CHAPTER 3:
So I found a lot of typographical and grammatical errors when I reread my previous chapters…
I'm sorry for that!
There would probably be several here as well so advance warning!
MORE IMPORANTLY THANK YOU FOR THE READS, REVIEWS, FOLLOWS AND FAVORITES!
So here's another chapter of A Not So Ordinary Life of a Background Character! I hope you enjoy this one as well!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn
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The third and last trimester started way too soon according to one Emiya Natsumi (and just about every student out there).
On her way to school, Natsumi encountered a male student she had never seen before even though he was wearing the male version of her school uniform. Was he a transfer student too like the handsome pineapple guy?
The male student was shorter than average but interesting enough not just because of the blood-red hair but because of his compass-patterned eyes. He was kinda handsome in a cute way. Definitely not an Akabane Karma (A/N: of Assassination Classroom) but more of the middle school version of Akashi Seijurou (A/N: of Kuroko no Basuke). Natsumi kind of wondered if he has their lovable *ssh*le personali−
And then he promptly tripped on air and dropped his things all over the ground.
The female Emiya was already on her way to help the poor teen when Sawada Setsuna came out of nowhere and helped him gather his belongings.
Cozart Enma introduced himself, blushing and stuttering the whole sentence in a barely understandable way.
Natsumi sighed and turned to leave them on their moment.
How could she have forgotten about being a Background Character in Sawada-san's shoujo life?
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*This line is *suddenly trips* −woops!*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Cozart Enma became the class's new transferee student.
Of course, he is.
Where was the heterochromatic pineapple though? Natsumi was kind of looking forward to him.
The door suddenly slammed open, startling everyone in the room in varying degrees. ("Hayato-kun! Put that dynamite away!")
As if summoned by her thoughts, the blue-haired guy sauntered in with a confident smirk and it would have been a grand entrance if he didn't look like he just suffered a beat down from the wrong end of Hibari-sempai's tonfa.
Natsumi definitely recognized the shape of those bruises.
Still, neither his haggard appearance nor the teacher's reprimand on his lateness lessened the heterochromatic male's confidence as he proudly introduced himself as Rokudo Mukuro.
Apparently, Sawada Setsuna's Future Husband.
That definitely earned a lot of protests judging by the fact that Rokudo-san had to dodge a bullet, knife, and dynamite.
Poor Hinata-sensei was right next to him.
(Natsumi ignored the fact that she basically forced herself to kill her budding crush on Rokudo Mukuro. No use chasing after a guy who was clearly intent on Sawada-san.)
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Don't give up! – an anonymous line*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Poor Cozart-san. He met Sawada Setsuna a little too late. Her fan club was already quite possessive of her.
Natsumi watched on as Cozart-san was easily intimidated by a very loud and delinquent-looking Gokudera-san.
Vongola-san and Belphegor-san hadn't even joined in on the fun yet.
Where's Rokudo-san anyway?
Oh, he was fighting Hibari-sempai outside with−was that a trident?!
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*This line is a professional water bender*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Natsumi has a gut feeling it was about to turn for the worst when Sinclair-sempai sauntered in.
Her gut was right.
A gunfight between the black-haired sempai and the black-haired Vongola erupted. And then Belphegor-san and Gokudera-san got into their pissing match.
Yep, that's Yamamoto-san challenging the 'VOI!'-yelling sempai to a…sword fight? Natsumi knew the silver-haired sempai has a sword but where did Yamamoto-san even get his?
And more importantly, how did they all get this many weapons through the Disciplinary Committee?!
As if on cue, the Demon Prefect's fight with their new blue-haired classmate had suddenly migrated inside their classroom.
How did they even get here instantly?! Their classroom was on the fourth floor! The two were just duking it out on the high school building's front lawn a few seconds ago!
Natsumi decided it was time to get the heck out of the way.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*This line advises you to please wear your hardhats to school*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Natsumi got detention for 'loitering' in the hallways during class hours.
As if she was gonna stay inside her classroom while there was a brawl going on inside.
Still, she took the detention slip from a teacher with a resigned sigh. She should have hidden in the bathrooms like most of the 'ordinary classmates' instead of waiting for the chaos to pass in front of the classroom.
