HIIII. Thank you for choosing this story, I have always enjoyed fics that tells the story of how a person from reality falls into KHR so I thought that I should try it out myself.

I have no beta so please excuse me for any mistakes.

I hope you enjoyed my story!

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Chapter 1: Damn that god to hell.

I knew I should have kept my trap shut.

I knew I should have played dumb.

I knew, I knew I should have stayed out of it.

Because no matter how fun it looks, it's still dangerous.

Looking at the bag of marshmallows in front of me and the albino who was grinning at me. His purple eyes narrowed in silent laughter as he chewed on one of the fluffy white sweets.

I knew that I would be so screwed if I didn't listen to myself. Memories flashed through my mind and I heaved a deep sigh, running a hand through my hair.

But…If I was given a second chance to start over... I would do the same shit all over again.

Marshmallow man be damned.

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"Shirley? Shirley wake up!" a feminine voice rang throughout the house and I twitched.

What the actual fuck.

Sure 'Shirley' was what my friends liked to call me for some reason. But how the hell did my mom knew about it was beyond me. I'm pretty sure I was damn careful to make sure that my friends call me by my given name every time my parents are around.

"Shirley! Come on, I've made breakfast!" I frowned. Then again, mom actually knew about my nickname, just that she never mention about it, but why would she suddenly call me by it?

I groaned, rolling around in my bed. Stretching my arms, I start to feel around the bed sheet trying to find my dog plushy. After moments my hands came out empty and I frowned. Snapping my eyes open I took in my surroundings.

'Wait whut'

Why is my bed pink, with Barbie images? I resisted the urge to gag.

Rolling out of my bed, my knee collided against the hard wooden floor painfully. I looked around and noticed this wasn't my room and everything looked taller. Did I went to a vacation and somehow forgotten that I did?

Looking down at myself, I noticed that my hands are smaller. My legs are shorter and my chest is flat.

Dafuq. I'm in a kid's body. What is happening? Everything around me is different and made no resemblance to any hotel room. I can feel panic rising up in my chest. This, this is not normal.

Is this some kind of a practical joke or something?

Changing the room in one night may be possible but turn back time in one's body. I don't think the world has such technology yet.

"I see you're awake"

I whirled around to see a man sitting on the only chair in the room. He wasn't there before. He had long white hair that flowed down till his waist and he was wearing some one of white Chinese traditional garb that I often see in dramas.

"Before you say anything, listen to me to what's happening to you and please… be open minded"

What?

"I am the god of dimensions and I uh... made a mistake..."

Mistake? What mistake?

"To put it simply, I accidentally transferred you into another dimension..."

Something snapped inside me that I actually voiced my thoughts.

"Dimension? You transferred me to another dimension? What the hell? Who are you?" My voice came out high pitched.

The man sighed, and muttered some words to himself. "I am the god of dimensions...-"

"Prove it"

The man blinked in surprised. Waving his hand. A window opened beside him, showing a familiar scene.

My room. Before I could take a closer look the window faded. The man shifted in his seat and cleared his throat.

"As I said, I accidentally send you to another dimension. That just now was yours and now you're in a different one"

"Dafuq is that? Where am I? You said you send me to another dimension. Why am I in this body? Send me back dude!"

"Calm down, panicking won't help you anything. The process of changing dimension had some side effects on your body and it reversed your physical age. You humans age by year yes? If I'm not wrong, you're in your eleven year old body." Pulling out a mirror, the man showed me my reflection.

Dark brown eyes stared right back at me. The face in the mirror is familiar with dark brown hair and wide eyes and everything of an eleven year old. Or my eleven year old self. Yes, I am small as an eleven year old.

"I somehow messed up with the system and this happened. I'm not sure which dimension you are in nor your original dimension. I can't trace you back to your own dimension either as there's an infinite number of it."

"You messed up? I thought you're a god" I snapped.

