Chapter 11 -

Winter Activities.

Disclaimer : I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn in any way,shape or form.

I do,however,own my character.

Cold.

Freezing cold.

Ever since autumn came,in which Tsuna and I had spent majority of throwing leaves at each other in hysterical fun,the temperature had been slowly dropping. Through the small window in the room I stayed in the shithole,the first drop of snow landed on the ground. The skies were a dull grey,much like my mood as I stared at the snow piling up the ground.

Piling up on my shoulders as fast as the amount of troubles I have,and still have,on my mind.

It was this season where areas inside the shithole became the most dangerous,as children huddled in their own groups seeking warmth like a cub to its mother. Hot water and food were in short supply,and most were almost frozen as they fought over their share. Ice cold showers and slippery soap made cleaning oneself something hated,as heat would seep from one's bodies into the surroundings so fast that many got sick.

Where many dissappeared.

Because just because I didn't see it,didn't mean it didn't happen. Faces I didn't bother recognising...just dissappeared into thin air. If it wasen't because I could see the future,I would've never realised that kids were dissappearing,if at all. And it was the quiet ones. The ones with no friends,or weren't talkative,nor made their presence known.

Like me.

It was too cold to go out. Or rather,It was impossible to go out in case of getting sick. As someone who has no 'presence' due to my 'disability' I was in incredible danger. It was good that I alerted Tsuna to my oncoming absence,and Kabane (As school discontinued due to winter) because there was no way I was stepping a foot out into the white snow outside.

Not if it could get me sick,and vulnerable.

The brats were huddling together on one bed on the other side of the room. As for me,all I got is this flimsy blanket...

And my bag.

For a moment,I imagined sneaking out a stockpile of food and bottles of water,packing them in my bag with my 'valuables' and hastening away from this place. But even if I did so,what...would be next? Logically,it was a fruitless endeavour. At least here,there was shelter.

I bundled myself up to my neck and ducked underneath to cover my face. The heater placed at the end of the room churned as it worked,but it gave off minimal heat.

My hands were cold,so I placed them on my neck,trying to warm them up. My feet were even more miserable,the blanket so small that it couldn't cover my entire body. There was no one to talk to. Excercising would be a good way to warm up,but if I do that it'll raise suspicions. Most kids except for fighting for their share of food stayed still,as if to conserve heat they would curl up like a kitten. As for me,I could only follow in their footsteps as cameras littered the hallways.

Summer was good. Heatstroke is possible,but worst case scenario I could drink from the river. Now,perhaps the river bridge near Tsuna's home is frozen. I remember the first time I saw snow as a baby in this place. It was cold,but not as cold as it was now.

The babies in this place should be faring better then me right now. No doubt at least having a warmer area to sleep in.

Winter in japan,or maybe even other countries were like this. Back then,I lived in a country that was humid,hot,and one that only had the rainy,cold season at the end of the year. Now it just feels like wind blowing against my body non stop,air conditioned air turning water inside me into ice. No matter how you tried to warm up,it would continue to drag the heat you generate out of your small warm body into the biting,frigid air.

Days like this made me wish I had someone to stick my hand to their body to keep my poor hands warm. Like the kids were doing to each other. I don't think I could get frostbite,could I...? How did I survive my last few years in winter again? Was I just too out of it,sleeping all the time? In retrospect,maybe I could have died whilst asleep,if not for the fact that I was still alive.

I should find some sort of yarn and wool and hide it underneath my clothes next time. I don't care if it comes from the rubbish bin,it was just too cold. If I wash the dirtied rags in the trash using the river,it should be usable. Oh,to think I've became this desperate. To have thought of this idea... This winter just felt colder than the last few. Many degrees colder.

I spend the time inside my blanket planning about things to do. There was nothing else to do in winter except to sleep and eat.

Only the priviledged get to spend their time on toys,games,and electronics in a warm home.

...I wonder if my family was okay without me.

"Ge'off my bread!" the ragged kid screams,a tone so high pitched it could make glass break. The other smaller kid only tsks and stamps on the screamer's foot,and in a smooth movement steals the packaged food out of his hand.

The kid crumples,face twisting as he leaps about to alleviate his pain. The younger one scurries away to drop his loot into the food pile ammassed into the room my group stayed in.

As for me,I had already snuck a few into my bag when I headed into the mess of fights in the cafeteria,the bread laid on flimsy wooden tables,some even on the ground as groups faced off each other in alliances,or without. I had to pretend a little so that the more perceptive ones and the cameras think I only had a pitiful amount of bread.

