Dreamscape-A Katekyo Hitman Reborn Fanfic

Ricky's idea(s)

Ricky's Idea(s)

Sorry for the ultra-short chapter! I swear they’ll be longer in the future!
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-Phoenix, Arizona, Rhododendron St. 4:30 PM- 

RING! RING!

"Hello? Ricky speaking, who is this?"

-"Hmm? Oh, hey Ricky, it’s Katrina."-

"Hey, Kat, what's up? You should've holomessaged me, I never check my phone, you know that."

-"I know, I wanted to use my phone at least once before it, like, dies... But that's not the point here. Have you ever heard of lucid dreaming?"-

"Ahahahaha, alright then. Err, lucid dreaming? Yeah, caught wind of it before, never have tried though."

-"Well, rejoice because with this, I'll have time to sleep again!"-

"And this has to do with me how?"

-"With my pro genius thinking, I figured that if two people look at the same picture for reference, then they would go to the same place right? You could visit me in my dreams instead!"-

On the line, Ricky sweatdropped. As much as it was great for Kat, he didn't really like anything unrelated to his precious RPGs, unless...

"Hey, I'll try if you do it my way."

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Kat was suspicious, anything Ricky wanted to do would have something to do with RPGs, and her suspicion was confirmed when he explained the plan to her. It involved making her dreamscape into a public town where it would be PVP(Player vs. Player) and people could live a separate life while they sleep. As much as she hated to admit it, it sounded pretty cool.

"Fine, but I get no paperwork on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays."

-"Ahahahahahahaha, alright 'boss'"-

-Click-

Katrina put down her phone and sighed. For a moment there, she thought that Ricky had already figured out her occupation.

looks like it’s time to start planning...

 

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-Undisclosed location, Phoenix-

A shadowed figure sat between piles of electrical appliances, clicking his phone shut with a sort of gleam in his eyes. Turning his chair to face the computer screen, the figure's face lit up. The man (boy really), had pale olive skin as a result of never going outside, and stunning blue-violet eyes hidden behind black wire-frame glasses.

He clicked on one of the many icons on his ishtara15 system desktop (as the older brands had died put a while ago) and started sketching.

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-Phoenix, Arizona, 1459 Gladiolus dr. 6:00 PM- 

 

"Master Katrina, time for dinner!"

"Coming, Henry!!" Katrina shouted from upstairs. She quickly did up her flowing black hair in a low ponytail, and rushed down the polished oak stairs. Despite being rich (she is the boss of the most powerful mafia group in the world after all) she decided upon a modest house, painted a pale orange with several windows here and there. The carved white door is probably the most delicate of her exterior furnishings, with delicately chiselled vines and flowers as well as discreetly hidden clams and rings here and there. Inside was another story; where the outside seemed normal, the inside was lavish enough to satisfy several royal family members. The walls were covered with delicate-patterned orange wallpaper dusted with real gold. The furnishings were mahogany (Katrina was rather against it, as Mahogany trees were endangered) and oak , glazed to make them look even more expensive.

As she ate her dinner of rice, stir-fry and some other comfort foods a thought came to mind:

::If this is going to be a RPG, won't it go public?::

Oh shit.

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I hate colds. Yes I do. I've lost my voice, and gained a messed up mind as well as a stuffy nose

Great.

anyways, here is your new chapter! gimme some of those things called Comments and Votes, ne?

I don't own KHR!

-Nox

Edited 2012/7/29, some minor capitalization, and conformation that ricky doesn't know of Katrina’s occupation as of yet.