~Prologue~

The chapter that's too long to be a prologue, that you really don't need to read, that is completely unnecessary, but is here anyway.

Its recommended that you skip down to the very eye catching bold lettering a few paragraphs over.

It was a well-known fact that Lynx was a young girl. It was also a well-known fact that she was something of a wallflower.

What wasn't a well-known fact was that Lynx was an evil, anti-social, bitch-in-the-making sponsored by her own wretched little mind, and was hell-bent on secretly bringing the world into various states of human genocide.

…

Well, that's a bit much. But she was still dead-set on bringing the Apocalypse on a smaller scale, at least. And wrecking social havoc. And freaking people out. And being an anti-social little psychopath with nothing better to do than screw with people's heads until they run away screaming.

Hm. Remind you of anyone?

But anyway…

Kuromine, Lynx, an apathetic teenaged girl with a severe case of social awkwardness, walked through the streets at the late hours of the afternoon and absentmindedly surveyed her surroundings.

A plain, ordinary takoyaki stand. Annoying multitudes of humanity. A random, boring bench. More annoying multitudes of humanity. Some guy apart from the crowd murdering people. Cool. And did she mention the annoying multitudes of humanity?

She snorted in her mind as people fled the scene of that school perfect, Hibari Kyoya, beating up some poor, unintelligent glob of flesh for 'disturbing the peace.' Honestly, Lynx saw no problem with that – he was just enforcing the rules, wasn't he? That wasn't so scary, was it?

Many would beg to differ.

Lynx shoved her hands in her pockets and walked on, away from the…people.

She didn't really like people, see.

People were so…pathetic? No, just…boring. They were basically the same: Shallow, narrow-minded, and selfish. Not that she really minded. Because she herself was quite selfish too, see, but then wouldn't Lynx be a hypocrite of her own words?

Actually, no. Lynx wouldn't have minded if people did something INTRESTING to satisfy that selfishness, like take over the entire town and beat the living daylights out of people for completely random reasons because you have the power and you were feeling a bit evil.

No, she didn't have a problem with that at all – if all people were like that, Lynx would probably quit isolating herself from humanity and join the fun.

But unfortunately (Or fortunately, for some) most people were not as creative as the resident bloody psychopaths – they stuck to cheating on tests and throwing away bentos and all that other cliché shit.

Can't anyone be more original for a change?

Take last week, for example: Some girl got up to her face. Told Lynx half/half foreigners suck. Decided to spill her store-bought lunch on the dirty gray floor. And pranced away giggling girlishly.

The next day, there was a mass of over-sized local bugs stuck to the bottom of her desk, and a pool of blood in her locker.

…The girl screamed bloody murder, gave Lynx the finger, and transferred away, sobbing with her pack of mindless cronies following, and threw the culprit bloodshot evil eyes as she scurried out the door. Lynx was very proud.

Now, don't judge her so soon – Lynx was relatively nice to strangers. Fairly polite to elders. Somewhat kind to the non-bitchy innocent people who didn't deserve her wrath. But obnoxious, over-cliché little hoes who dare insult her race? No, bitch, no – they can feel the full wrath of Lynx's evil murderous tendencies.

As a matter of fact, Lynx was just thinking over some new ideas to make the rest of them leave the school, and that oh, why can't something interesting happen? when suddenly something went…

BOOM!

…In the general vicinity of some house nearby. It was followed by a high-pitched "HIIIIIEEEEEEEEE" from a suspicious direction which Lynx seriously hoped wasn't –

CRASH!

Lynx barely had time the register the unknown force on top of her as she hit the pavement hard, crushed underneath what was apparently a boy who was blown out of a building by a bomb of some sort.

Interesting.

But as amusing and non-boring as this was, Lynx wasn't feeling well enough to watch with curiosity – actually, she was very dizzy and that might have been her blood that was leaking onto the streets like a broken water pipe as the boy above her hastily got off and stared in horror.

The last thing she remembered was a girly, abet male voice screaming in panic, and a squeaky tone saying something like "Dame-Tsuna…"

Then she conked out.

Lynx woke up on a bed. Stared at the ceiling impassively. Wondered why the fuck someone decorated the room with dangerous weapons. Then turned to look at her attacker with a blank face.

It was a young boy, about her age, brown haired with innocent eyes and a flushed, 'Oh-this-is-so-awkward-what-do-I-DOOO?' expression. He looked kinda familiar. Maybe Lynx had met him at some point in life?

There was an uncomfortable silence as he fidgeted and looked for the right words to say.

"Etto…I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi and…Um…I'm sorry for crashing into you?" He began nervously.

Well. That was a very lame apology. Someone must have agreed with her because seconds later, a giant green mallet materialized out of nowhere, wielded by a small, mafia-y infant who proceeded to nail the boy with a solid smack.

