Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, it belongs to Akira Amano.

"Midori sweetheart, we're leaving soon. Are you ready yet?"

"Just a minute, auntie!" I rummaged through my suitcase grabbing the closest top I could find, shoved it on and hurried down the stairs.

A clutter of people with dark brown hair were gathered by the entrance. A girl with long curly hair looked up from her cellphone and let out an appalled gasp as she saw me.

I glared at her, "Do you have a problem?"

She took a step back, "Err..."

A large hand patted my head and I glanced up to see Akaya. "She's just surprised. It's different from what you usually wear."

"That's an understatement," the girl, who I garnered as my cousin Sayaka muttered under her breath. She squeaked and dashed out the door as soon as I shot her a dark look.

"Hey," I received a flick to the cheek and stared into stern dark brown eyes. "That wasn't very nice, now come on everyone's waiting."

I rolled my eyes and followed him out the door into the chilly winter air.

He was my "brother", wasn't he supposed to take my side instead of that annoying, materialistic, little brat's?

Maybe if she hadn't been so rude I wouldn't have been so mean.

Figures, if I didn't like her in my world, I wouldn't like her in this parallel world.

Stupid Sayaka, stupid auntie and uncle for living in Namimori. What happened to living in Osaka, the home of the most extravagant kabuki theaters?

Of all places, why did they choose Namimori? A place I'm pretty sure never existed in my previous world.

Being here went against everything I stood for.

Seriously, parallel worlds? That quantum physics crap?

No, just no.

Biology and ecology all the way!

After my outburst at the hospital, my parents became very adamant of Greenie returning to her daily routine. My mother had insisted on showing me mementos and photographs to help me remember Grennie's past in hope of bringing back some of "my" memories. It was a ridiculous notion and my protests of my name being Cassidy and not Green, I mean "Midori" fell on deaf ears.

I wasn't their baby girl.

She was probably somewhere in my world, receiving flashes of my own memories. Seeing glimpses of angry fist fights, awards at sport championships, and late night partying.

How did I make this assumption?

Because pieces of Midori's memories were slowly making their way back into my brain, and with each returning memory I grew annoyed.

I disliked this alternate self. She was weak, she was pale, she had short brown ringlets, and she was too skinny for my liking. Give me back my toned body, those healthy muscles, my bronze skin, and my long hair!

But did you know what the worst thing was?

She was too kind. She was loving towards those younger to her, respectful to the elderly, trusting towards strangers, and altruistic to the wrong people. She had never broken the rules.

She was too much of a "goody two shoes".

She was naïve and foolish.

I learned that she had been scammed twice by some pickpockets, and when she learned the truth she smiled, gave them more money and said that she hoped they would begin to live an honest life.

If it was me, I would have called the cops.

She was so different, I didn't understand how just by living in Tokyo rendered me with such a personality. But it wasn't just my personality that had changed, there were some subtle differences and some glaring ones.

For one thing that was completely different, was that I had an older brother. I don't know how he came to be, because he had never existed in my world. He was two years older than me and attended university for an engineering degree while Midori was pursuing teaching, something I never fathomed doing my whole life. My father and mother were no longer teachers, they were both office workers and instead of their free spirited selves they were very stern.

Everything was so different.

But of course the brat Sayaka was still the same. I didn't know if I should have been happy about that or not.

I disinterestedly glanced at my relatives as we arrived at the temple. Everyone started to spread out to celebrate the new year, hatsumode they called it.

I wasn't too familiar with the customs done, I ended up following Akaya, and Sayaka tagged along with us. I started to mimic their actions as we proceeded to celebrate.

I followed Akaya's example and tossed my coin into the offering box. I prayed for the first time in years.

Please let this be a dream.

Next we grabbed our oracles, pieces of paper that apparently predicted our future year's outcome. What a load of crap, it was just a way to scam others in my opinion. But who knows, if parallel universes exist, maybe fortunes do too? I stared at the paper I received darkly, terrible luck it read, and violently tied it to the tree.

"Wow, that's the first time you've ever gotten terrible luck." Sayaka chirped.

I glared, why was she following me!? "Shut your mouth, brat."

I clicked my tongue in an annoyed manner and waited for her retort.

She looked taken aback as she pursed her lips and with teary eyes muttered, "Sorry, onee-chan"

I blinked in confusion. What was that? Where was her sassy and obnoxious whining?

Cautiously I started to ask, "Are you ok-"

"I'll bite you to death."

I froze mid sentence upon hearing the infamous phrase and refused to turn around to glimpse at the voice's owner.

Herbivore get out of my way.

I am the head of Namimori Middle School's disciplinary committee and the iron hammer for those who disturb order.

Because Hibari is our ace, he won't lose.

"What's wrong?" Akaya asked as he returned from tying his oracle to the tree, to see the look of horror on my face.

Sayaka frantically tugged on his sleeve and in a hurried voice said, "We have to go! That's Hibari-san, he's dangerous!"

"What? That little midget-"

"Don't!" Sayaka stomped on his feet quickly. "He's my classmate and he's really scary! You wouldn't understand, can we just leave? Please Akaya nii-chan."

I slowly muted their arguments as I thought frantically. Sayaka was in sixth grade. Hibari had to have been at least eleven or even twelve years old. Which meant we were two to three years from canon.

We were definitely in the Reborn! world.

Which meant there were assassins the size of babies, dying will flames, and potentially a little Tsuna or Yamamoto running around the temple.

I could impact the world greatly, if I wanted to.

Too bad that was the exact opposite of what I planned to do. I wanted no part in the plot at all.

I grabbed both their arms and herded them far away from the one-sided brawl and towards the entrance.

"We're going home," I said, and I felt no remorse as I pushed past a little bushy brown haired boy who tripped over his own shoelace.

AN: First canon character interaction shows up in the next chapter! Guess who it'll be, guess, guess guess!

Will probably be updated in two weeks? Maybe earlier if I'm feeling really motivated.