Now she was here during detention with the rest of the violent bunch still sporting bruises.
And oh, Sawada-san.
Poor Sawada-san was just trying to get everyone to stop fighting.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Free detention slip, anyone? – unsuspicious line with a (fake) beard*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Natsumi took stock of everyone in the room with her and Sawada-san.
There inside were Vongola-san and Sinclair-sempai thankfully without their guns, Belphegor-san with no knife at either hand, Gokudera-san confiscated of all his dynamites (Natsumi still could not believe how much he was able to hide within his clothes), Yamamoto-san not swinging a katana (of all things) around, the silver-haired sempai (Superbi Squalo was his name if Natsumi heard correctly) sans his sword-attached-to-prosthetic-arm-thing, Cozart-san mourning his cracked glasses, Cavallone-sempai who tried to rescue Sawada-san but ended up getting dragged into the brawl (he was using a whip but it just hit his own face), and lastly Hibari-sempai without his beloved tonfas. The only reason the Head Prefect also got detention was because it was Hibari-sensei who had to break up the fight.
"Kufufufu," someone laughed.
Sawada-san nearly cried at the sight of Rokudo-san smirking by the door.
Natsumi suspected her blue-haired classmate just let himself get caught because she knew he disappeared before the detention slips were given around.
The female Emiya was happy she took a seat at the back of the class in a corner, she had a feeling another brawl was about to happen.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*This line can feel something in its guts…wait, it's just gas*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Another brawl happened.
Natsumi was perfectly happy hiding behind a toppled desk.
Completely ignoring the unconscious Gokudera-san groaning somewhere in her right.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*This line is ignoring you*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Vongola Timoteo, the Principal and owner of the school, was the one who conducted the detention in the end. He delivered a lecture in that disappointed grandfather tone he was famous for.
In another classroom because the last one was promptly destroyed during the fight.
Natsumi was unhappy to note that this was actually the first time she ever got a mark on her record.
It was just the first day of the new trimester.
(In other news, the battle royale scenes on Natsumi's novels were remarked to have improved marginally.)
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*This line demands something…it doesn't know yet what but it's demanding*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
A school fare.
Their class decided on a Butler-Maid Café of some sort.
Admittedly there wouldn't be a shortage of attractive butlers and maids in their class.
Natsumi volunteered to be one of the chefs.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Line around the comfort zone*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
As expected, Sawada-san made a very cute maid. She and an equally cute Sasagawa-san were selected to advertise the café.
They were a hit.
That hadn't even taken into account the eclectic but still handsome Butlers of the café.
(She somehow started a movement on revoking the rights to refuse of everyone selected as a maid/butler. She would never tell anyone it was her who started it though. Vongola-san was still looking for the perpetrator and she liked being alive, thank you very much.)
Natsumi hummed a cheerful song as she tuned out the chaos happening in the Café part of their classroom and pretended to be busy in the kitchen part of the divide. Kurokawa-san was doing the same thing as her anyway.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Hums Bohemian Rhapsody, fails*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Even though their class earned quite a lot of money, most of it was blown off on the bills for the repairs.
Natsumi was not remotely surprised about this as their class president outlined the income vs expense in front of the class.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Her Majesty, Queen of the Lines!*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Emiya Tatsuya taught his younger sister a sport he was rather fond of, archery.
(It was one of the few sports Natsumi was willing to try.)
Not wanting to disappoint her brother (he made time to teach it after all), Natsumi poured hours into practicing until she was fairly proficient at it.
It goes to say that she volunteered to represent their class and easily won against her other year mates and represented the freshmen.
The female Emiya was only mildly disappointed to lose against the representative of the seniors because she expected it. Kise-sempai was the Captain of the Archery Club.
Natsumi was disappointed though that none of her classmates even noticed her achievements.
It was a little understandable that Sawada-san, Sasagawa-san, and Kurokawa-san would receive the bulk of the attention for winning the Cooking Championship.
She was only second after all.
(Like always.)
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The second day (which, thankfully, is also the last day) of the madness called the school fare finally ended.
