A/N: Hello! This is a new story of mine. The full proper Author's note will be at the bottom, so it wouldn't disrupt your reading.

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs. KHR does not belong to me. Nor do I own PJO

Prologue

Act 0.1: That second life.

I visibly slumped in my seat just as our homeroom teacher stepped into the classroom.

Yet again, I was nearly late. For the third time in a row.

'This is becoming a habit,' I thought as I brought out my writing materials onto the classroom desk. Lisa, from two tables to my left-I was seated next to the a window-frowned. She saw me looking at her, and her eyes displayed the words of "Let's talk."

Just then-I cursed my luck-the teacher gave us time to self-study. Lisa pulled her chair over to me , her eyes determined to find out the reason why I was out of things these days.

You see, Lisa Stormer is my best friend-the only one who didn't flinch at my scary bright caramel brown gaze, and didn't back away from my cold attitude. In fact, she was the only one who bothered approaching me on the first day I transferred here.

Somehow we became friends-spur of the moment or not, but it was Lisa droning on and on the book I had held in my hand as I ate lunch in class during lunch break. And as we both were bookworms at heart, we introduced different reads for the other to look at. Be its gore, comedy, romance, or even comics and mangas-not to be confused with comics, Lisa had always added-we didn't mind what we read. Sometimes it would drabble into reading fanfictions on various sites, and I was glad to admit that if Lisa hadn't approached me all those weeks ago, I would've been labelled as a loner.

So it comes down to this situation two months since we met; Lisa tossing her uncompleted homework from the night before on my desk and pulling in the chair as she sat on it. I brought out a piece of scrap paper and begun scratching out lines on it.

Lisa was succumbed to silence as she tried her luck at the questions on the paper. Ultimately after a few minutes, she botched the whole thing and confronted me instead.

"Rell, you've been late these days. It's so unlike you. Are you okay?" her blue eyes looked at me with concern. I sighed through my nose. Lisa had this uncanny ability to know that there was something wrong with a person. It was hard to hide things from her.

"I have a very bad foreboding," I confessed, "As if something bad is gonna happen." Lisa grasped her pen again and started to attack the questions on the worksheet again.

"And it's been worrying you till you're late these past few days?" she sounded like a professional psychologist, pushing up her glasses to add more effect to that impression.

"Weeell, I've been thinking over it all night," I admitted sheepishly. My left hand coaxed out a few more strokes to add detail to the current sketch of mine.

"Hmm,"she hummed, "I could tell you not to worry too much about the matter but usually something like that means that the event should involve you or people close to you." she frowned and wrinkled her nose in distaste as she read the next question, having finished the first.

I peered at the worksheet's title.

'Science 4B chapter 11 revision.'

I glanced at her, and teased-a bit monotonously, "You sound so much like a psychologist, yet you hate science."

"Oh shut up. Says the one who hates Math." she grumbled. The tiniest of smirks donned my normally stoic face as I continued our everyday banter, "Even the career results the other day suits a psychologist for you."

"W-well then a writer still needs to learn how to tally up the profits!" she countered back, face red as a tomato.

"Hey, it's just basic Math, with added bits of percentage. Anyone can manage that." I replied casually. Lisa spluttered in indignation and tried to come up with a witty comeback.

"Hey, don't worry. I'll come to you when I need help from a psychologist. I'll be your loyal customer," I teased. Lisa deflated at that, and the blush on her face stayed all throughout homeroom as she silently did her work.

I turned my attention back to my drawing, giving it a few more strokes to complete it entirely.

I hope that feeling was wrong.

I hope everything stays this peaceful.

~XD~XD~XD~

"Alright students, pack up," the teacher dismissed us.

Currently it was the end of school for today, and I quickly stuffed my belongings into my knapsack and walked over to Lisa who was filing the last bits of notes she took during class in a manila folder. She zipped the bag up, and slung it over her shoulders.

"Let's go!" she exclaimed as she made her way out of the class. I followed her silently, hearing her complain about the homework for the day as we walked the usual route back to our homes. I added my bits of opinions on my own, sometimes teasing her on random items that made her blush furiously.

When we came to the familiar sight of towering apartment blocks, we stopped.

"Be careful," Lisa said, grinning.

"You too," I replied.

Then I turned around to the right, where the street had split into two.

'A fork in the road,' I had always mused as I came upon it.

(A loud honk.)

"Rell!"Watch out!" someone screamed behind me. I turned back to the source where the voice came from, but a hard impact smashed into my skull.

(The car stops just in time; just in front of me.)

My eyes widened in shock and pain, and I fell onto the ground with a thump.

(... I feel faint.)

I heard footsteps running up to me, someone screaming my name.

'Lisa...'

('Matron Calispsia...')

The whole world turned black.

(My vision turned black.)

~XD~XD~XD~

I gasped, sitting up. Everything is engulfed in darkness. I could barely see anything in front of me.

What... Just happened?

I couldn't believe it.

Was I dead yet? Is this even Heaven-or Hell?

I brought a hand up to my cheek and pinched it.

No, the pain was real. But then, I'm dead?

"Although it is amusing to see you fluster about your death, but I need to rush off soon," A voice boomed, shocking me out of my wits and I jumped up in surprise.

