I could not describe how loud the scream outside was.

"HE GOING TO JUMP!" It sounded like a girl, and before I knelt down to stuff another cucumber roll in my mouth, I nearly choked.

"K-Kiyomi-san? Are you alright?" That dear Tsuna. I nodded slowly and gulped down my water before pointing outside.

Yamamoto was about to jump.

A pushing and shoving crowd stood clogging up the door as I looked at it blankly. DO tell me how the wimpy skinny transfer girl is going to get out of here.

It was times like this that I thanked my dad for making me do some kind of agility training.

I nodded quickly to Tsuna telling him to get outside and jumped out of the window. And if you've never jumped out of the window before, you might want to consider these following things.

Only mafia and the people in the movies look cool jumping out of windows. Not so much awkward Italian girls.

And the next time don't jump with a skirt on unless you want to endure a good three weeks of people teasing you about your underwear. I just had to get my bodyguard involved, it's not my fault I wear cherry printed underwear!

Oops.

So while frantically holding my skirt down and watching Tsuna's shocked expression as I leapt out I tried to concentrate on my foot.

Ouch.

My ankle twisted over, but I righted myself up and flexed it a bit before hopping on one foot over to where Yamamoto stood on the top fence.

"Are you really going to do this!?" "C'mon Yamamoto!" Shouts came from around my ears, some begging, others jeering. I cringed at his always bright smile and stayed quiet and motionless as I looked up in fear.

Where was Tsuna? If I tried to carry and save him, I think we would both end up dropping to our deaths.

I watched his mouth move without making a sound and I held up my chopsticks and waved to him. Then said the most cliché but totally shonen manga thing I have ever said.

"You do belong! I swear you do! You have the best sushi I've ever tasted! Don't you dare jump or else I'll starve to death!" I screamed, my usual soft monotone voice reaching pitches I didn't think I could reach before snapping my mouth shut and looking at him sadly.

My Japanese was still pretty broken and awkward, but I managed it out.

"Oh shut it Cherry print, nobody give a crap."

I never really liked that guy.

Newsflash though, in three weeks I would have him almost scampering away from me every time he saw me.

I could see him smile at me and thank me for bringing them good business before closing his eyes and teetering over the edge. I inhaled sharply, screaming in my head where in the world was Tsuna?!

A gunshot was heard in the distance and as everyone started freaking out even more, I sighed in relief.

Excuse me and my twisted personality.

A ripple of gasps and shouts went through the crowd as one guy pointed at the flaming figure in the sky and screamed. Look! It's Hentai Tsuna!"

And indeed it was. He came flying in, his boxers covered in hearts as I squeezed my eyes shut and winced.

This was going to happen a lot more, he better get some manlier boxers.

Yamamoto fell off the edge as the girl screamed and the guys shouted in either joy or shock before screaming like the girls when Tsuna caught Yamamoto.

I smiled in relief and clutched at my poor beating heart and sore throat before trudging away so I wouldn't cry at Tsuna's speech to him again.

Cherry Print and Cosplayer was bad enough. I didn't need 'wuss' added to that list too.

I knew that Yamamoto would soon be joining Tsuna and me at lunch, and help pick off some of the bullies for us. I really do wish that I could glare harder.

The next day I opened the sushi take out box with a cheery baseball player next to me, trying to force that disgusting raw fish down my throat.

I saw Tsuna smile at the little group we had at least before screaming in fright when Kyoko pulled a chair up.

The Sasawaga Kyoko.

"Hello there Tsuna-kun! Kiyomi-chan! Yamamoto-kun!" She greeted happily before pulling out a bento that I was jealous of. I wish I could cook food that cute too.

And the rest of lunch proceeded with a madly blushing and stuttering Tsuna, my usual bored self, and the same old cheery Yamamoto.

At least I could relax for a moment.

And then I remember Gokudera was due to arrive soon.

I ran into Gokudera in the halls the day he arrived actually.

I was off to the bathroom to see if my hair was still on my head. I don't know how she does it, but my mom knows lots of painful braids. Lots of them.

I nearly bumped into him and he gave me a scoff and shoved me back before starting to walk away.

