Theta-McBride: Thanks! Glad you liked it!

Chapter 2! This one skips a few years, though not too many. I'm mainly going to be focusing on the big moments before plot territory, such as when Rena meets main characters. Eventually I'm going to make a drabble set for all of my stories to show all the in between stuff, so if you're interested in the extra moments look forward to that. I'm pretty sure you can guess who she will meet in this chapter, haha.

Also, I realized I literally did not explain anything at all that I was kind of supposed to. Rena comes from our world, not the Katekyo Hitman Reborn world. She has no idea this is a manga/anime world because she never had the opportunity to read or see it. This will be explained in more detail later, which brings up my next point.

I accept OCs in this story. I might not introduce them right away, but Rena is older than the main characters so she will interact with different people on occasion. Plus there's the staff, and the parent's work, and all of that so if you have anyone you want to add I'll be happy to give it a try. Other reincarnated people would be acceptable as well but I cannot guarantee when they will be put in or how pivotal they will be to the story. Who knows though. If you do want to put one in please give me a physical description, background, and what you would like for the character.

But enough rambling! To the story!

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2: Baby Brother

Being a baby was nice, with all of the affection and never having to lift a finger, but there were only so many diaper changes I could take. I wouldn't say I'm a prideful person, but I am very into privacy and personal space. Never really being on my own, constant hugs and kisses, and always being held was nice at times (I admit to being an attention hog now) but I wasn't used to it and it was difficult to get used to.

Which is why I worked my ass off to be able to actually do something. Crawling wasn't so bad; I just had to work up some muscle mass so that I wouldn't be exhausted after a few minutes of movement. Walking was much harder and I realized I hated having fat pudgy legs. Seriously, they were like little sausages that refused to move properly. Ugh.

Talking was annoying not only because I had no idea what anyone was saying (I had at least picked up some of the basics) and my vocal cords were to weak to actually form the words I wanted. I once tried saying 'hello' but all that came out was some garbled baby babble. I practiced in my room though so that one day, when mom and dad were both home, I could force my throat to say 'kaachan' and 'touchan'. I had guessed that these weird words meant mom and dad, and judging from their reactions I was correct.

It wasn't until later that I learned what honorifics were, which made so much more sense. I had always wondered why my parents called me Rena and everyone else called me Renasama.

With speaking came easier access to learning. My parents and the workers would always point things out and say their names so that I would know what they were. Very useful.

I was content with this life. I had a family, a house, a reliable food source, anything I could have ever wished for. As I got older my parents got busier with work, but it wasn't like I was ever really alone. The maids and butlers (maids and butlers, I'll never get tired of that) were all very nice and Nita was always there when I needed him. This kind of life continued for a good two years, and I never wanted it to end.

Then I got the news.

"Rena," my mom said seriously. She was sitting on the couch with my dad while I sat in a chair across from them.

"Yes?" I fidgeted. The room was oddly tense, and I wondered if I was in trouble.

Dad grabbed mom's hand, leveling me with a blank stare. It made me even more nervous; he never looked at me like that.

"Rena," mom repeated, "we have something very important to tell you."

Oh god. They weren't going to get rid of me right? I mean, I don't think I had done anything wrong but I had never been a daughter before. Was I supposed to be different? Was I weird? Did they not like that? What if I-

"This might come as a shock," mom squeezed dad's hand, oblivious to my internal conflict, "but I am going to have another baby."

I froze, my mind screeching to a halt.

"You are going to be a big sister," my dad explained. The two shared a worried look at my reaction. "Now, just because there is going to be a new baby in the house, doesn't mean we will love you any less."

"Exactly!" mom nodded quickly. "We will love you both equally, sweetheart. There is absolutely nothing that can replace you in our hearts, and we have no doubt that you will love the baby too."

Their rushed attempts at consoling me made me wonder if the maids had said anything again. Every time they talked about their own kids my parents tended to evaluate me to see if I was the same.

"I-I'm," I stuttered and they fell silent. "I'm going to be a… a big sister?"

My father nodded, his expression tense.

Over my two years of life my parents had realized I was a very odd child. Whenever I was mad or sad (which was rare, how could I feel bad with this amazing life?) I would not cry or throw a tantrum like most children. I would simply go very quite. When I was happy, however, I would start crying waterfall tears. I don't know why, and I don't exactly like it (who only cries when they're happy?) but I'm assuming it's because I have a lot of experience controlling the more negative side of my feelings. Either way, the moment I started sniffling my parents smiled and moved off the couch to hug me.

"I'b gonna be a sissterrr," I sobbed, rubbing at my eyes furiously.

Mom wrapped her arms around me while my dad patted my head fondly. "Awww, sweetie," mom cooed. "That's right. You're gonna be the best big sister this little one could ask for."

Damn right. This kid was going to be spoiled rotten. Whatever they wanted they would get, and I'd destroy anything that got in the way. That was what big siblings did right? I wasn't sure, but that was what was going to happen.