"Dame-Tsuna, that was a pathetic apology. Ignore my idiot student. I'm Reborn," the infant said, retrieving his mallet, which had somehow reverted into a...chameleon? Cool.

He stuck out a tiny hand.

She blinked owlishly. Then shook his hand as he asked her name.

"…Lynx." She said awkwardly.

"Eh? Are you foreign?" Tsuna asks, recovering from the blow to the head. Amazing. He's still alive!

Lynx nodded. "...Half Japanese, though."

"Oh."

"…"

"…"

Again, the silence makes a comeback!

Lynx and Tsuna stared at each other awkwardly as they each lost the thread of conversation. Reborn just watched from the sidelines.

Tsuna desperately wished Lynx would say something and stop glaring at him.

Lynx inwardly chanted that she needs to get the hell away from here.

Or risk human interaction. With strangers. Ew. No.

She's not social – she loathes being in contact with unknown people for a timespan beyond five minutes. And if said human in contact happens to be the one who accidentally crushed her against the concrete and possibly broke a few ribs…Huh.

Peachy, ain't it?

The silence continued. The baby fell asleep. Lynx stared at the snot bubble and wondered if she can jump out the window before they can react. Or perhaps run away screaming. Whichever works.

Then her stomach growled.

"…" She turned her head as pink dusted her cheeks. ...Shoot, she thought. Evil, anti-social, bitches-in-the-making were wonderful creatures – however, the universal laws of living things must still be obeyed.

Therefore, despite Lynx's severely unhealthy eating habits (Read: NONEXISTENT eating habits), she can still get hungry.

And oh great, Sawada Tsunayoshi now had that motherly, somewhat pitying look on his face, as his eyes lost their wary edge and Lynx's inner self slammed her head in a wall. Noooo...human contact! It violates the rules of my nonexistent religious handbook!

"Would you like to stay for dinner?" he said, smiling nervously at her.

"... – " Lynx never even began her sentence.

For the second time that day, there was an explosion that rocked the foundations of this house, and Lynx stared at the thing that flew into the room, wielding very real-looking pink grenades and a bazooka.

She paused. Someone explain: Is a hybrid between a human and a cow possible? Because that thing seems like a very convincing mix of the two.

Now.

While Lynx may come off as a suicidal person with zero sense of self-preservation, she did have that wonderful sixth sense that gives her a heads up when a blaring red 'Danger! Mass Explosion Incoming!' flag is shown – namely, when a cow child armed with very real grenades and bazookas shouts 'Die, Reborn!' and hurls said grenades at the other infant of the room.

Who deflected it with a single hand, sent the bombs flying out the window, successfully ruining the glass, and enlightening Lynx on why the Tuna-boy had dropped out of the sky.

That baby was obviously not normal.

No, it wasn't the suit, the smirk, or the blatant evilness that vibrated off the kid – it was…the curly sidebangs.

Yes. The curls.

How are they so damn prefect? Seriously! What the hell? Only massively evil homicides can have such symbols! Don't you know of The Hitler Mustache? It was the same thing! This Reborn kid was the next generation devil child! Hey, Lynx should get his autograph while he's here…

Cough. Right. Anyway…

As soon as Lynx snapped out of the trance that mini-Hitler caused, she tapped Tsuna on the shoulder, even as the cow child screamed and charged at Reborn over and over with no avail.

"Bye."

He looked at her incomprehensively. Then gaped as she jumped out the newly broken window, took a few flying leaps, and landed on the ground safely, before running off, and fading from view.

She had a sudden thought. Well. That was surprisingly easy. How come people don't use the window more?

Then she ran away at the speed of light.

Back in the Sawada Household, one Sawada Tsunayoshi stood rooted by the window and stared after the fading figure with his mouth open.

"Wha…Did she just – ? Oi, Lambo, stop!"

"Waaahh!"

BOOM.

Cue Ten-Year-Bazooka.

"Yare, yare…Young Vongola, good to see you again."

The door opened, and a pink haired woman stepped in, holding a plate of purple food, thus identifying herself as Bianchi, who looked mildly annoyed. She caught sight of the room's cow-printed occupant.

"What's with all the noi – ROMEO!"

Vongola chaos ensues.

In the middle of the night, after the long haired 'Lynx' girl had left, Tsuna lay on his bed, about to go to sleep.

"Sighh…I hope that Lynx-san is alright…Everything that happened must have scared her, on top of her injuries…"

"Dame-Tsuna. You should make her your subordinate."

"What? Reborn…" Tsuna groaned. Thank goodness that Gokudera and Yamamoto weren't here today – they probably would've traumatized the poor girl, and made her mentally scarred for life…As if random tuna boy artillery followed by grenade spamming wouldn't.

That had been the first encounter between Kuromine Lynx and Sawada Tsunayoshi.

It also marked the start of a beautiful relationship.

