AN: A While ago I read a whole bunch of OC insert fics and thought I'd give it a try. So here is my attempt.

Summary: OC SI. Dying, an orphaned girl from the real world finds herself reincarnated in the KHR world as the unknown daughter of Reborn. She didn't intend to change anything when she realized where she was. However, fate seems to be against her as she encounters the future Don before Reborn arrives and she inadvertently changes the plot. 'Oh well. I guess I'll just have to wing it!'

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR. Enough said.

Beta'd by the awesome Gelasia-Kitty/ (7/11/14) by Coffee Pocky

Prologue

I never gave much thought as to where my life was going. I never planned much for the future either. Every day was monotonous; wake up, get ready, go to school, go home, study, shower and have a little free time that to spend reading any manner of anime I could find, from manga to fan fiction.

I was an otaku and proud of it. Besides, it's not like there was anyone to tell me to do otherwise.

I was an orphan, a trust fund baby, and an emancipated minor. It was scary at first, living on my own after escaping from foster care. A teenage girl living by herself was just asking for trouble, but I managed, and after a year of living by myself with a social worker checking up on me every month, I think I'm doing pretty good.

It was kind of sad- that if I died, there would be no one to mourn me. I had trouble connecting with people; I thought they were idiots, and had no problem telling them that. So they left me alone and I did the same. It worked for me.

One of my favorite characters in anime was the hitman Reborn from Katekyo Hitman Reborn (1). He was a sadist that got off of torturing- I mean training Tsuna in the most...interesting of ways. It didn't hurt that his adult form was hot.

Tsuna was so weak at the beginning, that it was hilarious. It's hard to believe that he became one my favorite characters from the series, but it's hard not to like him. He's so forgiving and pure, as cliché as that sounds.

I always thought it would be interesting to meet him in person, and I often wished that I could. But it was impossible. He was a character, and this was real life. Something like that could never happen.

As the saying goes, I would later realize, be careful what you wish for.

I was reading Reborn wiki online. I read so many fanfictions that I wanted to attempt my own, and wanted it to be as accurate as possible. So I was making notes on the KHR timeline. How old Tsuna and the others were when Reborn came, what mafia famiglias were mentioned, things like that.

According to Reborn wiki, a person's dying will flames could be activated with a strong resolve. Jokingly I tried, and as expected it didn't work. My hand felt a little warm though, but I pushed that off as my imagination. As if I could use deathperation flames. It would be cool though. I took this quiz online that checked a person's flame attribute and I got sun. It was a bit strange though, since I also scored equally as a cloud or mist user. That was awesome. I had no problem with that. And it made me feel closer to Reborn in a non-stalkerish way.

Sighing, I got up and prepared for bed.

I never noticed the small spark from the chair where I touched it. I went to bed in ignorance.

That was my first - and last - mistake.

I woke up. Something was wrong. It was the middle of winter, and my heater was busted, so there was no plausible reason that my house should be so hot. I got up warily, cursing myself for taking the only room lacking a window, and approached the door. A flickering light could be shown through the crack, and a small amount of smoke was escaping in as well.

Oh God. OH GOD! Please don't let my house be on fire!

I grasped the door handle, flinching at how warm it was, and how it was still heating up as I held it. Gulping nervously, I turned it and open the door- ducking behind the door like I read about in case there was a fire (2).

I want to say that it looked like hell, but it didn't. When you think of hell, columns of red ominous fire and dark black smoke with the most hideous of creatures seeping out come to mind. This wasn't it. Instead, yellow flames were there, bright and beautiful and enchanting in how it danced across the walls and floor. I have never seen yellow flames before…

"Pull yourself together Emilne!" I snapped at myself. "This is no time to be admiring what will kill you!"

My pajamas weren't much protection against the fire, and I didn't have a tie for my hair to get it out of the way, nor did I dare go back and get one. Every minute counted, and I already didn't have many to begin with.

