Okay. I talked to some people who read this story and I decided to edit this mofo (slightly lol). I changed Kanai's age to 18 because I liked it better that way; and there are other changes that I'm too lazy to list but there aren't many (in this one lol).

This is Yamamoto X OC. It might (accidentally) be OOC, but I tried my best! *shot*

Disclaimer: If I owned KHR, there would be yaoi. And sexy Adult Reborn. Aaaaaaaaand I would have a Fong plushie. Seeing as there are none of those things, nor do I have a Fong plushie, we can safely say that it still belongs to Akira-sensei.

Now let's stop talking and read the fanfiction.

The three walked into the classroom; everyone heard there would be a new teacher this year and everyone was raving. There were no new faces (the teacher wasn't there, it seemed) so everyone simply took their seats and talked to the friends around them.

Tsuna, Yamamoto, and Gokudera sat clustered amongst their peers in the middle of the class. They made conversation about a concert they could possibly go to soon. Yamamoto made an oblivious comment, which made Gokudera rage in his small bit of personal space and come close to blowing up the guardian.

The door to the classroom was evilly kicked in by a furious-looking woman. She was positively fuming. Her leather-covered arms were weighted by many books and other things, up to her neck, along with a cart being dragged behind her. Her glare carried over the room. Then, she scoffed.

"What cute children, huh. Can't even figure out that someone is at the fuckin door . . ." She mumbled at the end of her breath. The class stared at her as she unceremoniously dropped the books onto the desk and then dragged the cart inside. Then, she slammed the door, making some students (Tsuna included) jump.

Jumping on top of the desk, a whole new demeanor overcame her. She smiled widely and swung her ripped jean-clad legs childishly. Her blue and black hair fell into her eyes, but she didn't seem to mind. Gokudera already thought she was mad; Yamamoto thought she was interesting; Tsuna was scared of her.

"Ohayo. I'm your new teacher for this year, Kanai Ameni. I don't care what you call me, as long as it's not your girlfriend—that is a privilege that I must first approve of." She winked and laughed. "Before we start with anything, I have a question to ask: is anyone offended and/or uncomfortable with 'profanity' or 'strong language' or other things like that?" Her strong blue eyes strolled over the class for raised hands. Three raised—Tsuna's was included, yet tentatively.

Her gaze hardened. "Well, fuck you. You're gonna have to get the hell over it because it is something that I use and will use every day, regardless of what you care about, what your morals are, or what you like or don't like. Because words are only words and nothing more." She started sauntering around the room while explaining, closing all the blinds.

"The words 'damn' and 'shit' to me are like the words 'the' and 'we' to you. They just flow into the conversation. It's a lifelong habit of mine to curse and it will most likely stay that way…" She trailed. Kanai made her way to the middle of the room to Tsuna, Gokudera, and Yamamoto to turn on the projector, which was mounted to the ceiling. The teacher reached up onto the tips of her toes, snug in her Converse, yet she was still too goddamn short. "God dammit…" the brunette muttered. Yamamoto, being the tallest and always willing to help, popped up out of his seat from behind the woman and reached upward and over her head to turn it on. His body was against his sensei's because of the small spaces between the many desks. She still found enough room to spin around and face the teen.

"Arigato, Yamamoto-kun." She half-smiled. He laughed.

"No problem." He sat back down.

"Okay!" Kanai called attention back from the class. "Now that I have the projector on, because the last dumbfuck of a teacher lost the goddamn remote to it," Kanai sighed, "I can choose from a few things to do. We can one—watch a movie." The groans from the class indicated to her that they didn't like movies much.

"Come on, you guys! I pick out the best movies in the whole fuckin world!" She yelled.

"Oh yeah? What kind of chick flicks do you watch, bitch?" Someone called from the back. She smiled and pointed.

"See? That's exactly the kind of response I want from people. That's what I get from everyone I know. And just so you know, jackass, I haaaaaaaaaaate chick flicks. They rot my brain and make my IQ drop with every minute. There are maybe three chick flicks deemed acceptable by me.

"The movies I watch are usually hilarious, freaky, gory, scary, nightmare-inducing, anime-related, direct anime, adventurous, suspenseful, etc." She counted off of her fingers. "I'm just awesome. And a sliiiiiight otaku. So, aha, beware." Kanai gave a cheeky smile. "The second thing we could do is ask me any question you want, no matter what kind of question it is and I seriously mean that, because I tell really good stories. Then the third thing is like, I don't know, watch me draw on the board or something." She shrugged.

Everyone agreed on the questions.

"Ah! My music! I need music!" It was interesting, watching the woman fret about the room in search something—maybe an iPod? Kanai threw off her black leather jacket like it was on fire and checked all of its pockets for what she was looking for. Then…

"AHA! I got you!" Out she pulled an iPhone. She sprinted over to her bag and pulled out an iHome (which seemed too big to fit inside the bag to start with.) Kanai plugged everything in and smiled wide. She hit play.