…

…Okay, not really.

But it did mark the start of a long stroll in hell.

The funny thing about life was, that even when Lynx decided that yesterday's fiasco was the most horrible thing ever, and that there's no way anything can be worse, something out of the blue has to come and prove her wrong.

You know that stuff earlier, about how Lynx wished life was more interesting and that people were less boring and ect. ect?

Well.

When she said that, she meant something fun and interesting, like the gang next town coming over to fight with the Discipline Committee, or some fellow evil genius pulling a brilliant prank, or watching a stuffed animal get grinded up in a blender as she taped it for Youtube. (Which is...not creepy at all. Totally not. Lynx has a perfectly normal sense of 'fun')

Not getting squashed by some girly 'Tuna-boy' or caught up in explosions, or being overly exposed to human contact, or meeting the next generation Hitler baby.

Well, you can scratch the last one – that part was pretty interesting. The Reborn kid was one of Lynx's kind – in other words, cunning, sadistic, and having violently evil tendencies that involve their enemies seeing hell.

But whatever.

Point is, Lynx wished for stuff to happen, and was subjected to the worst 24 hours of her life in the company of the new bane of her existence: The Sawada Household.

Then she deemed that it was a one-time experience that was never gonna repeat.

She was dead wrong.

The divine beings up there must have something against her because three days later, after school, she found herself once again meeting with the infamous Sawada Tsunayoshi, sitting at a sushi place being fed ootoro, and wishing someone had taught her the importance of running away screaming like a headless chicken when the time is right.

Like thirty minutes ago.

Let's rewind a bit, shall we?

See, Lynx was just walking home after class, and then this completely random tall, tanned boy just sees her face and goes, "Ahahaa! Are you new to town? I haven't seen you before!" as he manages to somehow steer her to a sushi place without her notice.

It was like, stare, stare, blink, Ahahaha! What's your name?...Do you like baseball?...You hungry?...Ahahaha!...walks…takes arm…and suddenly…

Whoosh. Lynx found herself seated in a chair of the newly acquainted Yamamoto Takeshi's sushi restaurant, staring at the bane of her existence dead in the eye as she wondered if this was karma's way of payback for what she does to her classmates.

Yamamoto Takeshi ahahaha'd and left to help his father.

Silence made a gallant stand.

Silence still didn't last long.

"Oi! Who are you and what do you want with Jyuudaime!" shouted a silver haired guy that somehow resembled an octopus.

Funny. Humans and octopuses were nothing alike.

"Ah! Gokudera-kun, calm down! She's… a friend!"

Lynx raised an eyebrow. They were? Did she miss something in the last three days?

Because the last time she checked, she and Tuna-boy were NOT on good terms. At all. Actually, she abhorred his very existence and wished upon him a gruesome death. That was not friendly. Plus, she was still recovering from extreme bloodloss courtesy of aforementioned Tuna-boy.

Besides. Who would want to be friends with her?

Her slate colored hair was boring. Her dark eyes spelled an obvious aura of 'I'm-a-miserable-emo-person-so-stay-the-hell-away.' Her pale, pale, skin looked translucent and vampire-like.

The whole package granted Lynx with a rather convenient 'Fuck off' charm.

Yamamoto Takeshi had been sadly immune to said charm.

Anyway. Tsunayoshi, as he is called, was calming down the 'Gokudera' boy who had his hands full of…dynamite?

Peachy.

Another psycho bomber on the loose. Lynx should phone Hibari.

Or did he known these guys already?

"Ah…Lynx-san, right? From a few days ago? Are you okay?" Tsuna nervously asked.

Lynx wordlessly nodded.

The bomber boy snapped his head in her direction and positively growled before getting up in her face and snarling, "RESPOND WHEN JYUUDAIME TALKS TO YOU!" while spitting imaginary flames from his mouth.

That's how mad he was. And oh it was freaking scary. Would've been. If only Lynx didn't have experience with these kinds of people.

She blinked at him. Then proceeded to ignore him and snap apart her chopsticks.

He nearly exploded.

"YOU-!"

"Gokudera-kun! She saved me a couple days ago! I was bombed by Reborn and flying in the sky and she broke my fall!"

She had been unceremoniously flattened by aerial artillery. It's not like she had a choice. But hey, whatever you say, Tuna-boy. Whatever you say…

Gokudera's jaw dropped.

There was an epic transformation – his face went from angry troll, to flame breathing dragon, to something resembling a shy, awkward teenaged girl who was scolded by her mother.

Amazing.

Even the facial expressions of these people must be weird. But it was something of a refreshing change, though. So long as no random bombs or floppy dead fishes were nailing her on the head, Lynx decided that these people were admittedly interesting, though dangerous to hazardous degrees.

"…yeah. That." Lynx said, somewhat belatedly. Then she picked up a piece of sushi.

