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CANON BEGINS!~

HALLELUJAH!

(...I had to rewatch the same episodes over and over again because I forgot I was watching them for this fanfic and not for my entertainment LOL)


Canon

1. Original, official


Thirteen Years Old

November 20, 20XX

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*cough cough*

"Yukki-chan! Oh no, you're sick!"

"N-no, it's okay, I'm completely fi- *cough cough cough*"

Kyoko frowned. "I don't think you should go to school, Yukki-chan. You sound terrible!"

"N-no, I h-have to go to school, we have an important game coming up-"

"Yukki. Listen to me at least for today and rest, okay?"

She opened her mouth to protest, but got into another coughing fit.

Yukino sighed. "Fine..."

Kyoko smiled. "I'll be leaving, then!"

"Have a safe trip..."

And that's how Yukino ended up missing the whole day of Sawada Tsunayoshi confessing to Kyoko wearing nothing but underwear, and the scene where Mochida Kensuke got all his hair pulled off.


{First Person POV}

Nii-san appeared at my room door with an enthusiastic grin, a few hours after dinner. "Are you extremely better, Yukki?"

"Yeah, much better, compared to the morning, thanks for asking..." I blinked. "By the way, Nii-san..."

"Hm? What extremely is it, Yukki?"

"Have you been asking Hibari-senpai for a fight, lately?"

He blinked. "EH? How did you know to the extreme, Yukki?"

"Hibari-senpai went to me and complained..."

"Ah, I extremely see! That Hibari..!"

"Nii-san, why... why exactly are you challenging him?"

"Because there's no one worthy to challenge these days! I heard Hibari was extremely strong, so I wanted to see for myself!" He groaned. "But he doesn't answer my challenges and just knocks me out with one swipe! It's frustrating!"

I looked away. "Um... Nii-san..."

"Huh?"

"I don't care much myself that you're just looking for a challenge, but Kyoko..." I looked up. "Kyoko is worried. If she heard you were staying late at school to fight Hibari-senpai, I don't think she'd allow it."

His eyes widened. "That's right..."

"S-so..." I cleared my throat. "Please stop challenging Hibari-senpai, and come home earlier, Nii-san. She- no, we miss your company, and we want to eat dinner with everyone. With the three of us."

He blinked, and then grinned, nodding. "Of course! Don't worry anymore, Yukki! I'll stop challenging Hibari and come home to my two extreme imoutos!"

I grinned. "That's good to hear.."

He sent a rare brotherly smile. "Good night to the extreme, Yukki."

I blinked, and then cracked a smile. "Good night, Nii-san."


November 21, 20XX

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I blinked at the sight of the bald Mochida. "What happened to you?"

He blinked back, and ran.

I frowned. "I missed a lot yesterday, didn't I?"

"MANAGER!" Kishimoto-kun.

"GREAT QUEEN OF BASEBALL-SAMA!" Okumura-kun.

I sighed. "You guys are too loud, Okumura, Kishimoto."

Okumura-kun grinned. "Did you know did you know? We're having a volleyball tournament against Class 1-A!"

"And Yamamoto's playing in the team!" Kishimoto-kun grinned.

"And you know who else is playing on the team?"

"Da~ Me~ Tsu~ Na~"

They laughed together.

I blinked. "I'm sorry... who?"

"But then again, Tsuna was pretty cool yesterday, ripping off all that hair from Mochida-senpai!"

I blinked. "Wait, this 'Dame-Tsuna' was the one who ripped off his hair?!"

"Ehhh? You didn't know, Manager?" Okumura-kun said.

I narrowed my eyes at them. "I was absent yesterday."

"...R-right... o-of course we knew.. aha.."

"Anyway, I want to meet this 'Dame-Tsuna.' I need to thank him for doing that to Mochida."

"Ah, right, you never really liked Mochida-senpai, did you, Manager..."

A group of girls came out of Class 1-A, giggling to themselves.