I decided to take this one little advantage I had as a mafia boss's daughter and spoke in the beautiful wonderful Italian.

"Should you really be talking like that to me?" I called after and pulled my hair free of the braid, trying to remember what my mug shot looked like. Or whatever.

He pointed a finger before widening his eyes and raising his eyebrows in shock. "Nuvolo?"

"It's Nuvola you ungrateful thing." I seethed before it finally dawned on him that I could have a mafia on his back in a snap.

"Ah, Kiyoshi?"

I dropped my mouth in shock before brushing past him and growling in his ear.

"It's Kiyomi you wench. I can have you dead in a snap of the finger."

Okay maybe not, but it sounded really cool at the time okay!

And then I walked all dramatically and stuff back to the classroom while trying to figure out how I was going to deal with my hair. It was annoying me.

I think I'll miss the whole blow everything up battle between the two. I would prefer to stay a fair mile away from his dynamite.

And sure enough, as soon as I arrived at school the next day, there was a fawning Gokudera hovering over Tsuna and a laughing Yamamoto stationed next to him. I walked over and said an awkward good morning to the both of them and sat down before I was questioned further.

"Good m-morning Kiyomi-san!" Tsuna said brightly, his eyes like bright and fiery amber. I blinked at him and nodded before slumping down, and fro once not tugging annoyingly at my braid. I guess my mom pitied me and let me leave it down.

Gokudera opened his mouth, then closed it like a blubbering fish and I had half a mind to start cracking up. If only if he didn't have the potential to kill me.

"I'll become Juudimine's right hand man! Certainly not you!" He jabbed a finger at me as Tsuna tugged he back mouthing a sorry to me.

Oh yes, he was perfectly in character.

I flopped down on my desk and promptly proceeded to sleep through math and language. Not befitting for a girl of my rank, but I could slack off a little in Japan right?

And the next thing I know, I'm looking at the sizzling purple can of soda by my foot.

"Eek! What's that!?" Tsuna yelped as usual, his hair standing on end as he watched it burn a nice hole into the road. A loud thump and I looked in disgust at the dead bird lying in the puddle.

Yup. Bianchi was here.

We walked to school with Tsuna going on about the can of soda and who tossed it at him to both Gokudera and Yamamoto when they arrived. He shut his mouth as soon as Kyoko appeared. She pointed to his leg and everyone looked down to see a sobbing baby dressed in a cow suit hanging on dearly.

Hana sneezed and scratched her arm violently, cursing at him before stalking off, Kyoko soon to follow. Tsuna sighed and mumbled how he could never get anything right as he shook his leg to remove his grip.

Did I forget to mention one thing? Hibari is a hell of a lot scarier in real life than in the anime. They never got across that aura of how he could and defiantly kill all of us.

I gulped and Tsuna scrambled for excuses and apologized, before running away like the little adorable wimp he is. I shrugged and avoided Hibari's line of view before he yelled at me for having a weird hair color or something like that.

And you know what happens with Tsuna and Reborn so I won't bother to follow and see for myself.

At lunch I cracked open my lunchbox and crunched on another cucumber roll, chewing carefully and holding my breath for whatever was coming next.

Tsuna opened his and screamed in shock, nearly dropping the purple dish onto the floor. It actually looked rather fascinating in real life, with the worms sticking out and the purple emitting from the rice.

"W-What's that!?" He squeaked and pushed it away from him while Gokudera leaned in for a closer look.

"It smells familiar…" He noted, rubbing his chin before jumping back to hit the wall. If he fell off this roof, don't count on me to go and jump after him.

"Don't eat it Dame-Tsuna." I choked on my rice and Yamamoto slapped me on the back as I looked up to the always smirking Reborn.

"Bianchi, come out." He tilted his hat down and I watched in amazement as she did in fact come out from the shadows. She looked more beautiful and refined seeing her for real. Her hair was a shade of pink that I was jealous of and fell nice and straight down her back.

While I was staring at her in awe, Gokudera had collapsed in a crumpled heap next to me.

"S-Sis…" He groaned and clutched his stomach while Tsuna went crawling over him, shaking his shoulders in a panic. "G-Gokudera-kun!? Are you alright!?"

