Namimori: Reborn (KHR Fanfic) *Discontinued*

Chapter 7

        So much for avoiding the mafia. I'm going to die again. I can't survive, don't even know how to shoot a gun. Tch.
Well my aim isn't so bad...this is being said based on video games. I need to...... ask for help. I really miss my video games and anime and computer and room. I am so sad.

        I was in troubled thoughts through history and Japanese class. I was still deep in thoughts as I entered Italian class. I ducked, avoiding a flying body and continued walking to my seat.

"Hey Nika! What is the thought possessing your moody little mind?"
Hitomi asked.

        "My survival."

        "Well you avoided a flying Al, pretty sure you'll do fine. I suppose." Sarah stated from the back of the room.

        "You have no idea what I'm going through." I groaned planting my face into the table then turned to look at Hitomi who sat beside me.

        "You know how to fire a gun?"

        "Uh, no? You can't even really find a gun here in Japan. You know?" She answered confused to why I asked.
        Why am a I surrounded by people who have no benefit to me. Oh look the council replied to my challenge. Akira-sensei probably is going to end up my mentor.
Al then chose that moment to saunter over.
        "So watcha talkin about?"
        Hitomi answered, "Guns. She wants to know more about them."
        "Oooo, my favorite!"
Nevermind. It ends up being Al.

        He went on ranting on guns. Well.
Al stopped. "Well nevermind me just go ask Aki-sensei, he's obsessed for some reason." Oh there you go.

        Akira-sensei entered the room and I rushed him extremely out of character. "Akira-sensei. What do you know about guns?"
        "Guns?" He smiled a sweet innocent smile contrasting to the dark aura that was growing.
"Hahaha! Family Business. So why do you want to know?" The aura vanished.

        "...My survival is pending on it. Whether I live or perish. Whether I meet my maker or not."

        "...Ehhh...." he sweatdropped, "...wait you learned some Italian yourself by reading a book right?"

        "Yes. I did. "

He smiled cheerfully, "Then go to the library and get a book."

        "..."

        "I'm here to teach you about the language and culture of Italy. Not a weapon of destruction, besides you don't really need guns in Japan."
Heard that already.

        "But if you don't it will be the destruction of me."                                                                                      

 "What have you gotten yourself pulled into."

        "I'll speak to you at lunch. I still have a class to teach." He sighed.

        At the end of class after everyone had left. I started begging.
"Well, I got pulled into something without a choice and it might be the cause of my demise. Sensei! Help meeee!" I was extremely desperate at that point. I wasn't myself anymore. I didn't contain how I felt. I had a seriously strong sense of urgency and I didn't know why. Perhaps because I possibly cannot avoid Tsuna and the rest anymore and I, inevitably, would have to join them. I don't want relive death by human.

        "I can't just teach a 14 year-old girl to wield a murder weapon."

        "Please. I promise I'll ace all the tests from this point on and finish my homework and stuff."
        "You already do that...well except for acing the tests part."
        "I'll-" I, choosing to go out of charscter, looked around urgently "I'll...uhhh!"