I just kinda decided that I wanted to make one of these. It's an oc story, but at this point I don't have any pairing in mind so that might develop later on. I will try to make this as un-mary-sueish as possible because no one likes a stupid whore who just poofs in and is super powerful and all the guys think shes so fucking hott and smart and she has the perfect personality and everything. I fucking hate those girls cause NO ONE IS ACTUALLY LIKE THAT! God. Anyway on with the story.

~~Story Start~~

" Tsu-kun, one of your friends is at the door." Nana shouted up the stairs to Tsuna who was currently being tortured- I mean Tutored by the super adorable Reborn.

"Well, Dame-Tsuna, don't make your quest wait." With a sharp kick to the behind Tsuna tumbled down the stairs and landed with a thud in front of a young girl.

"Hi, Sawada Tsunayoushi. I'm Mirrabell Thawrne, a freelance assassin sent to kill you." The girl said with a bright smile and a hand held out.

"Hiieee" Tsuna starred at the girl with the usual dear in head lights expression.

Okay maybe That's not the best place to start at. I mean now you all think I'm some bad guy who wants that cute, but rather annoying kid dead. I should start back a couple of days.

~~ Five days Earlier (Monday)~~

This should be an easy mission. Kill a boy who was just starting his training to become the Vongola tenth. I already found his home, school, friends homes, and any place he spends at least an hour at. Definitely easy. Okay now that that's done, it's on to stalking the target and planning the best way to eliminate him.

I carefully tugged the Namimori uniform on and headed towards the school. I wouldn't go to class, but I would observe the school. The uniform was so I wouldn't stand out. On my way there I heard yelling. Someone was yelling like a mad man and running fast as hell.

In his boxers.

Toward me.

SHIT!

Slamming my back against the wall and praying he stayed going in a straight line, I watched, rather shocked might I add, as the boy rushed by. When he passed, though it was a rather brief glance, I took notice this boy resembled the photo of Sawada Tsunayoushi that I was given.

You're kidding me. My target is a boy who runs around in his panties while screaming like a mad man. I'm so staying ten feet away. I mean, the hell? Really, really, of all the people I could get assigned I get the crazed nudist. Well, Fuck me sideways. With a loud self pitying sigh I restarted my trek to Namimori, but not before nearly getting run over by two boys, one with a baby wearing a suit and fedora on his shoulder, running after Sawada. The baby looked at me and smirked, an all knowing smirk. So cute. Wait baby's don't smirk, do they? I must have imagined the all knowing smirk. Yes that's it.

I got to school late, not like it mattered I wasn't here for schooling, though I now wish I had gotten there on time. I'm sure you all know who waits for those poor unfortunate souls that come late. Well at that moment in time I didn't know. So I thought he was just some hott trouble maker who needed to brush his hair. I threw him a sweet smile and tried to enter school, but he moved in my way. First I thought he was gunna talk to me and stuff. What a stupid thought that was.

" You're late." I sweat dropped.

"Thank you captain dumb ass for pointing that out. I never would have noticed that." As we all can tell I have just signed my will and bought a coffin.

"I'll bite you to death." He said pulling out a set of tonfas and taking a fighting stance.

" Bite me to death? What are you some kinda BDSM fan? And The hell did those tonfas come from?" I was confused and I had started digging my grave. He swung a tonfa at me and out of pure instinct I dodged. Then came the other, which I had moved into, but again pure instinct took over and with the palm of my hand I pushed the tonfa up and to my right. He looked surprised. What did he think he was unbeatable?

" You're strong for a herbivore." I'm no herbivore! Wait, I'm a vegetarian, so that does make me a herbivore. Oh what ever! I'm supposed to be stalking an innocent looking little boy!

That made me sound like a pedophile. Hehe Pedo bear.

Shaking those thoughts aside, I turned and bolted from that crazy mother fucker. I finally, after playing a very deadly game of hide and seek with Mr.-I-Can-Pull-Tonfas-Out-Of-Fucking-Nowhere-Like-A-Magician-Except-Much-More-Frightening, decided to go to my class. It was second period, I had a few scrapes and bruises, I was sweating, and rather ticked. With a loud bang, I flung the class room door open and walked in. The whole class fell silent.

"Oh! You must be the new student. What happened to you dear?" I gave the teacher a dirty look, but cheered up instantly when I remembered Sawada was in this class, which would give me more time to observe him.

"I'm Mirrabell Thawrne and I transferred from England." I smiled brightly and threw a peace sign. " As for what happened to me some crazy boy with tonfas chased me around the whole damn school." The class made a murmur of understanding. It seems that that was rather common then. I looked over the class as they looked me over. I didn't see Sawada and these kids looked older then him.

Fuck they put me in the wrong year.

Bastards.

The students looked at my flaming red hair, cut so that it came to my shoulders and spiked wildly in the back while the hair before my ears came half-way down my chest and my bangs covered most of the right side of my face. Then my face, skin lightly tanned with strong, but childish features. A black lip ring on my lower lip towards the left. A single shocking blue eye visible. I stood at 5'5. I was thin, but well defined muscles were evident on my arms and legs. Though nothing about me caught their attention more then the black marks on my face. Starting up in my hair line on the left side of my face and moving straight down over my eye to the bottom of my chin was a large black line. It wasn't too thick, about the width of yarn. Then starting at the bottom of my check bone going diagonally to the corner of my lips was a thinner black line. This one was about half as thick as the larger one. These were scars, and reminders of my greatest failure.

The teacher told me to sit next to some boy with a band aide on his noise, tan skin, and whitish silver hair. He started talking, loudly, I think I went deaf. He was talking about boxing club or something that I didn't give a dam about so I tuned him and the rest of the world around me out. I had to start planning my brilliant little plot to kill Sawada.

At lunch students asked me stupid questions. Mainly about my scars and hair. The hair is natural. The scars hurt like shit when I got them. No I will not tell you how I got them or why. God, it's like I'm the new freak at the freak show. I guess I might be though, I mean what with the crazy boy with tonfas, the nudist who screams like a mad man, and now the guy with white hair like an old man who yells extreme and doesn't shut up about boxing. I think I might be rather normal compared to them.

That's about how Monday went. I realized that this place was freaks galore and I loved it. Too bad most of those freaks would have to be killed. The Vongola Tenth and his guardians wouldn't live past Friday!