Title: Another Carnivore, No, Omnivore
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! (KHR)
Characters: Various Characters in addition to Hibari Kimiko, my original character.
Rating: T
Summary: A girl comes back into Hibari's life to find him associated with an Italian mafia! Who is this girl? His younger sister Hibari Kimiko! Now, she goes to Namimori Middle, and is in Class 2-A. Will she fall for one of her classmates? Rated T for Safety.
Author's Notes: Finally, I am rewriting this thing, but I hope that you all enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, but all I do own is the part of the plot that I do come up with as well as Hibari Kimiko - my character.

One: The Arrival of Hibari Kimiko

| Kimiko |

Quickly opening my eyes, I whipped out my twin swords, eyes darting back and forth, the blades glinting in the barely-there light from the sunrise. Who was that, I thought to myself as I let my eyes become accustomed to the dark. A slight creak in the wood. Letting my lids slide open once more, I saw a flash of metal for a fraction of a second - there. I hopped off my futon and narrowed my stone-grey eyes. A tonfa.

"Onii-sama," I grumbled, holding one or my swords up to deflect an oncoming blow. Holding up my sword here and there to deflect the oncoming attacks, I quickly made my way towards the corner of the room to turn on the lights. "I don't wanna train now."

With the lights turned on, I could see a figure standing behind me, my older brother by two years, Hibari Kyoya.

He smirked: "It's already four thirty in the morning, Kimiko." He held up his beloved tonfa before him. I could see a silver band with a shield around it, but I brushed that detail off, thinking it to be nothing.

Yawning, I held my swords before me defensively; it was no use arguing against him when he's this riled up. Especially when - I doubt he's even had breakfast yet - it's this early in the morning. "Ne, ne. Can I get dressed for school first?"

He nodded, exiting the room with a knowing smile, or at least, the ghost of a smile; he knew this day would be important. I had been living abroad in America for several months with my pen-pal, and this would be my frist day back in a Japanese school - a suitable surprise for my fellow peers after a week long break, I think.

"It'll be in the backyard this time," Kyoya called from down the hallway as I pulled on the Namimori collared shirt and sweater vest for girls. It was like old times: waking up early while our parents were asleep to fight; making breakfast for them before pulling on bandages; leaving a note on their bedside table before slipping out the door. But now, there would be no adults in the house to be cautious of. There wouldn't be any, not anymore.

Putting on the last of my attire, I arrived in the backyard. There was a flash of silver in the dark - Kyoya signaling we would begin - as I held up my sword to show that I was ready as well. The clank of metal against metal rung through my ears as I pushed against the opposing silver. There. Bringing the sword down, he rose one of his tonfa. My face remained emotionless as I thrust my sword towards his side, quickly recieving a deflection back. Just like always, he knew where I would strike. Hearing the crinkle of fabric behind my body, I ran foward, quickly jumping into a butterfly twist to miss a tonfa being thrown at me.

How he was able to get behind me without rustling the grass, I would never know.

"Not bad," he smirked. I felt a searing pain in my side. I probably got knicked by one of the spikes.

"Dang it..." I grumbled, falling to the ground clutching my side. The sky was turning a pleasant pink color now, and I could see his calm face. Picking me up, he carried me into the living room and went to fetch some bandages.

"How was America?" he asked as he knelt down beside me. I took off my shirt so he could see my wounds, only to watch as his frown deepened.

I sighed: "It was okay... But most of the girls didn't want to fight - though lacrosse and fencing was fun, the girls there were understanding at least - but it was okay in general."

"Herbivores."

Following as he began walking towards the kitchen, I pulled my shirt back on, going ahead of him to fix up our lunches. "Ne, ne. Kyoya-nii. Do you know what class I'll be in?"

"Class 1-A."

I nodded, placing a bowl of rice in front of him as he sat down along with some other small dishes. It was nice, being like this again rather rushing into a bustling cafeteria. We finished our meal and after cleaning up, we were off. Since Kyoya had some buisiness for his Disiplinary Club of his, I was instructed to wait in front of the room.

Finally walking out, he handed me a new addition to my uniform, a black jacket with a red band pinned to the right sleeve, identical to his own. Putting it on as I walked to where I was now "stationed" at, sleep was getting the best of me. Soon, I was already nodding off!

Footsteps. Hating being a light sleeper - a trait from our mother's side of the family - I got up off the ground and leaned against a pillar with the school's name on it, gazing aimlessly at the crowed of students. Worried faces hurried past. What was wrong with them?

