Author's note: A new story. U-huh. Why? Because lately, I was under pressure. Writing for AVALON actually fun but with such suck grammar, I slowly loosing my interest and it worsened as I couldn't find a decent beta reader. There're few willing to be my beta reader but since they're in A3O, sending them the files proved difficult unlike in Fanfiction which simpler. I need to release stream so I wrote this. Wasn't sure if I will continue this so please tell me your thoughts of this story. Until then, see you!

Warnings: Un-betaed. By the way, Is anyone willing to be my beta for AVALON? Thank you!

Disclaimer: KHR doesn't belong to me, Amano-sensei owned it.

Summary: Until this morning I was still in the train to visit my brother. Until this morning everything was normal. So please tell me what I'm doing in a fictional city filled with crazy mafia and their Flames!? Seriously, from all places I'm stuck in KHR world?! God, please save me! SI-OC. Renamed from 'Aji Rogo Sukmo'.

Revised 31.08.2016 = Sorry for the abrupt delete. I just realized that this fic might be too odd with the spell and its title. Many might be not similar with them so I deleted the spell and renamed the title. Hopefully, it will make this fic not so much peculiar. See you!

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FIRST STORY: THE GIRL

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"Where am I?"

Obviously, no one would answer me.

Sighing, I took one more time glancing around.

Sun was high above head and the cloud moving at lazy phase in vast, blue sky. The air was cool, not too cold or hot. Lots people stood around, minding with their own business. Not caring at the lone foreign girl stood alone in the train station. They eyed me for a brief moment but it just ended there. Most of the time, they were leaving me alone. I guess it was usual in Japan.

Before you ask, I will tell you that I'm a 14 years old Indonesian girl. My height was shorter than average girls in Indonesia and not so pretty face. Wearing orange and yellow stripes of half sleeved shirt, gray hooded long sweater, gray army hat with yellow flower, dark blue jeans, and orange sneakers (The clothes based on 'Calm Mind' from meago in Deviantart. Her designs are fabulous, you can go check it). Aside from brownish bob hair that I tied and reddish brown eyes, there was nothing remarkable from me.

All of you must be wondering why a teenage girl like me was alone in Japan. School break just began in Indonesia, right at the time Mom planned to visit my eldest brother in Japan. Banyu was a college student in Kyoto. He studied in Japan since 2 years ago. Banyu was quite an anime and manga freak. He even taught me Japanese with these media. Not that I mind, on the contrary, I enjoyed it. With side note while I do love him, I will never turn out like him, thank you very much.

Only Mom and I went to Japan, Dad and Jaka, my second elder brother stayed behind in Jakarta. Dad has a job while Jaka must focus on his entrée exam for university. Disappointed indeed but that was life. At the first and second day in Tokyo, everything ran smoothly, Mom and I had fun together and walking around Tokyo. Until in third day, Mom had urgent task from a friend lived in here. She must help the poor lady solve it. Immediately.

She must stay for one more day and Mom wasn't too happy. We were supposed to visit Banyu in Kyoto today, he got caught influenza and someone must nurture him so he can healthy again. Meaning the duty will fall on my shoulder. Mom concerned, I'm just turned 14 years old in last year's 1st December. Unfortunately we have no choice. Someone had to, at least until Mom was done.

"Do you remember the way to your brother's apartment?"

We were in Tokyo Station, waiting for the train.

Mom promised me she will follow after.

"Yes."

"Do you bring your lunch?"

"We just bought it, Mom."

"Do you bring your i-phone?"

"I do."

"Have you charged it? Have you brought your spare clothes too? Is the money enough? Don't forget to contact once you arrive."

"Mo～m!" I whined, making a face.

Mom offered a smile probably meant for comforting. Yet it was an insecure smile.

It didn't help much to assure me.

"I'm sorry, Dear. It's just…you shouldn't go alone."

"Kyoto is fairly near by using train. I'll be fine."

Mom laughed. "I know. Still, I can't stop worrying." She told me.

"You can catch me today once you finish." I pointed this.

"Indeed." She then hauled me inside her warm hugs. "Wait for Mom, okay?"

I let myself smiling, giving her a hug too. "Okay. See you there."

I hoped she does catch up or being alone in a foreign country will be my least problem.

About 10 minutes later, sitting inside the train, I was gazing outside the window. Sighed, I shifted my position. My eyes felt so heavy for some reason. It didn't take long before drowsiness overtaking my conscious. It drifted me to blissful darkness. Then nothing.

It feels like forever when you're sleeping.

Everything was silent around you.

It was kind of peace in a way.

That is, until someone decided to snap it.

"Miss?"

A gentle shook on my right shoulder.

Someone was shaking me, trying to wake me.

A man, I absentmindedly registered.

I sighed, not want to awake just yet.

Can I ask for five more minutes?

"Miss, we have arrived in last station." The unknown yet kind man told me.

I take it back.

