Summary: A
new student called Gokudera Hayato just transferred to Namimori Middle
School. And the moment I caught a glimpse of him, I had been certain of
one prudent thing: I wanted nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with that
rebel looking guy. But then again, the more I told myself this, the
more I realized that I was falling in love with him. Yes, I had to agree
that it was quite fitting for him to call me a stupid woman.
Author's Notes: The first part is based on the anime (episode 2).
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, but I have all rights to Kasumi, my OC.
The
whole class was silent and observing; albeit they were all trying to
give their best effort to repress murmuring amongst each other.
Unfortunately, the girls couldn't take it any longer. They began
whispering to one another in a hissing tone, and I even noticed that
most of them were flustered, with a dreamy aura beaming proudly in their
eyes.
I stared at the new student in front, a different spark of interest growing from the inside. He's got a silver mane, which seemed to me an absolutely eccentric hairstyle, with ferocious yet calm emerald eyes. He wore a plain red shirt under his open uniform, revealing two necklaces that were often donned by gangsters and rebels. The other one even had a gleaming pendant that appeared like a sharp blade. Were those even allowed in school? Probably not. But then again, perhaps even the teachers couldn't do anything about it. Just one furious glare from this rebel and they'd instantaneously had to shut their prattling mouths.
"I'll introduce the new student. He was studying abroad in Italy until now. His name is…" Matsumoto sensei began as he motioned to the new student. His face expressed a hint of apprehension. "Gokudera Hayato kun."
"Wow, he's so cool."
"On top of that, he moved from another country."
"Where should you sit, I wonder?" Sensei scrutinized the room.
Oh no. I stared blankly at the empty seat on my right, chest tightening. He couldn't be possibly sitting beside me. The moment I caught a glimpse of him, I had been certain of one prudent thing: I wanted nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with that rebel looking guy. His mere presence spelled peril.
"There." the teacher pointed, which I feared, on the desk beside me. I heaved a sigh. I sat on the farthest end corner of the room, right next to the wall, and the only one that had been there ever since school since started. Not that it mattered; I actually liked to have the huge part of the room to myself. And now this new student would be sharing the lovely wide space with me. Marvelous.
The said Gokudera Hayato started strutting in slow steps toward his seat. But all of a sudden, he halted in front of Tsuna, who was then staring at Kyoko with full attention and wide, flabbergasted eyes.
He turned to Gokudera. "Huh?"
But the rebel only glared at Tsuna as though he'd done him the gravest of all crimes.
The whole class fell hushed at this show of unexpected behavior. Did Tsuna know this guy? I doubt it. The idea seemed highly improbable.
Tsuna glanced around innocently, as though he was pleading for help amongst the others. "W-What?" And then, finally, he realized what the problem was. Sometimes this guy's stupidity was amazing. He pointed at himself. "M-Me?"
Gokudera kicked Tsuna's desk imperturbably, sending the poor boy thrusting on the floor as he gave out a yelp of surprise that sounded like a shriek of an over excited woman. Tsuna looked utterly perplexed, making me compelled to believe that he didn't know what the guy's problem was any more than we did.
"Gokudera-kun! Your seat is…" Sensei wailed. "Gokudera-kun!"
He walked away nonchalantly towards the empty seat beside me. I gulped, though I hadn't the faintest notion why. Luckily, he didn't take heed on my presence. He sat down on the wooden seat silently, without uttering another word. The only thing that he did was stare on Tsuna's direction furiously.
The murmurs from the girls began again.
"That's his good part!"
"His scariness makes me go numb!"
"We're definitely making a fan club!"
"But why is he sitting with Kasumi?"
At this, they threw me deadly glares. What in the world was their problem? As if I wanted my current state. Of all things that I'd wished for, sitting with a dangerous guy was definitely not on the list.
