Of Secrets and Mafia.

Warning- OC included, OOC'ness, grammar mistakes.

Disclaimer- KHR belongs to Akira Amano.

Of Secrets and Mafia

Living with two siblings that is quite popular at school is hard, especially when you're not that pretty, well known, talented or popular. And, by any means, you are an ultra plain jane.

Sasagawa Ryohei and Sasagawa Kyoko are my siblings. The Sasagawa Ryohei and Kyoko.

I am Kyoko's twin, younger twin sister, although not many people know, in fact very selective people know about that fact, mainly because I barely look like either of them. I may have brown eyes but over half the student population in our school has brown eyes.

Not that mine's are big and pretty as Kyoko's.

I would admit any day that I don't look the best, and I don't have talents worthy enough to talk about, but does everyone have to look down on me?

It cuts even deeper when your own blood siblings seems to turn away from what is obvious…

"Their probably just playing around!"

"Kamiko! Don't say such things! He can't bully you, he seems so nice!"

My name is Sasagawa Kamiko, and I have dark, long hair and matching eyes. I'm not the smartest, but my grades are levitating in the B's sections. And my way to escape this cruel reality of the world, is by playing my instruments; something that calms down the raging waves within.

Sasagawa's Household.

A pair of dark eyes opened, blinking repeatedly, before the girl yawned and stretched. She jumped off her bed and began to make way to the bathroom.

The room was averaged-sized, and was kept plain with the theme colour of white and gold. The room was decorated sparsely with the props being just mainly her instruments. The desk was clean, yet there was scattered sheets of unfinished homework, while the finished ones are neatly packed into her bag. There was barely anything to connect her to the social outside world, apart from the phone on the bedside table; charging.

The door creaked open, and out stepped the girl with her face slightly wet and hair pulled back in a high ponytail.

She quickly slipped into her uniform and went downstairs to make her bento.

(5:30am)

As she closed the front door behind her, only a wind of a forgotten whisper was left to travel through the house with the remaining two residence, sleeping.

'Ittekimasu.'

When she arrived at the gate of the school; Nami-Middle, she began to walk automatically to the tree nearby. As usual, she arrived early in hopes of avoiding her siblings, and as hard as it was; it was worth it. Her brother would begin to wake up for his morning exercise by the time she locks the door.

Everything she does is for the determination of not seeing the sight of her family, even if that means to go to the shrine after class or eat cold food bought from the store, or if she was lucky to wake up a few minutes early to make an extra lunchbox for after school.

She pulled out a violin, and on some other days it would be a clarinet or perhaps a flute; whatever float her boats or what she is able to grab before jumping down the stairs like a madwoman and trying to not make any noise.

Her hands played itself, something that was embedded into her mind ever since she learnt it and replayed it for as long as it takes to do it whilst sleeping.

She stood in the shade of the tree, eyes half-opened and her movements were slow, yet precise, but very gentle and graceful.

She played, and played, until her ears caught the sound of an ear-splitting scream and her eyes snapped opened. She took a glance at her phone and checked the time, blinking when a bright flash of '6:45' and started to put everything back in the case.

When finish, she walked out of the shade and blinked, surprised at the sight of a boy running from an infant holding a gun and shooting with loud bangs.

"HIEE! Reborn! Stop shooting me!"

"A Mafia boss should always be ready and early, dame-Tsuna."

She raised a brow, but decided not to question the sanity of the small town in Japan of Namimori.

Her eyes widen when a body came crashing onto her and her back slammed onto the ground.

"Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry" And continuous mumbles of 'sorry's' came sprouting form the male's mouth.

She stared, before standing up and brushed of the dirt and then stuck out her hand to help him up when she saw that he was still on the ground.

She gave a small bow, before walking through the now-opened gates.

"Eh? She goes to Nami-Middle? How come I've never seen her…"

"Dame-Tsuna, you still got lots to learn."

Inside the school.

Location; Prefect's Den.

He tapped his pen against the desk, eyes looking at the clock and, exactly on time, he heard a little thud and spun his chair around to face the window.

Like everyday, a girl with dark hair and neat uniform would stand there and play, any instrument and any song to her likings.

Due to curiosity, he went and searched for her files a few years back and found that she was the younger twin sister to the school's princess; Sasagawa Kyoko, and Sasagawa Ryohei.