Natsumi fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
She was that exhausted.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*I am the Deadline, fear me!*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Natsumi's editor demanded an extra chapter from her to 'surprise the readers'.
It certainly surprised the author herself.
That was the reason she ended up staying at her favorite patisserie later than usual.
In fact, she was there until closing time.
Bless I-Pin's wonderful soul for not minding her imposition.
Honestly, Natsumi lost track of time somewhen after the third slice of cake.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*The stresslines are multiplying*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Natsumi continued looking blankly at her laptop's screen as she sat on one of the highback chairs in her favorite patisserie. She was the only customer left for the night.
Natsumi was getting quite stressed.
The deadline for the next two chapters of her lengthy novel was exactly midnight that night.
While one chapter was already done and reread twice, she just couldn't get the second chapter to break through 15,000 words.
Her editor demanded 20,000 words for each chapter.
The first-year student honestly doesn't know where to pull those extra 5,000 words from.
"Uhm, Natsumi-san?" a young female voice called out.
Natsumi turned to the sheepish looking I-Pin. This made the older female smile apologetically at the younger, "Sorry I-Pin-chan, I lost track of time again. I'll finish up."
It seems like the shop is closing.
Natsumi ate the last few bites of her cake with her right hand while her left shut down her laptop and started arranging the papers strewn on the table she occupied.
This week's dinners had been a steady diet of cakes since Natsumi no longer had the time to cook anything else.
As soon as she had packed up, the female Emiya volunteered to help I-Pin-chan clean up. They were in the process of stacking the chairs up the tables to efficiently sweep the floor when Hibari Fon-san finally left the kitchen.
The pastry chef didn't even pause at the sight of a frequent customer helping his apprentice, unlike the first time he came upon the scene.
"Emiya-san," Hibari-san greeted amicably.
"Hibari-san," Natsumi greeted back.
Neither tried to change how they addressed each other because the first-year student was enjoying referring to the brothers 'Hibari-san, Hibari-sensei, Hibari-sempai' and the pastry chef would not use someone else's first name when the other wouldn't return the favor.
It only took another ten minutes to clean up and close the shop with the three's combined efforts.
But unlike the previous nights, I-Pin-chan opted to stay and sleep in the employee's quarters.
Usually, all three left the shop at the same time but would split midway, Hibari-san escorting the younger girl back to her apartment while Natsumi continued home.
Now, only the brunette high school student and the pastry chef were walking home together.
Natsumi did not know how to break the silence since she usually chattered with I-Pin-chan while Hibari-san remained silent.
Should she even break the silence? Does Hibari-san prefer silence?
The safer choice seemed to be to not speak at all but she really feels uncomfortable.
Natsumi filled her head with idle thoughts of what else could she add to her 'too short' chapter. It was a rather effective way of ignoring the awkwardness.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Help, out of ideas*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
"Emiya-san?"
Natsumi jumped when Hibari Fon suddenly called out to her.
"W-What?" she asked and was gifted with an amused smile. She glared back. (The pastry chef thought it was like a kitten trying to look menacing…and failing at it.)
"We're here," Hibari-san pointed out.
Natsumi looked around and saw that she was so lost in her thoughts, she already passed by the gate to her house.
She went beet red, "R-Right. Good evening, Hibari-san."
"Good evening as well, Emiya-san," the pastry chef greeted back and his tone was pleasant enough.
Although Natsumi had the sneaking suspicion he was mentally laughing at her. She narrowed her eyes at him before turning around and backtracking to her gate.
She swore she heard an almost inaudible snicker.
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Natsumi's embarrassment and frustration somehow fueled her lack of inspiration with enough vitriol to add more into her nearly finished chapter.
It ended up 30,000 words long.
Her editor was pleased.
The slave-driver.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*I just found out that 'crow's feet' refers to lines around the eyes, I thought they were a description of a person's feet all this time. Basically, my life is a lie*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Natsumi was so focused on releasing a special Valentine's Day Chapter for her novel on time that she completely forgot any preparations for the holiday itself in real life.
Thankfully, she had shopped for the usual ingredients a week ago or she'd have to push her way through female hopefuls just to buy some eggs.
