This is my first fanfic that I've posted so please be nice. I kinda feel nervous about it. I rated it 'T' because I am paranoid to a large extent.

Disclaimers: I own nothing but Yuuma, her mother, and whatever the fuck I plan on putting in there.

Warning: If you don't like OC stories, then please don't read. If you don't like HibarixOC stories, then please don't read. If you don't like fan fiction at all, then why are you here?

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Chapter One: Yuuma's Dream

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It was the same dream again. Always the same, in every possible way, but each time Yuuma saw it, she would develop a new perspective of it. She, at first, was terrified at what happened in the dream, but as time grew on, she began to accept it as reality. For you see, the dream was a complete and detailed version of her last day awake. Well, to be more specific her last day conscious before she went into a coma.

The story was simple, she went to a normal middle school, in a normal small town, and it was a relatively normal day. She woke up, ate breakfast, and would be off to school, in which, there she would be ignored and isolated by her peers. Yuuma was used to it, she had been used to it for a long time, and going into a coma made her realize that she should have at least made a friend or two. But I digress.

Yuuma had then began walking out of the middle school and was going to go out shopping for things her mother, who also paid little attention to her, had asked for. It was supposed to be a simple mundane task; nothing was supposed to happen. When suddenly, out of nowhere, a car slammed into her, causing her body to fling and hit the asphalt, where her head was the first to make contact.

And that's when the dream would end. Right where she lost consciousness. At first, when Yuuma had seen it, she began having mental shock, and was confused beyond belief, but she began to accept it. Seeing the dream again didn't faze her. Instead it somewhat calmed her, because she was able to see the faces of all her classmates when she was a first year. Even seeing the cold heartless face of Hibari Kyouya seemed to calm her considerably. In her mind, whenever she saw him, she would joke to herself on how he would become ruler of Namimori by the time he was a third year at the middle school.

Yuuma stared at the faces of her classmates when the dream came again. She missed them. It felt lonely that during the entire dream, not one of the people she encountered that fateful day said a single word to her.

She sighed mentally. "I guess this dream will never go away, huh?"

"What are you mumbling about, herbivore?" A voice suddenly said.

Yuuma froze. This voice was indeed familiar, yet it was older and more mature. Also the voice held an amount of power that one wouldn't think a voice could hold. 'Only his voice could do such a thing…' Yuuma thought, slightly shaken by hearing another's voice. It had been so long.

"What are you doing just sleeping there?" Suddenly the world turned black. Yuuma was stunned, as a male, who was taller than her, appeared from the black space. He was mostly covered in shadow, but she could see the details of his clothing even if she just glanced at him. It was an effect that she got from seeing the same thing over and over. She began to be able to see every detail of a figure or object, and commit it to memory.

He was indeed taller than her, or maybe it was just that she was sitting down? Lying down? Maybe they were both sitting down? It doesn't matter. The person was wearing the Namimori uniform, the black set: black sweater vest, white dress shirt, tie, and black pants. He was also wearing a long coat that few of her sempais would wear. And on the left sleeve a badge hung from a safety pin. It said Disciplinary Committee.

"Herbivore." His voice brought her out of her thoughts. "Wake up." In a flash, the figure pulled out two tonfas, from where no one knows, and went to strike at her. Before an impact ever occurred, she woke up.

And she immediately regretted it. Light from both the ceiling and the window pooled in and attacked her senses. Groaning, she lifted a hand and placed it over her eyes, shielding them from the evil light of doom.

"…-Ah!" A voice said from a small distance. There was also the sound of something dropping to the ground. "Yuuma!" The girl opened her eye to see who was calling her name.

And she froze for the second time that day. It was her mother. She looked older; her hair was still in its tight black bun, there were bags under her eyes from lack of sleep or stress, she looked like she had just come from work, still in her business suit and heels, and she had a look of shock and disbelief. It was somewhat unnerving to have those two dark brown eyes starring heavily into her, as if Yuuma would fade if she loosened her gaze.

Yuuma opened her mouth to speak, when her mother suddenly burst into tears. The older woman went over and tightly hugged her child, apologizing rapidly and repeatedly. Yuuma was at a loss, and didn't know what to say to the bawling woman. It had been the first time in a long expanse of time that she had seen this. And even then she couldn't comprehend what to do. And due to much time of having no social contact, she couldn't muster any words to say. Her mind went dead and she grew stiff.

"I'm so sorry, Yuuma!" Her mother said loudly. "I should have spent more time with you! I should have paid more attention! I should have-!"

"Maman…" Yuuma said quietly, finding it very painful to say even that one word. Her voiced sounded strained and unused. Her mother stopped upon hearing her child's voice.

"Yuuma?"

