Another OC! And the start of 691896, probably.

I realized that the chapters haven't ever been about anything related to the trip they were supposedly having. And this chapter still didn't, but I actually liked this chapter more than most. I read you reviews, and I'm really thankful to all that liked it.

To that person who didn't like HaruxTsuna, though. I'm sorry, can't do much about that. I'm thinking of writing a reincarnation or something fic later on, which hopefully would satisfy you, but I already said that this was HaruXTsuna so... I'm sorry. To be fair, I don't actually like them all that much either, I prefer 1827, but I'm not exactly comfortable in writing yaoi yet...since it's dangerous for my health. Just imagining the scenes I would write is enough to make my blood flow. Lol. No, really. Sorry about that. I'll try to include some fluff between Tsuna and others if I could. For now, I hope you bear with me. ^^

As always, my writing took a life of its own, so I'm sorry for the randomness. Anyway, I don't think it would be much of a KHR fanfiction if it wasn't 50% Pain 50% Randomness

Chapter Fourteen: Normalcy

Kitagawa Fuutsu had always been your average kind of girl, which says a lot about her parents' over-all faith on her, considering they named her 'normal', after she came out looking like the average Japanese without a hint of her supposedly foreign ancestry. They had Italian blood, her parents said. Around 1/256 or something. Might as well be non-existent.

Fuutsu had rather…eccentric parents. They blamed it on their Italian blood, but none of their relatives from either side were any way similar to them. Still, they were usually away for their jobs (her Mom's a journalist, while her Dad's a photographer, they go places) so Fuutsu wasn't contaminated with their, uh, uniqueness.

She was plain, normal, and happy. Just the way she liked it.

Fuutsu had lived in Namimori her whole life, and while the things that occurred there wouldn't actually qualify as 'normal', Fuutsu was fine so long as she remained uninvolved and oblivious.

She was normal, though, and pretty observant, so sometimes she couldn't help but wonder.

Why was Sawada running around in his boxers? How could he and Yamamoto survive that fall from the middle school rooftop? Why was Gokudera so devoted to Sawada, and were those dynamites he was taking out of his pants?

There were a lot of things Fuutsu wondered about, in her eighteen years of living in Namimori.

When she was a child, around six or so, she had seen an eight year-old Hibari beating up a gang that he had caught extorting money from an old shopkeeper near her house.

She had admired him then, and as she was a child, thought that that was normal. As she grew up and realized that not all primary school students are capable of 'biting Yakuza henchmen to death' she had wondered. How? Why? What the hell?

But she was a normal girl, and normal girls are terrified of Hibari-Freaking-Kyoya so she wouldn't ask, and just…try to forget about it. Try not to be late, or crowd around, or be too herbivorous. She had grown quite the fascination for meat over the years.

And then, there were bombs. Explosions, pink smokes, and more teenagers running around in funny boxers with flames on their foreheads. One time, there was even a giant turtle that came out of nowhere. She considered that a dream, and the others trick of the light.

What she wondered most, though, was just how the supposed most no-good student of Namimori connected to all this.

She came to a school that was completely damaged once. No one else seemed to notice. She chalked it up to lack of sleep, even though she slept for ten hours the night before.

Fuutsu wasn't in Tsuna's class, so she wasn't there when their class was stranded in the café, and when Ichiroku Nisa was supposedly kidnapped. Rumours had gone around, but the moment she heard Yamamoto or Gokudera in a conversation, she immediately zoned out of it and locked her hearing away.

Something told her it was safer that way.

Ignorance is a bliss. She truly believed that.

The second day of their school trip (which also made her wonder, and again, refused to be acknowledged) she was in the lobby when three gorgeous girls practically glomped down the pitiful brunet, and promptly moved out of the way so Osamu could faint on the floor in peace, before chatting up one of her friends who nearly yelled off her ear because of some HibaChrome news that had been circulating around the third years.

She wondered why this rumour spread so fast when all other affairs of the mighty Hibari Kyoya had been tapped down. And, yes, there had been other girlfriends, and a few boyfriends in the last years. Contrary to popular belief, the Demon of Namimori was definitely not asexual.

She had seen him walking around with a few different girls (and boys) a lot of time, and from what she could tell, he really liked fluffy things.

She guessed Chrome could be considered fluffy too. But she honestly thought Sawada was fluffier.

(If Hibari heard her thoughts right now…Oh, no. Please, no.)

In a restaurant somewhere in Syracuse, Fuutsu sat with a group of faceless girls that would never have made [PJO1] [PJO2] [PJO3] [PJO4] it into canon as a character, even as an extra, listening to them gush about the adorableness of the lovely HibaChrome ship, which was apparently coded as 1896. Or was it 1869? She honestly didn't know where they all got their ideas, so she just smiled and went, "Ah" "Uh-huh" "Hm" at calculated intervals, unaware of a pair of coal black eyes staring at her from a distance with a glint that would have made Sawada run for the hills.

She had listened well, though, and if she wasn't 'normal' she'd have long since flipped the table over at the sheer stupidity of the people around her. It was obvious how the antisocial prefect would react once he knew the entire school was feeding off his personal life like gossip vampires, he would flip, not just the table, but their skins inside out. Then he'll eat it.