It was times like these where I wished I had mist flames or something so that I don't have use sleight of hand. Thank my other life for being fascinated with magic at one point,or I would have been doomed in winter. No running outside in the white wasteland out there,in an enclosed space I only have this much space to work with.

Reminds me of what kabane told me about having 'superpowers'. This couldn't be a crossover with the marvel universe or something,right? He did say he would visit me using his so called powers. Kids will be kids I guess. Can't tell reality from fantasy,just because his uncle told him he could doesn't mean he actually could. Like,when I was young I thought my dad was really the hulk. How embaressing...

Kid was determined to channel powers,heh. The days where I thought I could call the wind when I was young,and my best friends playing along,singing to try to seduce the wind into following our bidding. I still remember that day,where her eyes sparkled as she dragged along the other,more reserved and self conscious female into an improvised contest of music and dancing. We even had a hideout then! Well,albit one in full view of the residents staying in the high,built buildings. It was just an exercise area constructed ontop of a carpark,and very near shops and homes.

Kabane reminded me so much of her mischiefs,and Tsuna,of her cheery nature,but also with the reservedness of my other,more quiet best friend. When I see them,sometimes...

It was almost like I could see them again. But superimposing my old friends onto my new ones would hardly be fair. To them all and myself. The thought always lingered,though with time,I hope that this traitorous imagination dissappears. It was disgusting of myself to wish so,when Tsuna and Kabane were clearly of their own person,with their own personality.

Now wasen't the time to analyse my emotions,however.

I slipped around the chaos,intent on throwing off anybody willing to hit even someone with a 'small' amount of food. If I was my old self,I would've tripped or got hit already. Many years of slinking around the fights have caused me to develop a high awareness of what was around me.

First day in winter,and already the massive fights were starting. Some investigation have to be done on the 'gang politics',or so I dubbed it. Ha,I should imitate izaya orihara from durarara,except I don't quite remember how he acts anymore. The only thing crystal clear was the katekyo hitman reborn plotline,fresh in my head as future memoirs. The price for that was pain upon accessing them.

Only if I had to review the visions though. Otherwise I'd have been crippled for life.

I darted around a few corners to lose my pursuers,dropping some of the rations I took along the way. This should stall them as they tripped over the bundles to pick them up. If I understood right,Sato Yaginuma and his friend,Sato kabane were in the group I called the 'Blue Squares',along with their allies. I called the group in my room and their allies the 'Dollars' and the last but third group our age the 'Yellow Scarves'. No need to come up with new names,it was more recognisable this way and I might as well call the orphanage ikebukuro due to all the fighting. With yaginuma being shizuo without his 'good' personality,and kabane being one of his lacky thugs.

I rationalised to myself that I didn't do it just because I was bored and stuck in a certain shithole almost twenty four seven,in between all the shouting and general chaos. But if I was thinking this sentence anyway I probably just did it,huh?

The rest of the older or more younger grouped gangs got dubbed with names from the start of the alphabet to the lowest. So far the Blue Squares were the more influential of the groups.

Of one of the many futures of the Blue Squares were that Yaginuma becomes one of the gang leaders in Kokuyo Middle in the future,so I had been trying to detangle myself from his constant tormenting of me ever since I received the visions about him. Sato Kabane,weirdly enough,couldn't be found in all of yaginuma's future,although he is his right hand man right now.

Anyway,today's mission was to get close to key figures in this orphanage,to see if I could gather any information about the future power balance,using my visionary abilities. It would be a shame if I couldn't exploit the only advantage I have in my rebirth,what with its cursed disadvantages.

Kokuyo elementary was where I'm enrolled in,and as part of the ladder system I assume that the shithole's personnel would send us next would be Kokuyo Middle School.

Yaginuma's done,next up would be Sato Kabane,his right hand man. If I could get a glimpse of what happened to him I might not only have information about the future Blue Squares but also if he was involved with the dissappearances of the children the last few winters.

Not to mention that in the far future mukuro takes over the school. In that case,the gangs in Kokuyo Middle would be in some ways involve mukuro,so knowing where he would be at certain times with this cheat ability would help me avoid the antagonist.

If he finds out I'm connected to Tsuna then I'm also doomed. For one thing,what would he do if he could hold a hostage to lure the vongola decimo into a compromise? And there was no way I would be able to leave the school arranged for me by the orphanage unless they kicked me out.

Their room should be just around here. I had only needed to follow their identifier-which was anything that looked blue. It was a bit uncanny how they took to the colours except for the dollars gang,which officially held no colour and were a mixture of the strays and actual members.