Strangely enough, there was an astonishing turn of events the next few days. I didn't really know that such things were actually possible to happen. First of all, Gokudera and Tsuna became friends. The rebel even began saying non sense things such as "Tenth" and "I'm his right hand man." What in the world did those mean? Second, I was insidiously dragged to the wildest world that ever existed. All of a sudden, I was a part of Tsuna's family, I met all the members in it (odd and dangerous babies included) and I would always be wherever they literally were. Fortunately, despite all these predicaments, Yamamoto would be there by my side, and it felt really warm and good to have a friend share such troubles. Not that I disliked the new things taking shape, they were even fun and exciting at times. But the worst part of it all was him…
Gokudera Hayato.
I had tried to befriend him, since it would be quite peculiar if he was the only one I didn't talk to, or at least, try making acquaintances with. It wouldn't be virtuous of me if I purposely left someone out, whoever that person was. Unfortunately, the guy also wanted nothing to do with me. But we just couldn't go on avoiding each other. We were almost always together, sometimes, even alone. Hai, alone.
"Where do you live, Gokudera?" I inquired. The two of us were walking together home from school the first time, I know, the idea was almost impossible, because the others had gradually began leaving the group one by one as they reached their own homes. First Yamamoto, the Sasagawa siblings, and then Tsuna, making me and the rebel the only one left behind. This was the day that I began to be a part of the family, a few days after I first met him.
"Stupid woman, will you just shut your freaking mouth?" he yelled at me.
"Look who's talking, octopus head. You're the one who's shouting!"
"What the hell did you just call me?"
I grinned at him. "I learned it from Ryohei senpai. Isn't it a splendid name?"
"That turf head! He's putting something stupid into another fool's head!"
I could already sight our house a few yards away, secluded by a few abundant green trees. But where did he actually live? No, more importantly, why was I worrying over it?
"I live there," I said, pointing.
He snorted. "Like I care."
But then again, why did he hate me so much? No one has treated me with disdain as high as this. It really disturbed me greatly. What could I have possibly done?
"Look, Gokudera, have I done you something wrong?" I asked. "You're always so angry with me… if ever I did, I'm sorry—"
"Just leave me alone and don't bother my life!" he said, visibly annoyed. It was so intense that I couldn't even speak another word. "People like you…"
He already started to walk swiftly away from me, his hands on his pocket, and by then I was already in front our iron wrought gate, albeit by that time I didn't notice at all. I was too occupied by my wandering thoughts and by one particular question: Why did he hate me so much?
One day, we were all clustered around the Sawada household. I was in charge of taking care of the children as Nana san and the girls did things in the kitchen. Whatever the boys were up to, curse them for making me do this strenuous task all by myself.
The sun stood high overhead, sending golden streaks on the lush, greenery on the backyard, with velvety clouds flanking the huge ball of fire in an arching direction, almost as if they were trying to entrap it inside. It gave off a wonderful and familiar warmth, and trickles of perspiration on the faces of the two children running around wildly, playing their juvenile hearts out, in front of me.
I sat on a chair a few paces away from them, not taking my eyes off the two. Imagine, I even became a baby sitter? Just nice. How did I become a member in this family again? But before I could ponder deeply on the subject, I-pin's sharp cry broke my thoughts. I headed towards them at once.
"Lambo, give me back my candy!" she said, chasing the cow.
"Give it back to her!" I ordered, running also, but I was way ahead than I-pin.
Lambo ran further and then he spared a glance back. "Gahaha! Play with us, Kasumi! You are Lambo san's subordinate!"
"Lambo, stealing things is not good!"
"This is Lambo-san's now—" He stopped when he tripped on a twig of a branch. He fell flat on his face, still clutching onto the candy, his rump sticking up disgustingly. That was the least of my problems. A violet tube sprung out of his bulky head, and before I could run for my life, the said thing plummeted on me, engulfing me completely.
I found myself in a white room and peaceful. An unfamiliar coldness was traveling on my skin, sending tremors to my spine. When I scrutinized my surroundings more closely, I realized that I was inside a hospital room. I lay in the soft bed, with a sheer cloth covering me.
I bolted upright immediately. Just why in the world was I here? The last thing that I could remember was that I was chasing that fool cow boy when a tube emerged from his head, swallowing me. Wait, swallowing? That couldn't be possible; perhaps it struck my head so badly that I had to be brought to the hospital. This was the entire cow's fault. But then again, there didn't seem to be any problem. I was perfectly fine.
