Author's Note: Well, here goes! I hope that it's alright!

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

I smile timidly in an innocent way as the teacher introduces me to the class. "This is Hayashi, Kirimi," he explains. I play with a strand of my long, violet hair out of shyness as I gaze around the classroom nervously with my matching violet eyes. "She moved here recently from England. I want you all to treat her nicely."

"It's nice to meet you all," I greet. I continue to smile as I add a bit timidly, "I hope we can all get along." I look the reactions of the class shyly. I blush lightly as I hear one of the males say that I'm cute. The teacher places me next to the door in the back corner and I can't help but smile a bit to myself. The teacher placed me in the perfect seat. I love sitting in the back. I can watch everyone else without feeling people's eyes on my back. I let out a small, quiet sigh. No one else hears me. I'm glad.

I look around during lunch break. The students are milling about, drifting towards their friends. The sound of many mixed conversations fills the room. I can't help but feel a bit lost, but I smile to myself because it's always been like this. I've always been too timid to approach anyone, I watch as the people in the classroom slowly start to decrease as they drift out of the room. I start to look out the window. There's constant motion outside. Whether it's the breeze gently swaying the tree branches covered with green leaves to its will or the puffy white clouds drifting slowly across the never-ending blue sky. "U-Um... Are you lonely?" a male voice asks, stopping my thoughts for a second.

I turn over to the source of the voice and find that a short looking male with spiky brown hair and kind brown eyes was the one to speak. Next to him are a tall, athletic looking male with short, spiky, dark hair and a carefree smile and a foreign looking male with silver hair, green eyes, and a slightly irritated expression. My eyes widen a bit. "Me?" I ask quietly. "No, not really… I'm always alone like this," I reply. I offer him my small, timid smile.

He seems to pity me a bit and he asks, "Would you like to join us for lunch then?"

I nod as I continue to smile a bit timidly. "Really? Are you sure that's okay?" I ask. He nods and I get up. "Thanks for inviting me, umm…" I start as I try to recall if he was called on during class. "Sawada-san, right?" I ask, just to make sure that my memory was correct.

"Yeah. How did you know?" he asks. His eyes are a bit wide.

I laugh softly at his reaction. "You got called on during the English lesson and math lesson," I reply. "You seemed like you were having a lot of trouble and people were muttering, 'That's No-Good Tsuna for you.'" He seems dejected and I realize that he must think that I was laughing at him. The silver-haired male glares at me coldly and it looks as though he's about to yell at me, but I start to speak before he can. "I don't see why they're so mean to you," I say as I frown a little. "But in the end, all you really need is a little extra help, right?" I end a bit cheerfully. I smile at him innocently.

I wave good-bye to my newly made friends as we reach the school gates. "I have to go this way now," I explain, pointing in the opposite direction that they all start to head towards.

"Eh? You live that way?" Yamamoto asks. I smile a bit and nod.

Tsuna actually looks slightly worried now. "Should you really walk home alone…?" he asks a bit hesitantly.

"I'll be fine, don't worry. It's always been like this," I reply. I smile at him. "Bye! I'll see you tomorrow," I say before walking off on my own. I continue to smile to myself as I walk down the street, careful to avoid any accidents. As I reach a busy intersection, my expression goes back to its normally more neutral expression. The innocence gone. I weave though the people skillfully and my violet hair slowly fades back to blue. I walk behind a telephone pole and my violet eyes turn back to red. Time to head back to Kokuyo Land.

"Onii-chan," I greet as I walk into the theater. The only light source is the partially broken windows, covered in some areas with the old red curtains with gaps that the sunlight can stream through.

The blue-haired male with a blue eye and a red eye looks up at me and smiles. "Oh, you're back. How did it go, my cute little Hisoka?" He chuckles. "Or should I say 'Kirimi'?"