21Disclaimer: Sarkura does not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
' ' - Inner thoughts
" " - Character Speaking
Blurb: Nera, our heroine one day steps out the house to the shopping centre and sees a new shop filled with her otaku obsession, she purchases the entire manga series of KHR and finds herself somewhere shes not familiar with. What's worse is all her manga books has disappeared.
edit: for some reason there was missing bits and I changed one line to be more accurate to the manga.
edit: I thought while reading that there was a few mistakes and that the time skips was confusing so I separated it with Tuna*Star*Fish let me know if it was a wise decision to make.
edit: I'm such a bad author, I keep wanting to edit the story... I gave in, sorry! Eep!
Dimension Traveler
Prologue 1
Nothing and I mean nothing, was remotely interesting about Nera.
She was quiet and plain- quite the dull grey to black kind of nerdish personality. Nera lived in England and was born in England, but her nationality was Vietnamese. Everyday she would come to school with a blank face and same appearance: hair an obsidian black with an unkept straightness, her eyes if you looked was brown- not black and hidden behind the thick lens of her glasses.
Now if you spoke to Nera, you would only ever get very few words from her which was arguably true. In fact the maximum words recorded in one sentence was 3, according to her classmates (but what do they know about her) she either was not bothered enough to reply or didn't care, it was the kind of way she was; that is if you wasn't a close friend of Nera.
Right! On to other things, Nera had a smoothness in the way she walked (not that herself or anyone noticed) and her silence made her usually undetectable. Once a classmate had asked to no one in particular where she was- Nera was right behind him. No surprise really. Despite being shy, Nera had a unique list of interests. Ones she preferred to keep to herself- a girl got to be mysterious after all.
Where this story starts, begins in the summer holidays of Nera's 17th birthday.
Tuna*Star*Fish
Nera sighed contently as she flopped onto her bed; the heavy, giant grey, orange and black bag dropped already in its special place (between her desk and wardrobe). She stretched her arms and wiggled about on her bed, feeling the soreness in her shoulders going away. She stopped moving and grabbed her iPhone, unplugged the charger from the smart phone and checked her email. A sigh passed her lips from frustration- another email with more summer homework.
'Curse you homework! Curse you College!'
She huffed and decided it could be done later, some peace was what she needed at that moment, just somewhere to escape the thoughts of her crush. Nera was in the deep end of the scale and she did not like it, at least her problem was going and fading and... Nera huffed again. Forget him! Cute, confident, funny and stupid Raymond. The jerk was too nice and skilled at various sports. It was her aim to become better than him and make him jealous, or at least scare him.
Nera focused her drifting mind on karate and smiled. She had gone a long way from her shy and awkwardness in sparring, however, for her there was no beating kata. The kata made her focus solely on making every step, breath, kick or punch, strong and close to perfection as she can. Another thought came to her and she froze, she was grading again soon for her 7th belt.
'So much to focus on! Bah I bring this upon myself, I can get myself though it.'
Without thinking too much she went down for dinner and straight to sleep soon after. Morning came fast and swift like an eagle in flight. The morning sun already high in the brilliant blue sky.
'Man, I miss my Assassins Creed games.'
Nera gave a lazy look at her video game collection on the shelf...
'Nah. I can't be asked to go buy a new HTMI cable.'
She glanced at the imposing figure of the grand master assassin: Altair looking down upon her.
'Uhh, the answer is still no.'
So that settled that. There was no way she was bothered enough to go outside- Nera's mother screamed an order... I mean, instruction at her. Without much choice in the matter Nera yelled back with a reluctant okay.
'Damn it! I jinxed myself.'
A few minutes later with hair in a low pony tail, Nera was in her black jeans and black shirt; a Reborn backpack on her shoulders and trainers on, no socks. So began Nera's adventure to the supermarket and later detour to the electronic shop. Once outside the sun burnt the puny humans within its light rays harshly, fortunately Nera was in the shade for majority of the trip into the cool supermarket.
'Ah! There's a smart person who runs the supermarket!'
Who said the moisture in the air wasn't boiling hot? Not bothered enough to rush, she picked the items on the list she made on the iphone and placed them gently inside the cart. At the counter with everything paid for and bagged neatly, a sudden realisation came to her that there was no way she could carry all the items on her own.
'Old lady! Forgot to give me the trolly pull thing!'
Nera pushed the cart away to a bench and called her mother about the situation and huffed.
'It's not like I can carry 19 bags of shopping by myself!'
In the end there was point in her mother arguing with Nera, her mother arrived and helped her carry the items home. At the front yard of her house she remembered the detour to the electronic (forbidden) shop. Quickly setting all the items on the counters and table she dashed away quickly, ignoring the strange look her mother gave.
