A Hitwoman's Blossom Viewing (A KHR Fanfiction)

Target One

ces: the first chapter and this is what our Hibari Hanami looks like! i created this with picrew (https://picrew.me/image_maker/216019)

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Target One

Seeing Namimori was like revisiting her childhood in person. Everything was the same except few houses new, some buildings gone, new faces, familiar fences, and the mountains around the town. The scent of smoke, bread, trees, and people are around her and envelopes her like a hug. Like how the city is greeting her with welcoming arms.

Hanami smiled and went on with her way, a suitcase trailing behind her as she tugs it with grace. Even here, some eyes follow her as if in trance, easily swayed and easily killed, she thought.

She stopped by a small park near Namimori Middle School, leaning against the metal fence as children played behind her back.

"I'm gonna get you!" A loud child yelled as he continue to chase around a girl in pigtails. Both of them are laughing and carefree.

Hanami looks back at the building of her Alma Mater. It wasn't nostalgic, her school days are no good after all. She rarely had anyone to talk to or even manage to talk to since after three days she begged her father to home schooled her because she couldn't handle the crowd.

They keep on asking, why is her hair like that? Why is her eyes purple? Was she foreign? Does she have a disease? What is her real life story?

It suffocates her and thankfully, her father understood and taught her all the things she knows. When she wanted more, she can study all she wanted, read all the books she wanted. She craved knowledge and it saves her that she's intelligent and has a photographic memory, making her remember almost everything.

"Ciaossu, Hana."

The familiar greeting and a light tap of shoes hitting the metal fence snapped her from her daze as a small smile lifts her whole face up.

She looked at her right and felt refreshed at the sight of her teacher.

"It's so nice to see you again, teacher." She couldn't help but to sound so relieved and soft.

Ever since she was 6 years old, she started training her body for killing. Both of her parents are known to be assassins. Her mother was a private Vongola hitwoman also, before she took the mantle when she turned 18. Her father was more like an informant who is really good with knives and explosives. She killed her first mafia baddie when she was 14.

Reborn taught her for a whole year, a refreshed start when her father died in a mission. Her mother still mourning, she let the famous hitman train her daughter. She was 10 and she has gotten close to him. Then she turned 11 and that's when he parted ways with her.

It wasn't a sad goodbye more like a promise that they will see each other again.

And they did.

Reborn smirked. "I'm not your teacher anymore so drop it." He said as Leon, his chameleon, jumped off from his fedora and crawled onto Hanami's shoulder, staring at her.

"Looks like he missed you." The baby added.

Leon brushed his tiny head against her cheek indicating that he did.

Hanami chuckled, pressing a finger on the lizard's head and patting it. "I missed you too, little guy." She said.

"They won't be going out right now. They have school until 2 pm." Reborn informed.