"You've got quite the imagination miss."

Fuutsu started, turning to see a young kid in black suit and fedora. She just came out of the girl's restroom, having excused herself after lunch to pee.

The kid looked at her with an innocent grin, but his eyes were like a pair of pits of endless darkness with just a glint of…what? The kid didn't look in any way dangerous, if anything, he was cute. He also had a chameleon on his hat. However, for some reason, Fuutsu was stepping back, ready to bolt in the face of danger.

Danger. Danger, her instincts warned.

It was ridiculous, and it was only making Reborn more interested in her.

That wasn't a good thing, apparently.

Reborn smirked. "Your name is Fuutsu, right?"

Fuutsu tried to calm herself, and gave the kid a small smile, still apprehensive, and confused that she was so apprehensive. "Um, are you lost?"

Reborn nearly chuckled, noticing the way her eyes flashed towards all available exit points. Not that she was aware.

"No, I'm the World's Greatest Hit man."

"Uh, what?" Fuutsu blinked.

"Would you like to join our Family? You seem to have a potential to be a hit man."

"Uh, what?" Fuutsu stepped back, now scared. Is this kid right in the head? Am I right in the head? Why am I scared of a kid?

"That's because you have great instincts. You can feel that I'm strong, and I'm a danger to you."

"Did you just read my mind?" Fuutsu all but shrieked, sounding awfully like a certain Mafia Boss Reborn knew. He pulled the rim of his hat down and smiled deviously.

"Maybe," he said.

Fuutsu shook her head and massaged her temples. "You know what? I won't even ask. I'm leaving now, you go to where you parents are." She turned, about to get back to her friends. Reborn let her, a million plans that Fuutsu never would have liked, and that involved her, forming in his head.

"Hmm. She'd be a good addition to Tsuna's Family."

A brunet in the middle of doing paperwork shivered in his office. He sighed.

"What are you planning now, Reborn?"

Chrome had no idea how to react when a group of girls suddenly cornered her outside of the hotel, looking like rabid dogs smelling their prey. Instinctively, she clutched her trident to her chest, her mind running different kinds of illusions she could use to escape. They were all pretty morbid, and would have made Tsuna cry, but she didn't need to know that. According to Mukuro, anyway.

She stepped back, hoping to gain some distance. She still wasn't good at physical combat, and while she was confident she could take on all of them without breaking a sweat, she still didn't want to take her chances. Or break Boss's rule against hurting civilians.

Boss was pretty strict with his rules, after all.

"W-what do you want?" she said, going for the innocent, damsel in distress approach.

The girls' eyes gleamed. "Kyaah! You look so cute!" One gushed, and then they all jumped the poor girl with questions.

"Is it true you're dating Hibari-sama?" Sama?

"Did you really kiss?"

"Who do you like more, Mukuro-sama, or Hibari-sama?"

"Or, are you three in a shared relationship?"

What?

"How does Hibari-sama taste like?"

Oh, God! Mukuro-sama!

"Is he an S or an M?"

Mukuro-sama! Chrome fainted.

Mukuro was enjoying a cup of chocolate mousse inside the Vongola X Generation's private suite when he heard Chrome sending him a distress call.

Oh, God! Mukuro-sama! He took time being surprised at that. It had been a long time since Chrome last called him that, having stopped adding –sama to his name three years ago, when he and the skylark annihilated her voodoo doll collection in one of their fights.

What could have happened to make her revert to calling him that? He could feel that hshe was alive, and she didn't seem to be particularly in danger.

Chrome? What happened?

Feeling her black-out, he invaded her defences and took control, only to be confronted by a hoard of girls gushing about threesome, Hibari, bonding, Mukuro, and for some reason, birds.

Just what the hell is happening here?

He didn't have time to wonder too long, before a very familiar voice called out and threatened them with his trademark "Kamikorosu."

The girls scattered and ran away, leaving Hibari with a dazed Mukuro in Chrome's body.

When the two of them started glaring at each other, the girls, who had only went far enough to avoid Hibari's tonfa, but near enough to see the unfolding events, promptly spurted blood.

It seems, their anger and dislike for each other had been mistaken for sexual tension.

Fuutsu watched all this from a distance, and face-palmed. Sawada and his cronies. Seriously.

Reborn came out from somewhere and started a betting pool. Mukuro vs. Hibari. The price was Chrome, apparently, not that either of them knew that.

P.S. Considering all the power-up Tsuna and his friends went through, I don't think it's much of a stretch to think they're the strongest in the Mafia. Or the world. I mean, just think of Tsuna's XX-Burner, Gokudera's Systema C.A.I., Yamamoto's ridiculous slowing down technique and swordsmanship. Also, Hibari's Roll. Mukuro is stronger than Mammon, and Mammon is supposed to be the strongest Mist user right? I mean, he was an arcobaleno. And Ryohei. And Lambo. Really. If that wasn't enough, they were in middle school when all those shit happened...not even halfway through puberty really.

Considering how Reborn is, I'd think they'd be improving a lot in six years.

Pretty overpowered, huh? I think it's awesome like that.