'The shop is calling me! Nera! Nera!'
The electronic shop wasn't anything special but it still made Nera's day and her money seemed to disappear when she was finished browsing the shop. They had a range of items on display including consoles, manga, anime and games. Her eyes skimmed the store for any other customers but besides her there was only 5 others.
'P-A-R-A-D-I-S-E! Paradise! Lalalala~'
Nera practically teleported to the manga section and browsed the numerous books on display like it was no one's business and it wasn't. Time flew past without her realising (she never did when she was in the shop) and came across an advertisement on some of the manga. And Nera stared at the words blinking and rubbed her eyes to check that she wasn't hallucinating.
KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN MANGA SERIES VOLUME 1-42 ON SALE FOR £200! UNTIL STOCKS LASTS!
She grabbed her smart phone and tapped in the usual cost of each volume and stared at the savings she would get from the deal. It was a lot of savings. With a grin she went to the counter and froze. The counter boy wasn't really a boy but he was maybe give or take 4 years older than her... she also knew the guy.
"Raymond!" He looked up from his smart phone lazily and smiled.
"Hey Nera, sup? Finally decided to notice me?" An angry blush splattered her face red. "Sigh, Useless. You don't really pay attention to your surroundings do you?"
Nera could feel an imaginary tick mark appear every word Raymond sprouted. "Who would notice an idiot like you." She huffed childishly. "I want to buy the entire Katekyo Hitman Reborn series."
He stared at her like she had grown another head. "I knew you liked wasting money but seriously cartoons?"
It was Nera's turn to stare at Raymond but for an entirely different reason. "Shut up, it's MANGA! Give me my manga books!" She turned around refusing to look at the jerk.
"Yeah, yeah... where are those books? K-something Hitman Reborn." Nera pointed in the general direction and Raymond sighed knowing that he wouldn't get anymore help from Nera since he made her upset.
"If you drop those books I'll turn into a right bitch and get you fired. I happen to know the owner very well." Nera somewhat enjoyed seeing Raymond walk back and forth carrying 10 manga books at a time carefully. He grunted as he finished collecting the books on the counter and muttered. "Waste of money when she can be spending it on archery stuff..."
'I'd rather quit archery than drop my manga addiction.'
"How are you going to carry of of this?" He asked her genuinely confused. "I can give you a lift home but my shift ends in an hour."
"Just pack them into the bags." Nera was not in the mood to hang around Raymond even if he was her crush.
'No one insults my manga and gets away unscathed.'
As soon as her bags was packed she paid and snatched her bags off the counter in obvious anger.
"Hey Nera!" She ignored him, leaving him to awkwardly call out to her.
'No good byes.'
Then everything became distorted and hazy before turning darker and black completely. Time slowed down as she felt herself fall to the floor and her books fall out the bags.
Tuna*Star*Fish
Nera awoke to a pounding headache, a large lump on her head. She got up, stumbled but regained her balance, and realised that she had no idea where she was. Bad news. The sky was almost a pitch black, all the streets looked larger than she first remembered and even the houses seemed off. She stared at a car window, just barely high enough to see herself and blinked.
'Uh... flat chest? And I'm wearing some kind of cosplay?'
Nera raised an eye brow at that, then she looked at her bags, the bottom was on the ground and judging by the tears on the plastic she had dragged them; this was all too strange for her to understand fully, she looked like kid about 5 years old. Suddenly her phone vibrated. Nera jumped in shock and hastily answered the a smart phone identical to her own, the caller contact name was Papa.
'Dad? Did he tamper with my phone?'
Nera answered it with a small timid voice. "Hello? Newa speaking," confusion at her own lack of ability to speak, she seriously was a kid?
Sighs of relief flooded the speaker.
"Nera darling where are you? Mama and Papa are really worried! We thought something bad had happened to you."
'That's what I want to know. Where the hell am I?'
She stared at the road name sign and rubbed her temples. "Who are you?" Silence echoed back from the other side of the mic.
"Nera? It's your Mama and Papa. Can you tell us where you are?"
"Woselyn woad."
More signs of strained relief. "Okay darling, stay where you are. Don't go onto the road. Stand on the pavement! Mama and Papa will go come find you."
Putting her thoughts aside she said yes. Not exactly happy, she set herself to checking all her purchases. Only they're not her mangas and cable, at least, not anymore. And nor was her reborn bag a backpack.
'NO! My obsession! My manga! My reborn bag- why!'
