Of Secret and Mafia

Chapter 9.

A/N: So…I've never thought this FF would have over 200 followers and be included in 3 communities. I started off this FF as a way of seeing if I could write something that would intrigue others and is different from other OC's included FF. Also, who knew that there were people who ships Kamiko and Byakuran, even though they haven't had a single interaction. I ship 'em. Oops.

Enjoy.

'Every new day is another chance to change your life'

-Anonymous

"Stand up, kora." A voice called up, slightly high pitch, catching the attention of everyone that's on the arena. Kamiko tilt her head up, staring at the infant that was currently in the air with a seagull holding him up.

"Colonello!" Tsunayoshi exclaimed.

This Colonello had a tuff of blond hair, held back with a green, camouflage bandana and a black and white '1' pin. The rifle on his back was far bigger in size to his body. And alike to Reborn and Mammon, he had a pacifier around his neck, although light blue in colour.

"Voi! That brat is Colonello, one of the Arcobaleno." Squalo informed, "Why is he here?"

"Kyoko caught me and made me late, kora."

Kamiko blinked, taken back by the name of her sister.

"Were you playing with Kyoko-chan again?"

Kamiko narrowed her eyes, ''again?' what does he mean by 'again'? Why is Kyoko even interacting with someone involved in the mafia?'

"It's about time," Colonello started, "Show him your real strength, Ryohei!"

"No matter who says what at this point, it's useless. This boy is done for. I'll be taking him." Lussuria stated, a grin on his face the whole time.

Kamiko watched as her brother slowly stood up, "Colonello-shishou. I've been waiting for those words!"

And smoke started to come from his body, a sign of his sweat furiously evaporating.

"Between you and me, our bodies were sculpted differently. You won't hold out much longer under these burning lights." Lussuria continued, "Hurry up and join my collection."

"No, Not yet!"

"Nothing good will come from standing up. Your punches won't work against me."

"Yeah," Ryohei agreed, "It won't work. My left didn't!"

"Now that he mention it, he' s only used his left hands since he saved Fuuta."

"That's right. He hasn't used his right even once, Kora."

"But why?" Tsunayoshi questioned.

"First, it's to let his cells rest and to get them into their best condition. Second, it is because he is the Guardian of Sun!" Colonello shouted out his last words.

"This right hand here is to reflect overwhelming odds!"

"That's perfect!" Lussuria exclaimed. "That's hilarious!"

"What's so funny?"

"I don't know how powerful the punch you've been storing up could be, but it's pointless if it doesn't connect."

And is if it was simply an illusion, multiple figures of Lussuria appeared, circling around Ryohei

Kamiko wince when the body of her brother slammed against the fence, before dropping onto the ground.

'Ouch.'

"I'm fine." Ryohei stated, "Let's go."

Kamiko leaned closer, both trying to hide her body and be able to hear what is going on. There were times when her view was hidden by the group, but it was better than to go to the rooftop, where you have to pass Hibari Kyoya's office.

"There." Her brother moved his foot, and brought out his right fist.

"Maximum Cannon!" He shouted out.

"That would've been bad if it was a solid hit."

Kamiko blinked, not knowing where this was going and wondered if he had just wasted the 'power' he stored up in his fist has gone to waste, until the lights started to flicker out and shatter, creating an image of glitter falling down. The area was visibly darker, and he stared as her brother snapped open his eyes.

Kamiko deadpanned after listening to their explanation, pretty sure that sweat cannot evaporate to only leave your body covered in salt to be used to destroy lights, but she'll leave it at that and not question the logic.

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"Kamiko." She blinked, jerking back to turn around and be face with a male with steel gray eyes.

'H-Hibari Kyoya?!"

"…Hello..?" She tried to play off her fear, hoping he won't hurt her for staying back at school at night.

"Follow." He stated, turning around quick enough to make the black jacket on his shoulders flutter. She reluctantly obeyed his instruction, turning back once more to take a glance at her brother, and left.

"Big Brother!"

Kamiko halted her movements of about to come closer to the battle. Her hand twitched, and she immediately turned around and pressed her back against the closest wall, praying silently no one noticed her.