"Say, when should we start our fan club?"

"How about now? I'm sure it'll be great, huh?"

They giggled again, and sighed happily. "A fan club for the transfer student from Italy, Gokudera Hayato-kun~~!"

I froze.

"Man, that transfer student is really scary, isn't he?~" Okumura-kun started.

"I heard he's in Class 1-A's team too..."

"T-transfer student... Say, do you know how he looks?" I asked.

"Oho~ I never imagined Manager to have an interest on the transfer student!" Kishimoto-kun teased.

"Just watch the volleyball tournament if you're so interested, Manager. And don't forget to support us too," smiled Okumura-kun.

"Yeah yeah, I get it, fine." I sighed. "Good luck..."


...They really needed luck on their side.

"O-oi, fucking cover, Okumura!"

"You're right in front of the ball, baka! What are you saying?!"

"Yeah! Get it, Kishimoto!"

"E-eh?! But I don't know how to receive it! I'm on the baseball club, not volleyball!"

The referee called for the other team's point, as Kishimoto-kun had just stared as the ball fell in front of him.

I deadpanned.

They're so bad I don't know what to say.

I sighed, and turned to the Disciplinary Committee Prez. "Um.. Hibari-senpai?"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "What?"

"...Can I sub in for someone for my class?"

"This is a boys' volleyball tournament, herbivore."

"I- I know, but-" I averted my eyes and murmured, "...They suck. ...I'd probably do better than them with my eyes closed."

"OI! I HEARD THAT, MANAGER!"

"YOU'RE SO CRUEL, BASEBALL-HIME!"

I blinked. Baseball-hime? ...Was I downgraded to a lower position than queen?

I shook my head quickly, and I stared back at them. "It's the truth. You both suck. Yamamoto's way better than you two combined."

"W-wha-"

"Eh? Ah, thank you for the compliment, Manager!" Yamamoto called from the other team.

I shrugged.

Hibari-senpai narrowed his eyes. "You're going to sub in for one of them, herbivore?"

I nodded quickly. "Hai! They're crowding in front of you, aren't they? I'll sub in for both of them instead!"

"W-wait-"

"M-manager!" they protested.

Hibari-senpai thought about it, and then smirked. "Fair enough."

"E-eh-?!"

"Sensei. Take them out and put her in instead."

"H-huh-?"

"W-wait-"

Hibari-senpai glared. "Is there a problem?"

"N-not at all!" He blew the whistle. "Player trading! Numbers 11 and 12 for..."

I sent a smile. "My name is Sasagawa Yukki."

"S-Sasagawa Y-Yukki..."

I stretched. Luckily, I'm wearing my gym clothes.

"E-eh?" a familiar looking brunette asked.

"A girl?"

"Trading with those two athletic guys?"

"...I heard it was under Hibari-san's orders..."

"There shouldn't be a problem, right? After all, she's a girl!"

My eye twitched at the sexist comments.

"Manager... are you sure about this?" asked Yamamoto from in front of me, us separated by a net.

I scoffed. "Of course I am."

The whistle blew, and the volleyball was up in the air.

"Receive it, in the back!" I ordered.

It went up, and I set it, the boy next to me spiking it down.

"Out!"

I cursed, but I turned to him with a smile. "Good try!"

He nodded, looking away. "Ossu..."

I nodded. Good good... at least we actually hit the ball... Unlike some idiots I know.

I narrowed my eyes at the benched idiots in the baseball club.

They smiled awkwardly at me.

"Give a great serve, Tsuna!"

"You can do it!"

I stared at the front, and waited for the familiar brunette, 'Tsuna,' to serve.

He threw the ball, and it fell and landed on his face.

I deadpanned.

I'm guessing he's... Dame-Tsuna? (=_=')

The cheering ceased, and people got confused. "Eh?"

I watched as Dame-Tsuna grew red to the face, and he looked away.

