I didn't know I would cry over someone like you. A rusted machine that broke.

I put the pretty test paper on my desk, flaunting the 100 written on top.

So forcing to go through all those lessons eventually paid off I guess.

I watched Gokudera snicker at Yamamoto's score, and then pull out some chalkboard to try and explain the concept to Tsuna.

He slid on his glasses and as frowned and scooted my chair across from Tsuna's desk, pointing and sprouting fancy math words that I didn't know.

As usual he pushed me out of the way and continued with his equally confusing gibberish to both a dumb founded Tsuna and a chuckling Yamamoto.

It feels nice to be smart.

On the way back, the old Reborn came hopping up to me and seated himself on my shoulder. Awkwardly ignoring the ticklish sensation I had I looked at him curiously before he explain. "I want you to go and try to tutor Tsuna at his house."

I shrugged and nearly shook him off before he glared and pointed ahead to the familiar little place.

"There. I will decide to put my trust in the Nuvola family for now." He warned me and hopped away, disappearing in a flash.

Granted it was the mafia, but did he really think I had the guts and skill to go up against Tsuna? I'm sure that he even could kick my ass.

Knocking on the door I tried my best to smile and grin at the smiling Nana, and excused myself up to Tsuna's room.

Honestly I'd rather be doing other things, but just for the sake of the manga eh?

I knocked on the door and proceeded to barge right in, scaring the life out of Tsuna in the process.

"Oi. What are you doing here woman?" Gokudera sneered and dropped the chalk back onto the tray. "We didn't really need you."

"Now Gokudera! Be nice!" Yamamoto smiled and patted at the open space next to him. "Come over Kiyomi-san!"

Tsuna nodded stiffly before I registered something only the poor innocent Tsuna would.

No girl other than his mom had probably been to his room before.

I sniggered before laying out my homework neatly on the table and started to explain the first problems, with one Gokudera yelling on top of me.

And of course, question seven.

I knew the answer, and I would to take the chance to rub it into Gokudera's face that I was smarter, but I restrained myself. It was painful.

And before long we had a Haru Miura barging in there.

I don't think I was ever cleared up in the manga or anime, but Haru is actually freakishly pretty. It's not fair. She had those big dark brown eyes, and soft looking brown hair pulled up into a ponytail. I felt like a frog next to her.

Puberty fairy, where are you. I'm thirteen, bless me already!

Another thing they failed to capture was Haru was sometimes really sweet, and other times she was so annoying it was no wonder they couldn't express it.

"Ha-hi! A girl in here too! That proves Haru's point!" She ran forward and gripped my shoulders tightly, staring me right in the eyes. "They didn't touch you right!?"

I stood shocked and still, and began to move my mouth before I was interrupted again.

"Ha-hi! So it is true!"

This was going to get annoying quickly…

I shook my head slowly, but was ignored and Haru went on to inch closer to Tsuna.

"Hand over the poor baby!" She demanded, holding out her hand in demand. Tsuna backed away with his hands up in defense as Gokudera pulled her aside.

"Don't you talk to Juudaime like that!" He spat in her face, and I felt sorry for her right then. And they she screeched right back at him.

And my sympathy went whoosh!

And so while they were arguing with each other over there and Yamamoto trying to calm them, and Tsuna backing away slowly from the scene

Honestly, this was weirder than the manga.

And then Reborn springs up out of nowhere and tells Haru hat is she manages to solve problem seven, then he'll go and leave with her.

"EH!?" His shriek rang through the halls and forever more…

Just kidding, but it was pretty loud.

Haru smirked and Yamamoto pointed to her uniform in realization.

"Ah! You're from that elite school for girls!" He exclaimed and she smoothed down her sweater with pride.

"Of course! Haru can solve almost any math problem!"

I scooted over and she sat down to stare at problem seven.

Boy did I wish I brought something to do.

Several hours later when I was trying to teach Yamamoto how to braid hair (even I didn't really know myself…) she screamed and collapsed into a steaming mess.

Like steaming. Talk about an anime reaction.

