Alright. So I finally decided to write a story of my own. This is my first fanfic, and hopefully it isn't as horrible as I think it is. I'm not a great writer, but I really love stories and I hope to make my own one up. And yes, this is a shameless Self-Insert since I love those stories best. Also, this has no beta (obviously) so forgive me for any typos or grammar mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or any other animes/characters that may be mentioned within. I own only my OCs.

Chapter 1:

Throughout history there has been a concept that many has tried to grasp again and again; however, no one person or thing has been able to come close to it has come to an agreement as to what it really means. This concept of Life which is often questioned, personified, and acted upon.

A woman's voice called out as she exited the door, "Remember to pick up your brother from school at one, okay? He has an appointment!"

Many like to think of life as a right, a right in which every human is entitled to.

A figure sighed with annoyance and waved away the older woman. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

However, they are completely and utterly wrong.

"I'm here for-" Loud gunshots sound from within the school, and screams of terror follow. Just as the speaker's heart picks up speed in fear, her mind remembers her brother.

Life is a privilege, a loan that one can enjoy, dread, love, fear, and use as they like.

There! There he is, in the front covering some other girl. "You all think you guys can make fun of me and get away with it?!" The gun points in the general direction of my stupid-snot-nosed brother, I can't hear or see anything else.

One must always remember that life is a gift, but a gift that can be taken away at anytime.

That's all it took for me to do something stupid.

It is inevitable.

Somehow I'm in front of the kid grasping the gun, pulling, grappling, a shot. The kid is pulled off me, and the gun is still in my hands, well the muzzle.

But there is something that is certain. Something that many fear, embrace, accept, and at times await.

"-tupidStupidStupidSTUPID! Why did you do that-!" My hates-black-olives-brother's voice hitches as he fumbles with my shirt (chest area?), and I don't know why I can't breathe. I can't breathe, but I won't let him live it down, "Hey. *wet cough* You sound like a girl." My afraid-of-snakes-brother makes a weak whimper and says something that I can't hear for some reason. That is Death. Death is certain, and Death is real, so very real. I can't breathe. Ah. My eyes are getting blurry, wait I can't see now. Where's the pain? Am I dying? No. Not yet!
"Hey…*gurgle* You got an appointment toda-"

Mom is going to be pissed.

Death is the end of life, the last gift that the higher powers bestow. Yet, the gift is nothingness forever after.

My afterlife is nothing but a void in which I will forever float with no physical form to see, touch, or taste. Though I was able to sense, I could only sense the flame that is my own soul. That was it.

The only thing that kept me mildly sane was my memories of my short life. Memories of my family, my education, my hobbies, my favorite foods, and so on. And on, and on, and on. Nothing but my own repetitive thoughts resonating within my soul.

The empty world around me echoing my mockery of sanity as I drift with no direction or pattern.

I just am.

The Nothing is just is.

That is all there is. Nothing.

For Death is the final end for the typical human life and nothing will follow afterwards.

At least that was what I thought, before I was being squeezed out into existence, screaming and crying. So, apparently death being the end wasn't completely accurate in my case.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Hibari! You have a baby girl!"

It seems, I have somehow gone through the process of rebirth and now I am once again alive. Not that I'm complaining about this part, it is way better than the nothingnothingnothing void I had been in before. Although, the whole remembering my birth thing I could do without right now.

(Little did I know, that was the LEAST of my worries.)

"It seems like Kyoya will be responsible for his new little sister, wife."
"Yes, but let us first see how he reacts to our little Mei, alright?"

Let me know what you guys think!