I frowned.

For the remainder of the time in the first set, he made too many mistakes to count.

...He's worser than Kishimoto-kun and Okumura-kun...

When we were at set point, someone else had set it, and I jumped for the spike. I aimed the ball at one of the blockers' hand, and spiked, making the ball go out.

And with that we won the first set.

I smiled to myself. Nice.

The gym got silent, and I blinked, confused.

"...That girl is better than Tsuna."

"That girl isn't from the volleyball club, is she?"

"No no, that girl is the manager of the baseball club!"

"That girl can't be that athletic, she's a manager, first of all!"

My eye twitched more and more, until I finally snapped.

"'That girl' this and 'that girl' that. I have a fucking name and it's Sasagawa Yukino!"

. . .

The gym was even more silent, until I heard a murmur of disbelief from in front of me.

I looked up with a glare, until my eyes widened at the sight in front of me.

"Hayato..." My voice was barely audible.

His eyes were wide. "Y-Yukino..."

I stared, more in shock, and watched as his eyes shadowed.

"Y-"

"Hibari-senpai, I just wanted to show the two idiots I subbed in for how to play properly. Um, will they be put back in?" I asked, turning away from him.

He narrowed his eyes, but sighed. "Hn. Fine. But next time you better not crowd in front of me again, herbivores."

"H-hai, Hibari-san!" Kishimoto-kun and Okumura-kun said in unison.

I walked out of the court, bangs shadowing my eyes, only to be tugged.

I turned around, and blinked.

My teammates bowed. "Thank you so much!"

I blinked again, but smiled lightly. "No problem."

I fast walked out of there after that.

I didn't mean to make it noticeable, but I knew a selected few noticed immediately.

Kyoko.

Nii-san.

Yamamoto.

Dame-Tsuna.

And Gokudera Hayato.


"Running away?"

"No. N-no, I'm not-"

"It seems to me you're doing exactly that, Sasagawa Yukino."

...Italian.

My fists clenched. "...Who are you?" I asked, staring at the empty hall in front of me.

The owner of the voice probably smirked. "So you noticed. Heh, you may be useful after all."

"Yosh." The figure of a two year old landed in front of me, wearing a suit and a fedora, along with a chameleon on his hat.

He smiled wryly. "Ciaossu. I have a few specific instructions for you to follow, Nemui-Yukki."


AAAAANDDDD TIME SKIP! AHA SORRY, DON'T WORRY THERE WILL BE A FLASHBACK.


November 30, 20XX

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"Ehhh?! Manager, you're quitting the manager position?! B-but... but why?"

"I-if it's because we were horrible at volleyball, we'll improve! Why are you leaving, Manager?!"

"Manager... what's wrong? What happened?"

"Was it us?"

"...I don't understand why you're doing this. Y-you didn't lose interest in baseball... d-did you?"

"I see. So you're leaving. See if I care."

"UWAAAAA! MANAGER DON'T LEAVE-"

I bit my lip, hiding my eyes with my hair. I felt tears gather up as I left the baseball game.

...Of course. They lost.

I opened the door to the empty classroom of Class 1-A, and wiped away my tears, clearing my throat. "I did what you wanted. So what was the purpose in that, Reborn?"

He stared at me with his empty charcoal eyes. "Good job, Yukki. Though you're not quite done yet."

I glared. "What else do you want me to do?! You forced me to quit my manager position when I love baseball! When I loved working with them!"

"...Yukki? Are you alright?"

"Yukki, are you alright to the extreme?! What happened? Why aren't you talking with us?"

"So you're going to keep ignoring us... Um, when you are ready to talk about it, I'll be here, okay?"

"Well, a-at least you're eating with us to the extreme! ...You're not being a hypocrite..."

"You made me distance myself from my family! You made me seem emotionless! And-" My fists clenched. I glared. "You ruined my life."