"Anyone can make mistakes child. And immortal or not, anyone can get drunk as well"

"So you're saying that you sent me here by mistake because you were drunk?!" I shrieked, my nails digging in my palms.

The guy had the nerve to flash me an apologetic smile and it doesn't really help that he's quite handsome. But I didn't really have any space in my mind to be fangirlling about it.

"I would try my best to bring you back to your own dimension. But in the meantime, you have to live your life here. Thankfully you were the only one that got trapped in my mistake."

"What?" I frowned. What? I sucked in a breath and tried to pinch myself awake because this shit feels so real.

"Ouch!" I yelped at the pain. The pain is real. Looking down at the small body that I'm in. Clutching the pajamas I'm in, I could feel my own nails grazing my skin. Dreams were never this real nor this vivid.

Looking at the man in front of me whose smile had disappeared and morphed into a sad and not-really-comforting smile... he nodded silently.

Suddenly, as if there was a pocket of vacuum around me. I had difficulty breathing, clutching and crumpling on Barbie's face of my bed sheet, I tried to take in the information. In any normal condition, I would have brush it off as some kind of a scam or lie.

But the body that I'm in feels so real, so so real and I have never even seen the room that I am in before. Normal people don't form magical windows out of nowhere too. My mind is in shambles and I couldn't form a thought clearly.

Taking in gulps of air at once, I tried to regain my breathing. Soon after I did and I noticed that the man was kneeling beside me. His face sad as he rubbed circles on my small back. "There's more…" he whispered softly.

I almost choked on a sob.

"Since you were the only one that got transferred here, I had to set up a life for you… there's a huge chance that you may not be returning to your own dimension as… there's too much. Your mother or should I say your mother of this dimension is a doll that I made. She's made to take care of you for the rest of your life. She's not perfect but she's equipped with skills of a normal housewife that should keep you alive. However… I had to make her in a hurry and… human emotions is the hardest to replicate, your mother won't feel any emotions…She'll act like how one should be in a given situation but… not as complex as a real human…" He paused for the information to sink in. After a few minutes, I nodded my head dumbly, motioning him to continue.

"You could say that she's something what you humans like to call robots but she's a living organism that could die if damaged significantly. Returning you to your own dimension is possible but the length of time it takes is too much for a normal human lifespan. You'll die of aging before I could send you back home. I…I'm sorry…I truly am… Making your life here easier is the best that I can do for you."

Silence followed after he finished, looking at me with regret and sadness but I don't give a damn.

"You bastard…" I croaked. "Do you know that there's a major exam coming up?" Somehow that's what seemed important to me for the moment.

"Do you know how longI spent cramming chemistry equations into my brain? How much exercises I did? How much torture of mathematics I went through? I was damn prepared and you crashed it all!"

I'm not finished yet.

"Body of an eleven year old? Damn you!" I know that's not what an eleven year old child should be saying but hey, I'm mentally nineteen. "Do you know that I'm going through one of the roughest stage in human growth? HORMONAL IMBALANCE IS ABSOLUTE SHIT" That and the mood swings.

"And now you're saying that I'm going to live my life all over again starting from eleven, the age before puberty slaps you, in a different dimension?!"My voice cracked and hot tears rolled down my face.

"Do you know stupid you sound?!" I don't know why I said that but hey, I can't help it. The god stayed silent the whole time I was screaming. "My friends, family… I can't see them again thanks to you!" Now the important stuff is coming up. "I loved my friends, I absolutely adored my family! Sure they can be kind of shitty sometimes but I loved them! I wouldn't exchange them for anything in the world and now you took them away from me! And now you're saying that I have a fucking robot for a mother! I LOVED THE LIFE I'VE HAD." My life wasn't perfect but I wouldn't ask for more.

This seems so surreal and horrible. But the pain that my nails are digging into my arms is real and the emotions swirling inside me is overwhelming.

