Summary: Somehow I have ended up in a parallel world, in someone else's body, not to mention the fact that now I'm apparently in the same class as the famous Dame-Tsuna. Yup looks like I've ended up in the KHR world, with no way to get back, well this is going to be fun.

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Words: 3,701

Chapter 1

It was a normal Tuesday morning when it happened. There was no astronomical event, people didn't look up in the sky in fear and wonder, just like there were also no earthquakes or erupting volcanoes. There was no one shrouded in darkness laughing about their diabolical plan when it happened.

When it happened no one was notified, no one suddenly went into a trance as they experienced visions the future and declared a prophecy. If anyone shivered and looked around wondering what presence they had just felt it had nothing to with the event that happened in the small town in Japan, called Namimori.

Not that there had been anyone in Namimori that had been aware that anything of any significance had happened either. The only reason why anyone would remember anything that happened that day would be because of completely unrelated reasons that had nothing at all to do with me. I wasn't even aware something had happened till I was awoken by the insistent beeping of an alarm clock.

This particular Tuesday the sun was already up and the grass was damp with fresh dew, all things I didn't notice as I try helplessly to turn off the alarm clock that rested on the table beside my bed. The beeping was so loud it was causing my head to hurt. Eventually I gave up and pulled the plug out of the outlet, before turning over and pulling the covers over my head to block out the sun.

Most of the time I would have been able to fall straight back to sleep, but something was bothering me. I pulled my pillow closer to me, tryin to get more comfortable but no matter what I did something just felt plain wrong. Something was clearly different, I just felt wrong, and it wasn't anything to do with the intense headache I had.

Giving up, I threw back the covers and sat up to sit on the edge of my bed, my feet landing on the pink fuzzy rug. I rested my elbows on my knees as I rubbed my temples wishing for the headache to go away as I stared at my feet. For a few moments I just stared downward, trying to figure out what felt so different when it finally came to me that I didn't have a pink carpet in my room. Bringing up my hand to rub the sleep out of my left eye, I looked around my room.

But that wasn't right. This wasn't my room. I had never been in this room before.

My headache was forgotten in my surprise as I looked over the room. It wasn't huge per se, but it was still rather sizable. The walls were painted a mint green, there was wood flooring and the pink rug was placed in the middle of the room. It was up against the wall that the head of the bed was placed against, and that too was in the center of the room. The door was on the right, on the far end of the wall. There were three windows, the window on the wall to the left of the bed seemed to look out on the the street and had a window seat, the other two windows were smaller. Both on the same same wall that the head of the bed was pushed up against and on each side of the bed. All windows had pink curtains and the rest of the furniture seemed to match them, the mint walls, or the white bedsheets. Making the color scheme a bright mixture of pink, mint green, and white.

All in all it was very impressive, but nothing at all like my own room which was covered in posters; and although there were a few pictures and posters in this room none of them were familiar to me. Just when I started to feel panic winding it's way in my chest the door opened.

I was so startled that I yelped and sat up from where I had been sitting on the bed twisting my fists in the sheets. The woman gave me a strange look before continuing her way into the room and to the white vanity set where she picked up one of the many tubes of lipsticks and applied it carefully as she looked in the mirror. She was Japanese, tall -but that may have just been because of the heels- had long hair that was pinned up in a bun, and was wearing clothes that were both fashionable and sexy while staying modest.

"Nice to see you didn't sleep through your alarm again," The woman started to speaking, not looking at me as she fixed up her appearance. "You wouldn't stop complaining yesterday about that one prefect, what was his name again?" The woman paused, finger tapping against her chin in thought. "Oh right, Hibari Kyoya."

"Hibari?" I squeaked, wondering what was going on. This woman didn't look like a serial killer or like she was planning to sell my organs.

"Yes, remember? You told me that you were almost late yesterday and he threatened to bite you to death." She popped she lips exaggeratedly and straightened back up and turned to face me. "Although if he's as cute as you say I don't know why you don't just let him." She added giving me a wink.