Still bewildered, I jumped out of the bed and went outside the room. To my absolute surprise, I saw a guy walking towards me. He was about in his early twenties. He wore an elegant looking suit and he had flowers and fruits—
This couldn't be.
He had a silver hair, almost gray, and willful green eyes, though it seemed less fierce than they usually were. At my sight, he scudded faster to reach me. He couldn't be Gokudera; this guy looked a lot older. He was too tall and muscular and even… handsome.
"Kasumi, what are you doing—?" He began. "What, you're younger." There were almost tears in his eyes, though I didn't know why exactly. Perhaps it was just my imagination, because the image of Gokudera crying because of me didn't quite fit. Not at all.
"Wait, octopus head, why are you here?" I chuckled. "I am younger? You're just older! And why do you wear such formal attire?"
He frowned at this, but as I was expecting, he did not sneered at me, or yelled back an angry retort. Who was this guy? And then, there was a worried, and almost loving, look in his eyes for a fleeting moment. Perhaps I only thought that I had seen it. He dropped what he was holding on the floor and then he brought me closer to him, placing his arms around me. What was he doing? I could feel my cheeks warming, and my heart began throbbing heavily against my chest.
Why was he suddenly hugging me? I should have broken free, but for some reasons I couldn't quite decipher, I didn't.
"You're safe," he said softly. "When you return to your world you should try avoiding me as much as possible. Stay away from me. I would only endanger you. "
"What are you saying? Stop speaking in riddles."
He released the embrace. "I don't know why you're here, but you better be propped to bed."
"Go to bed? I'm perfectly fine."
He carried me and placed me on his arms as though I was but a child.
"Gokudera, I order you to put me to down! Octopus head, what are you doing?" I yelled and kicked violently, up to no avail.
He kicked the door (I had left it open) and sighed. "Stupid woman, you're so stubborn."
It was definitely him. Nobody heartlessly addressed me as stupid other than that rebel guy. At least now, I could be certain it was really him, not his older brother or something. He placed me ever so gently back to bed, and then he sat on the chair beside me.
He placed his hand in his silver hair. He looked annoyed. "What the hell happened to the past? What brought you here?"
I sat upright. Our eyes were leveled now. "Past?" I mimicked. "I don't know what you're saying, you re—"
"Hayato," he interrupted. "My name is Hayato, Kasumi."
The sound of my name coming from his lips felt oddly— how should I put it? — good and comforting. But wait, he wanted me to call him by his first name? Whatever was his problem?
"Why should I call you that? And why are you calling me Kasumi?"
Why was he so kind to me? Didn't he hate me? Several questions that I didn't know how to answer flooded my head like a wave of surging water.
"Is the younger version of you really that of a fool not to realize such a simple thing?" He was getting irked again, but there was no real fury in his features. "It's because…" He brought his face closer to mine, that I could almost feel his breath.
"What are you doing—?"
But before his face could be any nearer, I felt my self vanish. And I wasn't speaking figuratively. Literally disappeared. I didn't know if that's even possible, but it's actually what happened. And then, with a start, I realized that I was back on the Sawada household. I was seated in the couch and everyone was staring at me curiously, with a worried expression sculpted on their faces.
"What happened?" I asked, a bit frightened.
And they thus explained everything. The violet tube was actually called the ten year bazooka. And what it did to me just then was that it brought me ten years in the future, and my other older self switched places with me in the process, so she had been here in the present while I was on the future. The whole thing would only be for a mere five minutes.
That would mean that the future me was in the hospital? What happened? Suddenly what Gokudera had said was starting to make sense. So that was why he spoke that way. He knew I was from the past. Well, his past.
"The future you looked like she was in a really bad condition," Tsuna said in a quivering voice.
I managed to stare on Gokudera's direction. He didn't seem to be much interested on what was going on. He even looked angry, frowning and all.
When you return to your world you should try avoiding me as much as possible. Stay away from me. I would only endanger you.
