If there was ever a right time for Nicky to pretend to be a dinosaur pedophile, this was not it. After delivering a soft blow to the face, I grabbed her shirt collar and dragged us off the school property. She squirmed in my grip, but did not say anything, which was smart on her part. She let me calm down. I finally sighed, and she took it as permission to speak. "What'd you do that for? I almost had them in the car!"

"We don't have a car, Nicky. You just walked up to a bunch of middle-schoolers with weird hair-"

She murmured "Like you're one to talk." I'm not usually very violent, I swear, but I believe I had an excuse for today.

"I like my hair. It's special and unique. That kid's, on the other hand, is white. White! Not even those freaks at school dye their hair that color." I realized I was off-topic. "Anyway, you said those kids are in the mafia or something. We are not hanging out with any of the-"

"Ciaossu" a voice said, coming from a downward direction. I let go of my grip. It was a small child, an infant even, wearing a suit and hat. It was adorable and creepy at the same time.

"Hi! I'm Nicky!" she immediately said, "Do you speaks the English?"

"Yes I do, quite fluently in fact. Would you two like to join the mafia?"

"Sure!" she replied before I could say anything. They shook hands in agreement, her crouching on her toes to do so.

He immediately approached me right after, holding out his small palm. "My name is Reborn."

I was hesitant to shake hands with him "Actually, I don't really think joining the mafia is a really good ide-" This time it was Nicky's turn to hit me. Her elbow jabbed my stomach without warning.

"Please Jackie? Do it for the velociraptor! Or the mustache! It'll be fun!" she pleaded.

Another sigh. "Fine. I'm Jaclyn, nice to meet you." We shook, and a small displeasure came upon my stomach; intuition that this would not end well.

"You are addressed as Jackie, correct?" he apparently wasn't done with me. I nodded. Nicky flashed a thumbs-up to me, grinning with way too much of her face. This was a really bad idea, really bad, honestly. We just joined the mafia apparently! Only odd people like Nicky go around asking spontaneous questions like that, which may be why this kid was showing great interest in us foreigners. Birds of a feather, those two.

Then again, I didn't have much of a choice than to keep calm and trust her, since this was apparently her favorite fandom world that was wreaked upon us. If joining the mafia was sane around here, shoot, there could be worse.

From the group of people at the schoolyard, a boy with very large, spiky brown hair walked over to us. "Reborn, what are you doing?"

"Hmm" the small hitman wondered aloud, ignoring the boy, "this is not good. Tsuna needs to know what his family is saying, and as his tutor, I know his English is saddening. I'll have to come up with a solution."

Nicky took up conversation with him with haste, though the look on his face said he had no idea what she was saying, most likely a good thing, even though her gestures and expressions were enough to scare someone into thinking she was insane. "Hi! I'm Nicky! Oh me gee, you really are Tsuna! This is so cool! Can I touch your hair? It's so much more awesome than the kids' at school, theirs' is all boring! Blah to them! I'm a velociraptor, did you know that? What's your middle name? Is it taco? I love tacos, they're really yummy...."

I stopped listening. Poor kid was going to be scarred for life. I think she said his name was Tsuna. Wasn't that the main character? He didn't look like one, except for the hair. All of the anime I've seen had main characters with obnoxious hair, all spiked and what-not. No wonder I never was interested in these things. Freaks.

The small child tugged on Nicky's pant leg to get her attention, which surprisingly worked. He told us that we were going to follow him home. That Tsuna boy looked even more confused. One wouldn't blame him, a small child that was multi-langual was pretty off-putting. He then told him what everyone was doing, and much to a certain person's joy, we all played a sort of Follow the Leader, walking in a rough line down the street. She really seemed to get into it, and started doing weird things again. Who knows what she was imitating this time, I think it might have been a ninja.

We arrived at a house, nothing too out of the ordinary, and were let in. A woman was in the kitchen, and said some things to the two. Tsuna tried his best to keep us out of view and quickly escorted us upstairs, Nicky rambling the entire way. We entered a bedroom, most likely his, and he closed the door. Jumped when Reborn was suddenly just there. Nicky laughed; I flinched.

The little kid held something in each of his palms and held them out to us. The spiked-hair boy started talking, probably questioning, but he was dealt with a violent blow that knocked him over with amazing speed. What the heck. The hand he used was quickly back outstretched to us. In each, there was what looked to be a singular headphone piece with a very small wire poking out in a mini-microphone way. Each had a little pattern on them, both different. The one held out to my friend had a little, green Godzilla thing spitting fire on it. Mine was the outline of a blue person, the kind you see on public signs for pedestrian crossing and such. I was a bit jealous at her more detailed one, but mine was better fitting anyway. Because I said so.