"Watanabe-san!" A nurse opened the door in mild panic. "Did somethi-!"She cut herself off as she saw Yuuma awake. "…I'll go get the doctor." The nurse who didn't know what to do went off to get a doctor.

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After a lot of awkward, but happy none the less, running around, the doctor had come in and did a full check to make sure that the girl was nice and healthy.

"Well, everything checks out. You can be released at anytime, but make sure to take it easy for a few days. Your body isn't used to moving about yet." The doctor said smiling down at the girl who had lots questions running around in her mind.

"Umm… Sensei." Yuuma said slowly, still trying to get used to this talking thing. "How long… was I out?"

'Ah. That question…' The doctor turned serious, as he looked down at his patient. "Watanabe-san… How long do you think you were in a coma?"

She visibly flinched at the word. 'A coma? That might explain a few things…' She sighed and looked out the window. It was almost springtime. Right around the same time she lost consciousness. 'Almost the end of the school year… so…couple days?' She frowned at her answer she came up with. It didn't really fit. "I don't know… A few days? A month?" She knew it was longer. 'A year… It must have been a year.'

The doctor gave a tired sigh, "It's been two years."

Yuuma froze. Her whole body became stiff and ridged. 'TWO?!' She whipped her head around at the doctor, as if she might have misheard him, he then went on about how long she was holding on and talking about other stuff. But Yuuma didn't hear it; she stared at the window again, still frozen from the shock. 'Two years… I've been seeing the same thing for two years. Two years, mom has been visiting everyday. Two years I've been asleep.' Yuuma felt a sense of loneliness. "Two… years?"

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Yuuma and her mother had finally made it home. Yuuma was surprised that the house had hardly changed. It was still the nice, clean house. Everything was set up in it's place; nothing was in disarray.

"Go upstairs and rest, sweetie." Her mother said. "I'll go make dinner."

Yuuma paused. 'She makes dinner now?' Instead of questioning her mother's mental health, she went upstairs to her room. It, like everything else, hadn't changed. It was still characterless and bare. There was a bed, desk, and closet. That was all she ever really needed in her day-to-day life.

She plopped down on her bed, and began to process all the information that had been handed to her. Two years is a very long time. She felt sad, almost depressed. She knew that she wouldn't be in the same class as the one she was in before. And she had decided to finally tell Hibari that he was slightly creepy.

She didn't know how to react to any of this. She felt like she wanted to cry because of the horrible loneliness or laugh due to the irony. She felt hollow, like her whole life up 'til that point was meaningless. It was hard for her to decide on what to do next.

"I wonder if anyone will recognize me?" She absently said. And then realized something. Just how much had she changed?

Quickly, Yuuma went towards the bathroom, which had a tall mirror. As she stepped in front of it, she was stunned for the hundredth time that day. Her hair had grown considerably darker, from a honey light brown to a darker brown. She had grown taller, and her hair had also grown to a longer length, which past her butt. She had obviously developed lady-like curves. 'I'll have to get new bras later…' She idly thought. Her honey brown eyes were still the same, only gaining a more observant edge to them. Her Italian features were also noticeable, but not as much as her Japanese heritage. After all, she took after her mother, not father. All in all, she looked unfamiliar to herself.

"Yuuma! Dinner's done!" Her mother's voice brought her out of her thoughts.

"Ah. Okay!" She exited the bathroom and headed down stairs to the kitchen. "Hey. Maman, what day of the week is today?"

"Hmm? Saturday." Her mother said. "Why?"

"I want to go back to school if possible…" Yuuma said sitting down into her seat and began eating the soup that her mother made. The doctor did say that soup was good for the throat.

"Ah! Are you sure?" Her mother looked seriously. And her daughter in return nodded feverishly. The woman sighed. "Alright. I'll see if I can get you enrolled-"

"By Monday if possible." Yuuma cut in. She gazed at her mother expectedly and with her full attention.

This surprised her mother. In the past, Yuuma never cut in to someone's speech. Always quiet, never asking for anything, and never having such a gripping gaze. She really did change in the past two years. Sighing the woman submitted. "Alright. I'll see what I can do."

"Umm… Maman… Can we also get me new clothes?" A blush crept its way on to Yuuma's face. "I don't think I'll be able to fit into my old clothes anymore."

The older woman was slightly surprised at this as well. Yuuma in the past would have probably just gone out on her own and gotten the clothes with money she had kept in the drawer of her desk. In the past, Yuuma was very anti-social. She was always a loner. So, needless to say, having her daughter to ask to go out together was something new.

"Maman?"

"Huh?" Her mother was brought out of her thoughts. She smiled at her daughter. "Sure, we'll head out tomorrow."

That instantly brought a bright smile on Yuuma's face. "Thank you, Maman!"

"Your welcome. Now finish your soup."

" 'Kay."