It was a hot day. A really hot day. I was drowning in the heat, dust swirling around my legs with every step like the greedy tentacles of a deep sea monster, threatening to drag me down further into the sea of hot, humid air. The blistering heat had the plants wilted and begging for relief in the form of water, and people driven into their air conditioned homes for fear of becoming another withered casualty. It had already claimed a victim: my mind, turning it into a mushy soup only capable of producing half-poetic... stuff. And also rendering me unable to find a better word than 'stuff', apparently.

"Ugh..." I wiped my forehead of sweat and groaned, wondering why the fuck I had gone outside.

That's right: my intuition. The famous (-ly annoying) Vongola intuition had been nagging my mind in the same manner it always did when something related to the storyline was going to happen. At this point, I couldn't and didn't care anymore. I just wanted to go back home and into shade to escape from the thick, choking heat.

As I dragged myself back home from the shopping district, I contemplated the meaning of life and several other stupid ideas, the ridiculous thoughts no doubt caused by the ridiculously high temperature. I groaned again.

When I arrived back home, and stepped through the front door into the shelter of the house, I saw Bianchi cooking in the kitchen.

Oh.

So that was why I'd had that feeling. Before I could escape to the air-conditioned ignorance and bliss of my room, however, she turned around.

"Oh? You're ba-"

She frowned, before what looked like recognition flashed across her face.

"Ah. You're Sawada Tsunayoshi's twin sister, are you not?"

I eyed her warily, but to keep up appearances, said, "Yes, I am. Who are you?"

Bianchi looked me up and down, for reasons I couldn't tell.

"I am Bianchi. I will be your brother's tutor in home economics and art. Would you like a snack?" She offered me a plate of what she had just made.

The purple creepy-crawly infested dish with toxic black fumes rising from it was clearly poisoned, and would kill any normal person in three - no, two - seconds flat. Tsuna was frozen on the bottom steps of the stairs connecting the two floors, his face screaming at me to refuse. I weighed the benefits of eating it (yes, benefits) against my self-preservation and shrugged.

"Sure. Why not?"

Tsuna nearly fainted.

I took the plate from the surprised rosette's hands and ate what was on it. It tasted as horrible as it looked and smelled, but I survived. Looks like I wasn't a normal person after all. Bianchi's mouth hung open.

"B-But, how?" she gasped.

I scraped the last crumbs from the plate into my mouth with the fork, swallowed, then slammed the plate down on the table.

"The power," I said seriously, looking her straight in the eye, "Of love."

She gaped at me for a moment more, before running forward and hugging me tightly, muttering something about 'understanding at such a young age' and 'I have found a true comrade!'. I patted her on the back, then thumbs-upped at Tsuna, whose jaw had dropped and looked on the verge of falling off.

Later, as she smashed her lethal cake into Adult Lambo's face, I slurped the noodles I had made with my new friend.

I was walking with Tsuna to school today, against the warnings of my intuition, just to be contrary. It nagged me nearly non-stop these days, so I felt inclined to prove to it that nothing would happen. Unfortunately, my intuition was always right. Stupid thing.

Yesterday, Tsuna had arrived at school with a slap mark and bruise on his face. That alone should have told me everything. But the heat had addled my mind and made me even more irritable than usual, and that, coupled with the morons at school at whom I was forced to smile, created the need for me to lash out at something, even if that something was a part of myself.

As Tsuna freaked out over Haru challenging him, I sighed and face-palmed.

Goddamnit.

"Nee-chan!"

I could hear Tsuna looking around frantically and panicking when he couldn't find me.

"Eh?! Where'd you- HIE!"

His shriek was accompanied by the sound of a hockey stick smashing onto concrete. More thuds and shrieks followed. Then I heard Gokudera's voice yelling profanities and for Tsuna to get behind him, an explosion rocking the bridge a moment later.

Haru splashed into the water, her ridiculous and heavy armour dragging her down. Tsuna was shot, saved her, and we all moved onto the riverbank. When the brunette proclaimed her newfound love for Tsuna, I decided to step in.

"Good job."

Tsuna whirled around.

"Nee-chan! Where were you?"

"Hiding."

"...Where?"

"Under the bridge."

"What?!"

Haru jumped over to me.

"You're Tsuna-san's sister?"

I nodded.

"I'm Haru! Can I be your future sister-in-law?" she asked. ("Don't you dare!")

I looked her over once and shrugged.

"Why not?" ("Nee-chan!")

"Yay!" Haru cheered, "We got approval, Tsuna-san!" ("How could you! You traitor!")

She started chasing him around again, demanding a hug. I leant towards Gokudera and whispered, "I'm never accepting that girl as my sister-in-law."

"...Those rice balls were really spicy."

"You're still sore about that? How childish." I scoffed.

"Why, you-!"

"Gokudera-kun! Don't!"

"Tch."

"Heh."

I smirked as he glared at me. My need to piss someone off had been fulfilled.

Brought to you at four in the morning by a knows-they-will-regret-this-later me. Geh.

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Review?

Disclaimer: I had a dream the other night. In which I could actually draw. But then I woke up and remembered that the most I could draw was a not very straight line. So obviously, I can't own KHR.