He smirked. "Your life? As I recall, you were originally from the De la Stella famiglia, Yukino de la Stella."

I froze. "How long... how long did you know?"

"A few days after I met you. Yukino de la Stella, childhood friends with Gokudera Hayato, daughter to Isaac de la Stella and Lily Sanguigno, stepdaughter to Alissa de la Stella and granddaughter to Asura de la Stella, the Ranking Queen. You ran away from Italy after you were abused, and you were found by Sasagawa Kyoko and Ryohei and was adopted into their family."

My fists clenched. "So what if I was Yukino de la Stella? I'm not in that famiglia now. I left!"

"That is true, you are no longer a De la Stella, as you never had any De la Stella blood, however Futa de la Stella thought of you as a real older sister and was horribly grieved to see her gone."

I glared. "Don't you dare speak of that name."

He smirked. "Interesting. So 'Ranking Futa' is taboo to you..." He looked at me. "You wanted to know why I made you distance yourself, right?"

I stared. "Yes."

"Because you're in the Vongola famiglia's way."

I blinked. "Vongo- What do you mean? What does being manager of the baseball club and spending time with my family have to do with the Vongola? And the Vongola is in Italy! There's no Vongola member her-"

"There is, and you being those things have a lot of things to do with the Vongola. As a former member of the De la Stella famiglia, you need to butt out. Sasagawa Kyoko and Sasagawa Ryohei are both members of Vongola Decimo's family, and Yamamoto Takeshi in the baseball club is also a member of Vongola Decimo's family. Because you were there, Yamamoto didn't hang out more with Tsuna, and instead insisted on spending more extra time to practice baseball."

"Tsuna... Tsuna, as in 'Dame-Tsuna?' What does hanging out with Tsuna have to do with the mafi-" My eyes widened. "Sawada Tsunayoshi is Vongola Decimo, isn't he?"

Reborn nodded. "Correct. I decided to make myself appear to you after you met Gokudera again, as Gokudera is also in Tsuna's family. I called him over to Japan especially for that."

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My fists clenched, my bangs shadowing my eyes. "So.. you're saying all these things you ordered for me to do, was for me to stay out of the Vongola's way? Is that it?"

"You catch on pretty quickly."

I glared. "You could've just told me sooner, Reborn! That way I would've just ignored Yamamoto-kun and stayed as the manager! The baseball club is suffering right now! I miss them, and I need to be there to cheer them up-"

"No need. Yamamoto already took that job from you."

I opened my mouth to protest, but stopped, closing it in the end. "So Yamamoto took over... huh?" I sighed. "So Kyoko and Nii-san both... in Sawada-kun's family..."

I smiled bitterly. "Was that all you needed of me? Was that the last request you needed me to do? Stay out of the Vongola's way at all costs? Have no social life? Talk to no one?"

"No, actually."

I frowned. "Then what do you wa-"

"The separation requests were a test to see if you were willing to follow my orders. It's proven to be successful. So let me ask you this: Are you willing to join Dame-Tsuna's family and the Vongola? No matter what it takes? To protect the ones you know that are members of the Vongola Famiglia?"

"Join... join the mafia...? You want me to fight in the cold, mafia?"

"Yes."

Kyoko and Nii-san... are just civilians. They did the troublesome thing as to treat me as their own blood, and take my pathetic self in. Yamamoto-kun is also just a fellow baseball club member, not related to mafia at all. Hayato only joined this cruel world because he left his humble, peaceful family. And that was because of me.

I...

I owe them, and now I need to pay them back.

I turned to him. "Fine. I'll do it, Reborn. What do I have to do?"

He smirked. "I want you to learn to fight. I'll give you free training, Nemui-Yukki."

"Alright, but..." I frowned. "Why do you call me that? Nemui, as I recall, means sleepy. And my nickname is Yukki..."

His smirk turned almost devilish. "Because you'll be classified as that nickname soon enough by your classmates. Your daily training will take place at midnight."

