu who was clearly stunned by these revelations protested, "But Manako! You know that I can't just tea-"
Manako closed her eyes as she smiled innocently at him, but Ryuu knew her better than that. Dramatic tears prickled in the corners of his eyes, knowing he couldn't refuse with his wife's wrath.
"Did you say something, Ryuu-chan?~" She asked sweetly while grinding a kitchen knife onto the cutting board.
Ryuu hung there in defeat as he shook his head, "No..."
Shiro sat there through the whole act with wide eyes as he stared at his father. Holy hell! My dad can fight!? My dad that's petrified of my mother can fight! Were his awed thoughts as his parents continued their one-sided argument.
Please R&R to this story, and vote for your pairings.
I also want to ask you guys for a favour. I want you to help me choose a number that represents Shiro. Like how Hibari is 18, and Tsuna is 27. That would be helpful ^^
Thank you, and be tuned for the next chapter.