Now, to list down the names of the people she'll give chocolates to.
There's her brother…
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Wow, she couldn't think of anyone else.
Her social life sucks.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*This line needs to go out more*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Natsumi decided to give the three male Hibaris their own Valentine's Chocolates.
She planned to give Skull-sempai some as well, for good measure.
All chocolates were shaped like rather thick coins 5cm in diameter and about 3cm tall. Some melted white chocolate was used to decorate them. For her brother she designed them like wacky picture frames; for Hibari-sempai she drew tonfas; skylarks for Hibari-sensei because handcuffs looked wrong somehow; for Hibari-san she attempted a Chinese dragon's face but it turned out looking funny so she decorated them like cakes instead; and for Skull-sempai she found purple food color to make the stalks of lavender more identifiable.
The female Emiya inspected the finished products and found them…acceptable.
She gave up and dismissed it as a bad job before turning in for the night.
Not like she'll magically become better at decorating sweets if she became even more sleep-deprived.
(Really, she was embarrassed about her lack of skills in the presentation part of cooking.)
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Natsumi left the box of chocolates for her brother in the fridge.
The boxes of chocolates for the three Hibaris were left in their mailbox. She had already closed said mailbox when she realized she never put names on the identical packages.
Heck, she couldn't remember whose box is whose.
The brunette was about to attempt to retrieve the wrapped chocolates when the Hibari home's front door opened revealing Hibari Alaude.
She froze.
Hibari-sensei merely arched an eyebrow.
Caught red-handed, Natsumi fled the scene.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*This is a robbery, give me your chocolates*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
There were crates set up on one of the hallways labeled with the names of the popular male staffs and students.
Natsumi couldn't believe her eyes.
Was this normal?
This was her first year and first Valentine's Day in Vongola High School.
The older students and the school staffs didn't seem to bat an eye as female students put their 'offerings' in the boxes.
Natsumi just shrugged and placed her own box of chocolates in the crate labeled 'Great Skull-sama'.
Skull-sempai's did not have many chocolates unlike Vongola-sensei's and Sinclair-sempai's whose own crates are already overflowing. She had to bend down inside in order to gently drop the chocolates in.
"Ho? The Lackey's?" a male voice suddenly asked from somewhere on Natsumi's right. She tilted her head up and saw Sinclair-sempai smirking down at her.
For the second time that day, Natsumi fled the scene.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*You don't need 8 hours of sleep – Eyebags*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Sawada-san has a very tall stack of chocolates to give away.
Natsumi did not envy her one bit. Especially since the stack looked really heavy. Considering Gokudera-san and Yamamoto-san were still carrying more, it just seemed so troublesome having to distribute them one by one.
Natsumi only needed to give away four and it was already such a hassle. Sawada-san was probably gonna expend much more effort with how many packages those were.
Especially when another brawl broke out between the males clamoring for some of the amber-eyed girl's homemade chocolates.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Help, this line needs more ideas (and chocolates)*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Their Home Economics Class was set aside for those who still haven't made their Valentine's Chocolate yet, or in Sawada-san's case, those that ran out of them.
Natsumi had the currently ignored cookie mix to herself and decided to do some baking instead.
She shaped them into cute little animals. Hmm…whom to give these to?
Or maybe she could eat them all instead?
Nah, maybe the kids in the orphanage would love them.
Pity there was no chocolate chips to spare when the haggard female students decided to horde them.
She hoped the kids would still love them nonetheless.
Natsumi left the homeroom kitchen just in time as the horde of romantic hopefuls finally blew up under the stress and had started throwing things at each other.
Poor Sawada-san was trying to calm everyone down with about as much success as the time she tried to calm the boys down. Which was none at all.
Time to call the senseis.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*This line has a butter knife and is not afraid to use it*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Natsumi's lunchbreak was interrupted by another brawl for Sawada-san's newly made chocolates.
It ended up toppling Natsumi's barely touched lunchbox.
She did not want to know why her cry of 'My burger steak!' made the Demon Prefect more vicious.