So with a brave face, and after mentally psyching myself up, I went through the fire, going through small pathways that had yet to be enveloped in flame. The fire seemed to surge at my approach, burning more intensely with every step I took.

I managed to go through most of the house and was almost at the entrance when I heard an ominous creaking noise. I looked up and barely had enough time to cover my head before part of the roof collapsed on me. Spots danced across my eyes as pain the likes of which I've never felt before raked my body. The fire closed in around me, embracing me. I only had enough time to think that it was strange that the flames licking at my skin didn't burn before I fainted.

When I woke, it was in this strange place; dark and damp and everywhere I didn't want to be. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, and for months, maybe even longer, it became my own personal hell. For all I know it could be hell. Not like I had any idea as to what Hell looked like before I got here.

If whoever placed me here's goal was to drive me insane, well, they got it. I was in almost complete isolation, and insanity was beginning to seep in. Only the strange muted murmurs that reached me and shaking that came at random intervals kept me from going off the deep end.

I distracted myself with mundane things, having to do something to keep from thinking about the situation I was in. Why was the fire yellow? Was I in a coma? Or truly dead? After those enlightening thoughts I went over other stuff. I went through the animes that I liked; Inuyasha, Naruto, KHR, Gundam Wing AC, ect. When that stopped being interesting I went through what I learned at school. The English alphabet, math, science, French alphabet, French verb tense, things like that.

After what felt like forever something finally changed. This place started closing in on me, squishing me, pushing me down what felt like a tube.

Was this perhaps what apparition felt like in Harry Potter? If it was, I completely understand why Harry prefers a broom as a means of transportation over everything else.

I was scared. But at the same time I rejoiced. As I struggled along the tube I saw a light at the end of the tunnel so to speak, the first in a long while. Finally, after all this time I would be free of this place.

With a wail of victory I escaped. I was out. I could feel a breeze against my wet skin and-hold on. Was that a hand I felt holding me?

Opening my eyes-when did I close them?- I saw what looked like a doctor holding me. I quickly glanced around. There were two nurses in the room, along with a sweaty and tired looking one in the bed. She had long curly pink hair and tan skin with light green eyes (think of a tanned green eyed version of Euphemia from CG).

I felt a ball drop in the pit of my stomach as I was handed over to one of the nurses to be washed.

This wasn't possible. This only happens in books or movies. Not in real life. I couldn't have been reborn? Right?

Faintly I realized that I was in shock, these turn of events too much for me. I didn't faint, but I was close to it.

I was handed over to the pink haired lady who was probably my new mother. And wasn't that strange. She had this gentle look in her eyes as she gazed down at me lovingly, and I couldn't help but smile up at her as much as I could given my circumstance. She cooed, and cuddled me closer. I was getting tired; the events of these past hours, or most likely months, catching up with me.

"Do you already have a name in mind ma'am?" I heard the doctor ask.

"Lumiere," my new mother spoke, her voice soft and sweet sounding despite the fatigue she undoubtedly felt. "Lumiere Dumont, for this child of mine has become the light of my life."

I felt warm and safe and started to nod off. Lumiere. Light. I like it. Perhaps this new life of mine would be worth something more than the one I previously lived.

AN2: So there's the first chapter. This is a rewrite of the previous prologue because when I was reading it I didn't like it. What do you think? I wrote this on my notes app on the Iphone so I don't think this is too bad. :3 This probably seems boring, but it won't get even a little exciting until the third chapter at least. And Tsuna won't come in until chapter 7 at the earliest. Sorry :(

I was playing around with a translation app I got and was trying to pick a name for my character and decided on Lumiere. According to the app it's French for light, and I have plans to mess around with her name later on once she arrives in Japan.

1: I am going to abbreviate it as KHR as writing the entire thing is too much

2: Thanks to Flan bridge (thank you!) I learned about backdrafts. Backdrafts are an explosion caused by oxygen being reintroduced to fire by the opening of a window or door.

Good start or was it clichéd? Tell me what you think.

Edited 07/20/24