Her bag was now one of them black leather school bags with school material in it (books and stationary, wallet and keys), inside the battered plastic bag was still definitely manga books, but they were not Katekyo Hitman Reborn; it was some other one which she had no idea about or even heard of. The bag that contained the cable instead was a little bag which contained a small little box- looked like jewellery. The little box had intricate details on in strange circles. Idly Nera felt around her neck to find no necklace at all. Usually she had a silver necklace with a heart key pendent, a gift from a very close friend which was no longer present on her.
'What the hell is in this box? Damn my bloody curiosity.'
Nera was about to open the box she could hear the thuds of footsteps become louder and louder and desperate noises. "Nera! Darling where are you?" A man obviously much taller than the woman spotted her. "My darling girl, you must have been so confused!" They rush to her, she squinted her eyes but to no avail it was hard to see in the dark.
'They don't look like my parents. They don't speak English and they don't call me darling.'
The man almost swept her off the ground until she kicked his hand, the woman besides him was shorter with what she could tell long hair. They both backed away from the little girl. "Nera come now, lets all go home. It's not funny to joke around like that." Her Mama cooed.
"I don't know you."
The woman froze and gave her partner a look. "Okay then Nera, will you give the doctor a visit to do a check up?"
"I can agwee with that. I also want a DNA test too!" She refused to hold their hand walking besides them. "I want you to know that I don't twust you."
The parents looked at each other with concern, their only daughter had amnesia and didn't remember them. What had happened to their darling in the space of 30 minutes?
Shortly after they arrived at a bus stop and boarded one. Nera looked on in amusment at the scene in front of her, to refuse an angry mother was like asking for capital punishment, so naturally when the woman called Misaki ran and urged the bus driver to move faster all the way to their stop (nearest to the hospital) she thanked him and promptly got Nera examined. After a few questions and examinations by the strange flirtatious doctor, he declared that she did indeed have some sort of amnesia but psychically she was fine.
"Her memory should function fine. No need to worry anymore Mrs. Nightingale. Show her some pictures or thing she likes, that may bring back some of her memories but don't expect that it will." He turned to Nera and handed her a little card.
The little card had details on the card showed her name, the fact that she was 4 years old and her birthday was on 22nd March. It even said that her parents was indeed the two who sat with her... since her mother gave birth to her in the very hospital she was at.
'Great. I am someone I'm not apparently.'
She pinched herself hard and no she wasn't in a dream unfortunately. The doctor smiled amused. "Well have a safe trip home."
Nera gave a glance at Misaki, her Mama and James, her Papa. On the bus to the hospital Misaki couldn't stay still enough for her to do anything but hold on for dear life. On the way back Nera threw away her shyness she decided to break the silence.
"Can you tell me about youwself?" Nera huffed in annoyance.
'Bloody r and w.'
Misaki wiped away the remaining tears from her eyes and gave her daughter a brilliant smile. James caught on and smiled. It was like the family was whole again.
"Well Nera..."
Tuna*Star*Fish
Misaki gingerly carried Nera to her room and tucked her in. James laid down the bags next to the wall. The two shared another look and bid their sleeping daughter good night.
"James, she doesn't remember us..." Misaki whispered. In response James hugged his wife, he was scared too.
"Our little one is safe and we can always create new memories with he like you tucking her in, remember?" James lightly kissed her smooth long black hair. "Sleep. No more worrying."
She huffed and pouted "I'm never taking Nera to a damn anime convention again."
"Haha," he chuckled "that will be hard. We're transferring to Japan soon."
Tuna*Star*Fish
Nera opened her eyes slowly winching at the light as she did so.
'I'm not a bloody morning person.'
She stared at the ceiling for what seemed like a very long time (actually it was only 5 minutes).
'This is not my room. Where the hell is Altair, Ezio and Conner! My posters of master assassins!'
She grumbled under her breath throwing the blankets off, remembering the incident the day before. Nera sniffed the air briefly and stalked out her room, marched down the stairs and into the kitchen.
'Yum the aroma is wonderful. Forget the shower, breakfast comes first.'
Nera saw her Misaki hum cheerfully, wearing a frilly apron at the stove. Her mother turned around probably heard her padding around the house.
"Oh! Good morning Nera, take a seat. Breakfast will be done soon."
Misaki was definitely short, her hair was in a bun and she had the darkest brown eyes she had ever seen (shades darker than her own). From experience, Nera could tell that the woman had long black hair, along with a brilliant smile that lit her face up. Typical Japanese woman.
'My new family in this strange place hm.'
"Mowning." Nera winched slightly at her mispronunciation, annoyed she pulled the dinning chair out and sat on it.
