CHAPTER 1:
I read a story months ago about a fem!Tsuna attending Vongola High. I can no longer find the story. I could not get the idea out of my head though and even if I can no longer completely remember the plot of said story, I made a story based on it. For all those who can remember the story, I know it does not completely follow it. I'm sorry but I REALLY can't remember much anymore. If you could please tell me the title of the story I would appreciate it greatly.
About the story itself, please bear in mind that I made this on my phone so typographical errors may be common. And that this is COMPLETELY AU!
Please read and review though. Any comments for improvement in my writing skills are greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn
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As a novelist, Emiya Natsumi was perfectly aware that she has the physical characteristics of an average Background Character.
With her brown eyes and straight dark brown hair paired with an average height for her fifteen years of age, she was a perfectly average-looking Japanese High School student.
Frankly, she was perfectly happy to be so.
Attending Vongola High School with its…colorful student body, being an uninteresting onlooker when the eccentric antics of the other students were in full swing seems like the safe choice. Besides, said antics were great sources of inspiration for her novels and short stories.
Since she was one of the handful 'average' students in what seemed to be the class where the most troublesome of students were concentrated, Natsumi was unsurprised at the announcement of a transferee student a month into the school year.
Said transferee was a girl (because of course, it has to be a cute girl) named Sawada Setsuna. The new student has fluffy-looking wavy brown hair and amber eyes and looked instantly wary of the colorful portion of her soon-to-be classmates.
And then she beamed a hesitant smile that instantly summoned sparkles and flowers around her. Cue the blushing of more than half of the boys and a handful of girls.
Natsumi despaired that she suddenly became a background character for some shoujo manga. (She thought she was in a shounen one with all the action and almost constant weirdness.)
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Natsumi was trying to be discrete about it but she knew she was failing a bit. It was kinda noticeable when you're looking back and forth between your teacher and the new transfer student.
Vongola Giotto, substitute Math teacher, the man who was arguably the most handsome male on the campus, and the Vongola heir, could not stop staring at Sawada-san.
Natsumi nearly rolled her eyes. It was so d*mn cliché. There was no way Natsumi is using this as an inspiration for any of her stories.
Do they even realize how creepy it was? They look so alike the only noticeable difference between them was their coloring with Giotto-sensei's blond hair and blue eyes and the man's obviously more masculine sharp-angled facial bone structure.
Heck, they might actually be closely related via twisted family drama!
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Well, that was one thing to watch out for in this development.
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Sasagawa Kyoko, the school (female) idol, and Kurokawa Hana, her best friend, and (surly) bodyguard, invited the new student for lunch. Of course, they did.
Natsumi just gave out an exasperated sigh as she took out her own bento. It was rather colorful today courtesy of the numerous vegetables. (It was on discount last weekend.)
Sinclair Renato, womanizer extraordinaire, was waiting outside their classroom during lunch break.
Guess who he was waiting for?
Of course, the cute transfer student.
The tall sempai with black hair and equally dark eyes was rumored to have dated almost every girl in school. He, like the rest of the popular group of sempais, wasn't wearing the school uniform and was instead in a well-tailored black suit, yellow dress shirt, and a fedora with a canary yellow band near the brim.
Sawada-san had very pointedly told him that she was already joining Sasagawa-san and Kurokokawa-san for lunch before dragging said girls away.
Go Sawada-san! Escape the clutches of Curly Sideburns-sempai!
As if sensing the insult, Sinclair-sempai glared at Natsumi's direction.
She tried her best to ignore said glare while she continued eating her lunch (flower-shaped carrots!) until eventually, the upperclassman left.
She forgot said sempai was rumored to be able to read minds. Oops.
That glare was intense! It just made her lose her appetite.
Natsumi gave the half-eaten bento one last forlorn glance before packing it away.
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Vongola Xanxus was, to put it simply, the black sheep of the family. With black hair and red eyes, the tall teen was a very intimidating individual. Sure, he might look a little like his Great Grandfather Ricardo Vongola if you tilted your head and squinted a little but the teen looked nothing like the rest of his family.
That was why Natsumi wasn't surprised to find out that said classmate of hers was adopted. (Seriously, he looked nothing like his father and the man's wife. Who the heck thought they could pass him up as the couple's son?)
It didn't change the fact that when word of said adoption came out, Vongola-san became even more of a surly b*stard with a temper near impossible to deal with.
It made him even scarier.
So why the heck was Sawada-san trying her d*mn hardest to stand up to the red-eyed teen and actually argue back?
And how the heck did she even manage to make the adopted Vongola walk-out?!
His expression was positively thunderous.
Natsumi couldn't stop the shiver that ran up her spine. She made a mental note to avoid that particular classmate of hers for the foreseeable future.
And maybe give Sawada-san a word of warning for what she had unleashed upon herself.