I had just caught a glimpse of the future, and what my eyes first behold was, ironically, Gokudera. He was so different; imagine, he even gave me a warning that concerned my safety. But because I was prone to disobedience, I found myself wanting to know more about this guy I had first hated, and without fully realizing it, I was soon falling for him, despite his evident showcases of indifference, displeasure and hatred. Yes, I had to agree that I was as stupid as he often malevolently implied.
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Author's Notes: The first part is based on the anime (episode 2).
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, but I have all rights to Kasumi, my OC.
PROLOGUE: The Beginning of the Storm
Kasumi's Point of View
I stared at the new student in front, a different spark of interest growing from the inside. He's got a silver mane, which seemed to me an absolutely eccentric hairstyle, with ferocious yet calm emerald eyes. He wore a plain red shirt under his open uniform, revealing two necklaces that were often donned by gangsters and rebels. The other one even had a gleaming pendant that appeared like a sharp blade. Were those even allowed in school? Probably not. But then again, perhaps even the teachers couldn't do anything about it. Just one furious glare from this rebel and they'd instantaneously had to shut their prattling mouths.
"I'll introduce the new student. He was studying abroad in Italy until now. His name is…" Matsumoto sensei began as he motioned to the new student. His face expressed a hint of apprehension. "Gokudera Hayato kun."
"Wow, he's so cool."
"On top of that, he moved from another country."
"Where should you sit, I wonder?" Sensei scrutinized the room.
Oh no. I stared blankly at the empty seat on my right, chest tightening. He couldn't be possibly sitting beside me. The moment I caught a glimpse of him, I had been certain of one prudent thing: I wanted nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with that rebel looking guy. His mere presence spelled peril.
"There." the teacher pointed, which I feared, on the desk beside me. I heaved a sigh. I sat on the farthest end corner of the room, right next to the wall, and the only one that had been there ever since school since started. Not that it mattered; I actually liked to have the huge part of the room to myself. And now this new student would be sharing the lovely wide space with me. Marvelous.
The said Gokudera Hayato started strutting in slow steps toward his seat. But all of a sudden, he halted in front of Tsuna, who was then staring at Kyoko with full attention and wide, flabbergasted eyes.
He turned to Gokudera. "Huh?"
But the rebel only glared at Tsuna as though he'd done him the gravest of all crimes.
The whole class fell hushed at this show of unexpected behavior. Did Tsuna know this guy? I doubt it. The idea seemed highly improbable.
Tsuna glanced around innocently, as though he was pleading for help amongst the others. "W-What?" And then, finally, he realized what the problem was. Sometimes this guy's stupidity was amazing. He pointed at himself. "M-Me?"
Gokudera kicked Tsuna's desk imperturbably, sending the poor boy thrusting on the floor as he gave out a yelp of surprise that sounded like a shriek of an over excited woman. Tsuna looked utterly perplexed, making me compelled to believe that he didn't know what the guy's problem was any more than we did.
"Gokudera-kun! Your seat is…" Sensei wailed. "Gokudera-kun!"
He walked away nonchalantly towards the empty seat beside me. I gulped, though I hadn't the faintest notion why. Luckily, he didn't take heed on my presence. He sat down on the wooden seat silently, without uttering another word. The only thing that he did was stare on Tsuna's direction furiously.
The murmurs from the girls began again.
"That's his good part!"
"His scariness makes me go numb!"
"We're definitely making a fan club!"
"But why is he sitting with Kasumi?"
At this, they threw me deadly glares. What in the world was their problem? As if I wanted my current state. Of all things that I'd wished for, sitting with a dangerous guy was definitely not on the list.
Strangely enough, there was an astonishing turn of events the next few days. I didn't really know that such things were actually possible to happen. First of all, Gokudera and Tsuna became friends. The rebel even began saying non sense things such as "Tenth" and "I'm his right hand man." What in the world did those mean? Second, I was insidiously dragged to the wildest world that ever existed. All of a sudden, I was a part of Tsuna's family, I met all the members in it (odd and dangerous babies included) and I would always be wherever they literally were. Fortunately, despite all these predicaments, Yamamoto would be there by my side, and it felt really warm and good to have a friend share such troubles. Not that I disliked the new things taking shape, they were even fun and exciting at times. But the worst part of it all was him…
Gokudera Hayato.