Light footsteps on the stairs signaled that James was up. James, her father was definitely British, if his breakfast served any indication. He was taller than Misaki by a head and a half, his hair was short dark blond and his eyes were a startling dark blue, he was also still in his pajamas.
'Huh, fabulous. I have a mum who is moe and a very attractive dad. I'm half Japanese and British.'
Nera sat and ate the Japanese style breakfast slowly, pondering what had happened and how she would go on from there.
'Where the hell am I again?'
"Nera," my mama called, "we're going to Japan next week. Do you remember?" Of course Nera had no clue and shook her head.
'Nevermind, that solves problem number one.'
Within one week there wasn't much she could do to gain more information about the world around her. Instead Nera opted to inspect the thing inside the box, surprise, surprise it was her beloved necklace- she put the thing around her neck. It was long on her kiddy body but it felt nice and glowed warmly against her skin.
Tuna*Star*Fish
Nera found herself with a new pair of glasses and struggling with the Japanese language, but worst- memorising the Japanese characters, at least Mama was being helpful and going though the different words and meanings slowly. She had nailed the self introduction flawlessly but only after practicing even in her sleep, now she was in front of the kindergarten with Mama; Nera was extremely nervous and she wasn't too sure herself why. They walked together into the classroom, there was a brief exchange of words between Mama and the teacher, then Mama waved good bye to her.
Nera breathed in calmly. "Nice to meet you all, my name is Nera Roselle Nightingale! Please take care of me." The other kids looked at her in wonder, like she was something new and exciting, not that she could blame them. Her eyes were now blue and it contrasted sharply with her black hair and lightly tanned skin. She was not common.
The teacher called her name and pointed at Nera's seat near the window at the front. To say she was astonished when all the children started throwing numerous items at the teacher and hurting each other was the understatement of the century. All to retaliate against doing any lessons on boring maths. So naturally when a boy went over to her and babbled in Japanese, got angry, drew his fist back to punch Nera and since she really was not in the mood she socked him in the face and he went down. Clearly knocked out. The other children stared at her again and thought better to leave her alone.
'Good for them.'
"Sensei." The kindergarden teacher went over to Nera and gasped when she saw the boy on the floor.
Tuna*Star*Fish
'Home time!'
Mama waited eagerly to collect Nera and noticed a boy casting dark looks at her daughter, he abruptly got up from his seat and charged at Nera. Mama panicked, only for Nera to quickly get out her chair, grab her bag and letting the boy crash into her desk all the while walking towards her Mama. The boy had tears in his eyes and glared hatefully at Nera.
'As if I care lilttle boy.'
Nera tugged her Mama's hand. "Home."
'Kindergarten sucks. I can't speak or read much Japanese otherwise I would so be in Elementary right now.'
Tuna*Star*Fish
2 years later...
Time had flew past dreadfully slow, but Nera did not mind. Her Japanese basics was revised over and over, she could speak but not write Vietnamese and she would be damned if she could not remember her GCSE English classes (the teacher was a funny woman but the horrors of learning Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet with her) Nera shivered at the thought. Her English was as good as she remembered, it helped that she only spoke to her Papa in their native language.
At present Nera was at her desk reading manga intensely; the main character was dying and it was all very sad. Her desk was kicked and slammed against the wall she slipped the manga book into her bag and went else where with her bag to read in peace. Of course, Masumune Kenshiro wasn't about to let that happen. He had a score to settle with Ms. Perfect.
"Oi! Stupid-"
"Your grades are worst than mine."
"Ugly!"
Nera not caring began walking away. He glared and charged at her, she sighed while stepping out of the way. The crashes of tables confirmed to her that the boy who tried to hit her on her first day of kindergarten was still a brash idiot. For once she decided to reply to him. "You're annoying." And of course he did not understand- it was in English.
Tuna*Star*Fish
Finally it was the first day of elementary for Nera, after not bothering to do any College level work, her new year resolution was to skip grades. Kiddy work was bloody boring and after a while Mama already knew how intelligent she was. The woman was a slave driver on homework and thankfully a brilliant tutor.
Masumune confronted her and Nera was ready to kick his arse.
'Bloody nuisance.'
"I-I will beat you this year!" He yelled at Nera.
She scoffed, simple because it's not like he could skip years of school with his grades. "No chance. I'm skipping grades."
"W-what! That's impossible." He stared at her with an expression between horror and panic.
"Yeah, for you." She almost walked away when the sound of crying behind her made her do a double take. The boy was crying, he never cried when they had their short fights. "I... Masumune. Do you want to fight me that badly?" His cries were turned into hiccups and he nodded. "Then you have to be my friend and skip grades with me." The look on his face was priceless and finally he smiled.