It turns out it wasn't needed. Sawada-san was immediately swarmed by well-meaning classmates telling her about the many others unfortunate enough to piss off Vongola-san.
(It was the thought that counts…right?)
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Belphegor was rumored to be a prince in exile complete with a tiara-like silver crown that matches his wavy golden blond hair and a lack of last name. With a maniacal grin and fondness for knives, Natsumi was quite sure there was more to that story.
In any case, said exiled prince had latched onto Vongola Xanxus with a vice grip since day one, commenting something about being a 'worthy leader to follow'. In fact, the genius barely teen had specifically tested out of middle school and into their year level just to follow said worthy leader.
Belphegor-san had confronted Sawada-san after Xanxus-san walked out, obviously to intimidate the girl with the brandishing of his knives.
The fluffy-haired girl looked wary at first but actually had the guts to not back down and that impressed the exiled prince enough to cut the confrontation short with a chuckle of 'Ushishishi' before returning to his seat as if nothing happened.
Everyone else in the room was equally bewildered by what just happened.
Natsumi was just glad he didn't throw those knives of his. She had lost count of how many times one of those had flown too close to her for comfort.
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The next day, Gokudera Hayato suddenly started following Sawada-san around like a puppy, calling her 'Princess'.
Natsumi was curious as to what just happened.
Gokudera-san was a delinquent who she had once caught smoking outside the campus. His silver-white hair was longer than was acceptable for school and he dressed like a punk with piercings, chains, and rings, the first few buttons usually open with a clear view of a colored plain shirt underneath. He was half-Italian and it was no secret that he did not get along with his father at all, being the child of a woman that was not the man's wife.
He was still grumpy as ever that only seemed to smile and be enthusiastically cheerful whenever addressing his 'Princess'.
The one-eighty degree turn in attitude was quite bewildering to watch every time it happened, but no less entertaining.
For Natsumi, it was like watching a comedy routine you knew was coming but would still give you a degree of amusement anyway.
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It was a whole week later when news of Yamamoto Takeshi almost jumping from the roof had circulated the campus.
Thankfully, Sawada-san was able to convince him otherwise.
Natsumi had heard of the baseball player's injury but didn't think it was enough of a reason for their classmate to spiral into depression. (But then again, depression was just that type of unpredictable. it just takes that one push, no matter how 'minor' it seemed, to have someone spiraling down somewhere unreachable.)
She watched warily as said teen unknowingly participated in a one-sided argument with Gokudera-san. Finding the injured athlete's smile more genuine than it had been for a while, the female Emiya had dismissed the boy from her concerns and gave her attention back to her English homework (that she forgot existed until she overheard an off-hand comment about it).
It seems like Sawada-san had that one covered.
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Hibari Kyoya was one scary sempai. He was the Head Prefect of the school's Disciplinary Committee and his method of punishment for those who broke the rules usually sent said rule breaker to the clinic at best, to the ICU at worst. This earned him the nickname of 'Demon Prefect' and the teen was actually proud of said title.
Somehow, somehow, said Demon Prefect has a soft spot for one Sawada Setsuna.
Natsumi couldn't help but shake her head, utterly perplexed at the sight of Hibari-sempai escorting Sawada-san home. She tried her hardest not to stare after them.
She failed.
She needed to stop though. Her house was in the same direction and Natsumi was sure Hibari-sempai wouldn't take the staring very well.
She decided to instead look at the ground in front of her until she's safely inside her house.
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Cavallone Dino was one clumsy sempai but it only made him more endearing to the female population.
Natsumi absentmindedly listened as Sawada-san was forced by pushy classmates to narrate just how said clumsy sempai unwittingly became the amber-eyed girl's knight in shining armor.
…which somehow involved a crate full of cabbages, a fish tank, and a speeding truck.
It was…interesting.
She wondered if she could use a setting-appropriate parallel of that somewhere in her novel? Would it be too recognizable? Maybe change some elements like instead of a fish tank it'll be a barrel of beer? Wine?
Hmmm…
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Natsumi could not believe her ears. She somehow got partnered with Sawada-san in a school project.
Although she knew it was because the fluffy-haired brunette was not partnered with one of her two friends, Sawada-san did not have to sound so disappointed by this development.
Natsumi did not want to get killed by the amber-eyed girl's fan club out of sheer jealousy either.
Would it be weird to have a Last Will and Testament at her age?
Probably, but it wouldn't hurt to at least be prepared on that angle. Especially with all the glares that she could feel at the back of her head.
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Natsumi just finished a short story about a hopelessly romantic woman whose love life finally blossomed at the age of thirty. She had to get the images of Sawada Setsuna's Fan Club out of her head and writing them out into a story was a good way of doing it.
At least she got something out of watching males falling all over themselves around the amber-eyed girl.
A short story only 40,000 words long saved and Natsumi finally focused on the small cheesecake she ordered.