Nor why Hibari-sempai looked more upset about her spilled lunch than her.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Just five more minutes – Top Ten Lies We Tell Ourselves*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Natsumi swore Hibari-sensei's gaze lingered at her for a bit longer.
She could console herself that at least it wasn't as long as his near-stare at Sawada-san.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Beware, a competitive line ahead*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
In Natsumi's opinion, a competition such as the one she was looking at right now should not be held.
What the heck does this accomplish other than inflate those males' egos more?!
Apparently, from the crates of chocolates assigned to each male staff/students, one box of chocolate would be picked randomly and judged based on their taste and decoration.
The winner didn't really win anything other than bragging rights.
Here were some examples of how the stupid fanfare went.
Vongola Xanxus' chocolates looked like some sort of gun, only deformed. It turns it wasn't even chocolate, it was chocolate-covered steak.
Yamamoto Takeshi's box didn't even contain chocolate, it has sushi rolls inside.
Gokudera Hayato's chocolates were defaulted after finding out they were store-bought.
Sinclair Renato's chocolates were suspiciously glowing purple…and somehow alive because it was definitely wiggling. (Natsumi was privately reminded of the purple food that could melt dynamite.)
Hibari Alaude was not amused to find out his own box of chocolates contained chocolate-covered handcuffs.
Of course there were others, like Cavallone Dino's whose chocolates were plain ones and were judged to taste average but Cavallone-sempai thanked the one who gave them anyway. (The girl promptly fainted.)
There were outrageously decorated ones like Belphegor-san's whose chocolates looked like it had been splashed with blood. (Cross fingers that it wasn't real blood.)
Colonello-sempai's chocolates didn't even reach him because they were promptly destroyed by his not-girlfriend, Lal-sempai.
Elena-sensei also destroyed the chocolates gifted to her husband, Spade Daemon-sensei, in an amazing display of skill in tridents. (Was Elena-sensei the one who taught Rokudo-san?)
And then Skull-sempai's chocolates were presented next.
It was Natsumi's.
She did not need to know their opinions on her mediocre decorating skills. Nor that the lavender stalks didn't look like lavender stalks at all.
Although the brunette did need to stop herself from preening when her chocolates were judged as the best tasting one.
Hers was still the best-tasting even after Sawada-san's chocolate for Hibari-sempai was judged next.
Sawada-san's chocolates still won the competition because Natsumi's points were heavily deducted for the sh*tty décor.
Natsumi doesn't care, best-tasting still goes to her.
She would definitely brag about it to her brother.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*This line is gonna be the very best (like no line ever was)*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
OMAKE ('cause why not):
Renato Sinclair's crate had the most chocolates according to the official tallying.
"I win, Lackey," Renato, or Reborn as he preferred, announced.
Skull de Mort, who unfortunately is the one called 'Lackey', squawked in indignation but there was no contest. He barely filled half his own crate. But it didn't stop him from arguing back about how quality was a lot better than quantity. And Skull-sama's chocolate definitely had more quality than Reborn's!
The other male did not take that retort lying down.
Soon, chaos ensued.
Luce di Giglio Nero sighed at her friends' antics, "Reborn, please stop bullying Skull."
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Natsumi had happily chattered to Emiya Tatsuya how her chocolate was judged as the best-tasting ones even against one of the trio who won a schoolwide cooking competition.
But immediately deflated when she confessed she lost because of her sh*tty decorating skills.
Tatsuya froze in the middle mincing some onions.
The female Emiya would later regret ever mentioning her subpar decorating skills.
She thought her editor was a slave-driver, her brother was worse.
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So…what do you think of this chapter?
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I just want to thank Grazi-chan, HatethePlayer-NevertheGame, Animeisheaven, foxchick1, Hipergirl, konan248. Thank you for your support!
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Whenever I look at the amount of views I got I couldn't stop smiling. I am so happy so many read this story. Thank you again!
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I rushed updating today because I probably won't be able to do it this weekend. I'm going back to my hometown for some time with my family. (Yay for Mom's cooking!) It's the reason why I wasn't able to edit Chapter 2 and why you probably would see a lot of minor errors in this chapter.
I'll fix it on the next update I promise!
I hope to see you next week!
Edited 29-Nov-2020