So, I'd like to know which brilliant individual said that spending the night at a mafia member's house was a good idea. Tsuna's mom was nice enough to set us up with enough blankets and pillows so that the living room floor felt comfortable, but I still couldn't help but feel insecure. We were there and not in a normal bed because Tsuna did not trust Nicky, and maybe myself, therefore locking his broken door. One could probably just kick it and it'd fall over, but he possibly has a chair holding it up. I know the door was locked since a certain person tried to break into it earlier.

The couch was small and couldn't fit both of us, so there was a little fight over who got to sleep there. In the end, we decided to just share the floor. Those weird children ended up taking the couch anyway, little brats.

Nicky sprawled her long limbs all over the place and kept taking my blankets. In return, I thrashed at her, which would wake her up pissed at me. One would think that after being friends for such a long time, we'd understand how each other slept and just dealt with it, like a married couple, but not so. It seemed as if we brawled more than we slept, and I suffered that morning because of it.

"What's with the face, home-skillet?" she asked. I yawned terribly in reply. She simply shrugged it off and went upstairs to Tsuna's room. There was screaming, then yelling. Explosions and laughter followed suite. It was way too early in the morning for any of this.

She came back down, looking not in the best condition. "Getting dressed?" I asked.

"Godzilla has been defeated for now," was the reply. I couldn't tell if she was sulking or planning her next move. She grabbed her uniform out of the bag given to us and headed for the downstairs bathroom.

"There's a straightener in the third drawer!" I yelled at the door while it closed. Why did she insist on using those things? They just burn hair and make your face feel hot; then again, I've been told I don't use it right. It probably belonged to Tsuna's mother, unless that was the secret behind his weird hair.

I took out my uniform and held up the skirt against me. It was awfully short, I realized. Isn't there winter here? The girls must get really cold. And what happens if there's a bad wind or you trip? Oh well, I suppose I'll just have to be careful. It'll be shorter on Nicky anyway, and she's not as low to the ground.

The only bathroom down here was occupied, and the noise continued upstairs, confirming my decision to not change clothes there. I looked around and listened; no one. First, I changed into the skirt. Still really short. Then I quickly took off my wrinkled shirt and threw the uniform top over my head. It was impossible to stick my head into the opening for some reason though, so I had to get my arms out of the sleeves and take it off.

Oh, I wasn't supposed to have the bow tied on there before I put it on, like those neckties. Darn, these stupid uniforms just have to make everything difficult now, don't they? I quickly undid the knot, threw it on the ground, and glanced over at the stairs where Tsuna's friends were standing, then pulled the thing over my head.

Wait, what?

Crazy explosives guy and baseball guy were at the bottom of the stairs. Standing there. I screamed.

"Oh fuck! It's too early in the morning, bitch!" Gokudera yelled.

Yamatoto was still calm. "Hey Tsuna's friend! Reborn told us to drop by before school." I looked, and noticed they were in uniforms.

"Us? He didn't tell you to come, baseball freak. He only wanted important members of the family, like the Tenth's right-hand man!" Tsuna hesitantly came down the stairs behind them, drawn by the commotion.

He wasn't the only one. The bathroom door's handle shook, and Nicky bolted out into the living room, one sock in hand and the other partially on her foot. "Where my hookers at?" she yelled. Stopped running and sat on the couch arm to fix her socks, pulling them as high as she could. Then she waved her foot at the boys. "Hey baby-eaters, look at my sexy foot. Glamorous, no? But you can't see its beauty, because this sock is protecting its virginity from your rapist eyes." Gokudera tried to hit it, but she dodged and placed it casually on his hand afterward.

"What's going on?" Tsuna asked. He was the only one not dressed at this point, still messy, but his hair was as strange as always. Does that mean it's natural to stick up like that then?

"These two," I jabbed my finger accusingly at his friends, "were enjoying a peep show." I tightened my necktie into a bow again sharply to make a point of my anger.

"We were not," the silver-haired boy defended, then swiped at Nicky's foot again. "It was a complete accident."

"Lies!" I objected.

"Objection!" Nicky said.

Tsuna looked confused, like he had no idea how to handle the situation. "Um, well, were you guys....?" He trailed off and looked at me, not knowing the crime.

"Watching me change," I finished.

He raised a nervous eyebrow. "Right. Were you two?"

They shook their heads furiously, though Yamamoto's may have been due to the other shaking him.

"What color are Jaclyn's undergarments then?" Reborn seemed to appear out of nowhere, sitting comfortable on my friend's outstretched leg. I dare that punk to try to grab her foot now.

"Her bra's pink," Gokudera said simply.

"And her underwear are white," Yamamoto added, like this was some innocent game and not a messed-up trial taking place in Tsuna's living room.