I had tried to befriend him, since it would be quite peculiar if he was the only one I didn't talk to, or at least, try making acquaintances with. It wouldn't be virtuous of me if I purposely left someone out, whoever that person was. Unfortunately, the guy also wanted nothing to do with me. But we just couldn't go on avoiding each other. We were almost always together, sometimes, even alone. Hai, alone.
"Where do you live, Gokudera?" I inquired. The two of us were walking together home from school the first time, I know, the idea was almost impossible, because the others had gradually began leaving the group one by one as they reached their own homes. First Yamamoto, the Sasagawa siblings, and then Tsuna, making me and the rebel the only one left behind. This was the day that I began to be a part of the family, a few days after I first met him.
"Stupid woman, will you just shut your freaking mouth?" he yelled at me.
"Look who's talking, octopus head. You're the one who's shouting!"
"What the hell did you just call me?"
I grinned at him. "I learned it from Ryohei senpai. Isn't it a splendid name?"
"That turf head! He's putting something stupid into another fool's head!"
I could already sight our house a few yards away, secluded by a few abundant green trees. But where did he actually live? No, more importantly, why was I worrying over it?
"I live there," I said, pointing.
He snorted. "Like I care."
But then again, why did he hate me so much? No one has treated me with disdain as high as this. It really disturbed me greatly. What could I have possibly done?
"Look, Gokudera, have I done you something wrong?" I asked. "You're always so angry with me… if ever I did, I'm sorry—"
"Just leave me alone and don't bother my life!" he said, visibly annoyed. It was so intense that I couldn't even speak another word. "People like you…"
He already started to walk swiftly away from me, his hands on his pocket, and by then I was already in front our iron wrought gate, albeit by that time I didn't notice at all. I was too occupied by my wandering thoughts and by one particular question: Why did he hate me so much?
One day, we were all clustered around the Sawada household. I was in charge of taking care of the children as Nana san and the girls did things in the kitchen. Whatever the boys were up to, curse them for making me do this strenuous task all by myself.
The sun stood high overhead, sending golden streaks on the lush, greenery on the backyard, with velvety clouds flanking the huge ball of fire in an arching direction, almost as if they were trying to entrap it inside. It gave off a wonderful and familiar warmth, and trickles of perspiration on the faces of the two children running around wildly, playing their juvenile hearts out, in front of me.
I sat on a chair a few paces away from them, not taking my eyes off the two. Imagine, I even became a baby sitter? Just nice. How did I become a member in this family again? But before I could ponder deeply on the subject, I-pin's sharp cry broke my thoughts. I headed towards them at once.
"Lambo, give me back my candy!" she said, chasing the cow.
"Give it back to her!" I ordered, running also, but I was way ahead than I-pin.
Lambo ran further and then he spared a glance back. "Gahaha! Play with us, Kasumi! You are Lambo san's subordinate!"
"Lambo, stealing things is not good!"
"This is Lambo-san's now—" He stopped when he tripped on a twig of a branch. He fell flat on his face, still clutching onto the candy, his rump sticking up disgustingly. That was the least of my problems. A violet tube sprung out of his bulky head, and before I could run for my life, the said thing plummeted on me, engulfing me completely.
I found myself in a white room and peaceful. An unfamiliar coldness was traveling on my skin, sending tremors to my spine. When I scrutinized my surroundings more closely, I realized that I was inside a hospital room. I lay in the soft bed, with a sheer cloth covering me.
I bolted upright immediately. Just why in the world was I here? The last thing that I could remember was that I was chasing that fool cow boy when a tube emerged from his head, swallowing me. Wait, swallowing? That couldn't be possible; perhaps it struck my head so badly that I had to be brought to the hospital. This was the entire cow's fault. But then again, there didn't seem to be any problem. I was perfectly fine.
Still bewildered, I jumped out of the bed and went outside the room. To my absolute surprise, I saw a guy walking towards me. He was about in his early twenties. He wore an elegant looking suit and he had flowers and fruits—
This couldn't be.
