Edit:7/14/2018

Summary: At that moment, she wasn't an everyday, normal, civilian girl. At that moment, she wasn't the girl with the target on her back for a position she didn't want. She was the sky's. She belonged to it. She was one with the sky and she had never felt as happy as she was in that instant with the person she truly was.

Rating: T but it may be bumped up to M because of the rather dark subjects I would like to explore.

Note: I am an amateur and inexperienced writer and this fic is also a fun yet serious way for me to improve my writing skills so if you have any advice to help me better my story, then feel free to PM me or just review. I am looking for a Beta too, though I honestly don't know how the whole thing goes since I am also new at this site.

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She absentmindedly wiped the sweat off her forehead with her elbow as she studied carefully the garden before her, ignoring the scorching heat of the sun on her back.

"We did nice work, don't you think, Tsunami-chan?" An exhausted but satisfied voice said from behind her and she turned around to see a middle-aged man smiling tiredly at her, the wrinkles on his face deepening as he wiped a white cloth at his sweating neck, coming to her side.

Indeed, the small garden looked tidier than usual as they had cleaned all the pots meticulously and picked the already mature fruits and vegetables.

She hummed in agreement and Kazumi-san stretched, sighing softly before facing her, wiping the cloth delicately at her dirty face.

"Thank you again for helping this old man, Tsunami-chan." He told her gratefully, placing a calloused hand on her shoulder.

"It was a pleasure, Kazumi-san." She replied sincerely as she stared at his dark brown eyes, laying her much smaller hand on his.

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She returned home with a basket of freshly picked tomatoes and eggplants, the sun setting and casting various shades of orange and yellow on the sidewalk. She unlocked the door and looked at the several neatly placed leather shoes placed in the entrance hall, easily hearing the voices coming from the living room and licked her lips anxiously.

She sighed.

She wished she just stayed at Kazumi-san's place.

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She tucked an errant curl behind her ear, before taking a sip of her jasmine tea as she listened to the light chatter around her as an arm suddenly rested on her shoulders and she turned her head to meet the cheerfully smiling face of her father.

"How's school been, Tsu-chan?" He asks cheerfully "There aren't any boys bothering you, are there?"

Tsuna didn't miss the sharp tilt in his smile or the promise of danger should her answer somehow displeased him.

"Fine," She shrugged."No boys." She continued softly, crossing her legs as she set the teacup down.

She didn't really hold much interest in either. School was just a necessary stepping stone in life and boys were too immature and very shallow at this age.

It was disgusting, honestly.

"That's my girl!" He said cheerfully, before drinking a mouthful of his glass.

Her nose twitched slightly and she turned her head to avoid smelling the unpleasant odor of alcohol, grimacing.

She placed her teacup near her nose, inhaling the jasmine scent as a distraction.

She gazed around her own garden, noting how much humbler it was than Kazumi-san's, from her place on the big, round table in their backyard, having moved there since the living room was too small with all the guests present. There were only a few well cared potted cactus' from Kazumi-san and the neat green grass that was notable.

Maybe she could ask Kazumi-san for some tips?

Her mama appeared at that moment with a deliciously smelling tray of food in hand and served them cheerily as compliments were thrown her way from some of her father's companions.

Her mama giggled delightedly and gazed lovingly at her father.

Oh, please no. She really did not want to see this, ever.

"Your mom's a pretty great cook, Sawada-chan! I think I'm in heaven," A foreign boy around her age with curly black hair and startling green eyes moaned happily, gorging on his plate rapidly.

She smiled politely in return despite the brief flash of irritation at being addressed in such a familiar name by a stranger.

"I thank you on her behalf. You may simply call me Tsuna, though, everyone does." She watched as 'cow-print' almost choked on his food and turned back on her plate, not feeling all that hungry anymore.

'Delinquent' guy whacked him none too gently on the back, a rather intimidating glare on his face as he hissed almost inaudibly at his fellow guest.

"Have you no manners at all, idiota? Manage to at least appear fucking decent or I swear that you'll fucking regret it."

"What did I do, huh? I was perfectly well behaved! And as though you could do anything against the great Lambo-sama."

She resisted rolling her eyes simply for politeness' sake at their lack of subtlety and completely rude behavior at the dinner table and 'cow prints' lack of self-awareness.

"So, how did you learn Italian?" A high pitched and squeaky voice asked and she turned her head to meet abyss like eyes, lowering her head out of respect than to see the man before her better. She was distantly aware of the danger he posed but not the how or limit to it, though she knew that unless she did something foolish and accidentally offended the man before her (since she certainly had no intention of angering him purposefully) that he would do something life threatening to her.

"I plan to travel the world one day so I taught myself languages and frequented extracurricular lessons on my free time," She responded warily. "I am Sawada Tsunami. May I please know your name?" She introduced herself after a second of hesitation and asked for his name since it would be impolite to continuously refer to him as 'the man' and Sawada Nana did not raise ill-mannered children, ever.

"I am Reborn, The Greatest Hitman In The World," He introduced himself in a quite charming manner, tilting his miniature fedora in a way that made his sideburns bounce adorably and smirking cutely and had it not been for the way her instinct screamed danger, she would have mistaken him as a precocious little boy roleplaying.

