The hell?
Alice eyed the horribly ugly uniform laid out on her bed in disbelief. It was what one, even a random jock down the street who knew nothing about clothes, would call a fashion disaster.
The stiff, thick and black jacket, along with the longest skirt she had ever seen, was the bomb. Even the best supermodel out there could get her fans to run away screaming dressed in this.. this crap!
And don't even get her started on that cap! What was she? A girl scout?
I'm not wearing this. Not wearing.
Seriously, what kind century are they living in-
She blinked. As she stood up from bending down to glare at the outfit, she glanced around and blinked again.
Wait... Come to think of it, what year am I supposed to be in anyway?
She'd thought that it was weird since the start. The grand looking bed in her room, the old grandfather desk- and was that a dip pen?
No wonder... She shoud've noticed from the start... The horribly ugly dress the caretaker of the orphanage had worn... The ugly looking suits that the kids were wearing... What kind of people make children wear suits anyway?
"I'm stuck with a bunch of fashionably disabled people," she muttered under her breath as she swerved around to glare at the horrendous outfit again, "What year is this anyway?"
"1958," a voice replied.
She froze. Rigidly, she moved her arm up and twitched at the sight of the watch, once again on her wrist, now moving perfectly fine.
"I'm not asking why," she sighed, running a hand through her brown hair.
1958, the years where by Italians prance around like idiots with huge flowery hats and thick coats and dresses that make them look fat.
She looked at the uniform, now with a tired look, murmuring, "Welcome to Italy, me."
"Oh my, Alice, why aren't you wearing your uniform?"
Alice twitched at the sight of her care taker dressed with a huge purple hat and a matching coat and skirt that overall, made her look twice her usual size.
"What are you wearing?" she questioned, struggling to keep the distaste away from her tone.
Her attempt seemed to have succeeded as she giggled at her, clutching a purse in her hand, "Seeing as I'm bringing you to your new school today, I dressed up specially for the event! What do you think about it?"
"Mind-blowing," she stated dryly.
The caretaker beamed.
"What about your uniform?" she asked, the beaming smile not leaving her face.
"It doesn't fit," she stated, giving a random excuse, I'd rather die, than wear that piece of crap that will put Jocelyn Wildenstein's ugliness to shame. After much glaring, she'd given up and picked up what seemed like the most norrmal clothes in the wardrobe, which was a dress shirt and a pair of newsboy shorts.
"Oh my, is that so?" she blinked, "Well that's alright, we'll get another one for you later."
She twitched.
"By the way," the care taker smiled, reaching her hands behind her where Alice couldn't see, "I've go something for you."
Something in Alice yelled for her to run away, screamed for her to end her life now than deal with whatever crap was coming.
Gulping, she struggled to stay rooted to the ground.
And then the caretaker took out one of the most ugliest, oldest, and horrible contraption she had ever seen.
FUDGE NO.
"No."
"Eh? But why?"
"Because it ugly."
"But you can't find it anywhere! Normal people can't even get their hands on it! It's thanks to our sponsor that you could have it!"
"Tell them that I thank their useless arse for the kind action. But no, I don't want it."
The caretaker gasped, "Oh my lord, what- what is that foul language you're using?! Please tell me I've misheard!"
Alice deadpanned.
"I didn't say anything," she stated, placing on her most innocent look; which happened to be not innocent at all because of the smirk that was threatening to twitch up her lips.
The caretaker blinked twice before releasing a quick breath of relief.
Alice clicked her tongue inwardly in annoyance, She actually accepted it?
Then, with another bright smile, the caretaker shoved the thing towards her again. She wanted to slam her head into the wall nearby.
"No."
"But~" the caretaker whined, acting like a child.
"No," she hissed, glaring at the, the thing in her hand.
"But its a cellphone!" the caretaker exclaimed.
A horribly ulgy one, that is, she added in her mind.
"I'll be just fine without one," she stated, eyeing the weird machine. That ain't a cellphone. Cellphones are small, compact and stylish. And they fit in your pockets easily. That huge thing, with no screen, and that weird antenna thing poking out was not a phone. It was merely a piece of trash. And she would not stoop as low as to use something like that.
"Fine.." the caretaker pouted.
Whatever happened to the famed cultured women of the 50s? Alice eyed her suspiciously.
"Whatever are you wearing?!" the woman cried in disbelief.
"Clothes," Alice stated to her, Unlike what you are wearing.
The first thing her new teacher had done when she had entered the class to be introduce, was cry tears at her new found love - the pair of beautiful newsboy shorts.
"That is a disaster! How could you bring yourself to wear something so.. so short and disgraceful to a women's beautiful skin!" she exclaimed, opening her arms dramatically.
Alice stared back at her apathetically, "Get over it."