"Excuse me?" They were there for a lot longer than I had thought. Nicky started to laugh uncontrollably. I took off one of my socks and balled it up, then threw it at her face.

"Guilty," Reborn judged, and took out his gun. Nicky stood up abruptly to see the action better, Reborn shot while falling, Tsuna dropped like a weight, Gokudera dodged to the left, knocking Yamamoto down, and I cringed in the background, not even in the direction of the weapon. The bullet dug into the wall, centimeters from Tsuna's face. Assassins don't miss, right? This was planned all along then, I guess.

Everyone slowly propped themselves up, except Reborn, who landed on two feet like a cat. "We're going to be late for school," Tsuna wearily noted.

"All of you go then. Mafia members should not be stupid, especially no-good Tsuna."

"Hey!"

Reborn placed another bullet in the gun. "Why aren't you gone yet?" He got up quick. That was the fastest I've seen him since move since yesterday. There are some things besides Nicky that can do that to him.

Speaking of which, the five-foot-six girl asked, "Why do we have to?"

"I just said. You two are a part of the Vongola family now." He didn't seem to be very willing to argue. His morning must not have started off too well.

"Well, let's hurry and get going then," I said, and started walking to the door where the boys were.

She grabbed my shirt collar. "No, no. We not needing this edumacation." Of all things to be adamant about, it had to be school? "We're not of this planet's country, so it's stupid to put us in a school where everything is completely different." I did not want to get caught up in this. What if I had to pick sides? Nicky's my closest friend, but that baby shoots people for very little reason, and this was more than enough to have us killed.

"Fine then." She let go in shock. That won the argument? Who would have guessed. "You have two options: either go to school and behave or you can stay home for extra training." Reborn smiled in a way that made me very uncomfortable being within one-hundred feet of him.

So much for winning that argument.

What he said seemed to have more meaning to her, the anime fan, which meant this "training" may have been demonstrated in the plot. What kind of plot was this anyway? I'll have to ask later. People must have died in order to get that look on her face. "School, yes. Oh Tsuna! Can I have you for lunch?" She skipped towards him, and he scurried out of the front door.

"Uh, I'm going to get her now," I said fast, too fast, and ran out of that place faster than I hoped he could aim.

It was surprisingly busy at this time, even more so the closer we were to the school. I was told the place was called Namimori High, and that there were people who may try to kill us if we disrespect it, called the Disciplinary Committee.

In a way, it was odd walking to school. I was used to taking a bus in the dark every day, so I didn't really see much scenery around. There weren't any sidewalks nearby either, not like the people around had much use for them anyway. It was a nice change of pace, I'd like to think.

I looked, and the place didn't look much different than yesterday. Woo. Nicky, on the other hand, was jumping all over the place with excitement. The guys weren't so happy, except Yamamoto, but he's always happy. When he panics, it'll be the time to say, "We are so fucked."

The halls were lined with students and inside the classroom, half the students were already there and sitting around the desks chatting. They grabbed a couple in the back and we all sat down. People were staring. Gokudera lit a cigarette and flicked them off, which surprisingly did not deter them much. Maybe it was due to some reputation these guys had. It certainly didn't help that us two new kids who suddenly appear seemed close to the guys with the reputation and screamed foreigners. Looking at all the kids with dark hair and dark eyes, it was like written on our foreheads.

I felt too awkward to really participate in the conversation, and the teacher arrived fast anyway, so it didn't matter too much. The group scattered to their assigned seats, and we were left standing. He introduced us and made us write our names on the board, then asked where we were from once the painful realization came that the English to Japanese translator earphones didn't apply to writing.

A couple kids snickered on our way to our fancy new assigned seats, and I could've sworn I heard a boy say to go back to America. Oh, if I knew which one said that, I'd snap his no-doubt puny neck.

I'm not a violent person, really.

On the bright side, we were sat next to someone really nice. According to Nicky, Kyoko is also pretty important, in the manga. Tsuna likes her too, how cute. He looked pretty devastated when we each sat on a side of her. Corruptive influences, I guess. She helped us a lot, reading off whatever was being written on the board. I took notes. Nicky might have. Yamamoto tossed a note to Gokudera, who after reading it, threw it at him. Tsuna kept looking at us.

I couldn't wait for lunch. We missed breakfast, didn't we? Shoot, I don't run well without that.

We were going to be hit with a ton of questions when that time rolled around, now that I thought about it. Stupid classmates. I get to make new friends though, won't that be fun!

Thank Insomniac that this updated today. Really. I would've waited until the weekend to have done it or so, maybe next week...

The morning hasn't been the best for our heroines. What will happen on the rest of their first day of school? Will Jackie finally beat up that kid? And where the hell are these kids' parents?