"Uh…" I trailed off, disconcerted by the situation, and just staring open mouthed at the strange foreign woman in front of me.

"Close your mouth Tomoko, it's unattractive," She scolded, as she brought up her wrist to look down at her watch. "Well, I'll be leaving now, don't want to miss my train. I'll see you in two days." She said as she walked up to me.

When she was in front of me she leaned down, but I just leaned back, she didn't seem too put off by it, just smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder to keep me in place before leaning in the rest of the way to kiss me on the cheek.

I opened my mouth about to demand who the hell she was as she moved away, but as she backed away and I looked up at her face our eyes connected and the headache I had tried to ignore up to that point surged forward in a flashing pain. I stepped backwards, one hand resting on the night table to balance me and the other clutching my head -nails digging into my scalp to try and distract me from the pain.

Pictures were flying through my head, every single one had one thing in common, each featured the woman in front of me who was now bent down next to me one of her hands clutching at my shoulder as she asked me if I was okay. But the pictures weren't the only thing that seemed to pulse through my head. Emotions were battling for dominance with each new memory that came up, because that's what they were, memories.

"Honey? Are you okay?" The words finally broke through, and like that, it seemed everything just shut down immediately. Leaving me staring wide eyed at the carpet feeling like I had just ridden a roller coaster that had abruptly stopped at the top of a loop and left me hanging upside down.

"Uh...yeah." I said looking up, when I met her eyes again nothing else came through though. "I just have a headache, I'm fine mom."

Mom.

Mom.

"Okay," She said looking at me, unsure. "Well, if you're sure, I really do have to be off."

And with that she was gone, I vaguely heard a car engine starting and driving off, but I just stood there trying and failing to make sense of what just happened. I walked over to the vanity that my mom -damn it- that woman had used with sinking feeling in my stomach as I looked in the mirror.

I stood there staring at my reflection for probably too long as I tried to process my new appearance. The person I was seeing was Japanese, with long straight hair that came almost to the waist. She looked younger than I was, maybe 13 or 14, and had a body that wasn't yet fully developed but it was clearly getting there.

When I looked into her eyes from the mirror no memories came to me like when I had looked into my, that woman's eyes. But whenever I looked at anything else images kept flashing through my mind, little things, random and unimportant.

I left the room and let myself be guided to the bathroom where I picked up the toothbrush that I knew was mine and started to mindlessly brush my teeth without thinking about it too much as I stared at the girl in the mirror.

I continued on that way, getting ready without really thinking about it and making sure not to look closely at my body as I got dressed. I made my way out of the house and made my way down a route I didn't know but felt familiar. Looking at the most insignificant things brought on new memories, people I had never seen before I suddenly found myself knowing everything about.

The thing that really astonished and stopped me in my tracks was when I came to the front of a school, it wasn't the school itself that surprised me it was the name; Namimori middle school. I immediately recognized it, but I didn't know that there was a place in real life with the same name.

I walked closer to the sign that told the schools name, my headache growing stronger the longer I stared as well as more things being flashed through my head. Before it could get as bad as the first time it happened I was brought out of my stupor by the sound of the first bell going off. I snapped my head up from where I'd been looking, and searched around just noticing that the grounds were empty of other students. At least that's what I thought until I caught sight of him walking up to me.

I stood there frozen looking at the person in front of me, the words the woman had said earlier playing through my head. "What was his name again? Oh right, Hibari Kyoya.".

No fucking way.

"Herbivore." He spoke, sounding as deadly as ever. He raised his tonfa in almost bored manner as if to strike but then paused an unknown emotion darting across his face, and that was the opening I needed. I let my instincts take over as I fled as fast as I could. I dashed into the school and up the stairs to my classroom.

I didn't once turn to look behind me, so I didn't see the way Hibari stayed in the same position for a second before lowering his tonfa and putting it way, looking at the spot I had just vacated with a curious look. Then without a second thought turned and walked off raising a hand to cover a yawn as he went to go look for a place to take nap.

. . .