She had planned to come straight back and to watched the fight when Hibari Kyoya was finished talking to her, but upon hearing that familiar voice, her plan ceased to be put in action and she walked away from the arena and made her way home, in a state of half running and half wanting to stay.

She ignored the way her arm shivered and goose bumps covered the skin that was open to the wind. She threw her hair into a messy ponytail, in the midst of running, and changed her directions to the park nearby her house, rather than to her house. She leaned against a poll, taking in deep breaths, panting heavily, and rests her hands on her knees. The park was dark, no doubt, and no one was there, which was either a good thing or a dangerous choice for her to stay at. She slipped her finger into the front pocket of her sweater and held onto the small knife for reassurance. She pulled herself together and walked towards a swing, plopping herself onto the seat and held onto the chain.

She began to wonder, if it was a coward move to run once she heard the voice of her twin, a girl barely minutes older than her, and to ditch her brother in times of his fight because she was too scared to confront her twin.

But, it was the effect of being put in the older girl's shadow that made her so self-conscious and doubtful to speak up.

"Stupid-Kamiko. What are you even doing…" She whimpered out, breaking the silence.

"Yea, what are you doing?" She jerked back, pulling out the knife and flipped it open, holding it with both hand tightly and turned to the source of the voice.

She expected a shady person, not a boy a few years older than her with blond, shaggy hair and matching eyes, or so she thinks because, frankly, it was quite dark and she could hardly see.

"Who are you?" She spoke out, hoping her won't notice the crack in her voice towards the end as she pretend she wasn't scared.

"I'm Kyoya's teacher, Dino. I'm ashamed you haven't heard of me from him…" His facial expression changed to a gloom as he neared the last part.

"…" She hid her shock, and to be fair, she didn't expect Hibari Kyoya's teacher to be a male just a few years older and look a bit happy-go-lucky.

He tilt his head, smiling, before walking closer to her. Kamiko let out the breath she was unconsciously holding in, and slump down onto the plastic seat of the swing, ignoring the loud creaking sound and jiggling of the metal chain.

"So, who are you?" The male questioned, coming to sit on the swing next to hers.

"Sasagawa Kamiko." She answered monotonously, kicking forward to make the swing move.

At the corner of her eye, she saw him nodding.

"…Hibari Kyoya…has been…training me, I guess…" She spoke out, breaking the silence.

"Training you? Why?" His face converted to bewildered, completely baffled on why a suppose school girl would take training lesson from someone that is being classified as a 'demon' from the people in the town.

"…I…I committed a crime and am paying the price." She replied, hoping he won't continue to ask.

She received a nod.

"...Wait. Sasagawa? Then, Ryohei's your…?" He trailed off, hinting for her to answer.

"…Brother." She ignored his look if he noticed her hesitance in saying that the mentioned male was her brother, or the way her hands tighten around the chain, making her fist turn white and her nails digging into her skin, almost painfully.

After a nearly painful silence pause, the male stood up, brushing away any sand that flew onto his pants and held out a hand to the girl. Purposely ignoring the way her eyes widened and tears glittered the bottom of her eyelids. He won't pry into her personal life he she doesn't want him to.

Her eyes glued to his hand, and he patiently watched as her hand slowly came out, trembling and full of doubt.

Her hand was cold, and was limp. He tugged her up, "I'll walk you home."

She froze, mentally asking herself if it was safe to agree to a stranger walking her home.

"…Or not." She watched as he grinned, scratching the back of his head, "How 'bout, I walk you to Tsuna's house? You know him?"

She deadpanned, sighing, and just pulled her hand out of his grip and walked forward.

"Hey! Wait! It's not good for girls like you to walk home alone! Especially at night…" He called out, words ringing in the night.

She weighted each option. Before spinning around and crossed her arms, she felt that she should mention that it's completely pointless, and although it was nice of him to offer to walk her home, her house was barely 5 kilometers away and was located at the far end of the street.

"It's…okay. I can walk home." She spoke out, turning around and walking off once more, picking up her pace when she heard the sounds of footsteps trailing after her. And soon, she was almost running.

She only stopped when she heard a soft 'thud' behind her, and spun around, sweatdropping at the sight of the blond male on the ground, face flat against the pavement.