Shit.

I just made a contract with the devil.


In the end, I cut my hair and now it went up to the back of my neck.

It was getting in the way of my training.

Reborn cut it for me.


{Third Person POV}

December 2, 20XX

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"Oi, Sasagawa, do number 3 on the blackboard please."

"..."

"Sasagawa?"

"Um, sensei, she's asleep..." said Okumura Koushi.

"What?! Why that girl...!"

"I- I'll answer it for her, sensei!" said Kishimoto Ryu, standing.

The sensei blinked, but sighed. "It's not common that Kishimoto volunteers for a problem. Go ahead and do it then, Kishimoto."

"Hai..."

Okumura and Kishimoto looked at their former manager, worried.

'What has she been going through? She never sleeps in class...'


December 5, 20XX

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"Sasaga- yup, she's asleep."

"And Nemui-Yukki strikes again!" a boy snickered.

The lunch break bell rang, and the sensei walked up to Sasagawa Yukino.

The sensei tapped her shoulder. "Oi. If you keep sleeping in class, you're going to fail all your tests, Sasagawa."

All of a sudden Yukino jolted upwards, screaming, "I'M SORRY REBORN I WON'T GET ANOTHER 80 PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME RUN AGAIN, PLEASE!"

Everyone in Class 1-C stared at her in bewilderment.

Yukino blinked, and realized what she had just said. She bowed in apology. "I'm sorry for making a commotion, sensei, I- I just had a bad dream..."

She looked up. "And about the sleeping thing, I'm- I'm really trying my best to stay awake..."

"Sasagawa..." The sensei had a frown. "What exactly do you do at midnight?"

She blinked. "I train- er, I have tutoring sessions."

The sensei blinked, and then sighed. "I guess that explains the fear you just showed? As this 'Reborn' is your tutor and punishes you for scores lower than 100?"

Yukino nodded. "You're spot-on correct, sensei."

The sensei sighed. "Well, I guess, as long as you remain an average grade, you can sleep in class..."

She bowed. "Thank you so much, sensei..."

As the sensei left, Yukino stared at her quiet classmates, and heard murmurs of 'Nemui-Yukki.'

She deadpanned. 'As always, Reborn's predictions are spot-on...'

"Um, Ma- Yukki-chan?" said Okumura.

She looked up, and blinked. "Hai, Okumura?"

He flinched, and she blinked, and averted her eyes. "Sorry, Okumura-kun. W-what would you like?"

"I don't like this..." Kishimoto stood in front of her with a slight glare. "Why aren't you our manager anymore, Manager?!"

She was about to respond that she was going to become it again but she had training sessions, but realized saying that won't cut it.

So she responded with a straightforward emotionless stare. "Because I find baseball to be boring and uneventful."

The two baseball club members flinched, and Yukino's heart ached at the lie, but they nodded.

"I see."

Okumura forced a smile. "We apologize for bothering you, Yukki-chan."

Yukino sent a fake smile back. "Please, call me Nemui-Yukki, why don't you?"

They blinked, and she stood, taking her lunch money with her.

'...Manager...'

'Goodbye.'


SOOO.

Idk wat I just wrote, but dammmnnnn, do I write drama wayy too much or what?

Aha, anyways, this isn't necessarily canon canon, as a canon scene was changed up a lot, but hey!

This is an AU.

It will stay an AU, and I don't have to make it exact.

And Hayato and Yukino's reunion was... like... ten words long. But hey, there'll be more of their moments in later chapters.

I had to make it that she stopped being manager... too bad. I liked writing about the baseball club.

I forgot to mention that Yukino had long hair, but now she doesn't!

She cut it! For training!

I hope I didn't make this too complicated, if there's anything you'd like to comment about for this or anything you're confused on and you need me to clarify, feel free to review and/or PM me.

Anyways, till the next update, because surprisingly I updated this pretty quickly,

ALLY. XD