A/N: Whoo-Hoo! Daily Update! Really doubt I'll squeeze anything in the week. Pairings people! R&R please?

Trust is like paper. One spark can set it all to flames.

So as I had said before, my mother was indeed Japanese, so getting there should be a cinch right?

Let's all hope and pray so.

When my dad asked me what I wanted when I turned twelve, I immediately said that I wanted to move to Japan, for a couple years. The response I got was my mom gasping, and my dad sending me off to bed to see if I was delusional with a fever.

I just could not be understood in this world could I?

So over the next few weeks, I went ahead and begged, and begged, and begged to go to Japan, and live there for a bit. 'Just a few years' I swore, and I how would call every day, video chat. And on and on. Every time I got a flat out "No way."

Getting a little desperate seeing as I was getting closer and closer to 13 (by the way, still flat as a board) I took the one reason to make my dad think about it at least. Credit to my mom, but I feel really manipulative using this.

"But mom is really, really homesick!" I reasoned whining out, as my dad sat at his desk, signing paper after paper. Poor Tsuna, the future for him was looking heavy.

But at my notation of my mother, my dad lifted his head, and shot me a worried look. "She is?" He sounded truly surprised; I thought my mom would've told him about that.

Don't get me wrong, my mom and dad were absolutely in love. It was embarrassing and disturbing to watch them get all lovey-dovey all the time. Really.

"Yeah, she really is." I added softly, and my dad got out of his chair and headed out of his office to no doubt talk to my mom.

Later on I heard hushed voices behind doors, of 'why didn't you tell me?' and 'I'm sorry...' I began to wonder if I just wrecked my parent's relationship because of my desire and need to get over to Japan. If I did… Curse my life.

Though next day came the result, and her revelation seemed to have brought the two even closer than they could've gotten.

He said that he would let my mother and me to go to Japan for the next few years, as long as he could send men to watch over us, and we called him every day, and visited every two months. Eager to just get there and meet the crew I complied with each, and the next thing I knew, I was packing my things and studying some Japanese.

I spoke fluent Italian for the obvious reason that I lived in Italy, and if I really tried, I could make an awkward conversation with someone in Japanese due to my limited education by my mother.

Over the next few weeks were a blur of packing rushing, finding a nice house, and setting up an account were we could get money from to purchase things. I left most of my clothes behind; my mom insisted that she bought me some 'fitting clothes.'

And lucky me, we were living in Namimori. No worries there.

Soon, too soon, we were at a boarding gate, waving good bye, as my mom cried, and I fought the urge to. A woman's voice came over the intercom that our flight was boarding soon, and our final farewell was said before we headed off to the gate. Several random tourists were there as well, and I swore that I saw a familiar silver headed boy sitting in a nearby seat.

The flight took off, and I have to say, flying on planes is not my forte, at all.

We landed, exhausted in Japan at 2 in the morning, and hailed a taxi quickly before driving to our new address, and falling straight asleep on the barren furniture, deciding that unpacking at 2 in the morning was not a good idea really.

I woke up at noon, to help unpack, arrange furniture, and my mom left so she could go apply me to the nearest middle school. Having no idea what else to do, and starving to death, I took a short walk to a nearby sushi store to find Yamamoto sitting on the counter, imitating swings with chopsticks. I halted then groaned inwardly at my stupidity.

Of course they owned a sushi store! How could I forget? I cursed before smiling and with the pocket money I had, choose the cheapest thing on the menu, a cucumber roll. As soon as I got my order, I bolted out of there.

I didn't want to be known at school as the 'Italian girl who liked cucumber rolls.' That would just be a pain.

And so, my first day of school began. Dressed in the yellow blazer, and gray skirt, I straightened my bow on my collar, as my mom pulled my hair into some painful fancy braid. My conversing skills had improved even the slightest of bits, and I resolved to carry a dictionary along with me.

As far as I knew, by people whispering about underwear, and loser, that Tsuna had already stripped, and confessed to Kyoko. And assuming since Gokudera was on the flight here, that he was here to blow him up now. Perhaps I should introduce myself beforehand.

I entered my supposed classroom, late because of speaking to the principal, and as I went in, Gokudera was just being introduced, his glare sending girls in frenzy. I stepped in quietly, and immediately whispers about a secret cosplayer filled my ears.

I could feel my eye twitch. Idiots.

"Kiyomi Takafumi. Nice to meet you." I added a bow along with the rough words in my mouth before looking over to my teacher, she directed me next to Tsuna, who was hiding under his books, surely never wanting to show his face again.

"Nice to meet you." I stuck out a hand to shake as he eeped! And shook my hand wearingly.

Poor guy, if he thought running around confessing in his underwear was that bad, then he was in for a hell of a lot worse.

We are holding on by a bare, thin string. One change and we'll snap.

A/N: Now I have to watch the series all over again to make sure I keep everyone in character… -_-