"Uh, thank you" I said, twisting it around and looking at it.

"Ooooooh, what do they do?" Nicky asked, it already on her ear. She put two fingers on the side and started making movements suggesting that she was a DJ.

He was completely unaffected by her strangeness. "They are translators. The headphone part is for listening, and the microphone wire is for speaking. Leon made them for you specially" he said.

"Neat!"

"Genius, you're wearing it wrong."

"I am?"

"Yes. The microphone part is not supposed to be upside-down." I twisted the thing on her ear so Godzilla, which upon closer inspection may just be a regular dinosaur, was right-side up. You'd think with the picture she could put it on right. I snapped mine quickly into place and waited.

"Can you understand me?" Reborn asked.

"Oh me gee, I can! That is super special awesome! Look Jackie, we're locals now!" Nicky started dancing, only to hit her foot on the kid's bed. The place isn't that big.

He looked at me. "Loud and clear" I said.

This seemed to have some significance to him. The little child place his thumb on the bottom of his chin and posed his index finger at his mouth. "Interesting." Then he snapped and turned around. "Tsuna, greet the two new members of your family."

"What?" He was astonished. "Them? But Reborn, didn't you just pick two strangers off the street?" Another thought came to him. "Wait, stop inviting people into the mafia!"

"They're already in now" he said, "don't be rude, greet them."

He turned to look at us, and crept forward. "Oh, uh, hello. I'm Tsuna."

"Hi! I'm Nicky! Though I already told you that, but you didn't know since I didn't speak your fancy language then, hah! I'm a velociraptor, did you know that? No you didn't, shame on your!" She jabbed a finger in my direction. "This is my boring friend Jackie, she's not a dinosaur."

I made a small wave. "Hello." How much hair spray do you use? I couldn't ask that.

He twitched a bit, but probably has seen worse, since he decided to ask Nicky, "Why did you draw a mustache on your face?"

"Because all good velociraptors have one" she replied calmly.

"She was pretending to be a pedophile" I told him. This made more sense for him, obviously.

The kid turned to face Reborn again, now that he had already spoken enough with us. "How do those things work? They were speaking, uh, something else until a minute ago. Since when did technology like that exist?"

The little hitman petted his reptile resting on his hat. "It doesn't exist. Leon made it specially for them."

He sighed. "I get that, but the whole thing doesn't make any sense. Headphone pieces should not be able to translate anything. What kind of battery would power something so illogical?"

"Dying will" Reborn said. Apparently, this was big for some reason. Tsuna kept giving us weird faces, then looking at the child, then giving us more faces. Nicky got all excited and started hopping up and down in place, making those little fangirl shrieks she likes to do. Being right next to me, my ears began to hurt very badly. The woman from before in the kitchen, came upstairs and opened the door to see what the ruckus was about.

She looked ready to scold, but became very happy to see us. "Oh!" she said, "You brought friends over! I'll be right back" she said, and disappeared from the doorway. No wonder the mafia was discussed so lightly here. Tsuna followed right after her, calling "Wait! Mom!" a whole bunch. Now we were alone in a boy's bedroom with an infant hitman. Brilliant.

He seemed willing to talk. "How long will you be staying in this country?"

"Forever" Nicky replied before I could jab her in the stomach.

"Not forever" I corrected her. "Though we are a bit stuck in a situation currently."

"How so?"

"We pissed off a psychic and she transported us to your world." Nicky made little gestures of abduction with her fingers. "We're aliens. Take me to your leader."

"Shut up" I told her.

"No, you shut up." Our faces got close, and violent actions were about to be taken. It was hard to look at her seriously with the mustache though.

A gun entered both of our visions. Crazy baby wanted answers. "What situation?" he asked pleasantly enough, making the firearm all the more frightening.

We ended up taking turns explaining the whole ridiculous thing. It was saddening how easily we told him. If it came down to real interrogation, we'd be screwed. He nodded a bit, and asked questions in the appropriate places. At least his listening skills were more tolerable than the people's I usually associate with.

A sound came from downstairs, sounding awfully similar to a door being smashed in. Then, there was some yelling about dynamite in the house, crashing noises, more yelling, finally running up the stairs. Towards us. Oh crap. I did not want to know what was going on.

One of the kids in Tsuna's posse entered the doorway, the creepy one, with our host following behind him, panting. "Reborn!" he yelled, "that stupid baseball freak is missing!"

Second chapter is short. Also with a cliff-hanger, because SOMEONE was irritating me for the past week to update.

Hello, it's the Neurotic with my first chapter of my OC being all important. Woo, a sane point of view.