Nana's Imouto

Disclaimer: Me no own. If I did, I would probably make a Dub version. And I apologize in advance if what Italian I used here is wrong.

Ch. 3: I Call This 'Low Hanging Fruit'

"So, what is it that you would like, World's Greatest Hitman?" I asked, once I picked up Kiddo from the floor, just kind of tossed him on his bed; like a bag after a long days work. Think he bounced a couple of times.

Must be really good springs.

Reborn looked at me and Leon turned into a green gun while sitting there on his tiny hammock. Which, by the way is freakin awesome, didn't know they could make knots that tiny! It looks freakin handmade with really comfy looking rope.

Wow, never thought I would say that.

Twink!

Ouch!

"Yo, dude that hurt like son of a gun! With a freakin coconut right after it! Why did you do that? I was just thinking about how awesome your hammock it, geeze Louise." I said, rubbing my new goose head I got from the tiny person who threw something at me!

"Seriously? You threw lime at me? Where did you even get the lime?" I asked after I picked up the lime.

Put the lime in the Coke you nut, and shake it all up.

Put the lime in the coconut, and shake it all up.

Out comes a lobster hand in a creepy haunted house.

"I got it from Leon," he said in his manly tiny squeak. Holding the gun closely to him and a protection glint appeared in his eyes.

"Sweet as, but why did you throw it at me?"

"What is your name?"

"Ann."

"What is your full name?"

"Not going to happen, I can't even pronounce my name."

"Where did you come from?"

"My mother-ouch! A coconut?! Seriously? Not even in season you freakin Hitman!" I yelled at him, shaking a coconut he threw at me. Seriously, didn't even see him whip it out, and it's bigger than him!

"Where did you come from?" He repeated.

"Are you going to throw rum at me if I make a sarcastic answer?"

"No."

"Damn, and I wanted a pina coloda." I said, snapping my fingers.

Wa-bump!

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, Unlce! Uncle! I give! I'm Swiss! I killed Mr. Boddy in the kitchen with a lead pipe! I'm raising the white flag! I'm Poland! You came, you saw, you conquered! Yes, Ghanis Khan had a Daddy Issue, what great villain who took over countries didn't?! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" I screamed in terror once I realized that I was on my stomach with my arms behind my back in a very painful manner.

Dude, quit using your size against me, I can't use my legs to flip you! I'm sorry! Just get off of me!

"I want answers, and I want them straight. Who sent you, where did you come from and how did you know about the Famiglia?"

"No one sent me, I seriously thought my accent and attitude gave it away, I'm American. I just doo." I whined at him.

"America? Europe? Russia?" He repeated.

Did he not listen to what I said?

"Dude, America! I just said that, I come slash came from America, I don't know how I got here. I was covered in dirt, bro!" I whined some more. "OW! Son of a Slayer! What did I do?!"

"What do you mean come slash came?" He asked, more intrigued by that.

YES! Sweet Glorious freedom! Scoot over Kiddo, your carpet nasty! Seriously, when was the last time you vacuumed it?! I thought I saw something crawling there.

" I don't know. Like I said earlier in my awesome story, which I woke up underneath a sakura tree. Covered in dirt like I was a mole or something."

"You don't remember anything?"

"Yes, I was trying to learn how to Earth Bend from Badermoles on the outskirts of Gaoling." I raised my hand in defense once I saw a bowling ball being raised. "I really don't remember! Does it look like I wanted to be covered in dirt and mud with lots of scratches and a very bruised leg today? No, I think not Hitman."

"Now how did you know about the Famiglia?" He repeated, shinning up the bowling ball with a Leon-cloth.

Poor Leon! Being used as a bowling ball cloth! Do you know how often those things are cleaned? And how many germs get on the bowling ball? It's like a freakin huge amount! Do you even know what kind of germs on those bowling balls?!

POOR LEON!

"Dude, quit abusing Leon like that! Do you know how many germs are on that bowling ball? Or even what kind of germs?! You could be giving Leon a weird mutation of Avian Flu that's targets magical awesome changing reptiles! I'll tell you everything I know!" I bawled out, using the comatose teenage body that is Kiddo as a pillow and tissue.

Reborn just gave me a deadpan look.

I'm an animal lover at heart. Just because I like my meat suggest otherwise.

Leon transferred back into being a Leon and hopped out of Reborn's grasp and I could actually feel Reborn's glare at me when said magical reptile began flicking his tongue at me.

Awww, I'm getting Leon kisses!

I am so loved right now!

"Ahem." Reborn coughed into his hands and pulled out another gun.

Dude, he has the magical mallet space that I thought magical female main characters have.

"Right, right." I said, petting Leon as he settled in my lap.

"What was your question again?"

"How do you know about the Famiglia?" He repeated.

"Before we answer that question, I must ask you. Where are we in Kiddo's life?" I countered.

"We?"

"Me, myself and I. You and me. Me and you. So happy, together! Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!" I screeched, the freakin bowling ball making it's way over to me.

"I just mean us in general. The only ones speaking! Or me screaming in pain, as you do your cool BAMF thing!" I screamed at him, tossing the bowling ball back at him.

"What does it matter where Tsuna is at in life?" He countered, ignoring the bowling ball that he's sitting on top of now.

"Because I know what happens to people who know the future! Either they die, they get tortured to get the information out from them, people listen to what they say and either; A-things go according to the timeline, or 2-Things don't go according to plan and people begin a witch hunt on said person!"

Reborn face darkened at the words future, die and torture. "Explain."

"Explain what? Thought I laid it out there, black and white. No fine print."

"How do you know?"

"Where I come from, none of this is real. Nobody magically speaks Japanese in a whim. The Italian mafia doesn't accept people who are not full-blood Italian. Babies aren't the other side of the Rainbow. That's Skittles job. The only magical bullet around might be one that is made from ice. There is no Strongest Seven. No Families. No nothing."

"You're from an alternate reality." He said, "Why are you here?"

"I told you! I don't know! I woke up being covered in dirt and mud! I have bruises from something! Maybe I died in the other world. Maybe I'm in a coma where I'm a male model! I don't know Reborn! Vero nome ." I whispered.

"Che cosa?"

"Vero nome." I repeated.

"How do you know?"

"Where I come from, there are multiple online debates about it. This, all of this." I gestured around and patting Kiddo on his head.

Wow, he has really fluffy hair.

I mean, I knew that other fics commented on it, but seriously. It's fluffy like cotton candy and a Tibetan Mastiff. Say what?

Yes, you read that right.

A Tibetan Mastiff. Have you seen how fluffy those things are? Look one up, an angry one.

Anyways, "All of this. All of this is fictional. I know what happens. But because I do, I have to let it play out as it goes."

"You can change it."

"Yeah, I could but the end result wouldn't be the same. Kiddo could end up changing everything for the better, for the worse, he could die! I've grown attached to every single character that I've come across. I can't let that happen." A tight feeling was put into my chest.

Whether it was a feeling of wanting to protect or some unseen force trying to prevent me from changing what is supposed to happen. I wouldn't know.

Vero nome = real name

Che cosa = What