khr ain't mine

I do realize that I've got a heck lotta fanfics that seem interesting to me and they require a follow-up. But, yeah. Dunno what way next would be most interesting. Plus yeah, this idea interests me most right now.

I'm undecided on the status of the more serious of my works, cos the way they were vaguely going required my past self's mentality, which right now ain't happening. Plus, given my past track record, there was only one fic which I saw through the end... well that one sucked either way.

As usual, your reviews are well appreciated and encourage me to keep writing. Lately, I've been wondering if the one-liner A/N was needed or was it just clutter taking up story space. So if I've got stuff to say regarding the stories, they'll be up here. Else I'll just PM to questions and such.

K, onwards with the story ^^

Chapter 1

Cast for the role of a Narrator

Sawada Tsunayoshi woke up earlier than he would, coming back to the real world from a rather strange dream.

'For a dream, it feels more like a revelation...' the groggy brunette thought.

In his dream, a low baritone filled bodiless voice spoke right at him as it prophecized,

"Sawada Tsunayoshi. Rejoice! For you have been chosen to carry out a role befitting God himself!"

Tsuna circled his head all over the void, trying to pinpoint where the voice came from. It sounded almost omnidirectional and he wouldn't have even realized that he was the target if he hadn't been addressed.

"If you do not stop fidgeting, I'll behead you like a chicken!"

'Wouldn't that make things worse?!' but Tsuna still obeyed, a conditional reflex to that tone. He didn't know how the voice would settle things if he became the literal manifestation of a headless chicken, but he'd rather go along with the most peaceful resolution of the situation.

"Nice. Well, let's go onwards to more pressing matters.

We want to hire you as a narrator! There's no one but you who can fit the bill!" and a contract manifested in gold right in front of the brunette.

Faced with what seemed like the most unconventional job interview (?), Tsuna just played along. His life would be way more tiring if he took everything so seriously. Besides the teenagers that filled Namimori were downright absurd. He was of the opinion that adults were the more reasonable of the bunch.

"So, what am I supposed to be narrating over?"

"Dunno." said the callous omnipotent being. "We had a script for the story a while back... But an intern spilled coffee all over it, tripped over herself trying to minimize the damage, before finally flinging the damaged sheets over the shredder-"

Tsuna winced in empathy. The clumsy ones sure had it hard.

"Then our employees took her for barbeque since she seemed like she was getting an aneurysm from the incident..."

'Oh, she's got quite a nice company, doesn't she?'

"Then the supervisors, including I dropped in their unpaid, on company time, unnotified barbecue party and found out that their barbecue fuel had been the script shreds."

Tsuna didn't know where to start for that statement, so he instead opted to try an appease the increasingly irritated voice, saying,

"It shouldn't all be bad, right? Maybe those employees could help put the script back together-"

"I wish! Those guys didn't bother reading the script saying that it wasn't part of their contract! This is why I hate minimum wage workers! So what if we're a blacklisted company!? We're just like any other company, trying to maximize our profits while minimizing costs..."

"So those guys were having a party to get back at you, huh?" deadpanned an unamused Tsunayoshi.

"What did you say?!"

"Nothing! Well, is the narrator jig over then?"

"No way! We're still hiring you! We somewhat know that you appear a heck lotta times in the script, so you're definitely an important character."

"That doesn't mean that I'm a narrator, does it? Plus, I wouldn't know what to say or who are the important characters. I don't even know what the story is! You guys don't even know what it is, or anything about it!"

"That's not true. We know that the name of the story is Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

You should also be more flexible. Can't you go impromptu?-"

"Isn't there a limit for spewing bullshit as we go?! I don't even know where to start from..."

"You won't get anywhere being a negative Nancy. I bet that's why you're not popular."

"Personal attacks won't help me out either."

"Haven't you heard of lions throwing their cubs off cliffs to help them become stronger?"

"Maybe that's why they're quickly becoming an endangered species."

"That sass ain't helping your case either. Look, I'll cut you a deal.

I'll embed a radar of some sorts, with you as a reference. It'll help you detect people who have a strong character and are suitable to be the main characters.

As you get into the role, it'll give more details of the person or people you choose to narrate over. I'll even give you immunity against them and their enemies...

That way, you can do your narrative duty. How's that?"

"Ok... So, what's my salary?"

"... You get exposure and experience. That's invaluable and can help you out in the future, especially since it can help further relations and experiences with our company!

Plus, you're a minor and technically, we can't pay you wages for your service."

Tsuna realized that the script as fuel incident may have been premediated. It made sense with jerks like this as bosses.

"You know what, you can keep the job offer. There must be someone more apt for the role. I don't think I can handle such responsibility as of yet."

"Huh? But you're already employed."

"What?!-"

"We've agreed upon it earlier in our conversation-"

"That was just a verbal confirmation-"

"No, it was a verbal contract, but a contract nonetheless."

"You gotta be kidding-"

"Nope. You even heard about the situation and its details. That's all sensitive information. You'd be breaking confidentiality-"

"I didn't even know that that was sensitive information-"

"That's on you. If you had simply asked, I would have told you. But now you know too much for us to simply let you go."

"Is this why you're blacklisted?! You guys are definitely shady as hell!"

"That's so mean. We could sue you for slander."

"Sure, sue a powerless teenager for saying something that hits close to home. That definitely verifies your legitimacy."

"Glad to see that you see it our way."

"What timing to forget what sarcasm ever meant."

"Either way, it's not like you have nothing to do with us. We've even implanted the mc radar into you.

You already accepted a part of us deep inside you."

"Don't you have a better way of putting that?!" said the hysterical brunette, freaking out at the idea that something had been attached to him, worse yet, as a part of his internal organs.

"Don't be shy, kid. You're cute both inside and out..."

"This is not the context in which I'd like to hear those words!"

"I'd love to stay and chat, but you've gotta wake up to face a brand new tomorrow."

Thus, Tsuna blinked over and over again, feeling a sense of dread at the overview of Namimori with bright lights at certain regions filling up his vision, every time he blinked.

He had a feeling it'd try mapping over regions further from Namimori if he got more comfortable in his 'role'.

Tsuna felt slightly like the cows in those movies which got abducted and experimented on by aliens.