Don't hurt me, plz. I promise to work on my other stories (mainly GA) and hopefully have a new chapter up for it by Saturday.

Hopefully.

Anyways, I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!.

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Guadagnare*

(transitive) to earn, make

(transitive) to gain, get, win, reach

(intransitive) to rise

*Is also an Italian swordplay term.

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A rude awakening; idiom; A sudden and often unwelcome realization

Also known as the first time I saw him.

It wasn't until I was ten that I realized where I was, when I got that rude awakening. I also realized how seriously messed up things might (would) turn out. Because, what the absolute hell?

Maybe I should go back a bit and say I was reborn into this life roundabout ten years ago. I'd questioned it until my head hurt, but ultimately I had just let go and went with it – partly because stressing baby me out meant hell for my parents, and partly because I figured I'd just been reincarnated in Japan. So I'd attempted to take it slow – because I did not want to be some sort of prodigy. The pressure of that was so not something that I had wanted (I still didn't want it). I just wanted to live another normal life.

That was shot dead the moment my first day of classes in primary school started that year, because entering a classroom across the hall was Sawada Tsunayoshi.

The protagonist of Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and future Vongola Decimo.

Now, why would this have any significant impact on me? Well, upon recognizing him, I'd realized something else. And quite frankly, I felt kind of stupid for not noticing it earlier.

My father is Yamamoto Tsuyoshi. And I was kind of Yamamoto Takeshi. "Kind of" because, one, I'm a girl. And two, my name is Yamamoto Takara.

And wasn't that just peachy.

Yamamoto Takeshi, who was supposed to be Sawada Tsunayoshi's Rain Guardian.

Yamamoto Takeshi, who was supposed to fight and win against Superbi Squalo.

Yamamoto Takeshi, who was not supposed to be Yamamoto Takara.

What did this even mean when it came to the plot? Would I still end up being the Rain Guardian, and did I even want to for that matter? Because there was no way I'd be playing baseball in the near future, nor was there any way I was going to jump off a roof.

But what would happen if I didn't catch Reborn's eye and become Tsuna's Rain Guardian?

When it came down to it he had to have one. If not Yamamoto Takeshi, then who would take the position? Iemitsu might, if there were no other options, have Basil take the position. That wouldn't end well though – no offence to Basil, but Squalo would destroy him – and the Rain Battle was a vital one to win. Or it might be some random kid that either wasn't in canon, or had been a background character. Someone who had probably been a background character for a reason.

For now I couldn't really do anything. All I could do was continue with my life – I have four years to worry over it, right? Four years to figure out if I wanted to be involved in the plot. A plot that could end up killing me, whether I'm part of the main group or not.

Dear lord, what did I do to deserve this?

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"Mah, mah," Matsushita-sensei squatted, forearms on her knees, "You all right, Takara-chan? You haven't been yourself these last few days, kiddo."

A couple of kids somersaulted in the background, one failing and falling with an "oomph" to their back as I looked up through my lashes at Matsushita-sensei. Her eyes showed mild concern and I couldn't help but wonder if I was that obvious about my concerns. If I'd really let them get to me.

"I'm fine, Matsushita-sensei! I've just…" I bit my lip, watching another kid pull a backflip, "I've just been thinking about quitting gymnastics."

Which I was.

I'd given it some serious thought as the school year passed by, and the more I thought about the possible outcomes of the future and the plot I decided that I had to do something – at least for myself; I still didn't know if I really wanted to be the Rain Guardian.

Also, yes, I know, what kind of world was it where Yamamoto Takeshi took gymnastics. It wasn't like I knew who I was, and it wasn't like I wasn't my own person. And it wasn't like I was going to pick up baseball.

Not that there was anything wrong with baseball.

Or, in my case, I suppose it would be softball.

I just wasn't interested in it; not after I'd been forced to play in my past life when I was younger. Besides, it was kind of boring – so were most other sports, if I was being honest. Gymnastics was a dynamic sort of thing that required a lot of training; besides, flipping around was fun. But if I was going to be involved with the plot, I needed kendo, not gymnastics.

"Oh, but why, dear?" My young teacher looked awfully put out, "You're doing so well."

A lopsided smile lit my face as my nose crinkled, "I kind of want to give that kendo stuff my dad did a shot. But I won't quit practicing what I know, promise!"

Matsushita-sensei offered a kind, somewhat resigned smile before nodding and pushing me along to the door since lessons were over for the day. Though she did still seem uncomfortable with the fact that I was walking home alone – something that I'd been doing for a while, since dad couldn't just up and leave the restaurant. Besides, home was only a ten or so minute walk away from the studio – and it wasn't like I didn't know how to incapacitate someone if need be. Self-defense was something I'd learned a little of in my last life, when I first entered college, and I remembered enough of it.

…But that was far in the past; far in another dimension.

"Tou-chan, I'm home!"

And I was here, not there. As trippy as that was and would always be.

"Ahh! Welcome home, Taka-chan!"

For a moment I just watched him as he continued making sushi for one of the customers, and I wondered how he'd react. I didn't want to learn the Shigure Soen Ryu right now, so I had to pass this off as some non-serious whim of mine.

"Hey, tou-chan!" I rocked on my toes and smiled before batting my lashes, "I wanna take some lessons at that kendo place to see what it's like, if it's fun. Plus, didn't you take kendo? Can I? Please?"

Please, dad. I just want to be safe.

Keep you safe.

For myself.

For Takeshi.

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I only recently got into Reborn!, tbh.

Like, about two or so weeks ago?

So, even though I have a crap ton of other stuff I should be writing I had to do this. BecauseIhaveabsolutelynowillpower.

Hopefully it won't suck.

Because, how do you even write a sword fight?

Help.

...Also, I'm kind of confused as to why these guys are 13/14 and only in their first year of middle school.

Like, what?

But they do go through a bit of summer shortly after Tsuna, 'Dera, and Takeshi group together, don't they?

So, second years?

Meh.