"You can go to class now, Kimiko," came a voice behind me.

I nodded. "Okay then." Walking back to the school building, I heard several gasps: in the courtyard; in the hallways; in the stairwell. Why was everybody so weird? And I thought America was odd, I thought to myself with a frown similar to Kyoyas.

After a few minutes of dozing off in the hallway, the teacher inside finally spoke: "Now, will our new student enter the room?"

Knowing he was talking about me, I pushed the door open and walked into the room - the coat still draped over my shoulders. Upon noticing me, several faces turned pale. "Hello!" - some people's eyes widened in, disbelief? - "My name is Hibari Kimiko. I was studying abroad in America, but now I'm back to studying in Japan."

| Gokudera |

So she was related to that prefect? I scoffed. The idiot instructure standing at the front of the room looked around nervously before pointing at an empty seat; to be specific, the empty seat beside me. Does she act like her brother? She looked over at me and smiled politely with a barely-there smile. She could pass for that damn prefect if she cut her hair and made her eyes slightly small-

"Gokudera-san, is it?" the girl asked quietly as the teacher began writing something on the board. She briefly glanced at the board before muttering to herself, loud enough for me to hear of course: "14log4x3."

I glanced at the board, quickly working it out in my head, eyes widening in realization: she was correct. Right after that, the teacher called on her on account of talking during class. Her eyes darkened, just like Hibari's when he's about to enter a fight, and she scowled. "14log4x3," she repeated for the class to hear. The teacher shivered noticably.

"C-Corect," the instructer stuttered before turning back to the board.

My eyes only widened - she really was related to Hibari Kyoya after all. But what was she doing being "bound" to the school system unlike her arrogant, stupid brother?

| Kimiko |

I yawned. This is easy, I thought to myself as I finished my homework during class after finishing the classwork. Glancing at the clock, I counted off the seconds in my head childishly. Three. Two. One-

"Okay class! Please have your assignments finished for tomorrow," the teacher called out as the bell rang, only to be met with groans from the students. I yawned. Grabbing my lunch out of my bag, I realized that I had forgotten to give Kyoya his.

Getting up and walking to twards the reception room, I opened it to see a person standing in front of the door holding a tonfa. I held up the lunch. "Kyoya-nii," I yawned, holding a hand in front of my mouth. "I forgot to give you this."

Quickly, I saw him get up to attempt to slash me in my shoulder. I quickly took out one of my twin swords and parried his blow. He smirked. "My little omnivore's growing up."

He walked back into the room. Peeking inside, I waved at the surprised members before making my way up to the roof for some fresh air - and quiet. On the way, I saw several scared faces, no, mortified faces. I sighed. Well, this part with people being surprised after seeing me fight was normal. Having people gasp due to just walking around was just weird.

Upon reaching the roof, there were several epople already there. I squinted my eyes. They were in my class, I sighed. Never really liking crowds, I sat down a fair distance away before opening my lunch. At least I wasn't extremely like Kyoya - "biting them to death." Just as I was about to pick up a portion of rice with my chopsticks, I sensed somebody's presence.

"Identify yourself," I found myself saying in a monotone.

"Ciaossu," the person smiled. I glanced towards my left to see a small kid dressed in a suit with a fedora. I nodded my head in reply, recognizing the mix of Italian and Japanese.

"Ciao," I replied, remembering some of the Italian I picked up in America. I revealed some of the candy I had packed into my lunch this morning, holding out a piece for the baby. "Would you like some?"

At the moment he had his gun pointed towards me, I dashed to the side, both of my swords already poised and ready for battle. He stowed away his peculiarly green weapon, but I kept the blades out - just in case. Kyoya did say to always be cautious. "Would you like to join Tsuna's family?"

I cocked my head. Tsuna. Sawada Tsunayoshi? The timid young boy with the large hair? "Family?" I asked. He nodded. "I'll need to ask Onii-sama."

"Ask me what?" Oh no, I thought to myself. He was mad, I could feel it radiating off of him in waves.

"Onii-sama?"

"What are you doing with these herbivores?" came his cool, collected voice.

My grip on my swords tightened. "I wasn't associating myself with them to begin with," I replied evenly. "You of all people should know" - I growled - "I dislike crowds."

| Reborn |

Smirking, I twirled the gun in my hand. Perhaps she would make a good addition to the family - as a mafioso as well as an incentive for Kyoya himself.