She walked forwards, gripping onto his forearm and tugged him up, pulling out a band-aid from her sweater, faintly remembering that she left band-aids in each and every clothing of her's with pocket, in case of any incidents that involves her bleeding.

She peeled the backing off and stuck it against the palm of the blond, and continued her way home,, hoping her wasn't foolish enough to follow her to her house.

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She was wrong to think he won't take up the challenge to follow her all the way home. And it made her wonder what allowed her to let him in and in currently sitting in front of him, drinking warm tea, or in his case, hot chocolate.

"…" She narrowed her eyes, glancing at the glaring red clock, '9:37'.

She wondered what her parents would think once they heard that she let a male into their house at thirty-seven minutes past nine at night.

She let out a long breath.

"So…Where is your brother?" Dino asked, smiling goofily.

"…Somewhere."

"Ah."

"…"

She really hopes he will leave soon. Preferably before her siblings come home.

That'll be nice.

Rays of lights passed through the cracks of the curtains, shinning directly onto the face of the brunette, forcing her to wake up. Brown eyes glanced towards the clock, blinking once, twice, before snapping fully open.

"What the-"

She cut herself off, rushing towards the bathroom, ignoring the blanket wrapped around her foot and threatening to trip her.

She ruffled her hair, inwardly screaming in rage. Her arms slipped through the white cloth of her school shirt, and on top was the navy sweater.

She cursed the blond for making her stay up far later than she should, last night, hence, getting less sleep.

Annoyed with the task of brushing through the tangles that littered her long hair, she hastily used a hair tie to bun up her hair.

She pointedly ignored her reflection in the mirror as she passed it on her way down the stairs to the entrance of the house.

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Yamamoto Takeshi froze, staring at the girl and grinned.

"Kamiko!"

His grinned widened when he saw he freezing, robotically turning around, before breaking out in a run.

He never really though he'll see the day where he'll see her all messed up, hair sticking in all directions, and clothes clearly wrinkled and hastily thrown on.

The girl that would look all professional, yet gloomy, was replaced with a girl that looks like she woke up minutes before.

Obviously, she was far of a slower runner than he was, and with a quick sprint, he easily caught up to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, slightly turning her around to face him.

"Yo."

"…Hi." He smiled at the way her eyes twitched, and leaned forward. His hand moved from her shoulder to her head, pulling out the hair tie and ran a hand through her hair, flabbergasted at the fact that there were less knots than he expected.

"…There. All pretty."

Her face promptly flushed red.

And he really did hope, that the old Kamiko was back, and if not, then he'll force her to come back.

Kamiko frowned. The letter in her hand was crinkled at where her fingers rested, and trembled slightly in her grip.

The letter was short, and made her wonder why they would bother with writing a letter rather than giving a simple text message. Her eyes went to the date, figuring that they wrote the letter only merely two days ago.

'How are you?

It has been awhile, but your Mother and I have decided to come home to visit, and would be staying for a week.'

Kamiko shook her head, it was a pointless gesture to send a letter through the mail and to wait for two days for it to arrive, and not mention in the letter when they are going to come. She walked back into the house and left the letter on the kitchen counter, hoping that her siblings wouldn't mind the tiny rips made by her nails.

It wasn't as if she disliked them, in fact, it was the opposite. She adored them, a lot, but when it comes to the term 'parenting' they weren't exactly the very best and have priorities set wrong. If they perhaps didn't favor a child more so than the other, then perhaps the conflict between her and her siblings won't be there.

She too out her phone, with such little contacts that it makes her wonder why she even own one.

After sending and quick affirmative text to her Father, she walked back into her room and flopped onto her bed, sighing happily when it sunk under her weight and fluffed up around her frame.

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"Hibari Kyoya…?" Her voice wavered, and held heavy hesitation.

"The knife I gave you," He started, not looking back at her, "I expect you to find a use for it."

"…?" She made a sound at the back of her throat, a queue for confusion.

"Did you really think that I gave you a knife barely bigger than your hand and want you to go into a battle field with it?" She leaned back, not exactly shocked by the amount of words he said, but rather that he was giving her a task.

