The Baker's Daughter

Well hello there, now I know I've already started another KHR SI/OC story, however it has come to my attention that I am finding it is taking a bit of time to get from the narrative to the fanfiction. So to those who prefer their OC's to dive headfirst into the chaos, here, enjoy a different perspective to my last fanfiction. An SI/OC who, unlike my other one, will have no prior training and no inhuman abilities, only plot and prayers to the god that obviously hates her.

LeNoRi, over and out!


How should I start this? Once upon a time? No, this isn't a fairy tale. It was a dark, stormy night? Nah, it was actually pretty sunny that day. It is a fact, universally acknowledged that a single man in possess- let's just stop that there.

You know what? Fuck it! Roll tape!


Three hours ago, I died.

I had been in an apartment building that had been half-assed and rushed, resulting in it to almost sway in the wind and its walls to give out I they were so much as knocked on. I had been on the sixth floor, pointing out every flaw and falsity to the nervous real-estate agent, when the building shook and gave a loud groan, before CRACK. The roof gave out, dropping ten floors worth of building material on us.

An ambulance was called, they were slow.

The last thing I heard was they were able to stabilise the agent, and I slipped away as the engine started.


So yeah, I died. Sad, sad, sob, sob. Who cares? The part I was most concerned about was when I woke up.


My throat stung as I screamed, the cold hitting me like a brick wall as I was pulled and pushed from my haven.

I was passed from hands to hands, washed and wrapped, screaming all the way through. I was laid down beside a body of warmth, causing the freezing pain to ease. I snuggled closer to the warmth, seeking to hide from the world of noise around me.

I let out a quiet squeal as the warmth vibrated, a gentle voice flowing over me, settling me in a way I was surprised by. It was motherly, comforting, calming.

The woman's voice cooed quietly, cooling the burning chaos that was my mind.

I was awake. I had died, and I was awake.

Was I saved?

I thought about of the possibility, before writing it off. No, I had defiantly died. I didn't know how, but I knew for sure that I had died.

Why? Why was I back? What was the point? What was the need?

I didn't know. I still don't know. But, I did know one thing. I was not going to let this chance slip past me.

'If there is a reason that I'm still alive when so many have died, than I'm willing to wait for it.'


I groaned as I sat up, half awake and not okay about the situation, at all.

Six years old, hungry and cranky, I slid out of bed and shuffled down the hall. I huffed as the scent of freshly baked bread flooded my senses, as it always did every morning.

During the six years of my new life, I had come to understand my situation. I had been reborn.

Wait, that sounds sinister. Like some kind of villain/demon king making a big speech about taking over the world.

I'd been reincarnated.

Yeah, that sounds better.

In my new life, I go by the name of Daiki Yamaguchi. Or Yamaguchi Daiki, as per the traditional way to say it in Japan.

I looked different from my past life, expected, considering genotypes and all. I was tanned, more so than my past life, had black hair, cut short and never obeying the fucking laws of physics and dark brown eyes. Nothing special, nothing stand out. I was pretty average in everything, apparently I was going to shoot up like a weed though.

"Daiki-kun!"

Ah yes, the kun. Always the kun.

"Coming, kaa-san!" I called back, speeding up my shuffle by a millisecond.

I muttered to myself as I dropped from step to step, jumping off the last two and landing on the carped a stride's length away in true children's fashion.

"Kaa-san, what's for breakfast?! I'm hungry!" I chirped as I ran through the small living space and down the next set of steps into the shop below the apartment.

We had to live above our work, it was necessary due to the early working hours. 4am, was around the time kaa-san would wake up to start baking.

Yes, I was a baker's daughter. Not all prestigious, I know, but I get fresh biscuits and bread on hand at all times!

"I'm not surprised, you woke up late! It's already eleven o'clock, your friend is waiting for you outside! Hurry, and take these cookies with you."

I looked up at her, noticing the grainy look of her left cheek. Make up. She's covering it up, still.

"Ah, really! That late!?" I yelped, turning tale and running out the door, bag of fresh co-biscuits in hand.

Australian. Not American. Australian.

Aside from finding that I was in reincarnated, renamed and relocated, I also found out another much more interesting fact.

I lived in Japan, yes, but the town, specifically, I lived in, you wouldn't find on your map. Considering the fact that it doesn't exist, well, it not meant to.

Namimori, a sleepy town with average weather and average people.

'Not for long.' I though with a quiet laugh.

Yes, Namimori of the lovely Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Home of the Sawada lineage for ten generations, and more importantly, the home for Vongola X and co.

Now, I be you're thinking: 'Cool! Now go find Tsuna, get all buddy-buddy, become a BAMF, get a harem while you're at it too!'

How 'bout no?

I'm not letting this chance at a new life go to waste. That means no early death.

I'm going to live a long, life. A long, peaceful, Mafia-less life.

Or as Mafia-less as you can get in Namimori, in the days to come.