The girl on the ground was named Kamiko, and had average grades of B's and a liking towards her instruments. And on rare days, her face would turn away from the shade and he would be able to caught sight of her features.

Heart shape face with pink lips and cheeks, making him think she must have put on at least some blush or lipgloss. Her eyes were dark, just like her long dark hair that reaches her mid back even when tied high up, but at the right moment, her eyes would appear a light brown –the colour of honey-.

And, as if it was a routine, he would listen to her play till the bell chimes, but today, a scream was heard and the music stopped. He twitched, before seeing that it was a brunet with gravity defying hair; someone who has been causing quite a lot of troubles these past few days.

He frowned, and turned away and went back to the endless stack of paperwork.

(Lunch.)

It was a pain.

To have to swap my violin into my locker, with an extra two locks, and take out a clarinet.

But, the violin was not to the left out during lunch, in case anyone comes and sees the costly item and find the need to destroy it, and clearly, the clarinet was slightly cheaper to replace.

And then, as normal, I would run up the stairs leading to the rooftop, a place no one would go to, and at times, I would have to spread ghost rumors about that area to scare others away, not that I actually spread it, I just drop little paper with stories around the school.

I normally don't eat at exactly the school's lunch time, and would leave it until I'm actually hungry. It mostly developed from my lunch being thrown away, forgotten, or given away, and I would have to go on without food; and ya'know, I got used to it.

But even so, I would still try and force down a few bites, because, why not? And soon spend the rest of the lunch playing with the clarinet, spinning it around my fingers and giving it life through the means of music.

I blinked. Ears twitching at the sound of frantic footsteps running, closer and closer, and with each movement, it became louder.

And before I managed to comprehend what happened, I realised that I was already on the ground with a sharp pain shooting up from my stomach and behind.

Looking up, it wasn't hard to see a face of the male from the morning, especially if he was mere inches from your face.

"HIEE! Sorry! I'm so sorry!" He stood up, applying more pressure on the arm that was already digging into my stomach. I managed out a grunt and pushed myself up into a sitting position, and looked down at the sight of a broken clarinet. A slight cry from the brunet took my attention, and it wasn't hard to see that he was guilty.

Nor was it hard to hear two more calls from his companions, if by hearing his name being called out.

Two males, the recent transfer student, Gokudera Hayato, and baseball ace, Yamamoto Takeshi.

"Juudaime! Are you okay? Do I need to blow up this girl for you?" Gokudera Hayato screamed.

With all the commotion going on, it turned out that my supposed normal routine of my everyday lunch was changed, so there was honestly no point in staying. I stood up and brushed off the non-existence dust from my skirt and picked up my lunch box, including the broken pieces of the once was a clarinet and ran away, ignore the shouts from the gravity-defying brunet.

I rather not interact with people who are not sane.

…It's contagious.

(After school.)

"…" Kamiko stared at the male with odd-coloured eyes and an amused smirk –or grin, she honestly can't tell the different when it comes to people like him-

"Oya Oya." He called out, breaking her from her trance.

"…pineapple…?" She pointed ignored the strange glint in his blood red eyes, that seemed to have a kanji number within it and the insane twitched of his lips and stared directly at the pointy spikes of the tuff of dark blue hair.

She did blinked when she saw his eye twitched in annoyance.

"…Gomen." He voice was barely louder than a whisper and brushed away the fact that if he even heard the apology and walked away, not letting the stare of amusement from the male disturb her.

.

.

.

.

"Kufufu~ Sasagawa Kamiko, hm?"

If anyone asked her, she'll reply that she have never seen sight of a male with two coloured eyes and weirdly shaped hair, or a brunet with fluffy hair running away from an infant with a green gun shooting him, or even at the sight of a grey haired male throwing dynamites.

Clearly, in Namimori, it was sometimes better to be oblivious to the insanity than to have knowledge of it. It's too damaging to the brain if you have information about it, and god forbid, being involved.

Kamiko doesn't want to be involved.

She would not be involved.

You can't make her.

She currently likes being the invisible girl of the school with two popular siblings and an obsession with unanimated objected that you have to give life to instead. Even if it was painful sometimes, it was nice.

All because she is still sane.

…If anyone in Namimori is still sane…