The teacher twitched, arms still wide open.
As she regained her posture, she coughed lightly, "Now, Miss Alice, I don't know why you decided to wear that- that fie piece of clothing. However, it is high inappropriate-"
Alice twitched. Fie? What is this? Shakespeare? Oh woe me, for I have sinned.
She rolled her eyes inwardly, "I have the rights to wear whatever I want."
"Miss Alice," the teacher was now glaring at her, "As your teacher, I believe I deserve respect from you. Your actions are unforgivable."
"Oh really," Alice raised her eyebrows, "And which teacher criticises her student's way of dressing the moment she enters the class?"
Alice watched in mild amusement as the vein in the corner of her forehead was now covering half of her forehead.
"Miss Alice!" the teacher barked out, pointing at the door rudely, "Out! Now! I refuse to have such a brusque student in my class!"
The students fidgetted in the seats, flinching from shock at her raised voice.
Alice shrugged, spinning on her heels as she proceeded to saunter out of the class nonchalantly. Giving the teacher one last smirk right before she walked out, she spoke purely to assuage her mischeivious self, "A word of advice, calm those tits, or you'll never find mate."
She had the honour of watching her red face, puffing up from anger right before she slammed the door in their faces.
Upon returning, Alice had apathetically announced that she was no longer welcomed in that school. To say that the caretaker's expression was amusing would be an understatement. Alice had the time of her life watching as the caretaker's expression contorted from shock, to confusion, then realisation, disbelief and finally, a surrendering expression (Which she guess was from the satisfied and smug look Alice hadn't bothered to hide.) .
Unfortunately however, or at least as Alice thought, the caretaker recovered pretty quickly. As soon as the shock wore off, she had calmed down and invited Alice to have tea with her.
That wasn't a normal reaction at all.
Where's the anger? Volcano eruption? I thought it happened in all anime backgrounds.. How the heck did she recover so quickly anyway? she thought with a frown. Her sadistic self was not pleased.
As she eyed the caretaker suspiciously, she nodded almost absentmindedly at the teapot the caretaker had raised in question.
"I've been meaning to ask you since you came in. Has Leon explained to you about this orphanage?" the caretaker asked as she placed a cup of tea in front of Alice.
"Just a little," Alice stated, automatically picking up the little tea spoon to give the drink a little stir.
"Our orphanage has been sponsored by a Mafia Famiglia for years. The Vongola Famiglia-" Alice almost choked on her tea, "to be exact."
Her eyebrows twitched a little. Yeah, of course it is.
"The kids in this orphanage are given two choices. They can either lead a life that has completely nothing to do with the Mafia, or choose to become part of the Mafia themselves. Its really up to them," she explained.
"And here comes the part that I need to talk to you about," the caretaker smiled.
"Alice," she stated her own name, with her arms crossed as she gazed the the class indifferently.
Or at least seemingly, indifferently.
Somewhere beneath the cold mask, her evil self was laughing her ass off at Leon who sat at the last row. He was staring at her in what seemed like a mix of disbelief and shock along with that pathetic attempt to cover up his emotions.
I'll definitely be missing this stupid Leon once he learns how to be a perfect hitman, or rather, Reborn.
She took another glance at Leon and stifled a snort, Yep, I will.
She was glad though, that although all of the students were staring at her newsboy short weirdly, none of them chose to comment on it. The teacher merely glanced at her and gave a sigh of exasperation, muttering about silly students trying to pretend to be thugs.
She had raised her eyebrows. Perhaps 1950s and the twentieth century didn't hold that much difference after all.
"What a bawd, wearing such a bold clothing in broad daylight.." one of the girl muttered to another. Or not.
A bawd. Lovely, Alice mused dryly, I'm living in the world of Modern English combined with Shakespeare.
The teacher then directed to one of the seats, which just so coincidentally, happened to be next to the future hitman we all know so well and told her to sit there.
As Alice ignored the piercing glare of the boy, she made her way towards the seat, narrowing her eyes, Screw coincidences. The only explanation you'll get in this screwed up world its that 'This is an anime'.
Definitions.
Fie - Ugly.
Bawd - A whore. Or at least in the olden days. The proper definition now, is A women in charge of a brothel.
Clearifications.
Has anyone ever seen the first mobile phone? It was called the M*torola DynaT*C.
Handphones were only commercially available in 1983. It was purely because of the influence of the Vongola that Alice could have one in this story. Though she wasn't really interested..
Also, the year that Alice currently is in, is 1958. Thus explaining why the fashion wasn't as..appealing.
Whew! That took quite a short time. But by the time my editor finally had time to read it, it was already a week or so.
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P.S Can anyone guess why Alice was in Reborn's class all of a sudden? ;)