I looked around, but it was still pitch black all around me-until a blinding light appeared, and I had to shield my eyes from it. When the light died down, I lowered my arm as I stared impassively at the figure before me.

This figure resembled those Greek deities that were depicted by the ancient civilization, with curly hair and buff muscles, wearing a purple toga. A crown-not gold, but seemingly made out of black metal-was sitting dangerously on the head of the black curly hair, and it seemed like the owner did not care if it was to even drop. The body color of this man, though he was buff, was that of an almost porcelain-white skin, but it seemed to glow eerily against the dark gray backdrop the figure stood in front of. The sandals the person wore were straw, and white tufts-were those wings?-were neatly folded together. The hair of this person seemed to shadow most of his face, so I could not see how it looked like.

One would think he was one of those death gods, like Thantos, or even Hades himself(I cursed myself for reading too much Percy Jackson over and over).

"Stop gawking at me like I am some sort of god, human," it spoke, "For I am not, the gods have much more things to do than just talk to an inferior being. I am simply an assistant of the gods, a messenger, but not the god of them."

I nodded slowly, processing what that... Figure had said.

The figure clapped its hands, and a bottle appeared, containing a glistering purplish-pink liquid, with bits of indigo, blue and green appearing in swirls around inside the liquid before disappearing.

"This will provide all the information that thou requires, and a clone of mine has been input into your system for explaining and answering what is currently going on," it told me.

"W-wait a second," I protested, confused, "What are you doing? What do you mean?"

The figure sighed. "You humans always asking the same questions every time. Fine, I would answer them."

The figure put up a finger. "One. You are currently dead, as you may suspect, and taken out of your world. Due to the fact that in that very world you do not play a huge role in it, as I had stated earlier, you has been removed from thou's world in a non-painful, non-stressful and non-troubling way, which is death. Clear so far?"

I nodded, and it continued its speech.

"Now, the gods decided it would be best for the same person, the same soul," it exaggerated the word, " To take over this particular person's place. Hold your questions, Missy. I am not done with the explanation," it gave me a pointed look as my mouth opened up to ask more questions. I shut it immediately, as it continued its speech, " In this case, this person is a parallel version of you, except under different circumstances. And in this world, you play a very important role in the main storyline."

"Storyline?" I questioned, curious.

The figure shifted its weight on both feet, the white tufts-that turned out to indeed be wings-fluttering uneasily as its owner frowned.

"Well, the gods call it that. And I has to leave it at that, seeing that it is unexplainable to you. Anyway, your other self is too dead, so seeing that your current life has not much plot to it (I cringed at that; what was with these story format references?), so the gods are going to replace you, with your other parallel self. That should be all for now, and I thinks I should remove the clone-I have already answered the questions it was required to do. Now," it gestured to the bottle which happened to be floating in front of the figure the whole time, and it flew towards me, dropping suddenly as I hurriedly caught it. I looked at it in wonder, as the figure began to speak again, "You need to drink this. It provides you with the information with your parallel self's memories and knowledge."

I nodded, acknowledging its words. I twisted open the cap of the bottle I held-surprisingly it resembled somewhat of a normal bottle of mineral water, despite the fact that the contents was not exactly the same clear liquid-and decidedly chugged the whole drink down. It tasted like mineral water too, which freaked me out a little. I looked at the empty bottle in my hands, and threw it onto the ground without a thought.

Looking up at it again(it was so hard to even look the guy in the eye for it was hidden by the shadows), I asked, "Can I still ask you a few questions? Who or what are you? How did my other self die? And what world am I going to?"

The figure looked like he wanted to facepalm, its fingers twitching by the side as it answered, "I am what you humans call as an 'Angel'. In my case, an 'Angel messenger'. You may call me Nuncius. The next question-your other self has a weak heart for her age-she died from shock when a car nearly ran her over, so you should arrive with your body in the hospital."

"And as for your last question... Remember how I am referring to the worlds as story books?"

A nod from me.

"Well, this world that thou is going to is based on the book, which..." Nuncius started to fade as a bright light slowly engulfed it.

"Is..."

Finally the Angel Messenger disappeared in a flash of light, and leaving a faint smell of burnt grass behind, barely whispering the last words of the world I was going to.

I found myself also being engulfed in light, but what Nuncius had uttered earlier had shocked me, so I barely acknowledged the fact that I was on my way to this particular world.

"Katekyo Hitman Reborn."

Terms

Nuncius: It means 'Messenger' literally in Latin

A/N: So this is the typical death-and-recarnation OC SI. Rell plays a huge role in this world, so yeah. You'll see what I mean soon.

Haha, it's me, I'm ALIVE! After so many months I've been procrastinating. Those that are waiting for my other stories, sorry about the wait! I've been on a writing spree lately, so I might update one of them.

Do mind the mistakes, for I don't have a beta. I want to work independently for the time being.

Can someone help me read it over and see if everything makes sense? I was in a rush to post this, because my parents are taking away the internet soon OAQ

R&R please! Brownies for those who do so! :)

See you in the next chapter! :D

~RRH42

Edit: A reviewer pointed out i was using the old speak wrongly, so I decided to scrape that.

Word count: 2360