So, this is my first story for this series. I'm actually writing a one-shot on the side as well, and this is me procrastinating (on both that and chores). For those that follow me, I'm sorry. The story that caused you to follow me has probably been deleted.

This was inspired by exocara's 'What is my life'. A brilliant story, you should go read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own nothin'.

Hope you enjoy.

I'm hungry, I thought as I watched Tsuna fall down the stairs for the umpteenth time. It was a wonder how he hadn't gotten brain damage yet. I absentmindedly helped him up, then went into the kitchen, greeted Nana, and sat down at the wooden table, which was covered in Sawada Nana's famously delicious home cooked meals. As I shovelled the food into my mouth, I watched Tsuna wander in as well, rubbing a growing lump on his head, from the corner of my eye. My supposed twin brother greeted our mother, blinking blearily, then also sat down at the table. This was our happy little family, a mother, a son, and his twin sister.

Except I wasn't, not really. I wasn't supposed to be here. Not in this crazy, mafia and supernatural power filled world! Where had my normal life gone?! I was a normal person, who was just a little bit anti-social and liked spending an unhealthy amount of time on the internet, but who didn't, these days?! How the hell had I ended up in here, and as the goddamn main character's twin sister to boot?!

Tsuna watched a little fearfully as I began spearing and chomping my meat with way more force than was necessary.

"Um, nee-chan," he said tentatively, flinching a little when I forcefully stabbed the meat one last time, and glared up at him, "Y-You're going to b-break the plate if you continue doing that."

I loosened my grip on my fork and slumped in my seat a little.

"You're right. Sorry," I muttered, not very sorry at all. I quickly ate what remained of my mauled breakfast and placed the plate and cutlery in the sink, grabbed my bag, waved Nana goodbye, and then rushed to school, not wanting to be late or meet with Hibari. As I ran past the gate, something occurred to me, and I backpedaled frantically. Call it the famous inherited Vongola intuition (the only reason I didn't complain about being Tsuna's twin more, it was going to be damn handy), or just paranoia (I had been doing this every morning anyways), I had a feeling, that accursed flyer, the one that started poor, unfortunate Tsuna's crazy adventures and tor-training, would be coming today. Nana hadn't said anything at during breakfast, so I guessed it either hadn't come yet, or this was the mangaverse.

With some trepidation, I reached out to open the mail slot... There it was. A flyer, that would have looked perfectly innocent to anyone else, but for my poor, unfortunate brother, meant the start of his tor-trai - wait. I was his sister. His twin sister no less. Did that mean I had to go through it all as well?

Nope, nope, nope. Can't make me. I refuse to get involved any further. Tsuna, my dear, sweet, amazing brother. Please, let your protection complex awaken a little earlier, and save me from being a candidate. Shitty dad, please have stuck with your gender roles and convinced Nono that his dear sweet delicate-as-her-mother daughter couldn't possibly become the boss of one of the bloodiest organisations in the world. Please, please, please, I begged whatever otherworldly being out there that was listening, let it all be loaded onto my brother and have Reborn leave me the fuck alone!

I knew this was definitely the mangaverse now. Tsuna would come home in the middle of school, Nana would scold him for doing so, and Reborn would come. I was so glad I had after-school activities, it would hopefully save me from meeting Reborn until much, much later, if I had it my way. I would also have to start leaving the house a lot earlier, and come back a lot later. What would I do in my time outside my house though... I might as well train, in case I ever got caught. And keep away from areas that had sounds of gunfire and terrified girly screams. I nodded to myself as I ran to school. Yes. That would be my plan. It was also time to start practicing my oblivious act. I was a pretty damn good liar, if I may say so myself, but who knew if it would fool Reborn. I briefly wondered if I was a Mary-Sue. It had never occurred to me before, but I did have pretty good grades, even without trying, and aced everything when I actually tried. Also, I got confessed to a lot.

Oh.

Normally, I'd curl up into a ball and cry, but today, I was slightly grateful. If I was a Mary-Sue, lying successfully to even Reborn would be possible, right? Right? Besides, my oblivious act had been honed and sharpened by the many confessions I got. Please go out with me? I tilted my head and said, Go out where? I really like you? I smiled and said, Let's be friends then! Please be my girlfriend? I blinked and asked, Aren't we already friends?

Ah, it was cruel, but also so satisfying to my true sadistic nature. No-one suspected either. My innocent and oblivious demeanor could rival Kyoko's. Speaking of her, we had become good friends, despite my resolve to not get involved. She was just too genuinely innocent and nice, and besides, it would draw too much attention if one of the school 'idols' clearly avoided the other. Yamamoto, however, I could get away with avoiding. Hibari too. Ryohei was a little harder, being Kyoko's brother. But I had done enough, hopefully, to not be dragged in.

I rushed past the gates, into the building, and swept into my classroom a moment later, dumping my bag on the desk behind Kyoko's. I started my day by launching into a conversation with the orange-haired idol and her snarky dark-haired friend, all the while planning to avoid the Mafia for the rest of my life.

Of couse, I failed.