"Haru can't figure it out!" She cried, rolling over and lying like a dead animal on the floor.

I poked her hesitantly before she grabbed onto my arms and began to sob. "Help Haru please!? I can't let such a cute baby stay with the devil incarnate!" She wailed, and I ignored the snot and tears getting on my arms. Mental note: Take a long shower later.

And she was calling him the devil incarnate? Hi, reincarnated dead person over here...

I patted her awkwardly on the head with my spare wrist and gave a look of utter panic over to Tsuna and Yamamoto.

Like Gokudera would ever bother to save me.

In fact he was fighting back his snickers right now.

Thanks man, you're the best friend a girl could have. Sarcasm totally not intended.

And then like a fairy had come and sprinkled dust over her, she perked up like a daisy. She raised her tear stricken face and stood up proudly, a new light of hope shining down on her.

And come on world, anime, whatever. You have to make her cry pretty too? When I cried (which did not happen that often) I looked like I rolled my eyes in fruit punch and looked (and sounded) like a disfigured banshee.

And before she could utter another word, a knock came from the door.

"Reborn? Are you there?" The door creaked open, but Gokudera forced it shut again. And then the door knob fell straight off, dissolving into purple goo.

In my opinion (like anyone cared), Bianchi was a pretty awesome character. If I ever had to learn to fight, I'd like to learn from her and get a kick ass name too.

Spoiler alert, I did. But you don't want to imagine how long I and how much money I spent bargaining the name into the newspaper.

And then she went and burned all of Tsuna's hard work in on the paper. Gokudera would probably just make him another one.

Too bad he was crumpled on the floor, clutching his stomach like some wuss.

Though I guess I don't have the right to say that do I?

And then I found myself being dragged to Haru's house where we faced off her dad. Sweat beaded down his forehead as he started and stared at the problem. He readjusted his glasses three hundred and sixty two times before her slammed down the paper.

Don't ask okay? I was like really bored and was tired of Yamamoto forming knots in my hair.

"I can't figure it out either!" He wailed and flopped himself down on the table. Like father like daughter I guess.

"I just don't get it!" He jabbed a finger at my poor paper, smearing more sweat on it. I winced and covered my eyes, my beautiful work…

"I believe that it's unsolvable."

And then Reborn (the little arrogant bastard) walks up and says the answer that I had been dying to spill. There goes my moment to shine.

Haru's dad paused and inspected Reborn carefully. Tsuna pointed to my face, gaping at the probably famous shade of red it turned when I got mad or seriously annoyed.

In short, the group of a grinning baseball player, wimpish but kind mafia boss leader, tomato faced pink haired girl, and too pretty possible mafia wife all pointed and went, "Oh!"

Maybe mine sounded a little forced, but I had my reasons.

"N-No way!" Haru's dad stuttered, his mouth going slack. "You're the famous professor Boreen! I knew it! Those unique sideburns!"

It was like he was on his knees worshipping him.

And we were ushered out, and then Haru made a grab for Reborn. He leapt out of her grip and positioned himself on Yamamoto's shoulder.

"I declare it as a tie." He announced and then motioned for us to walk away. Haru stood there frozen, a fire starting in her eyes. (Next to the one she already had)

I wonder if I should stay home tomorrow….? I really did not want to see Tsuna strip again and leap into a rushing river.

But for the sake of future blackmail, why not?

So there we were, walking over the bridge. Gokudera was fussing over Tsuna, Yamamoto talking to me about the baseball match last night, and me trying to listen and nod along. Sports put me to sleep.

My mom said that whenever I couldn't' sleep when I was little, she turned on the radio and bam! I was a goner.

Not that I was going to tell anyone hat though.

So while I was trying to keep myself from dozing off, I threw a look over my shoulder and pretty much in short, screamed like a wimp.

And then I remembered that it was just Haru.

The figure waved their lacrosse stick in the air angrily. Wait, it was a hockey stick. Whoops.

She ripped off her mask and I rolled my eyes slightly. She even looked sort of attractive in whatever the hell she was wearing. Just like Kyoko would still be pretty in a potato sack.