I made it to my classroom in record time, I was panting as I lifted my hand to opened the door. I didn't know how I knew it was my classroom, it didn't even occur to me that it may not be till this moment. But before I could convince myself to just leave and go home -since I really had no reason to even be here in the first place- the door opened in front of me, making me stumble back in surprise.

"Oh, hey Akiyama." Said a friendly voice. I looked looked up at the tall boy who was smiling down at me with a blinding grin.

"Akiyama Tomoko, you were almost late again!" I heard the teacher call from inside making me look away from the familiar looking boy.

"Uh, sorry." I said lamely, not meaning it.

"Get to your seat, I don't want it happening again." Was all he said before turning back to what he had been writing on the board. I nodded dumbly and stepped into the class and took the seat that just knew was mine.

"Yamamoto go ahead to the bathroom, but be quick about it." Nezu sensei said exasperated. The tall kid nodded and closed the door behind him.

Takeshi Yamamoto. That's who that boy was, and it wasn't just someone who had the same name as a character in a manga, it was the same guy. Or at least they were eerily similar, considering the memories I was getting of him of him being just like the Yamamoto that I knew. It had been the same thing that had happened with the Hibari I'd seen outside.

I was starting to think that all of this wasn't…

The door opened and a short brunette boy came in panting heavily, just as the late bell rang.

"Dame-Tsuna! Why am I not surprised? Late again."

...a coincidence.

"S-s-sorry s-se-sensei!" Tsuna stuttered out, keeping his head lowered and fiddling nervously with his thumbs.

"Take a seat now or I'll ask you to answer the first question."

"HAII!"

He hurriedly went to his desk, but then tripped before he got there causing everyone to snigger. It was then that I caught sight of a foot retreating back to it's own desk, as if it hadn't just tripped the boy. Tsuna just picked himself up and made it to his desk which was in the row to my right and one up from mine.

Yamamoto came back a few minutes later took his own seat which was behind Tsuna's and directly to my right. I tried not to stare at either one of them but it's so strange to see people that you had only ever seen in drawings in real life. It was like seeing an amazing cosplayer. I kept glancing at them throughout the class not paying attention to anything that was going on.

There was just something that was bothering me, well besides that fact that I seemed to be in some else's body with someone's memories flowing through my head constantly and a god awful headache but to be honest I did not want to think about that at the moment. So pushing all that into the back of my mind I tried to focus on the smaller problem that was bothering. It seemed like Tsuna and Yamamoto weren't friend's, neither one had said a single word to the other, they didn't even look at each other.

If they weren't friends that means that -if I let myself even think about accepting the ridiculous idea that I pushed to the deepest part of my mind- Reborn hasn't come yet to start training Tsuna. Which means that the story hasn't even started yet -if I let myself believe for one ridiculous moment that I really was in some alternate universe.

All the memories that this girl -Akiyama Tomoko- had of the two boys were mundane, nothing that would indicate weird things going on. Though some of them were a little creepy, this Tomoko girl seemed to have a big crush on Yamamoto and seemed to like staying after school to watch him practice. Her memories of Tsuna on the other hand were saddening, she hadn't cared about the bushy haired boy much unless it involved laughing at him like the rest of her classmates.

Tsuna didn't have any friends then, which was just tragic. I mean I know he is just a little pathetic sometimes but still Tsuna's an adorable mafia boss! And if all of this was really real -which it wasn't, because it's impossible- there's no way I wouldn't want to try and befriend the main character of one of my favorite mangas. And to be honest if I had some how been transported into another universe with people who are anime characters, Hitman Reborn was a pretty good one to land myself in. Think about if I had some how ended up in the Attack on Titan universe, I would already be dead.

Tsuna's not supposed to have any friends yet though, it's one of the things that Reborn changes about him. And besides even if I did become his friend I would probably end up screwing up the whole plot and end up getting Tsuna killed. So no interfering.

Not that I believe that all of this is real. Ha. Ha. Ha… okay maybe just a little.