If I didn't know better I would've thought they knew Durarara! As an anime show. But none of them should have had the time to surf the internet,if they even knew what it was.

Suppose one would consider me a half stray,since I'm taken 'care' of but not really by the dollars,whilst living in the same room as them. I am hardly the only one with such a status,the others were a few more rebellious or reserved kids staying clear of their respective leaders and those who refused their orders.

To organise everything. One. The investigation of the dissappearance of the children,perhaps kabane was one of them,since he's not in any of yuginuma's futures. Two. Information on the gangs and their current and future activities. Three. Any information related to the orhapange,like who is in charge of it,because clearly that figure had never even shown up once ever since that day where I overheard the conversation.

I tilted my head in thought behind a corner,as the members of the Blue Squares hurriedly dumped their supplies into the room. What did they talk about again? There was this feeling of something being obscured behind a cloud,and that the answer was something that should be obvious. The conversation had been a year ago after all,and the exact contents were...fuzzy. I shouldn't have relied on memory,but writing it down would have been a risk.

In any case,I had managed to get a hold of Kabane's schedule through viewing the futures of the members of the Blue Squares. My eye ability,as I jokingly referred it to as an evolved sharingan,seemed to activate if I tried to make hostile physical contact,or if I was extremely focused on a person and were in extended contact with them. Much like how I was so focused on making a decision when I first met Tsuna. I'm not yet too sure on how focused I need to be,but there was a certain possibility of it activating if I do so.

That said,because of my pathetic mathematic ability without a calculator I couldn't derive the actual percentage so far. I could not remember countless futures I have witnessed through many of the brats here,either. For someone who don't usually put faces to names,it was annoying to actually know which kid had what name. There were just too many kids that I read the future of-no point in counting them all for just a percentage.

Channeling my awesome ninja skills (Tsuna,you have influenced me way too much alongside Kabane!),I stayed stock still,enchancing my ears with chakra so as to boost my hearing ability.

I must be too bored these days. Am I slowly turning insane? I really shouldn't have played a game of ninja with Naruto. No,wait,I mean Tsuna. Why did I tell a censored version of the anime Naruto to Tsuna again? These days he kept throwing puppy eyes in my direction to act out the story of it,with him being the main character.

It was to the point that if Kabane joined in to act as Sasuke,it would be a complete trio of actors. Though the only one that can match sasuke's hair colour would be kabane.

I don't think anyone has the hair colour of kakashi...the only one similar would be byakuran.

Just imagine! Byakuran acting as Kakashi!

My mouth twitched,and I worked to stifle my laughter as my mind seemed to be intent in matching the Katekyo Hitman Reborn characters to the Naruto cast.

There was nothing to do so far,since it would be about a half hour before kabane leaves the room. I could activate my ability out of boredom to view a few of the kids future,except I wasen't sure of the time duration to view the futures yet and the pain that followed might affect my stalking.

I didn't need to be too close or too far from kabane,a few metres would do.

Half an hour later,or what I thought to be half an hour later since there were no clocks,the door creaked open.

A/N : For the reviewers saying that chapter 7 was weird,I apologise. I'm still rather inexperienced,and this is my first story,so it's hard to convey what Akira feels and why,exactly,did she make certain choices. That said,if this story weirded anyone out(Well,this is a self insert SI OC story after all...) it might be best to stop reading. There will be mentions of torture and probably other mental instabilities,as for when...that's a secret! This story is also a semi self indulgence fantasy,semi realistic 'how it could happen if this happened' and so on,so it might not be to most people's tastes.

I recommand reading the interludes/shorts,but chapters or anything labeled EXTRA is just that-an EXTRA. It may make you feel different things about Akira,or perhaps feel that this story is forced (as a reviewer had said),so it is totally up to you if you want to read it or not. I considered starting with Akira's backstory at the start,but felt that as a reader I had always felt it to be a tad boring if I started it that way. Hence-EXTRA.

Thank you for your reviews. Although I'm not keen on 'improving' myself since this story is,once again,something of a hobby and self indulgence,it does feel nice to see that people like to read it not matter how unpolished it is. Since I'm posting this up to the internet it is my responsibility to make it readable,so,readers who continue to read this story,I hope you enjoy it! I'll try my best not to make the characters too OOC,but with Akira in the story they're bound to jump down different character development paths.

You can expect there to be several updates in june,and maybe chapter 12 later on today if I finish editing it. Or as much as I can edit it,anyway.

18/5/2019