And me? I can't describe how horrible yellow looked on me.

But we're getting back to the point here. Yamamoto visibly stiffened, and Gokudera unleashed into wild Gokudera rage. Haru attempted to hit a shrieking Tsuna and then I pretty much had to tackle Gokudera to make sure that he didn't blow her up.

Too late. Thankfully he stumbled from little me slamming into him and as soon as the smoke cleared I looked over the bridge and pointed.

"She's down there." Don't you dare count of me trying to save her. I hated swimming

Tsuna freaked out even more, and the next thing I knew he was leaping down in the water. A loud splash followed and a smirking Reborn held his smoking gun up.

Gokudera looked over the bridge in panic, screaming "Juudaime!" and waving his hands. Tsuna dragged a coughing Haru onto the shore and fell into a smoking mess. The flame disappeared from his head and he coughed to before Gokudera went running down there.

Yamamoto and I followed, and Tsuna tried to scold her. Such a shame she wasn't listening. Heart had bloomed in her eyes and as we walked away, I could hear her screaming her love for Tsuna. Gokudera draped his jacket over a shivering Tsuna who just seemed to remember that he was clothes less.

"HIIIEEE!" He screamed and tried to cover himself from nearby students who were murmuring 'Hentai Tsuna' again. I tried to pat him on the head in a reassuring way, before I realized that I WAS SHORTER THAN TSUNA.

I scowled and marched towards the school, my head hurting from whatever my mom choose to do with my hair today.

I beg of you, how am I shorter than Tsuna of all people? Life wasn't really fair, anime or not.

Ugh.

And you could say that over the months I grew along with everyone else.

New Year's came and went. I was stuffed in to some stupid kimono that I tripped over every five steps. I played the game with Tsuna and his friends. I proved my bad luck when I tried to pick a fortune and got six bad lucks.

I met I-pin and nearly wanted to kick Lambo every time he tried to bully her. That jerk.

I went to Death Mountain and broke my arm. Joy.

I begged Bianchi to teach me how to make poison like a girl straight out a ninja manga. But I shall refrain from breaking the fourth wall. She agreed, if I helped her somewhere in the future.

I made chocolate by myself at home. I handed them to Kyoko, Haru, Tsuna, everyone. (And sort of poisoned Gokudera's…) But I had my reasons. I always have my reasons. I believe evil laughter is appropriate here.

It wasn't like I tried to kill him or anything.

I spent more time at Tsuna's house, his mom made really good food you know? I wasn't really skin and bones anymore, I had a little meat packed here and there now.

Did the puberty come and bless me? Hm, not really. I was still flat as a board, but I think my features softened a little. My face was rounder, my eyes bigger.

I asked Yamamoto if I changed and he then asked me if I put on any weight. You do not know how badly I wanted to punch him. I stuck closer to Kyoko and Haru, adopting their cake day as well.

I learned how to braid hair. I tried to teach Tsuna how to braid hair. It didn't really work.

I wrestled with a raccoon. I learned how to kick and punch people without wincing in pain or breaking your wrist. My hair grew; I learned the concept of ponytail.

I made friends, I laughed. I was ranked second to last in the chest category with Fuuta. I floated temporarily in air. I was asked to join the boxing club, which I hotly denied to. I argued with Gokudera, we tried to out beat each other on tests. I baked a cake for Yamamoto; it was eaten by Lambo and Reborn.

I tried to give him chocolate; I was swindled off by fan girls. I gave Gokudera sort of poisoned chocolate. I had girls after me for a week.

I realized I was victim to puppy dog looks, the word got out. Bianchi tried to teach me the concept of putting love into your cooking. It didn't work.

I was given the test to try and drug someone without them noticing. It worked, sort of. I learned how to shoot a gun. It took a long time.

I grew only like an inch. Boo.

And one day when I went to school I cursed.

The real plot was about to start now.

