Hello there! New story I've been cooking up these past few days. Don't really know where this story will lead so I really, really hope you like it.

This is an SI OC story in an Alternate Universe. No pairings decided.

12/29/15 - Now being Betaed by: KonekoNoRenkinjutsushi

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. I do own my OC's.

You know that feeling you have when things just keep getting worse and worse as the day goes on? The feeling that you should've stayed in bed for the day?

Yeah, well... I had it. And I should have really listened to it. But I mean, at sixteen, do you seriously believe that strongly in superstitions? I didn't. The first sign that that day was going to be terrible was when I woke up.

I woke up with cold feet (which I absolutely hate!), and with a massive headache. My cellphone was almost dead and my tablet was out of battery so no distractions I could use at school to keep others from coming over and talking to me.

My mom forgot to wake me up so I was late, my brother was already inside the bathroom so another ten minutes before I could get changed, and my breakfast was cold.

So, not a happy start to a new day. My old backpack (I'd been using it since ninth grade now) looked like it was going to burst at its seams, overflowing with disorganized papers and notebooks and stray notes that I all but tossed inside it. I kissed my mother goodbye and met up with my father as he was coming back from walking the dog on his morning run. I pet Saturday's head and hugged my father. My brother was just walking out of the house then to shout his goodbyes at me.

So not everything was bad...

Then school started. Let me tell you, no matter what others say, school is that time in your life where you make lasting memories and shape your personality, but it's also the time you most want to forget.

Seriously, I know school is important, but I always willed myself just to get through the day with the jeers and taunts they oh-so frequently sent me. I wonder if being blind to verbal abuse is part of a teacher's curriculum. Because c'mon, the 'kids being kids' excuse can only get you so far. When those 'jokes' make the other kid cry that's obviously past the 'joke' part.

But I digress... I don't have that much faith in humanity anyway.

So classes started and I just sat there in my seat, right in front of the classroom (because I couldn't see a neon yellow sign in front of me to save my life, I have really poor eyesight), and started to write my story ideas while the teacher droned on and on about how the rural areas of our country were important.

I felt like sleeping. My feet were starting to warm up a bit thanks to my fuzzy and colorful socks (I swear I must have an obsession with colorful socks, as I have none in either white or black or even a single one in a solid color), and to my black boots.

I'm wearing my green sweater with foxes on them (favorite animal, and one of the most awesome animals in history), with dark grey loose jeans. I have a red scarf with me and my matching bonnet but I can't wear either while I'm inside the classroom.

I was minding my own business when lo-and-behold dear Claire (my most annoying 'classmate'), tosses an eraser right at my hand while I'm writing. Just so you know, I don't write with pencils anymore in fear that they will erase the stories and theories I had work my butt off to come up with, so I only write in permanent ink.

The problem? They had freakishly good aim when it came to tossing erasers at my fingers. Every time one hit my hand while I was writing a whole lot would be messed up and I couldn't say anything to them unless I wanted dear Mr. Thomas on my case about not paying attention to class and taking away my work.

I really hated them. But every time I wanted to yell at them or just stop taking their taunts, I reminded myself that they were just weak, lonely and probably frustrated little kids.

How can you get mad at that? You can't. You end up taking pity. My word of advice?

Don't.

Remember when I told you my day was not going great? Yeah, well... It ended fantastically! (Read: Sarcasm.)

School ended after seven hours of classes (each class last one hour plus a ten minute break in between, not counting the one hour and a half of lunch), and I was ready to go home. I was walking back home from school when I noticed that the sky was darkening.

'Rain?' I thought.

It was not uncommon for it to rain in this season, but the weatherman said nothing about rain this morning. I flip out my cellphone and text my mother saying that I was going home, that I thought it was going to rain and that I loved her.

I should have called her instead.

I hated calling my mother when she was working. She always had to hang up once a customer entered (though 95,9% of the time they ended up not buying anything) and I always wanted to just keep talking and talking so I'd rather just talk back at home uninterrupted.

Now, though, I was regretting my choice. I really wanted to hear her voice in the end...

Before I could realize what was happening, Claire and the school goons were grabbing me out of the empty street and taking me god knows where. Now, let it be known that I fought back—but tiny me (I weigh a total of 47 kg, so I'm really light) could not even shove one of them off of me before another took their place. I panicked and tried to scream but Claire wrapped something around my mouth.

I did not cry.

They took me to this old bridge, where the cables were all worn and falling apart, and then they laughed and taunted. They took my cellphone and threw it into the bushes to have another laugh at my expense. Oh, really funny, now I'll have to dig my phone out from the bushes under the night sky without a light before I went home.

Which I never did.

Claire then had this 'brilliant' idea.