Needless to say when Mama found out that the boy who had fights with her daughter became her friend, she offered to help torture- I mean tutor one Masumune Kenshiro.
Tuna*Star*Fish
After the first grade and the combined efforts of Nera and Mama, both Nera and Kenshiro (now nicknamed Masu-kun by Nera and Ken-chan by Mama) had skipped a grade. In this year, Nera was comfortable enough to start learning her karate katas again and begin extremely light conditioning exercises. If you didn't know what conditioning meant in karate- its bruising yourself to withstand surprise attacks.
Tuna*Star*Fish
Again the academic year went by and the two friends had skipped the year. Nera now had no problems with Japanese, but boy did it take her a long time. Masumune was struggling at times with the school teaching materials and would always be reluctant to receive tutoring from the she-devils. Mother like daughter.
When the opening ceremony had finished and everyone went to their classes, Nera raised an eye brow at a boy. He had messy brunet hair and brown eyes, taller than her slightly and very cute. But he looked oh so lonely.
The homeroom teacher walked in and row by row everyone introduced them self. Nera stood up and confidently said her name and sat back down again. When that child whom Nera had found odd stood up and introduced himself, hell froze over.
'Sawada Tsunayoshi. Impossible.'
At that moment, she decided to stick with the grade Tsuna was in. Even if he failed but she highly doubted it. After all, it was still basic and simple things.
When lunch time came the teacher left the students to what they wanted. Nera watched as the students began mocking Tsuna for being no good and clumsy. He visibly shrunk and timidly brought out his lunch and ate it quickly. She sighed. The day was becoming worse.
'Shiva, am I really in the Katekyo Hitman Reborn world?'
Tuna*Star*Fish
For the next few months Nera observed Little Tsuna with a critical eye. The boy had been called names mostly, sometimes beaten by bullies, said bullies taking his money and just generally being nasty to him.
'I am in grade 5 now and in grade 7, Sawada Tsunayoshi starts Namimori Middle school, this is the year when Reborn comes to make him into a mafia boss. I hope this is what happens at least.'
Today, Mama had choose to dress Nera in dark jeans, white t-shirt under a blue hoodie, blue trainers and tied her long hair into a low pony tail, her face framed by a fringe; Nera tucked the long hair into her shirt thinking she looked like a girl too much and admired herself.
'I look like a cute little boy.'
She rolled her eyes at her own stupid comment. When it was time to go home, Nera walked home with her Papa. You must be thinking why her parents do this, in England parents generally come to pick up their children from school to the age of She saw a group of boys surround something on the floor, a gut feeling told her it was Tsuna. "Papa, what are those boys doing?" She said firmly.
He turned and immediately knew it was a group bullying on someone. "Nera, hide behind that tree okay? Darling the poor child is being bullied. Don't ever bully someone, it's not a pleasant thing to do." With that he strides over with a quick few words, the gang of boys ran away leaving a bloody and bruised boy on the floor.
Nera ran over not caring if anyone saw her, she had discovered that there was certain things that was humanly impossible for her to do- but yet she could. Papa smiled gently at the sight of his daughter rushing towards him despite his worry.
Nera asked a simple question. "Is he okay?"
Papa nodded. "Hey, Sawada-san we'll help you home." And then Papa gently lifted the boy and followed his directions.
Tuna*Star*Fish
The following year passed with no more interaction between Nera and Tsuna. After a while Nera's parents was confident that she could commute to and from school by herself, it was only 15 minutes of walking. In grade 6 they started learning foreign languages- English and she grinned, as expected she excelled at the subject. It was also in this grade that she gained a reputation of being cold heart-ed and hard to get near to, Masumune being the exception because he was her childhood friend.
Tuna*Star*Fish
Age 10. Grade 7.
Nera was nervous for the sole reason that Reborn may appear in Sawada Tsunayoshi's life. She knew that he would appear soon because at the beginning of the series Tsuna was 13 years old and he was currently still 12.
'The current me may raise Reborn's interest in a bad way, since I fight with Masu-kun a lot.'
She sniggered at the reaction Masumune would give her from her transformation. Mama reluctantly agreed to make her daughter's waist length hair permanently into big curls, Nera's fringe now touched her nose so she parted her hair into a side fringe kept together with cute pink heart clips.
Nera put on the female Namimori middle school uniform and double checked everything was in place. She nodded at the mirror, determination in her eyes. Time to make sure she knew what was real and what wasn't.
Author Notes: Written on an iphone! :D
This is my stab at OC insert. Also if i've done any grammar mistakes, please tell me I do try my best to make sure there are none and constructive criticism is welcomed with hugs.