Music jumped from the speakers. She turned the volume down to background noise and turned to the class. "Now. Here are the rules: It has to be in question form. That's it. Go." She jumped onto the desk and most of the hands shot into the air. The brunette teacher laughed and picked randomly.

"How old are you?"

"I will be nineteen very soon, but for future reference: you should never ask a woman for her age because if you do she will usually kick you in the balls."

"Do you speak another language?"

"Elvish, English, Italian, Japanese, and Korean. GG."

"Tengen?" She laughed at that one.

"We're All To Blame by Sum 41."

"Do you shave?"

"Depends on what you mean by that. Elaborate, sweetheart." Kanai said with an evil smirk on her lips. The guy who asked started to look nervous. "Do you mean my pussy?" Several people gasped, which made her giggle. "Wouldn't you like to know." She sighed.

"Alright. We have time for one more, I guess. None of you three have asked anything yet; do something." She pointed to Tsuna, Yamamoto, and Gokudera. They froze. She smirked. "C'mon~" She coerced. "I won't bite . . . too hard."

Tsuna recognized the song playing from her phone and got an idea. He whispered it into both his friend's ears. Yamamoto asked.

"Will you sing the song that's playing?" The question was enough to make her blush. No one's asked me to sing since I was a little kid . . .

Tatoeba umi no soko de anata ga ikiteru no nara
Watashi wa nihon no ashi wo kitte sakana ni narou
Fukami e ochiru hodo ni anata ga chikadzuku no nara
Hate nai yami wo samayou kage ni nattemo ii

Adeyaka ni tadayou watashi no kagerou
Kanawanai hibi ni oborete ita dake
Anata wa inai
Wakatte iru wakatte iru

Noboru noboru taiyou ga
Watashi no basho wo jouka suru
Aoku kizamu kokuin wo
Nurui nurui kaze ga saratte yuku

Tatoeba kono kotoba ga anata ni todoku no naraba
Watashi no seitai wo toriagete sutetemo ii

Azayaka na kizu wo nakushita ima wo
Nanimokamo ubau anata no ondo wo
Motomete ita motomete ita
Maboroshi demo

Kieru kieru nukumori ga
Watashi no basho wo tsurete yuku
Batsu mo nuguu sono ude ni dakarenagara
Nemuri ni tsukitai

Noboru noboru taiyou ga
Watashi no basho wo jouka suru
Batsu mo nuguu sono ude ni dakarenagara
Nemuritai

Kieru kieru nukumori ga
Watashi no basho wo tsurete yuku
Aoku kizamu kokuin wo
Nurui nurui kaze ga saratte yuku

Mushibande yuku kioku no hahen
Watashi wo fusagu piasu ga tarinai
Wasurete shimau boyakete shimau
Anata no koe ga zattou ni kieru

Mushibande yuku nukeochite yuku
Watashi wo fusagu piasu ga tarinai
Atokata mo naku wasurete shimau
Anata no koe ga zattou ni naru

When the song ended, she glanced around the room nervously and could only stare at her feet. She was sure she had missed some high notes while getting off-beat and . . . Kanai kept worrying.

Yamamoto kept staring at her. She's so pretty . . . He observed silently. She also wasn't like any other teacher he's had before. She . . . intrigued him—very much.

The bell rang.

"Alright. I'll be here tomorrow, of course. But we might actually learn something this time. So prepare yourselves for that~!" Kanai called as the students rushed to leave. When it was empty, the brunette sighed and slumped forward. She held her head in her hands; she suddenly wasn't as happy as she was a moment ago.

"Ah, Kanai-sensei? Are you okay?" The voice caught her off guard. Her eyes shot up to see Tsuna and Gokudera before her; Yamamoto had gone off to baseball practice, but he was worried about the teacher as well. Kanai smiled half-heartedly and shook her head, straightening up.

"Yes, it's nothing." Tsuna slowly nodded, but the concern didn't leave his eyes. Gokudera looked . . . suspicious. Takuu…it's always the same with this guy every fucking time. Kanai sighed. "Is there anything you need help with, Tsuna-kun? Gokudera-kun?" She looked at each in turn, leaning back on the desk. Her hair that had been neatly placed in a bun at the beginning of the day was now messy, hair haphazardly hanging out over her shoulder and covering half of her face.

"Nope," Gokudera rudely injected himself into the conversation. "Yakyu-baka thought you looked sick and was all worried. He said he didn't have time to stay after class because of baseball practice and made Juudaime and I ask instead." Kanai raised an eyebrow. Tsuna gasped and hit the Italian's chest with a shout of "Gokudera-kun!"