"Hey, hey! Isn't she supposed to have really bad balance? Doesn't she trip on her own feet and everything?" She laughs. "I have this great idea then!"

I cringe at the thought of the words Claire and idea put together.

The goons all joined in this childish circle of 'friends' and started giggling and jeering. I'm not feeling very well right now. I feel sick and I think I was starting to shake.

Call it intuition or whatever but somehow I just knew that this was going to end rather badly.

They split between two groups (with three members looking completely disgusted and terrified before running away), and they got this long piece of rope and a blindfold.

My heart sank at the words they told me.

I was going to be blindfolded. I was to hold onto the rope like a freaking life line. And I was to walk across the bridge on the guard-rail it had on it's sides. Me, the girl that trips down the stairs of her bunk bed every morning.

I refused but nonetheless they forced me into the blindfold and onto the rails.

My heart felt like it was going to burst and I was shaking like a leaf. My knuckles were white as I gripped onto the flimsy and ancient rope that really was my life line.

My mind just kept going blank when I tried to do something.

They started yelling at me to get moving and to start walking but I was rooted in place.

Two goons pulled on end of the rope forcing me to take a step forward. Vertigo hit me and I felt like I was going to be sick. Claire's laugh sounded so loud. My heart was pounding like a drum in my ears. I wanted my mother at that point.

I wanted to see my mother.

I wanted to see my father.

I wanted to see my big brother.

I wanted to hug them and kiss them.

To hold onto them and cry and beg them once again to just let me study at home.

To tell them I was scared. To just know that they were right there in front of me.

I WANT MY PARENTS!

The goons once again pulled on the rope, harsher than the last time and the rope snapped.

Balance lost and without someone to grab me, I fell off of the bridge and into the rocky waters below.

The last thing I heard was Claire's scream of horror.

I either drowned or I died from trauma to the head. I was found by policemen when the three boys that ran away called them. They did not come for me fast enough...

My funeral was a quiet arrangement. No classmates or teachers came. Just my parents and my aunt and two of my cousins. Their sister didn't want to come and the last grandmother I had wasn't really all that kind with me.

I died alone without crying or sobbing or begging them to stop.

My heart shattered and I was lost as to how I was supposed to piece it back together. I cried out only then.

When I was surrounded by darkness and when I couldn't hear or see a thing. I don't want to see darkness! I want to see light! Why can't I just be happy for once... Why can't I just be at peace?

'You can have another chance...'

I can..? How? That's impossible.

'Nothing is impossible, child...'

Then... Why me?

'Because your broken heart has great potential, child...'

Potential for what?

'To harness so much power... Oh, yes... You can be so powerful...'

How...? I'm just me... The same old me that... does nothing...

'Oh no, child... On the contrary...'

'It's you that always drifts far away from everyone but that is always there if they need you or are in danger...'

I remember watching my brother struggle with his job before I stepped in to tell him to eat, to go to sleep and to try again tomorrow.

'It's you that always calms others down and makes the hurt and suffering go away...'

I remember watching my mother crying because my maternal grandparents had passed. I remember staying by her side and later making her smile by telling her all the happy memories she had of them.

'It's you that would rather be hurt then to have harm come to others...'

I remember standing in front of my younger cousin when a older kid tried to pick on him. I got slapped hard but at least he was alright.

I was crying so hard right at that moment. Remembering them hurt so much.

I miss them... How long has it been since I died? Days? Weeks? Years?

"How can I... How can I get a second chance?"

A soft laugh echoes...

'...Live...'

Then the darkness vanishes and I'm blinded by the the sudden bright light that engulfs me.

A cry escapes my lips as I'm tugged out of a slippery tube and held high with cheers sounding around me. My eyes are blurred and sounds seemed somewhat dulled.

I'm cold. Like really cold. And I hate cold feet!

Hands wrap a warm and fuzzy blanket around me before handing me to someone's arms. I hear gibberish and slowly try to open my eyes.

The first thing that pops inside my head is how this day just couldn't get any worse...

I was in some woman's arms. She was smiling at me with a man beside her. And she kept speaking in a tongue I knew but couldn't understand. Japanese.

Wow... I was... just wow...

The woman was beautiful with brownish hair and gray blue eyes while the man had short black hair and warm brown eyes.

They were talking to one another, more specifically they were arguing about something. (Later I found out that it was about my name...)

Just before I closed my eyes again, I could only understand a single line:

-"His name is Yamamoto Natsushi, and that is final!"

Dreams of another life vanished into a closed box in the back of my head. Only to ever be open if I ever suffered trauma again. My whole life, forgotten.

Forgotten to give space to a new one that would surely be better than the last...

How did I do? Next chapter will be posted once I write it! (Which is to say I don't know when...)

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