She nodded, "I…I am meant to…make it more useful?"

"Hn."

She then bowed, knowing full well that he could see her action from the reflection of the window, and left the room.

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She twirled the pocket knife, flipping it open and close, while staring at the ceiling.

Apparently, Hibari Kyoya hadn't handed her the knife and told her to go and fight men in guns with it, but rather he had given her the task of finding something useful to do with the knife, that was barely larger than the size of her hand and could fit comfortably in the back pocket of her jeans.

She really didn't want to be the fool that went out on a battlefield with men that uses guns and flames with nothing but a laughable knife.

And although she'd be more of a medic, now knowing that she has sun flames, she'll rather be able to fight and to know some movements that would enable her to protect both herself and others.

Abruptly, she stopped and sat up straight. Her eyes narrowed and she quickly moved to search through her bookshelf. Contrarily to popular beliefs of her bookshelf only containing books of music and of such, she owns other books. Such as books regarding on medical, and poison. But it wouldn't be easy to simply obtain poison and/or poisonous plants, mainly because it was probably illegal. That is, if you don't have connections, and Kamiko was pretty sure Hibari Kyoya is the so-called 'connection'.

She grinned, an action many won't see often, and reached over to her table to grab hold of her phone.

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She bowed, forcing back a grin. It was a sight to behold, an image of the Hibari Kyoya holding onto a pot of plants, bright plants to be exact.

"Don't touch it." She stated, reaching out to take hold of the pot, careful not to touch the plant or the soil.

"Hn." He gave her a look, as if she thought he was foolish enough to do so.

"…Thankyou." She said before she ran home, a glint in her eyes.

She blinked, unsure of why the blond infant was sitting on the couch in her living room.

"…Hello."

"Hey."

The infant looked up from his task of cleaning his rifle, and stared at the pot in her hands.

"Aren't rhododendrons…poisonous…?"

"…Yea…" She nodded, walking up the stairs to her room, "Where's Kyoko?"

"Out with Haru and Hana."

"Oh."

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Colonello didn't know what to think when the youngest child of the Sasagawa family came home with a plant that was known to cause fatal side effects, such as causing difficult breathing and could lead to coma. He had expected her to be harmless, after all a girl with long brown hair and large brown eyes is the epitome of innocent.

That was until he saw the plant and the strange glint in her eyes. Straight after the girl was upstairs and in her room, and he made sure she wouldn't hear the conversation, he took his phone and dialed Reborn.

"Who is Sasagawa Kamiko?"

"…Find out yourself."

"Reborn! Oi! Kora! Don't hang up!"

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He looked at the plate in front of him, turning his head to the door, then to the clock. He wondered why the other girl wasn't home yet, and if it was safe to consume the food that the younger twin made. It looks safe, but he saw her carry a handful of poisonous plant, and who knows if she added it to his food. He glanced up, seeing her look intently at him.

"…Well?"

He gulped, and took a bite.

He won't deny it, it tasted nice, like real good, but it could be just like Bianchi's and within the span of ten seconds, he could be rolling on the floor dead.

The girl in front of his was chewing on her food, before he heard her sighed, and swapped her plate with his.

"…There."

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"Seconds. Kora."

"…Here"

She took a glance at the mirror, passing it by on the way to her table. After a quick moment of hesitation and think-through, she went into the bathroom. She ran her fingers through the length of her hair, trailing down to her waist, cringing at each knots and tangles there were. And with a quick flick of a wrist, she made a pony tail with the elastic just at the base of her neck, and tugged it down slightly so it rested against her back, just a few inches under her neck.

She flipped open the sharp knife, silently wondering if Hibari Kyoya would hurt her for using the weapon her gave her for something so insignificant, such as cutting her hair with it. But then again, she rather didn't want to use a knife or scissors from the kitchen that has been dealt with for food. And she is sure that her scissors are far too blunt to cut through the thick layers of her hair.

She took in a deep breath, and swiped it through her hair, surprised at the lack of difficulties. But immediately winced at the jagged cuts of her hair.

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Ryohei back-tracked, after walking past his youngest sister, and turned to stare at her. His eyes did a quick check and he realised she had cut her hair, to the length of just under the chin. And it was a far difference to her usual waist-long hair.

