Our Boss is a Yanki!

Chapter 0: The Oni of Namimori, Sawada Tsunade (I)

Disclaimer/Author's Notes: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. If I did, I wouldn't be here writing fictional stories for free. The prompt for this story was the basic question "What if Tsuna was a girl?" but also with a twist. I didn't want to do a generic rewrite of KHR with the only thing being different is the fact that Tsuna was missing something from between his legs, and gained a pair of breasts. This is going to center around what Tsuna could've become if the character reacted in the opposite way to the bullying Tsuna had to deal with in canon. Hopefully a majority will enjoy it, if not then meh...I tried my best!

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"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
― Marilyn Monroe

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It was a grim scene to behold.

All around on the pavement were the unconscious bodies of the members of "The Crows", one of Namimori's more notorious gangs. Every single body sprawled on the ground was a mottled mess of black and blue bruises, blood leaking from their broken noses, and teeth littered the ground. Groans and whimpers of pain came from them, only making the scene that much more macabre.

The only one left standing was the leader, who was currently trying to drag himself away from the figure currently beating his second in command to a bloody pulp. Pleas for mercy went unheard, as the sound of skin smacking against skin, bones against bones, echoed, but soon the desperate cries for mercy were cut short.

The sudden end of his second-in-command's pleas struck utter fear within the gang leader's heart, and his eyes immediately leapt towards the figure slowly turning around.

Nonomura Shun's lips quivered and his eyes filled with tears as he watched his second in command being tossed aside like a piece of trash. Once he heard the thud of the body hitting the ground, he watched in horror as the monster dusted off her hands before turning her head in his direction.

A chill swept through his body when her burning gaze fell upon him, and it was only then that he realized that he was the only left to feel this monster's wrath. But he couldn't move, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't move an inch. Narrow cognac-colored eyes pinned him in place, and full, pouty lips (that would've been attractive on any other girl) curled down at the corners into a scowl.

"Ah, so there's only one of you left huh?" she slowly began to make her way towards him at a sedate pace, though she kicked some of the downed thugs in the ribs, earning strained groans from her efforts.

Her expression showed little; no rage, no hatred, just mild irritation towards his being as if he were a bug. It was like he was nothing more than a fly or a mosquito buzzing around her head.

If this had been any other time, any other place, Shun would've felt indignant at the look. But at this point he wished nothing more than for her to see him as something less than a bug so she would allow him to leave this unscathed.

Her glare pierced him as she came to a stop in front of him. She leaned forward and grabbed the front of his shirt. A squeal of terror escaped his lips as she lifted him up with such ease, until she had him dangling up in the air with only the tips of his sneakers barely scraping the ground below.

"I had told you buzzards to stay off my turf, but it seems like you all are hard of hearing...I hope this little chat of ours made everything a bit clearer for you guys." Her grip on his collar seemed to tighten, and Shun's hands latched onto her wrists at a futile attempt to get her to release him.