"Another attack?!" Tsuna exclaimed, concern crossing his eyes as he looked worriedly around. I choked on my rice (I had branched out of cucumber rolls) and Yamamoto clapped me on the back. I straightened up and thanked him before looking evilly at Gokudera.

He glared before sniffing his food suspiciously and ate a bite slowly before swallowing. Like I could do anything to the store-bought cap that he eats every day.

"A Namimori student too?" Yamamoto inquired and Tsuna nodded quickly. "That's the third one this week…"

I gulped nervously and patted my clammy palms on my skirt. The letter had asked me to watch the plot. What the hell did that mean?

And when I was walking home that night, I head the familiar sound of footsteps from behind me.

I whirled around only to hear the sound of owls hooting. I pulled out my trusty Swiss army knife as I didn't bother to bring a gun to school.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I didn't bother to ask who was there because I knew that they would find my location from that. A wild swoosh of air erupted a foot or two from mine and I winced as I blocked whatever from hitting my head.

Ouch. My arms hurt. That was going to bruise

I aimed a blind kick and slashed through the air. A small grunt was heard before they kicked me in the legs and I toppled over.

The last thing I remember was hearing that girly laugh and stabbing my knife into what I think was her leg before blacking out.

Which was super inconvenient.

Really, I black out now and then? This was so cliche.

When I woke up I can't describe how much my head hurt.

It was like someone was taking a hammer and slamming it between my eyes.

I groaned and then sneezed at the bunch of flowers sitting by the foot of my bed.

A blurry figure moved and squealed before I realized that it was my mother.

"Kiyomi!" She came rushing towards me and hugged me so tightly I think my head throbbed and I blacked out again.

My head spun when I rolled over again. I patted my forehead to feel bandages wrapped tightly around it. My mom went and blubbered on how Haru had found me when she went out to buy milk that evening.

I had a pretty nasty concussion.

Before long Tsuna and a few other people that I couldn't see properly were crowding around my bed, asking in concerned voices if I was alright.

No worries. I've only been knocked out by a mysterious person, suffered a nasty head wound, and had my pride as a fighter stripped from me. I'm just dandy.

Not.

"Do you remember anything?"

I sneezed and asked someone to get those flowers out of the room before falling silent. Usually I had quite a fine memory, but everything was blurry and unfocused. My body felt slow and sluggish, like I had been drugged by something.

And then it hit me.

"They probably drugged me… Where's my uniform?" I demanded and my mom shrugged before handing my backpack.

And sure enough, among my beautiful and carefully labeled poisons, 'Memory Lapse' was missing. "Dammit…" I muttered before sighing and rubbing my temples.

Ouch, bad idea. That just made my head hurt even more.

"I was drugged I guess…" I trailed off before squeezing my eyes shut for a tiny sliver of a memory. "All I remember that it was dark, and I think I stabbed them with my knife."

Tsuna inched closer with regret plastered all over his face. "We'll find out who did it alright?"

It was times like that when Tsuna really sounded like a shonen manga hero, not the adorkable little wimp he was most of the time.

I tried to pat him on the shoulder, only then I looked at my arms and realized that they were black and blue.

I clenched my teeth and bit back the pain as I smiled weakly and watched them all file out. Looks of something that I didn't now were crossed on their faces as I stared off.

Should I go after them and help? I won't be able to stand the fact of them getting beat up out there. I could just sit around useless too I guess.

I gripped my gun clumsily and sneezed.

There was still one lone daisy left.

And in a way it reminded me of myself.

I guess I'll try to be heroic and go after them.

Don't die while I'm trying to get out of here okay?

A smile is the best way to hide something, but also the most painful.

A/N: OKAY. I'm alive yes, I'm really sorry. Swear. You all of the privilege of setting an angry Hibari after me… T^T But hey, I WROTE IT! R&R for pairings maybe? Not just who Kiyomi ends up with. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO FRAKING MCUH I LOOK AT YOUR REVIEWS AND THINK 'OKAY. I CAN DO THIS!' I hope you like it; we're growing out of the slapstick comedy KHR was at first. ANG OMG ITS SNOWING HOORAY!