He almost wanted to cry out, because in all honestly, he had liked her long hair, and it had gave him the image that she was innocent and naive to the dangers of the world.

"What brought up the change?" He asked, hoping that it would be some really meaningful message and some inspiring quotes that made her chop off a whole lot of hair, not unlike a reply of-

"...I felt like it..."

Ryohei froze.

He'll never understand his youngest sister.

Ever.

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Kamiko didn't jump when a hand landed on her shoulder, she had somewhat been awaiting for it and it has become something akin to a routine, where he'll stop her and try to get something out of her.

"Yo!" He blinked, before the grin came back, "You cut your hair."

And with that, he lifted his hand up and ruffled her hair, dodging when she tried to wave his hand off her hair, and puffed at the bush he created.

She tried to glare, but knowing Yamamoto, he laughed it off, unaffected by her somewhat glare.

When the teacher finally backed away from the board, and excused the class, practically everyone stood up and ran towards the door. All except Kamiko, who tugged onto the sleeve of another person, gently pulling them backwards, and awaited for the classroom to clear.

"Kyoko."

"Kamiko."

"…"

The older of the two looked away, biting at her lip.

"I won't forget."

"What?"

Kyoko's head snap back to face the younger girl, frowning, "What…are you saying?" She, couldn't for the life of her, understand what was going on. And to be honest, she was fine with going on everyday pretending she didn't have a younger sister. There was Hana, her best friend, and Haru, the newer one, that filled in the empty space of a sister in her life. And it wasn't as if her younger twin didn't have any friends, obviously, since she saw with her own eyes, that Kamiko would interact with Yamamoto Takeshi, and even Hibari Kyoya.

"I won't forget everything that you've done to me."

Kyoko wanted to state that she have done nothing to her younger sister, and that it was fine that she wouldn't forget. And although she missed having her in her arms and act like they were identical, the bond was broken and it would be hard to fix it.

"What are you going at?"

"I still remember the way you pushed me aside…and…I…" Kamiko hesitated. Wondering why she is bothering to speak out when things were going fine as it was for the past years.

"Are you not happy? You have friends, don't you?" Kyoko asked, sure that her sister was happy and should ignore the past.

"…What?"

"You are happy. I've seen you smile, and laugh, with people."

"So, this is what you using as an excuse. It's not about me, whether I have friends or not, it's about us." In a haste to explain, Kamiko promptly ignored the pauses and forced the words to come out, almost in a hiss.

"What about us?"

"We are sisters, no twins, and we haven't spoken a single words to each others in years." Kamiko hissed out.

"I-I…You never made an effort to speak out either." Kyoko stepped up, closer to the other girl.

And Kamiko knew what she was saying was true, she could've spoken out years ago, but chose not to. And perhaps that most of this was her fault, that she never spoke out or act upon whatever she was feeling, keeping everything in until it was too late.

"…I…I…" She couldn't put it into words, and kept tripping over the syllables, mentally hitting herself.

"Kamiko. Let's forget about the past, and start anew." Kyoko suggested, and Kamiko couldn't find it in herself to deny that request, only nodding wordlessly, and stared as the other girl left the room.

She slumped down, falling against the chair behind her desk, cringing at the screech the foot of the chair made against the floor.

The talk didn't go as planned, in her mind, she had thought of it being her speaking out and telling the other girl everything she felt, from since she was young to now. But, all that came out was stumbled words and sentences that didn't make much sense and was almost a complete waste of time. She had wanted Kyoko to feel left out, as well as how she had felt, only to find out that she was, too, blamed, and that she mindlessly accept the proposal to be 'sisters' once more.

And perhaps it was all in her head, the conflict, the way she felt when Kyoko was more loved, and everything that has happened.

"Well…That was…fun."

She spoke out to the silent room, wondering how Kyoko felt all this time.

She let out a groan and dropped her head into her palms.

"...Ryohei?" She called out, looking at the male standing in front of the door leading to their home.

"Kamiko." Said girl stood still as the male walked closer to her, gently pushing her inside the house and closing the door behind.