I cried for a while after that, and sometimes whenever I thought about it I would start to tear up. For the next few months I followed my mom around everywhere, marveling at how big her stomach grew. The first time I felt the baby kick I smiled.

"I'll teach you how to talk," I promised, patting mom's belly. "It's not to hard. And I'll help you walk too. Pudge legs are a b-" I glanced at mom and changed my words, "-bad, uh, working tool?"

Mom just laughed and continued to brush my hair. While my hair was black like hers, it lacked the natural straightness of her hair. Instead, my hair was slightly curly like my dads. It was hard to tell with him sometimes though, since he normally put gel in his dark brown hair. I also had his green eyes, though mine were a bit lighter in color.

Mom had really pretty grey eyes and she looked like a model. I'm not even being biased. Both of my parents were really attractive, which made me wonder about my own looks. Kids were supposed to look like their parents right? How ironic would it be, that a once dirty, ignored girl would become beautiful purely due to the genes her family gave her. I had been pretty ugly last time, but that might have just been the dirt. I don't know, I didn't really pay attention to that kind of thing.

On the topic of looks, a lot of the staff looked unnaturally attractive as well. I had learned a while ago that I was in Japan, and I just need to point out how weird it is how all Japanese people looked good. At least all of the ones I had met. Even Nita looked like super model and he was in his late fifties. He was really tall with short black hair with white patches and black eyes. The white patches even looked good on him, which I found unfair. All of the old people I saw before this new life just looked weird when their hair started turning white. His wrinkles didn't even make him look old; they just made him look nice. How the hell do wrinkles make someone look nice?

At least I knew my baby sibling would look awesome, not that I had any doubt. They could have three eyes and extra fingers and I would still think they were the most adorable baby ever. It wouldn't even be sibling favoritism. Honestly.

-00—

A few months later

I stood at the door to my mom's hospital room, hesitating to go in. She was leaning back in her bed, her hair plastered to her forehead and her skin pale. There were worryingly dark circles around her eyes and she looked completely drained.

I had never seen her so weak, and it was terrifying.

A light touch on the top of my head made me look up. Dad was smiling down at me, nudging me forward. "Go on in, Rena. Your mother wants to see you."

I nodded and shuffled over to the bed. It was bigger than I was, so I had to stand on my toes in order to keep her face in view.

"…Are you okay mom?"

Her eyes cracked open to look at me and she gave me a tired but happy smile. "There's my little Rena," she reached out to run her hands through my hair. "I'm fine dear. Your brother put up quite the fight so I'm just a little tired."

My eyes widened. "Brother?"

She nodded her head towards the edge of the room. There was a tall stand with a glass container at the top. I gave her one last worried look before running over to it. Of course, once I reached it, I realized I was to small to even get a glimpse in it.

"Nita-san, would you mind helping her?" my dad asked just as Nita stepped into the room. Dad had been at work when mom went into labor, so Nita brought us both here before contacting him. Luckily dad had gotten here in time for the birth.

"Of course Hibari-sama," Nita smiled. He walked over to me and lifted me up into his arms. We both peered into the little container curiously.

I have never fallen in love with anything so quickly before.

He was very small, way smaller than I was, and he looked so very fragile. He was covered in a blanket but one of his hands had wormed itself free to rest by his head. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful just lying there. There was already a bit of hair on his head, barely even enough to be considered hair and it looked very fluffy. I slowly reached out to touch it, marveling at how soft it was and how smooth his head was.

I gasped a little when his eyes opened at the touch and he let out a small squeaky yawn.

His eyes were a beautiful shade of silver. I watched in wonder as he turned to stare at me, and stare he did. I waved a little before touching his head. He moved his hand to grab mine and I moved accommodatingly. After staring at my hand for a few moments he proceeded to chew on my finger in his surprisingly strong grip.

Nita chuckled.

My heart melted.

Throughout all of this I didn't notice the interaction between my parents. My dad was leaning over my mom, his forehead pressed to hers as they whispered quietly to each other. He gave her a worried look, and she simply smiled and patted his cheek. When they heard Nita chuckle they both looked over and smiled.

"How do you like your baby brother, Rena?" Mom laughed at my amazed stare.

"I love him," I stated resolutely.

Dad laughed softly, absentmindedly brushing the hair out of my mother's face. "That is good. You're going to be watching over him from now on."

I nodded furiously, my eyes never leaving my brother.

Mom smiled warmly, her eyes wet. "Welcome to the family Kyoya."

Yay! Hibari! Or Kyoya, since they are all technically Hibari, but whatever. Next chapter I'll be going more into the family business, which will be very important for the future. Any guesses? As a hint, think of Fon. He's obviously related to them, and he will be making an appearance soon. I hope you guys enjoyed this!

Thanks for reading!