"Yakyu-baka…? You mean Yamamoto-kun?" Kanai questioned. Tsuna nodded. "Hm. I think I'll wait for him after his practice; talk to him. I have nothing else to do for the rest of the day." She shrugged. "You guys can go home or go and do your guardian shit . . . whatever the hell that is." She grabbed her bag and iHome, moving toward the door.

"Hold on for a minute." Gokudera yelled. Here we go, the brunette growled internally. "How do you know about the Vongola and the guardians?" He was standing in front of Tsuna, guarding him. She laughed heartily.

"Oh, Gokudera-kun. It's okay; I'm an ally of yours. I'm one of Dino's old friends and when he heard I'd be teaching this class he told me a bit about it. Not a big deal." She moved to the door again. "So don't worry about anything, okay? Just do what you have to and nothing else. That's how life works." Her head and voice level dropped as she spoke. Then, there was silence. The teacher left before either Vongola could question her further.

GOT ME LIKE OH MY GOD SO IN LOVE I FOUND YOU FINALLY

The baseball diamond wasn't a far walk from the classroom. Kanai sat in the bleachers and watched the practice take place. She listened to music and practiced singing a few songs quietly to herself for the two and a half hours that took place.

Yamamoto didn't notice her sitting there until one of the three breaks they had. He grabbed his water and looked around and, upon seeing her on the bleachers and having ten more minutes of break, he went up to see her. I hope she's okay, he thought.

Kanai was singing when he came up. She didn't notice him; she was staring into nothing, daydreaming. Yamamoto smiled and forced down his chuckle. Kawaii. He listened to the words.

SEE YOU IN YOUR DREAMS YEAH BABY
kowai yume dato shitemo

FAIRY BLUE kimi no tame ni hoshi wo kudaki
Kasaritsuketa BLACK PAPER MOON
Shinjitekureta nara WHEN YOURE LOST HERE I AM
FOREVER WITH YOUR SOUL
Miagereba kagayaku tsuki no you ni

Amai shinku no JAMU mo
Otoshita KA-DO ni ukabi agaru moji
YOUR DESTINY kimi ga nozomeba donna sekai mo
Sono te ni tsukameru kara

Madowasarenai de
Dare ni mo kowasenai—

That's when she woke up (slightly) from her daydream and noticed her student there, watching her, listening to her, and her voice faltered.

"Aren't you practicing?" She asked after a moment of regaining herself. He laughed.

"Break. Eight minutes left." Kanai nodded. "How are you feeling? Are you okay?" He asked suddenly, his eyebrows knitting together. She almost smiled at his adorable concern.

"Yeah. It's nothing." If she hadn't looked down at her phone, she would've seen his eyes narrow in disbelief.

"Now that I think of it, why are you here?"

"I'm walking you home today." A laugh.

"Why?"

"Because I can. Now get down there so practice can end faster." She kicked his side playfully and he only laughed as he ran down the bleachers to get back to his team. Kanai sighed. He has a strong will, that one. You can just feel it coming off of him.

JUST GONNA STAND THERE AND WATCH ME BURN? BUT THAT'S ALRIGHT BECAUSE I LIKE THE WAY IT HURTS. JUST GONNA STAND THERE AND HEAR ME CRY? BUT THAT'S ALRIGHT BECAUSE I LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE. I LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE.

Practice ended. Yamamoto grabbed his things and looked up to the bleachers, but she was no longer there. He became confused. Then; a weight on his shoulders and back.

"I'm over here." She whispered in his ear. Her arms were bent over his shoulders and she was leaning most of her weight on his back; he was taller than her, so she was on her tiptoes anyway. Yamamoto was blushing. He turned his head so he could see her face. Kanai smiled. Her right arm reached up and gripped his baseball cap, pulling it off. The guardian ran a hand through his hair.

"How could you get this sweaty when you played baseball at dusk?" The teacher asked while hopping off of her student's back, moving to stand next to him. The hazel-eyed teen took his hat back roughly, making her laugh. Yamamoto pointed at the stadium lights.

"That's how. The lights make it hotter." She smirked and nodded as they walked off the field and down the street. They were silent for a few minutes, just enjoying one another's company. The sun was just set over the horizon, making the sky a dark purple. The two walked side-by-side down the narrow sidewalk; Yamamoto looked over at her face when he could, studying it. He was captivated.

"So," Kanai started. Yamamoto's eyes shot up from her cheek to her eyes. "Tsuna and Gokudera told me—mostly Gokudera, the rude boy—that you were worried about me." The baseball player immediately averted his eyes to the walkway, another blush painting his face. Kanai laughed lightly. "Tell me: how can you be worried about someone of whom you have only just met? Are you more like Tsuna than you let on? Or is it something else?"

As the sensei asked the last question, they stopped walking. Her hand reached over and cupped Yamamoto's cheek. She turned his head towards her.