Drowsiness gone at instant, I jolted from the seat and snatched my bag. As the heat rushed onto my face, I gazed at the man who woke me up. Just as I imagined he was a middle aged man. He was wearing blue uniform I recognized as train conductor. He sent me a warm, concerned gaze. He looked relieved when I woke up. Quickly, I stuttered an apology.

"Oh God. I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright. It's part of my duty." He tried to suppress his chuckle. "Just don't oversleep again. You might end up spending all your night inside the train." He laughed heartily.

More heat gathered on my face.

"T-thank you, Sir. I'm very sorry."

"Be careful on your way out."

"Yes, Sir."

I walked out from the train hastily, very ashamed. I can't believe it, this never happened before! In Jakarta, you can't sleep alone in a mass transportation vehicle unless you want your precious things got stolen! Thieves often founded in bus and train sometimes even molesters. Just last year Jakarta's trains have those wagons for women and it still not completely safe from thieves. You have got to be very aware and wary. Never again will I let myself oversleep inside the train for the second time! Better get out of here while I can and…

Realization suddenly hit me. Stopping me from walk any further.

Wait.

My eyebrows knitted together.

Wait a second.

Uneasiness was slowly growing inside my stomach.

Took a chance, I spun my head and noting my surrounding very carefully. Come to think of it, I never find out which station I ended up with. I had been in Kyoto twice so I recognized its station and what the station's inside looks like. Imagine when my uneasiness swirled and twisting my stomach as I was looking around. Everything within this station felt alien. I don't find any recognizable thing within my sight at all.

Uh…

Could it be that I missed Kyoto Station and got off in somewhere else?

I gulped at this.

Okay, this is not good. Mom will kill me if she find out.

Ushered the terrifying thought deep into my head, I took a few deep breaths.

It helped me cooled down my head if only for temporary.

"Maybe I should ask someone."

Walking to find any counter for further information, I passed a sign hanging above.

If not for what was written on it, I would've missed it.

Stopped once more, now I'm completely frozen like an ice statue. Slowly, very slowly, I turned around and fixing gaze at the sign. Now the bad feeling grew at least tenfold and far worse than before. As I read the sign, my mouth gaped in disbelief. 'Kyoto Station' was what I expected written on the sign. Instead, what I read was something else.

'Namimori Station.'

'Welcome to Namimori.'

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"What?"

Namimori?

Where did I hear that name before?

Why it sounded awfully familiar?

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And why I have this foreboding feeling that I was about encounter a nasty surprise?

Never was I got so totally busted.

This is the worst day ever.

Dare I can say Mom will absolutely kill me, that is, after she done scolded me, of course.

Half dragging my feet, I strolled though this town's main street.

Tired in both mental and physic.

According to a kind lady who was also a worker in station, there was no direct train to Kyoto passed through Namimori. Apparently, Namimori was a suburban town located somewhere near Sagimihara. This was strange since I rode a Shinkansen. Rode a Shinkansen, you only stop at the big cities such as Nagoya, Osaka or Kyoto. Either I rode a wrong train or someone purposely trashed me while I was out of light.

I suspected it was the latter.

In order go to Kyoto, I must ride a train to Yokohama and take Shinkansen from there. With only one problem, the train will not come for another 3 hours at most. Waiting on the outside was the only option I have in my hands. No way am I going to wait inside the station. Trust me, it was just a small station, unlike the big ones, there were nothing interesting in here. Waiting game can be so boring.

Oh well.

A sweet, cold parfait would be nice in time like this.

I heard the Japanese parfaits were amazing. Dango and daifuku were the only other sweets I ever ate during last year visit in Japan. Never eat parfait though. Maybe I can find a good café around here and have a taste on it. Just thinking it made my mouth watered already.

Taking any interesting sights ever caught my eyes, I walked further and deeper.

I was about to turn left when a loud horn honking from the road.

Jumped and alarmed, I turned just in time to see a girl stood right in the middle of road, holding a cat on her hug.

Why she ever standing on the road, I could never find out. Not when coming from the front was a truck on high speed, kept honking as if telling the girl to move. The girl must be petrified and too scared to dodge, she only stayed where she was standing. Even worse the truck wouldn't stop, it running straight to the girl's direction.

It will hit the girl for certain.

Someone have to save her.

Or else.

I grimaced at the thought. Meh, I'm gonna do something very stupid.

Bracing myself, I dropped the bag and dashed onward to the terrified girl and her cat.

I ran so fast that I managed closing the gap in seconds.

Then everything happened too fast for my head to be compromised.

Everything blurred across my sight, too fast for my head to proceed.

Pulled the girl's arm, I pushed her out of the way and jump.

From the corner of my eyes, I can make a silhouette of the truck dashing through the spot where we stood no more than a blink of eye ago.

We were literally flying on the air…before we crashed the asphalt rather unceremoniously.

More like I was the one who crashed and my back introduced with the hard asphalt.

In hard way.

CRASH!

SLAM!

"AUGH!"

Urk.

Ugh.

So much for doing good deeds.

An hour later...

"I-I'm so sorry!" The girl I saved earlier was stuttered an apology.

"Err…"

"I'm so sorry! You almost got hurt because of me!"