She hesitated, wondering what would happen once they both settle down onto their seats. Bit that was to be answered shortly after when Ryohei opened his mouth and started.

"I am officially the Sun Guardian to Vongola." He said, almost excitedly. In reply, Kamiko nodded, "And I spoke to Kyoko."

"Okay...Wait. What." For all Ryohei knew, Kamiko and Kyoko would not speak to each other, and out of no where, Kamiko informed him that she just spoke to her older twin.

"...We are...okay with each other." She forced out, not exactly knowing what their relationship is.

And with that, Kamiko took her leave.

It wasn't false to say that Ryohei was worried about her, the way she looked when she said that the two girls were okay with each other and worrying and the way her face changed to look as if... she was almost regretting it. And it worries him.

She wanted to curse, to scream, and to beg for forgiveness. How is it that she'd never be able to follow what is right, always going onto the wrong path, going against what is right to just prove her worth.

She sucked it up, putting on a façade of determination and smiled, "Of course, whatever you wish for, Byakuran."

Her smile grew at his chuckle, and watched as he leaned in to offer her his marshmallows, pouting when she denied it.

Under the table, she clenched her fist, letting her nails dig into her palm, forcing little droplets of red appear onto her pale skin.

"So, how is it working out, to be allies with Vongola?" She questioned.

"Hm? Once this is all done, we'll obtain all of the rings, including the arcobaleno's. To create a world we all wish for, a world full of peace."

She wanted to complain about how delusional he was being, about how this was wrong and this isn't what world peace is about. But she pushed it aside and smiled.

"Is that so."

And when he turned away, she frowned at her left hand, using her right to twist at the ring placed upon her forth finger. She wanted to pull it off, to deny everything, but perhaps it was a bit too late.

Too late to change whoever she became.

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When the news came, she collapsed against the plush couch, shoving her face into the palms of her hands and let out a choked back scream, hoping no one would hear her.

She shook her head, furiously denying everything, whispering that whatever had just happened was just an illusion her mind made up, to scare her.

"Kamiko?"

She froze, tilting her head up and gulped when she saw purple eyes that were narrowed and full of questions.

"Byakuran."

She wiped away the tears threatening to fall, and put up a smile.

"Why are you sad? Isn't this just a step towards our goal?"

"Sad? Why would I be sad?" She denied, "I am merely crying out of pure disbelief on how easy it was to get rid of Vongola tenth. He should have put up more of a fight, isn't that right?"

"Is that so?" She nearly fell back against the back of the couch in pure relief once she saw the happy glint coming back through the male's eyes.

"Who's the next target?" She asked.

"…That's a secret!"

She forced a smile.

And hid the shivers that past through her.

She blinked, rubbing her eyes.

"I…fell asleep…?" She asked, to no one in particular.

"What…What was that."

Those images, flashes, and people who should look so familiar yet so different; it perturbs her.

And for no reasons, she glanced down at her ring finger, feeling as if something would be wrapped around there.

She just hopes that in the future, things would go well and she'll be on the right track.

Hopefully.

'Letting go does not mean giving up, but rather accepting that there are things that cannot be.'

-Anonymous.

A/N;

Who knew, Byakuran and Kamiko, ay?

After a few chapters of no more KnB omakes, I got a few asks about whether I was going to continue the omakes or make a complete new series for it. For the meantime, I don't plan to continue the KnB omakes and only have decided to do other fandoms and universes omakes. But, maybe in the future I'll create a new OC in the KnB fandom.

Here is a Naruto-verse omake. Believe it.

Of Secret and Mafia

Omake.

Naruto Universe Omake.

AU/Universe transfer Kamiko.

Naruto x Katekyo Hitman Reborn crossover.

Sasagawa Kamiko was a normal civilian girl with no shinobi related background. Her grades at school was fairly average and her physical abilities were a little under the standard civilian girl ranks.

Her birthday of turning to the age of 12 had allowed her to be able to work at the local bakery, which she took the deal head on once she heard of the news.

She would normally begin her ordinary everyday by throwing her hair into a quick high pony tail and running down the street to the bakery after putting on a sweater. And from there, she would bake until the opening hour of 8 and would go to school at 15 to 9.