"We're here." Kanai announced. The boy looked about; he was standing right in front of his home. How didn't he notice? The brunette woman turned his head back toward her again. She got on her tiptoes so she could (mostly) come face-to-face with him. Damn all the tall people in the world! Kanai growled inwardly. "If you ever want to talk to me, you can come to me after school. Just tell me to wait for you after your practice if you want me to, and I can. You can contact me through Dino when I'm not around and on the weekends." He seemed confused then. She shook her head. "I explained it to Tsuna and Gokudera. Ask them." Yamamoto nodded.

"So, I call Dino-san to call you?" Kanai heaved an exasperated sigh.

"Something like that. I need to get home soon...so I will see you tomorrow morning. Okay?" He nodded. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine." She leaned forward and pecked his cheek. "Oyasumi nasai, Yamamoto-kun."

"O-Oyasumi nasai, Kanai-sensei…" He stuttered in response. The woman slowly walked off into the shadowy distance. The teen stood staring after her helplessly until he finally came to his senses and walked inside. "I'm home!" He called.

"Oi, Takeshi!" His father answered. "How was school?" Yamamoto almost blushed at the mere mentioning.

"It was fine, as usual. We had a new teacher today."

"Oh, really? Was it a good teacher, or one of the stupid ones?" He had to chuckle at his father's antics.

"She's not bad. We didn't learn anything today but things about her, but it was a fun day. She knows how to teach, I think." Yamamoto explained. Tsuyoshi nodded.

"Ahh. So, Takeshi… Who was that woman you were with outside, eh? Got a new girlfriend I don't know about?" Tsuyoshi walked by his son and elbowed him playfully, winking for effect. Yamamoto blushed. "It is! Who is it? Someone I know?"

"Ahh! N-no! It's not like that, Oyaji! That was…ah, that was Kanai-sensei. She insisted on, uh, walking me home after practice." His gaze fell to the floor. She never did tell me why. He remembered. Tsuyoshi stood for a moment. Then, he smiled wide.

"Ooooh, okay. So, son…" He threw his arm around Yamamoto's shoulders and looked at him seriously. "You're finally starting to go for the older women, huh?" He smiled. Yamamoto's eyes widened and a dark blush covered his face. He ran into his room, denying everything his father said along the way.

AND IF GOD TAKES ME BEFORE YOU, I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW I LOVE YOU.

Kanai reached her two-story home, not too far from the complex where Gokudera lived. She pulled out her keys and unlocked her door, throwing them onto the dining room table afterward. They clanged and crashed, and fell onto the floor.

She traveled the staircase and made her way to the back of the home, dropping her things along the way. She took her hair down and it fell down her shoulders and over her eyes. Almost to the end of the hall, Ameni. She told herself. You can make it to the bed, can't you?

The teacher came to a door at the end of the hall, and her abdomen started to hurt. It was a piercing pain. But at the same time she felt as if she would vomit if she took another breath. Her arms wrapped around her middle, and her legs, no longer able to keep her upright, buckled beneath the weight of her.

She crashed to the floor. Kanai screamed in pain as a seizure overtook her. Her joints locked and her muscles shook. She curled into a ball in the middle of the hall. Tears crawled down her cheeks like bugs. Yet she never stopped screeching. The screaming would be deafening if anyone was around to hear it.

After a moment of about six minutes (an eternity to Kanai) her body went limp. The screaming ceased. Her breathing was hard, and she twitched. "Nngh…ngH! Gah! Nnnnn…." Kanai's head was absolutely pounding. She slowly unfurled herself, still making intelligible noises and twitching, and opened her eyes. She looked around, as if not knowing where she was.

"GAHHH!" Her hands gripped the sides of her head; it felt like her brain was trying to break her skull open. It pounded and pierced her mind, but eventually, it slipped away. Just like it always does. She took a few deep breaths and sat up, bringing her knees in and wrapping her arms around them.

"…Why must you do this to me?" She looked up at the ceiling, searching, as if it held all the answers in the world. "…W-Why? It hurts…" She sighed and thought back on today. "I hate having to lie, saying that I'm okay. I'm not okay…" She groaned, standing with the help of the wall behind her.

Kanai started to walk away, into the room at the end of the hall. She paused just inside the doorjamb. "I'm fucking possessed." She punched the doorjamb with all her strength, making a dent and forcing her knuckles to bleed. She took no notice, falling onto the bed and immediately passing out.

BLOOD IS DRIPPING FROM MY HANDS. TELL ME, IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?

CH I END.

Songs: Koe - Tsukiko Amano, OMG - Usher ft. Will., Paper Moon - Tommy Heavenly6, I Love the Way You Lie - Eminem ft. Rihanna, With Eyes Wide Shut - Bless the Fall, and Witness, Last Ones Left - Bless the Fall.

This is my first chapter. Review? :3