I heaved in deep breaths and sobbed. Curling my smaller body into ball, I cried myself to sleep. Ignoring the man beside me, I allow myself to drift in a world that I used to have.

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I woke up to the cold and the flap of curtains. Memories that happened hours before flashed in my mind. Lifting up my hands, seeing the size of it crushed any hope that I've had that all of it was a horrible fantasy dream.

Sleeping had allowed me to think clearly and I felt like shit and the urge to cry again isn't helping. Sitting up in my bed, I hear a piece of paper crumpling under the weight of my hands. Bringing it up to my face, I began to read.

'I honestly have nothing to say to make you feel better so I'll save you that and get straight to the point'

I let out a dry laugh, at least the damn god know that it's useless.

'You were transferred into a different dimension which means everything is a restart for you. And I think you should know where you landed but before you do. Let this sink in.

All dimension are born from infinite human imaginations. Nothing is impossible. For example, anything that humans think that are impossible in their world such as flying with wings, a dimension is born, bearing humans that have wings to fly.'

I frowned in confusion, the sinking feeling and dread is growing in my stomach. I gulped before continue reading.

'The dimension that you are in is one of what you humans thought of. Take this in with an open mind. You were born in Namimori, Japan. And as I've said before I've set up a life and made things easier for you.

You are equipped with the language Japanese. Living a life with your mother, Dairi.

Don't seek of me as it does not benefit you. I will find you if there's a need for me to do so. Tell no one that you're from another dimension. Live as if you were born here originally or there will be consequences.

That's all you need to know. Good luck little human. Life is precious as you know it, live your second life to the fullest.'

To be honest, my brain short-circuited for a long while after I saw the word Namimori and the rest of the words after were not registered in my mind.

Namimori, Japan.

Namimori, Japan.

Namimori

As inappropriate it may be for a 19 year old girl that had just lost her life and had to restart a new one with no one to offer mental support. The thought that I had after my brain finally rebooted really shouldn't be…

'I'm going to see real KHR gay'

And it also shouldn't be appropriate that that thought actually lifted my spirits a little.

Yaoi is life. Heh. No inter-dimensional travel or trauma is going to change that.

Placing the paper onto my lap, I glanced to the sky outside my window. It's starting to get dark. Climbing out of my bed, I looked to the outside world.

Rows of houses, kids playing around the streets. Old couples taking a stroll in the park nearby. As heart-warming the scene should be. I felt a cold pang in my heart.

'Seems like this shit is real… Better start adapting…' I sighed and glanced at my bed sheet. I grimaced.

First things first, get rid of this abomination of a bed sheet.

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I remember clearly the moments that I was just fangirlling over some R27 fanfictions in my old room. I also ship a lot of shippings (straight shippings as well) but R27 is my OTP.

I'm also quite glad that I'm quite an open minded person as well seeing that I could come to terms to the life I'm living in a few weeks. In my opinion, that's impressive.

Namimori, Japan.

I was in disbelief at first that I was sent into an anime world. So I started to walk around town. However, I never actually paid attention to any architectural details in the anime to confirm that I'm really in Katekyo Hitman Reborn's world.

But then, I saw it, the famous place from the anime, aka, Hibari's turf. I vaguely remember the building having a clock on the top part and being yellow, it also have a huge courtyard where all the actions happen and the grey gates and all. But that didn't lay my thoughts to rest, the huge Japanese kanji that was built in the frown had read, Namimori Middle School, did.

It was weird waking up one day and suddenly having all knowledge of the Japanese language in you. It was as if I've learn the language before but in fact, I didn't.

Although the thought of being transferred to my favourite anime is comforting. That didn't stop me from being depressed and lonely from time to time. Having a living robot that doesn't understand the complexity of a human mind and emotion as a mother doesn't help either. Thankfully, the thirty something woman looks nothing like my original mother because if she did...That's just cruel.