The quaint patisserie she was currently eating at was near the outskirts of the shopping district. She had frequented this place for almost two years now and had become very good friends with the rather young waitress named I-Pin.
Leaving the required amount and some tip, Natsumi hefted the backpack containing her laptop and with a backward wave to the Chinese waitress, she left the shop with a promise of coming back soon.
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Sawada-san had agreed to meet with Natsumi on the patisserie she frequented, the fluffy-haired brunette commenting she knew the place.
With a shrug, Natsumi left the classroom with the rest of their classmates, not really looking forward to the weekend with the sense of doom she felt creeping into her.
She should outline the plot out of the fifth installment of her novel so if ever she wouldn't survive it, her work would still be continued according to her wishes. More importantly, it would end the way she wanted it.
Her main protagonist deserved at least that much for all the crap she made him went through.
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Natsumi stared as the shop owner of the patisserie, Hibari Fon, lightly flirted with Sawada-san before declaring the cakes they ate free. She continued to stare as the amber-eyed girl blushed and insisted on paying. Okay maybe Natsumi was sneakily giving money to the exasperated I-Pin but she was still staring at the same time.
That still doesn't change the fact that she was mildly annoyed that the pastry chef finally deigned to show his face now when she has been eating cake in this shop since it opened. And she never got any cake for free either!
"Behold the rare sight of the mating habits of a pastry chef," the straight-haired brunette student whispered to the waitress, completely deadpan and somehow managing to remove the bitterness from her voice.
That startled a laugh out of the Chinese girl and effectively drew the other two's attention to them.
The young waitress looked mildly guilty for laughing at her employer's expense but it wasn't enough to completely stop her giggles.
Natsumi smiled as innocently as she could, "Sorry, I-pin-chan and I were just talking."
"About what?" Sawada-san asked with a tilt of her head. Cue sparkles.
It should be illegal to be that cute.
"Bitter things...very bitter things," Natsumi somehow answered after almost getting blinded by the sparkles.
"Oh! Like coffee? And mocha? We need the caffeine for this project," the amber-eyed student somehow got from that.
That made Natsumi stare at her partner a little but recovered quickly and asked, "You think coffee-flavored cake would work just as fine as piping hot coffee?"
Cue slow blink that highlighted Sawada-san's long lashes, "I...have no idea."
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Black hair, black eyes, and equally black clothing on his lanky frame, Sinclair-sempai was not someone you ever want to meet in a dark alleyway.
Natsumi could testify to that.
Sawada-san was a brave girl indeed for marching right towards said sempai to complain about the man's habits.
As Sawada-san and Sinclair-sempai argued not so quietly, Sinclair-sempai offering to walk the girl home since it was already dark and they were neighbors and Sawada-san accusing said sempai of stalking while looking a little angry but mostly flustered, Natsumi slowly backed away before walking towards the other direction as stealthily as she could.
She noted to herself to find a way to never meet Sinclair-sempai while said sempai is somewhere dark.
It felt like encountering a serial killer.
When the two continued arguing as Natsumi rounded a corner, the straight-haired brunette felt a sigh escape her lips involuntarily.
It looks like she would not be dying tonight then.
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That night, Emiya Natsumi wrote 10,000-word prose about a girl dying in a dark alley, in one sitting. Her killer's main feature was his abyss-colored eyes.
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Natsumi stared blankly at Belphegor as said rumored exiled prince ordered her to exchange partners with him while twirling a rather shiny silver dagger in one hand.
Thankfully, Sawada-san rescued her from what would have been a messy death…
…by threatening Belphegor-san with something Sawada-san whispered in a tone low enough that Natsumi was not able to catch.
When the exiled prince walked away without even a glance in Natsumi's direction, she thanked Sawada-san profusely out loud.
She silently vowed to claim most of the work for the project. It was the least Natsumi could do for the amber-eyed for saving her life.
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That night, Emiya Natsumi wrote a 12,000 prose about one of Jack the Ripper's victims, describing the famous killer as having wavy, golden hair with a silver knife.
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Natsumi fought a sigh as Gokudera-san invited himself into one of her and Sawada-san's meet-ups, dragging his own partner Yamamoto-san with him. The half-Italian kept yelling about helping his 'Princess' with their project but spent half the time starry-eyed at Sawada-san and the other half arguing with the baseball player.
In the end, the two brunette girls had to finish their project and the boys' own project with no input from said boys at all.
Natsumi was just happy the project was finally finished and hopefully her entanglement in Sawada-san's shoujo life was finally over.
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Natsumi should not have jinxed herself.
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Again, thank you for reading this. This is my first time writing on this site so any comment on improving my formatting is greatly appreciated.
Edited 1-Mar-2019: Finally had the time to edit this! Corrected a few things and added a few lines. Also please note that no line was harmed in the editing of this chapter.
Edited 29-Nov-2020: Installed Grammarly into my laptop. Hopefully, Grammarly found the corrections I've been missing.