Which was one of the main reasons why she would miss the groups of freshly graduated ninjas going into the store to buy breakfast or to buy a snack for recess.

Until one day, out of the blue, her year group was given a day off of school, and so, she took that day to work at the bakery.

She quickly brushed through the knots in her hair and tied it at the base of her neck and pinned her fringe back to the right side of her face. Her outfit was a plain white jumper and black shorts. To her, it wouldn't matter much on what she wore as her normal red apron would hide her clothes.

"Hello." She greeted as she walked through the door, going straight to get he apron and tying it around herself.

"Hello Kamiko!" The owner happily greeted back, throwing a wave before going back to kneeing the dough.

Kamiko walked over to the pot on the stove and stared at the custard, dipping a finger in to taste it before adding a little more milk.

Both the females worked, and only the owner heard the door chime and quickly fixed the sign from 'closed' to 'open'.

"Chouji-kun! Shikamaru-kun!" She cried out, grabbing a paper bag and following the boys around to pick out the breads and cakes they would normally order.

Kamiko glanced up from her work, and blinked. Although she had her fair share of seeing ninjas around and about on the streets, she had never really been so close to a ninja her age.

She tilt her head, noticing that they were probably customers that came daily as the owner was able to greet them with their name and get the freshly baked goods like she did it everyday.

"…" She turned around as she heard the oven gave a ring, pulling out the new creation she had created after a few dozen tries since the previous year and waited a few minutes for it to cool as she walked back to the chocolate on the double boiler.

She quickly drizzle light layer on top and grinned slightly. Not noticing the boy with red swirls on his cheeks stare at the dessert.

"What…What is that?" He looked at her and stared with admiration.

"It is…cream puff."

"Cream puff?"

"…A pastry with…custard cream filling." She explained, bringing one up closer to him, "This is...the first time it turned out good. …Would you like to taste test it…?"

She watched as he grinned, taking it out of her hand and plopping it into his mouth, munching on it.

"It's nice!" He looked up, thinking, before saying once more, "Although, it cream was a bit too plain."

"…Oh."

"But don't take me wrong! It was really good!"

"..." She smiled, before taking the tray and putting a few into a white box, and leaving the rest on the counter.

"Then…Would you like to take some more?"

The whole time, the brunet with spiky hair stood and stared, mumbling a few words before grabbing one to taste himself.

She blinked, gripping the box in her hands tightly, being careful to not squash any of the pastries inside.

"Akimichi-san?"

She glanced over at the group, staring at the tall male with a stick in his mouth, to the girl with long pale yellow hair. Kamiko blinked, wanting to ask how she could maintain such long hair, before shaking her head and handing the box to Akimichi Chouji.

"5 cream puff, 10 melon bun, 4 éclairs, 8 croissants, and 3 fruit bread…"

"Thanks Kamiko-chan!"

She nodded, before turning around and was about to go off back to the shop, until she was stopped by the girl in the group.

"Wait! Who are you?"

"…Sasagawa Kamiko…I work at...the local bakery…"

The girl grinned, shoving a hand in front of her face, "I am Yamanaka Ino! This is Sarutobi Asuma. I assume you know Chouji and Shikamaru?"

"…Yea…"

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Kamiko blinked, twirling the 'knife' around with her finger through the little hole at one end.

She had only ever used knife in cooking and baking, not in fighting or to use it to hurt or protect.

"So! Today, we are going to teach you how to fight and use a kunai!"

She stared at Ino, blinking once, twice, before voicing out her thoughts, "I…I chose to be a civilian for a reason…"

"Nonsense!"

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Minutes later, Ino sweatdropped, watching as Kamiko cut herself with the tip of the kunai, and instead of crying out, she stood there and stared at the wound.

"Kamiko…Are you not going to put a band-aid on it?"

"…I'm…bleeding."

"…Yea."

"..I'm bleeding."

"I can see that."

After a while of pure silence and simply staring at the brown-haired girl, she tipped backwards and fell into a state of unconsciousness.

The group of 4 sweatdropped.

A/N; The new cover image is Kamiko's new look with her short hair.

Poll for future pairing with Kamiko is currently up.

16/4/16.