"But I don't. It's not your fault anyway."

It was the truck's driver fault. He wasn't supposed to run with such speed.

Wrong choice of words.

Violet colored orbs widened in horrify.

"You risked yourself t-to save me and T-Tora! Y-you could've been struck!"

"I'm unharmed. So are you and your cat." I motioned at the orange mess on her lap, trying to escape from the girl's hug yet futile.

Yes. Tora, the cat, was a Garfield's copycat.

He would be a cute cat if not for the hiss he made.

Currently, we were in police station.

After the almost hit and run, policemen came and took us to their respective station. They checked any injuries and questioned us about the incident. Once they done questioned us and found us unharmed, they kindly gave us two cups of hot chocolate. They even letting us rest on the lounge while they filled the report and calling the girl's parents.

Only the two of us sat on our own chairs, there was no one around.

Now everything was fine, I took a closer look on the girl with the cat.

The girl was one or two years older than me and quite cute. She was taller than me with a slim building, violet eyes, long silky purple hair, wore white dress beneath knees, last but not least her pony covered almost one side of the girl's face. A type of girl Jaka would've asked for a date not matter what.

That aside…

I don't want to admit this but my gut feeling told me something was definitely wrong. For one, the girl doesn't look foreign to me. This was our first meeting but that face…I've seen her before. I couldn't place where I did see her but I did feel like I had met her. The prospect of being nescient has set me agitated. I don't like it at all because the uneasiness returned again.

"It was m-my fault…" The girl's gaze was casted down. "I chased Tora and n-not aware the truck c-came. I was t-to b-blame."

Eyebrows furrowed in small frown.

This needed to be stop.

She can't keep continue to blame herself, it pained me even by seeing it.

"Listen. Don't keep blame yourself. If anything, the drive's at the fault. No buts." I emphasized when the girl was about to retort.

A red dust colored her pale cheeks.

She ducked her head, avoiding my stare.

"…Sorry…" She mumbled weakly.

"Oh come on. I told you it's not your fault." I reminded her, exasperated. "Say, why don't we introduce?"

The purple haired girl shot a hesitate glance. "Introduce?" She asked after a pause.

I gave her an affirmative nod. "Yep. I just realized I haven't got your name yet."

"Uhm…"

She looked…discomfort at the idea. She was shyer than I've thought.

Maybe I was too straightforward at her.

"If it makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to." I said hurriedly.

"No!" The girl shouted before she realized what she had done. The blush came back with vengeance. "I-I mean no, it's okay. I…I-m just not used to this."

"Oh."

I could only nodded in acknowledgement.

That, I understand.

I wasn't the most sociable person either.

"Pardon me, but are you…a foreigner?" The girl was examining me, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"…! Yes. I was about to visit my brother in Kyoto."

Her curious was peaked a little. "Your Japanese is good. Where are you come from?"

"Indonesia. I learned Japanese from my brother. He's a college student."

The girl's beamed slightly. Clearly, it was a good sign.

She kept blamed herself until few moments ago.

"Really? That's amazing."

Laughing awkwardly, I took of my hat and squishing it. "I don't think it's praiseworthy."

"It is." She told me this with sincere. "I only knew Indonesia from television. Is it near Bali?"

JLEBH!

Ouch, that hurt.

"…Actually, Bali is a part from Indonesia."

A silence.

"…Really?"

"Yes."

It cannot be helped. People knew Bali before they knew Indonesia, the country that has the famed island among many others. Lots foreigners have similar reactions too.

"I'm so sorry!" She squeaked.

"It's fine! No harm done, uhm…"

Great. I just realized I still have no idea about her name.

Thankfully, the violet eyed girl noticed this.

Smiling shyly, she gave me her full name.

The second she gave her name was the very moment the bombshell is dropped.

"Rakushi Nagi. Ah…but, you can call me Nagi."

Oh, so her name was Nagi.

Just like...

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Huh?

For a moment, my head was empty.

It was then the revelation came into me, into inside my previously hollow head.

Suddenly, suddenly everything fell into their places.

Suddenly, everything connected at instant.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

So that was why I had that creepy intuition when I saw the sign. So that was why I got this feeling I'm about to have a nasty surprise. So that was why Namimori sounded so familiar. It all made sense now. Contradicted my true emotion, my lips formed a big grin.

"It's a good name!"

Her smile was stretching a little wider.

"Thank you."

Laugh soon escaped my lips because otherwise I'd weep for my situation.

Couldn't just break down when this girl was in front of me.

Couldn't cry when this girl had suffered more so than me.

I just couldn't bring it.

How could I didn't notice this and didn't make the connection sooner?

I couldn't believe I was such ignorant fool.

Banyu showed me one of his favorite manga. We read them together a lot.

Namimori.

Truck.

Accident.

Nagi.

Chrome Dokuro.

Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Reborn.

Flame.

Mafia.

Oh God.

This is the worst day ever in my life.

I'm in KHR's world.

Otherwise also known as…

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Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

God, please save me.

Please R & R.