If only it were that easy.

"Nice to meet you, Reborn-san." She said almost casually, ignoring the way her father glared at the m - Reborn-san - as her mind quickly connected the pieces together and resolved a piece of her father's web of lies.

She pursed her lips together, somehow surprised at not being that surprised at the revelation.

"What other languages do you know, Tsuna?" The question ordered her attention and she focused once again at the deceiving smirking face of her interrogator.

She chewed slowly as she contemplated answering his question.

"English, Mandarin, Russian, Korean and Hindi, Reborn-san," She listed. "Why?"

She had learned Italian simply because her father had taught her some words when she was younger during his rare visits and she thought that it was fairly beautiful and also since having another European language other than English under her repertoire was rather appealing.

It was unnerving how he knew that she understood the 'secret' conversation the two teens shared and the casual chatter around her, though considering his maybe title, not that much surprising.

She met once again his blank, black gaze and fought the urge to shiver.

It was going to be a long night.

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"So, let me get this straight," her dark-haired best friend said disbelievingly, an eyebrow raised. "You're shifty father came back home after almost 6 years of absence with a group of even more weird looking teens and babies and acted as though he wasn't missing for longer than a week?"

"You're forgetting being interrogated by a dangerous man-baby." She said unenthusiastically.

Kurokawa Hana deadpanned at her.

"That too." She replied almost uncertainly.

Afterall, it was slightly unbelievable, but her best friend knew she wouldn't lie to her, especially about a personal and serious matter.

They were soon happily greeted by their other best friend along their way to Namimori High, their school.

"What're you girls talking about?" Kyoko tilted her as she asked curiously for the reason for the low mood both her dear friends were currently sporting, a worried frown making its way on her face.

Tsuna smiled at her reassuringly, placing a light kiss on her cheek.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, Kyo. Negative emotions don't suit you very much, I'm afraid."

She succeeded in making her caramel-haired friend smile, before explaining to her everything, with Hana chiming in remarks.

"Were they cute, at least?" Asked Hana coyly, raising a suggestive eyebrow at her.

Kyoko giggled, leaning closer in interest as she smiled slyly back.

"Cute, not really. More like hot," Afterall, she wasn't blind. "But their personalities are a little wanting from what I've seen. We'll see, though. They were enrolled at our school and starting today."

This seemed to effectively eliminate any residing tensions in their little group as they reached their classroom. Unfortunately, the three of them weren't next to each other this semester so they seated themselves in their proper seats as the teacher entered.

The teacher greeted them before announcing they were having new students, today.

Huh, she didn't actually think more than one of them would have ended in her class.

Whispers exploded from her classmates and she met Hana's dark gaze briefly before the teacher reined the gossipers adequately enough.

At his prompt, the door opened and squeals mixed with disappointed groaning sounded in the classroom as the delinquent guy and 'laughy' entered.

She tuned the teacher and the noises out as Hana turned around from her place in the middle-left of the class to shoot her an impressed look. Well, they were undoubtedly both attractive.

A commotion took their attention and she turned to her left to see delinquent guy glaring at her neighbor, much to the awe and disbelief of almost everyone.

"Maa, maa, that wasn't nice, Gokudera." Laughy said lightly from his place behind her, nothing really resembling reprimand in his tone as his fellow transferee just threatened and glared at her poor neighbor in leaving the desk.

Laughy had charmed the girl behind her in exchanging seats and she wondered why exactly they chose to sit near her. Maybe for familiarity or because of her connection to her father?

They both ignored the sputtering teacher in the front and wasn't it just amusing watching Nezu-sensei turn red in anger?

Hana raised an eyebrow at her as the resigned teacher began spouting today's lessons and even Kyoko shot her an inquisitive look from her place in the front.

She shrugged, crossing her legs lazily.

Her dark-haired friend turned back on her desk, quickly writing a note for her.

She took out a straw from her pocket and inserted her smoothly folded note in it before blowing it in her direction, the paper landing neatly on her desk.

"What was that about?"

"How should I know?" She scrunched the piece of paper in her hands and skillfully flicked it towards her friend.

"You were the one who spent dinner with them last night. Not bad at all, though Gokudera needs to temper his anger."

"You should see the others too. Is that a crush I hear, Hana?"

"What? No. Pure and simple aesthetics, Tsuna. And don't change the subject."

I don't know, alright? And denial doesn't don you well, flower Hana. I can see your blushing cheeks from here."

"I'm not blushing! And I'm not the one with the monkey fanboys vying for a shred of your attention like the pathetic excuse of space that they are. Don't call me that."

"Don't worry, I'll always put you first, darling. All those boys put together don't even hold a sliver of your charm ;)"

"I hate you."

"Love you too."

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Couldn't help but write it guys! Or else I would probably forget it and you wouldn't get to read this fic.

I got inspired while reading on Tumblr and tadaa, here it is. There were this women who posted some comments about the worry that we females go through on a first date in comparison to the worries that men have during their first date and while I have nothing against men , I do unfortunately recognize how things are in reality so the comments made me think about this, though I still am not sure if it's humor genre since this is my first try and I'm more into angst and drama so I guess you could say this fic is practice.