I sighed to myself, looking away from the two boys, and forcing myself to take notes on what was being written on the board. This is completely crazy, but so is waking up in someone else's body and getting their memories. It was at that moment, looking down at my notes that I realized I was writing in Japanese, that I had been speaking Japanese as well as understanding everyone else who was speaking it.

Okay this was real, all of it was real. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. What am I going to do? I tried to focus on my breathing, a technique used to help calm myself and help my mind focus. I couldn't come up with any idea of what I was going to do, so I calmly decided to just get through the day and see if I could figure out what was going on by then because I really didn't think going to the nurse to tell them I'm from another universe was a good idea.

So I spent the rest of the day trying to ignore the pounding headache I had, as well as processing all the memories coming to me. I didn't say much to anyone just kept silent and nodded whenever it was called for. It was a little weird to be hanging around a bunch of 13 year olds if only because I just wasn't used to it. I was already in my senior year of high school where I was from.

Tomoko seemed to be pretty popular, not as popular as Kyoko apparently but still had a lot of friends -or should I say "friends". That also made me feel a little strange, I wasn't used to being surrounded by so many people who wanted to talk to me, it was something I usually avoided preferring to sit in the back reading a book.

I watched during lunch when Tsuna grabbed his lunch and slipped quietly out of the room, then turned back to my own bought lunch. By the end of the day I was exhausted, and fled from the scene as soon as the bell rang.

I ran down the street my satchel rhythmically hitting my hip. I didn't stop till I was panting heavily, resting my hands on my knees bent over as I coughed. I straightened up after I caught my breath and swiped the back of my hand across my forehead before kicking the ground in frustration.

Sighing I adjusted my satchel and continued walking. I didn't take the way home -or Tomoko's home- because that would mean facing reality. So I spent the next two hours walking around randomly exploring as much as I could, someone could argue that I had already seen these things before but I hadn't, those were all some else's memories and I felt this strong urge to experience something for myself.

Finally deciding to go ahead and head home. I walked up to an older man who was closing down his shop for the day and asked directions. He was friendly enough, and gave good directions.

"Thanks sir." I told him gratefully.

"No problem miss, feel free to come back when the shop's open."

"Sure thing, actually you wouldn't happen to sell something I could eat for lunch or breakfast do you?" He gave me a puzzled look, like he was confused about why I would think he wouldn't have something, but smiled and nodded. So I left making sure to remember to come by and pick up something for tomorrow. I headed home then, the trip only taking a few minutes.

When I got home it was to a strangely quiet house. I locked myself in my too clean room, damn it, Akiyama's room. I grabbed my laptop and sunk heavily onto my bed and started the search for myself -my real self. Wherever I looked though I couldn't find anything, so I gave up looking for myself and started to look for both my parents.

What I found didn't shock me as much as it should have, but considering my day it was hard to be that surprised about anything. It seemed that my parents had never gotten married, resulting in me never being born. It's a strange thing realizing you don't exist.

I don't know if I can live like this, I've never dealt with anything really problematic before. My life has been normal up till this day, I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I closed the laptop and pushed it to the end of the bed before flopping face first in the pillows and screaming.

Wait…

Stupid, stupid, stupid, how could I have been so stupid.

I have the Tenth Vongola Boss as a classmate. I'll just have to wait till Tsuna finishes all his challenges to ask him for help. He would believe me, I mean he would have dealt with Byakuran and he can go to parallel universes so why wouldn't he believe me? Yeah I'll do that.

That's over year from now, and there is also two timelines, one where Tsuna dies ten years in the future. So does that mean I'm going to have to wait ten years or just one? Great, just great.

I lay there for a few more minutes, with my eyes closed, before getting up and changing into pajamas. I then closed all the curtains, turned off the light, and buried myself under the comforter on the as hard as I could to ignore the fact that not only was I in some else's body with their memories but also some how in a different universe where an anime is real.

It was a long time before I fell asleep.

This is my first Fanfiction, please let me know your opinions.

*･゜ﾟ･*(^O^)/*･゜ﾟ･*

Edited 1/16/15