Bianchi proceed to walk over and scoop up Reborn into her arms. She cradled him and kissed his head as a blush formed on her face. "Reborn! Come back to Italy with me!" She cooed, and then they conversed in a few words I couldn't understand.

I imagine though that the conversation was her declaring her love for Reborn and Reborn explaining why he had to stay in Japan.

And I think you all know what happens afterwards.

So off we all went to drag Gokudera to the nurse's room (He was too heavy for wimps like Tsuna and I.) Yamamoto laid him on the bed and I tried to pull the sheets over him without flipping him off the bed.

I actually ended up flipping him off the bed.

"Whoops…" I breathed, and looked down at a writhing Gokudera as Tsuna eeped from behind me.

"B-Be careful with injured people!" He said, his voice trembling and moved to hide behind me when Gokudera shakily stood up.

Oh look, I was dead already.

"Why you…" He growled and I patted around habitually for my swiss army knife, turning it to the most dangerous option there.

The nail file.

He pulled himself up and galred so coldly that I got shivers. I pointed to the shaking figure behind me and did something I always did on impulse.

"Tsuna did it!"

"W-WHAT!?" He screeched and shook his head vigorously blandly denying it as Gokudera lowered his bomb and fell back onto the bed.

He grunted in pain and Yamamoto clapped both of us on the back, while looking down concerned to him. "So, Gokudera. Who was that woman?"

He hesitated for a second before sighing and clutching his stomach again. "My sister." He began and continued to spill to us the whole story of his childhood.

I'm sorry, but I didn't really bother to pay attention.

"So every time I see her, my stomach hurts."

The bell rung loudly, screaming in my ear as we all told him that we would see him later and continued onto class.

For a moment though, I had this pang of pity for him.

I'll let you in on a secret actually.

I can sort of cook.

But no point trying now right?

I looked disappointed at the excuse of a cake in my hands and sighed before the guys started to file into the room, each of them pining after Kyoko's cake.

I gripped mine tightly before I felt Yamamoto's hand pat me on the shoulder and point to the plate. "Takafumi-san, are you going to eat that? ~"

I considered my options of letting him eat this disaster or finding something else to do with it instead. Maybe I should feed it to Gokudera…

I nodded my head sullenly and he laughed and lifted his grip from mine. "Ah, that's too bad…" He looked like some kicked puppy; I can't express how bad I felt.

"I'll bake another for you sometime else." I offered before shutting my mouth in shock. Since when did I do that for other people?!

Before he could utter another word though, we had a shirtless Tsuna running around the room.

I squeezed my eyes shut and fought a laugh as the plate was snatched out of my hand and devoured immediately. I nearly choked from laughter at the sight of all the girl's faces and the guy's faces, priceless.

Too bad Tsuna wa

going to have to deal with a lot of crap for doing that later.

He fell on the floor, the flame sizzling out into a trail of smoke as a group of guys advanced after him.

I guess I was supposed to help him. They were like twice my weight and two years older than me though…

Like we were having the same thought, Yamamoto and I advanced towards the crowd in unison. I doubt I could do much, but popularity was a huge factor in my school.

While I was off kicking a guy in the stomach for calling me a cutting board, Yamamoto was trying to solve things the nice way.

That day I made a few mental notes to myself.

One, don't kick really heavy guys in the stomach. It hurts.

Two, don't punch them either.

Three, breaking your wrist was not fun, even if you got to see the horrified looks of the guy's friends.

And four, Mafia is still pretty influential. Remember that the next time I don't bring money to the ice cream shop.

You can look at someone dead in the eyes, and tell how broken they actually are.

I'MMMM SO SORRRRRY! SOOOOO SORRY! I SWEAR SWER SWEAR THAT I'LL HAVE THIS STORY RUNNIGN AGAIN. AND I KNOW THIS IS BORING BUT STICK WITH ME? T-T So, what do you guys think about paring her with Spanner? I added slight Yamamoto fluff for the hell of it. R&R, and leave your opinion maybe? YOU GUYS ARE MY FUEL/GAS/ WHATEVER! T^T