He had a silver hair, almost gray, and willful green eyes, though it seemed less fierce than they usually were. At my sight, he scudded faster to reach me. He couldn't be Gokudera; this guy looked a lot older. He was too tall and muscular and even… handsome.
"Kasumi, what are you doing—?" He began. "What, you're younger." There were almost tears in his eyes, though I didn't know why exactly. Perhaps it was just my imagination, because the image of Gokudera crying because of me didn't quite fit. Not at all.
"Wait, octopus head, why are you here?" I chuckled. "I am younger? You're just older! And why do you wear such formal attire?"
He frowned at this, but as I was expecting, he did not sneered at me, or yelled back an angry retort. Who was this guy? And then, there was a worried, and almost loving, look in his eyes for a fleeting moment. Perhaps I only thought that I had seen it. He dropped what he was holding on the floor and then he brought me closer to him, placing his arms around me. What was he doing? I could feel my cheeks warming, and my heart began throbbing heavily against my chest.
Why was he suddenly hugging me? I should have broken free, but for some reasons I couldn't quite decipher, I didn't.
"You're safe," he said softly. "When you return to your world you should try avoiding me as much as possible. Stay away from me. I would only endanger you. "
"What are you saying? Stop speaking in riddles."
He released the embrace. "I don't know why you're here, but you better be propped to bed."
"Go to bed? I'm perfectly fine."
He carried me and placed me on his arms as though I was but a child.
"Gokudera, I order you to put me to down! Octopus head, what are you doing?" I yelled and kicked violently, up to no avail.
He kicked the door (I had left it open) and sighed. "Stupid woman, you're so stubborn."
It was definitely him. Nobody heartlessly addressed me as stupid other than that rebel guy. At least now, I could be certain it was really him, not his older brother or something. He placed me ever so gently back to bed, and then he sat on the chair beside me.
He placed his hand in his silver hair. He looked annoyed. "What the hell happened to the past? What brought you here?"
I sat upright. Our eyes were leveled now. "Past?" I mimicked. "I don't know what you're saying, you re—"
"Hayato," he interrupted. "My name is Hayato, Kasumi."
The sound of my name coming from his lips felt oddly— how should I put it? — good and comforting. But wait, he wanted me to call him by his first name? Whatever was his problem?
"Why should I call you that? And why are you calling me Kasumi?"
Why was he so kind to me? Didn't he hate me? Several questions that I didn't know how to answer flooded my head like a wave of surging water.
"Is the younger version of you really that of a fool not to realize such a simple thing?" He was getting irked again, but there was no real fury in his features. "It's because…" He brought his face closer to mine, that I could almost feel his breath.
"What are you doing—?"
But before his face could be any nearer, I felt my self vanish. And I wasn't speaking figuratively. Literally disappeared. I didn't know if that's even possible, but it's actually what happened. And then, with a start, I realized that I was back on the Sawada household. I was seated in the couch and everyone was staring at me curiously, with a worried expression sculpted on their faces.
"What happened?" I asked, a bit frightened.
And they thus explained everything. The violet tube was actually called the ten year bazooka. And what it did to me just then was that it brought me ten years in the future, and my other older self switched places with me in the process, so she had been here in the present while I was on the future. The whole thing would only be for a mere five minutes.
That would mean that the future me was in the hospital? What happened? Suddenly what Gokudera had said was starting to make sense. So that was why he spoke that way. He knew I was from the past. Well, his past.
"The future you looked like she was in a really bad condition," Tsuna said in a quivering voice.
I managed to stare on Gokudera's direction. He didn't seem to be much interested on what was going on. He even looked angry, frowning and all.
When you return to your world you should try avoiding me as much as possible. Stay away from me. I would only endanger you.
I had just caught a glimpse of the future, and what my eyes first behold was, ironically, Gokudera. He was so different; imagine, he even gave me a warning that concerned my safety. But because I was prone to disobedience, I found myself wanting to know more about this guy I had first hated, and without fully realizing it, I was soon falling for him, despite his evident showcases of indifference, displeasure and hatred. Yes, I had to agree that I was as stupid as he often malevolently implied.
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