Living in my eleven year old body isn't fun as well. I miss my old body, my height, my body curves, all of it except for my B near C cup boobs, I don't miss them at all. I find them annoying actually. (Sometimes, I would stand in front of a full body length mirror, smugly admiring how flat my eleven year old self is) Having people staring or commenting about my chest isn't pleasant at all. I don't know why they do that. They're just average.

On to my life I'm living, according to my 'mother', we have just moved from Tokyo and into the little town of Namimori. I have just been transferred into Namimori Elementary School to which is true as I've been attending the school for the days I've been here.

To my surprise, the anime's main protagonist is in the same class and age as me. Heh. Sawada Tsunayoshi. The boy whose life will soon be turned upside down by a sadistic baby and become a mafia boss of a large influential familigia.

But true to how the anime has made him to be, Sawada Tsunayoshi really is no good. He fails in everything, trips in thin air, shrieks at everything and sucks in sport. It's too much that I had to take a few days (a lot actually because it's just that baffling) to come to terms with it. But I never like it when other students of my physical age picks on the poor boy. Bullying is one the things that I'm very crossed about.

I opted helping the boy but…

Helping him would mean me involving myself in his life.

His life that soon would be filled with mafia. As fun as it sounds in the anime, mafia is no joke. And I'm actually living inside the anime, scratch that, I'm living in a world that has resolution flames and mafia. I could actually die being in the Vongola. That's not a life I would want.

Avoiding Sawada Tsunayoshi means I would live a peaceful life that could be quite similar to my previous one. Avoiding Sawada Tsunayoshi would lead myself to live my former self dreams and achieve some goals that my former self had.

But seeing the poor boy on the verge of tears beside me while being yelled by the class teacher and students laughing at him. My heart can't take it anymore. Someone so kind and cute shouldn't be treated like that.

Screw the dangerous life I'm throwing myself into. Scribbling random words onto my notes and ignoring the lesson the teacher was teaching (I've learnt it and knew them all anyway). I shifted my desk, pulling it next to the brunet's.

I internally screamed at the adorable and confused expression the boy is giving me.

"Do you understand the lesson sensei is giving?" I whispered to the boy. He shook his head and I smiled.

"Well Tsu-...Sawada-san" I mentally cursed myself before continuing. "Would you like it if I help you?"

The brunet's orbs' widen and gaped. he glanced behind me to see if all of this was a prank. A few minutes passed and the boy still hasn't uttered a single word, I'm starting to get impatient from the silence.

"Y-Yes please" The boy fiddled with his shirt and timidly glanced at me. If moe flowers were real, the class would be filled with it.

I refrained myself from smiling too much from the cuteness and continued. "Let's be friends Sawada-san yeah?"

"I don't think that's a good idea" Immediately, I could feel my smile slipping away and a frown coming to my brows.

"And why is that?" I asked despite knowing the answer. 'A friend of dame-Tsuna's is a dame too' or so what I heard the others say.

"Be-Because… because I'm Dame-Tsuna and… and you'll-" I place a hand on the brunet's shoulder to stop him from saying anything else.

"Nonsense, Sawada-san. I want to help you and friends help each other. So let's be friends! Call me Shirley, no honorifics please" I smiled again. Using my real name is too painful for me to bear, my nickname is enough to remind me the life I've lost and I think it's suitable for it to lead me in my new one.

The smile the boy gives me after was enough to wash away the inner pain I'm having. Too cute, so innocent, so pure.

It's actually painful to accept the fact that he would be thrown into a world of death. But then…

I honestly can't wait to see Tsuna in hyper dying will mode.

I can't wait to see Reborn in his adult form.

Wait no, I'm eager to see some R27 moments.

But I should prepare myself too…

Hm…

Well I've been wanting to learn taekwondo for some time now…

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Dairi means surrogate in Japanese… or so that's what Google translate says… heh.

What would you do? How would you react if you actually were to lose your current life and forcefully thrown into a world you know little of?

This is my version.

I really hope you enjoyed it.

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