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Kana. A completely normal Japanese name.
Higazawa. A Japan-ish sounding Japanese name.
And in this story, dear readers, this Kana Higazawa, our main protagonist, looked like a perfectly normal Japanese female student. Not too ugly so it stands out, or not too petty to gather attention. Plain stereotypical Asian hair tied in two low braids. Her clear eyes were hidden partially by her rectangular glasses with a black frame. Thin, small lips, and just an average girl from a bystander's point of view. Some could have called her nerdy looking (or intelligent looking according to the nicer people), but thankfully she was too quiet for even bullies to pick on her.
Kana sighed, unconsciously touching her irritating braids to make sure they were not out of place. She was getting bored of the everyday school life. Even though she knew people didn't call Namimori Junior High School boring per say, but waking up, same teachers, useless subjects, and irritating immature monkeys she called students- so repetitive and dull. She sighed again.
Maybe it was because of her lack of friends. She transferred and has been a student of Namimori for about six months. She had came in about a month later after Gokudera arrived, and unlike the bomber's flashy entrance, she had silently walked in the classroom as if she had done it thousand times already. The teacher did not thankfully comment, and here she was now, friend less, unknown and invisible.
Higazawa Kana let herself smile slightly.
It had been her goal to become invisible; her presence unnoticed. The kind of girl that nobody would notice if she was there or not in the first place. Normally, it took few months to master the art of becoming no one, but thank the heavens, it had been so much easier here.
Most likely it was because there were so many attention grabbers in this school. Kana let herself shiver. Attention. Unwanted attention was the worst, in her opinion. It hindered her and limited her movements. She abhorred it. Plus, nosy people were annoying. Hmph. Kana scanned the classroom quickly, noting on who was present in the morning.
Sasagawa Kyoko. The 'idol' of Namimori, the pretty girl was very popular with guys and girls. And Kana didn't blame them. Kyoko was nice, cheerful, and cute. She had something about her that made people want to protect her. She was currently talking to her good friend Hana, laughing and smiling like the bright girl she was.
And she was one of the few who did not ignore her. This annoyed Kana to no end, because she couldn't ignore the cheerful girl (Kana wasn't THAT mean) and she was SUPPOSE to be very good at what she does.
"Oh look! They are coming!"
"Oh my god Takeshi-kun looks so hot today!"
"Are you kidding me? Look at Hayato-kun! How his magnificent silver hair is gleaming in the sun.." A dreamy sigh. Group of girls were gathered at the window, watching their secret loves (not really secret because they were not subtle).
Kana rolled her eyes. Fangirls. At least they were good warning signals. She got ready to enjoy her daily morning show. She was greeted with the same scene that almost always happened in the morning- three students running like maniacs to get to school on time. The corner of her lip twitched up.
Today was one of the more amusing days.
"OMG is Dame Tsuna in his boxers?"
"Ugh. Again?"
"He's such a weirdo. I wish Takeshi-kun was in his boxers..." Another dreamy sigh.
She ignored the mindless annoying chatter and observed the three.
Yamamoto Takeshi. The baseball star of Namimori. He was tall and had an athletic figure. With an easygoing smile and friendliness towards everyone, he was naturally popular. It also helped he was pretty easy on the eyes for the female gender.
"I refuse to be late by my dying will!"
"Wait for me Juudaime!" They could be heard from the outside.
"I don't get why Hayato-kun is so attached to Dame Tsuna," a random girl complained.
"It's probably because he feels sorry for him and he's trying to befriend him!" The girls swooned.
Kana barely managed to hold in her snort.
Gokudera Hayato. He attracted attention with just his looks alone. He had the whole foreign badass look going for him, also with a temper, in which the fangirls somehow saw that as an attractive characteristic. They were so far away from the truth it was almost funny. Almost. Gokudera was so loyal to his 'Juudaime' it was pathetic. She was reminded of a puppy with no bite, but all bark.
Although he isn't exactly harmless..Oh she remembered all the bombs he kept and how easily he whipped them out. His obsession with Tsuna and blowing things up wasn't exactly healthy, but Kana could careless.
Entrance
"Yes! We made it!" Tsuna was panting, but was relieved nonetheless, flame disappearing.
"Ahaha! That was fun!" Yamamoto was laughing amicably.
"Shut up baseball freak! Nobody asked you!" Gokudera shouted.
A very low chuckling was heard. The trio looked up and saw the figure leaning against the school wall causally, with his arms crossed.
They paled. Well more specifically, Tsuna paled.
"What are you laughing at you bastard?" Gokudera was already looking ticked off, and his hands were inching toward his set of dynamites.
"You made it in time, herbivores." Hibari Kyouya stated. He smirked. This time, all of them paled and instinctively went on guard. They knew that smile. Nothing good ever came out of it.
Hibari directly looked at the terrified looking Sawada.
"However, stripping is not allowed on school grounds. Therefore, I shall bite you to death." The tonfas flashed in the morning light.
"HIEEEEEE" the despairing cry echoed through the school.
Class
Kana wasn't as moody now. She had gotten an entertaining show with Hibari beating their ass. When Yamamoto and Gokudera tried to protect their little boss, he bit all of them to death.
Hibari Kouya. The most feared student of Namimori, he was well known for his ruthlessness and his way of 'biting people to death'. He was also the Chairman of the Discipline Committee, which basically gave him the control of the school. Even teachers were afraid of him.
Kana's plan with him was to avoid him as much as possible. Pissing him off would be a painful experience, and a troublesome one at that. Luckily, if he was avoided, then it was easy too avoid his wrath and bloodthirstiness.
That wasn't too hard.
The teacher was going to start with his boring lesson, and the trio had arrived battered and bruised, but still standing.
Her glasses glinted. Everything was good. She had this under control.
Oh if she only knew how wrong she was.
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