Tsuna looked at her helplessly.

"EHH?" Gokudera exclaimed, recovering from shock. "She – she saved your life? And I hadn't been there? Jyuudaime, I'm sorry! I'm a disgrace! I'm unworthy of being your right-hand man! I-…" Yada, yada, yada.

They calmed down eventually (How Tsuna pulled that off is a miracle).

Then ate in silence.

Lynx inwardly pondered on how it would've been more interesting if they were aliens or something. She didn't have a problem with that – as a matter of fact, Lynx didn't have a problem with anything non-human.

Be it bugs, snakes, or flying pigs, Lynx welcomed them with open arms, and makes a 180 personality turn (on the inside. Outside? Not so much) when in company with said non-humans. Then she switches back at first sign of civilization. It was a shame, really.

If Lynx would just wipe that blank, morbid stare off her face, then maybe children would stop running away screaming when she comes within 10 feet radius.

"…" Chew. Chew. Munch.

This is pretty nice...

Lynx chewed her dead fish (The legal name is 'sushi') as Tsuna eyed her nervously.

He attempted to stop the awkward silence from stretching any longer.

Like always.

"So Lynx-san…You don't talk much, do you?" He asked, twiddling his chopsticks and setting them down.

Admittedly, the sushi was pretty good. Lynx didn't have anything against fish. Gokudera shot her a nasty glare. He was no longer in the midst of regretful doom. What a pity.

"No." She said. Then went straight back to her meal.

Again, silence attempts to make a dramatic return, and ward off the evil foe known as friendly people.

It failed.

Sawada Tsunayoshi seemed to take no heed in the fact that Lynx had no intentions of making social communications of any sort. She tends to purposefully avoid that. At all times.

Then came the return of the master of Ahahaha-ing otherwise known as Yamamoto Takeshi.

He sort of just drifted over and said he was done for the day, and that Hey, Lynx, do you like the sushi, and then, Hey, Tsuna, what's going on?, then Ahahaha, Gokudera, put away your fireworks, and then he unconsciously started another argument between him and the dynamite boy with Tsuna trying to break them up and Lynx watching with a blank face at the sidelines.

She was tempted to sigh.

She almost, almost wished for a return of the ever so boring normality.

Actually, this probably was normality for these people and, well, frankly she was getting tired of watching them bicker and - wait. Gokudera's getting out the dynamite. He might have knocked something over.

Overpriced sushi and broken dishes. Hm. Lynx continued to watch bemusedly.

"Ciaossu."

She turned her head to see the Hitler baby occupying the space beside her.

"…Hey."

He turned to the bickering group of three that didn't seem like they would shut up anytime soon. Ignored it. Then turned back to her.

"So. Kuromine, Lynx, was it? Aren't you a freshman?"

"Yeah."

"Have you considered transferring as a Nami-Chu second-year?"

Huh. Transferring. And moving up a grade. Sort of. Now why would she do that?

Lynx looked at him pointedly.

Reborn returned her look.

"You have nearly straight a hundreds, despite not paying attention in class, and have skills that would be wasted at that school. Shouldn't you move somewhere? Dame-Tsuna is almost a second-year, and even he pulls through. It won't be a problem for you."

Wait. How the hell does he know this stuff?

Lynx was a bit perturbed.

Did this baby stalk her or something? No, that's not possible, or he would have mentioned the fact that she sent a good portion of the female population to the hospital at least once…Without the teachers' notice. So there were no records of it.

And she had only moved here a year ago.

So he must have just looked at her records. It does comment about her naps.

"…" She didn't respond.

Lynx had been thinking something along the lines of, 'Hell no. It'll be too much effort and I'll lose my bitchy reputation and THEN where would I be? Mobbed by overzealous yet-to-be-bitches and in human contact. No thanks.' and since Reborn reads minds, he obviously knew what she was really saying.

But Reborn being Reborn, he just disregarded it as bullshit and twisted her words into something like, Oh, of course I would love to skip a grade! I'll totally transfer to Dame-Tsuna's class and display my skills for the world to see while you watch from random secret hideouts! Thank you, Reborn-san!

Yeah. He didn't give a damn about free-will.

"It was nice talking to you." Talking? Her? She said a total of…like…three words! "Ciao, ciao!"

Then he vanished.

And the bickering trio seemed to be coming to a conclusion with their argument, with Lynx having been totally forgotten amidst their fray.

Some random waiter put a bill on the table. It covered the plates, the damages, and the overpriced sushi.

Lynx blinked.

…Wow. That's a lot of zeros.

Then she dutifully tapped Tsuna's shoulder, ("HIIIIEEEE! Oh, Lynx-san. Sorry about all this! What's wrong?") and flashed him the bill.

He nearly wilted with despair.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn (C) Amano Akira

Kuromine Lynx (C) Ice-Roses - aka Moi