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I remind myself that my name is Sasagawa Kyoko.

Okay… so far so good…

I am seventeen years old.

Right you are, Kyoko!

I have a brother named Sasagawa Ryohei, and two girlfriends, Kurokawa Hana and Miura Haru.

Continue…

I also have guy friends: Yamamoto-kun and Gokudera-kun. There's also… uh, Tsuna…san.

'Kay… wait- what the hell-?

Oh right, I remember that I study at Namimori High. And… wait- no- oh no- darn-

Oh my… oh no… oh my god!

I also have two pop quizzes today… and a project I have to pass…

Warmer… warmer…

In conclusion, I study at Namimori High.

The mind-bombardments now end. Shutting down…

And where I should be, not in the Namimori Arena!

Crap, she has OFFICIALLY woken up. FINALLY!

~K27~

This. Is. Not. What. I. Have. Planned.

I will remember to thank Ryohei and Reborn for this.

And perhaps… Kyoko-san.

Which reminds me, I have to accompany her tonight in case she gets kidnapped again.

I smile a little and stand up, jump a couple of times and look at Reborn, who was painting an impressionistic portrait of what will face me the moment I step outside.

Tomorrow, will be Ryohei's match, and I wish that we switch places.

Schoolwork. Reborn had already given me those things at Italy. And it's such a tedious activity, since in the near future, it won't be of use the moment I become Vongola Decimo.

Sigh.

Still, though. It's a breath of fresh air from the suffocation from the Mafia.

Though it is a bore.

Even talking about it, bores me.

No more! I declare boredom to be banished!

I sit, and remind myself that I sound stupid.

And now I remind myself that Reborn's almost finished with the painting, and I could clearly see the four main characters, all of them risking schoolwork for my sake.

Even…

I just can't utter her name even in my head.

"Nervous, Tsuna?" Reborn asks.

I shake my head and shrug so he could finish his painting.

I am not nervous.

Just confused.

Damn, even in my head I sound stupid with my little arguments!

I look then at my padded fist, and try remembering what happened last night.

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