Though, I do say that, I have to admit that I have thought about it. Deciding to leave it up to fate, if I meet Tsunayoshi, so be it.

However…

I didn't meet the boy-well, the one I was prepared to meet anyway. And now I'm…

"Daiki-kun! These cookies are EXTREME!"

I'm stuck with this idiot.

Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Sasagawa Ryohei, otherwise known as Turfhead.

"Sasagawa-san, we're meant to share those." I muttered blandly, looking down at my now empty hand with a just as bland expression.

"Ah, sorry, sorry! Your mum's a great baker!" He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck as he crumpled the empty bag.

"It's fine." I sighed, submitting to the fact I had lost my breakfast to the boxer-to be.

"You ready to go to the park?! Let's race to the EXTREME!" He suddenly roared, fire in his eyes as he pumped himself up in a split second.

He grabbed my wrist and took off, my body flying after him like a half-assed flag. I watched the world wiz past with half-lidded eyes as my heel dragged across the ground, a sigh escaping my lips.

"C'mon Daiki-kun! Or are you too slow to keep up with me?!"

My gaze snapped to him, a spark of annoyance igniting within me.

"Is that a challenge?" I asked, finding my feet quickly.

"EXTREME!"

I rolled my eyes before a flicker of a smile flashed across my face, taking off and keeping up with the boy.

"Keep up now, Sasagawa-san." I mocked before upping the speed, forcing my little legs to run faster and faster as I saw the fire burn brighter.

We panted as we saw the park come into view, moving faster as to not be beaten. I narrowed my eyes before doing a last sprint and vaulting the last meter, touching down just before Ryohei did.

"I…win." I panted, hands on my knees and bent over.

The families around us gave us a glance before returning to their children, used to Ryohei's sudden appearances.

Ryohei grinned, in a better state than me, but not by much. He stood straight and trotted over to the surprisingly vacant swings, clambering up with his six year old height.

I shuffled after him, watching him kick his legs uncordially, attempting to gain momentum. I rolled my eyes and tottered behind him, grabbed the chains of the swing and took a few steps back before pushing the sun guardian.

My lip twitched as he let out a happy laugh, leaning forwards to help the swing along. I continued to push him when he came back, watching as his arcs started to get wider.

"Hey, Daiki-kun?"

I looked up and gave a grunt, showing that I was listening.

He looked over his shoulder for a moment before facing back to the front, his hand clutching the chains harder slightly.

"I…I heard about what your dad did…"

I paused for a moment, moving to push him again, suddenly aware of the people's eyes.

"And? Was I wrong, to do what I did?" I asked, wondering what a child thought about such an annoyingly complicated situation.

"No…No. If my dad did that to kaa-san, I'd protect her too! Men shouldn't do that to women!"

I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he'd do if he found out I was a girl after all those times he's punched and dog-piled me.

"Did you hear?"

"About the Yamaguchi's?"

"No, what happened? They're the baker family, right?"

"Yeah, apparently Yamada-san's been beating poor Kaede-san for years, he went too far last week and knocked her into a shelf!"

"No, really? He was such a nice man, too."

"That's not all, apparently their son, Daiki-san, walked in on his father beating her!"

"Oh, the poor boy!"

"Ha! Poor father more like! Daiki-san blew up! He managed to kick Yamada-san out of the house! He might be young, but hell can he punch! Broke the man's nose!"

"Daiki-san? No, he's too quiet for that."

"You know what they say, 'it's always the quiet ones.'"

I blocked out the tittering group of women, already knowing the story. I gave Ryohei another push, drawing another loud 'EXTREEEEEEMEEEEE!'

"Where is he now? Yamada-san?"

"Don't know. Disappeared into the night, tail between his legs."

"Serves the bastard right, striking such a nice woman like Kaede-san."

"But what about Daiki-san? Punching someone like that, hard enough to break their nose! I hope he doesn't turn out as a delinquent."

"I don't think so."

"You never know, with a father like that. Like father, like son. He might turn out just as bad."

I pushed once more before turning and walking up to the trio of women, my face still blank. I stood at to the side of their group, not being noticed yet.

"Could you please tone it down in volume? You're being incredibly loud."

The mothers all jumped, spinning around and paling when they saw who had addressed them.

"A-ah, Daiki-san! How is your mother?"

I looked to the woman who had asked, agitation roaring in the back of my head, barely restrained by common sense.

"She's doing fine, miss. Would do better without her domestic problems being used as entertainment." I stated, looking pointed at them, my eyes accusing.

"That's quite the vocabulary you have there, dear…"

I walked away before they could muster up conversation, restraining my temper as best I could. I was a patient person, incredibly so, but recently I have not been in the best of spirits.

"Sasagawa-san, do you want to go play on the equipment?" I asked, pointing to the multi-coloured playground.

"Sure!" He grinned, but he knew that I knew that he had heard.

He vaulted off the swing and grabbed my hand, dragging me from the collection of nosey adults. I looked over my shoulder and looked at them with the same eyes I had looked at my father with, I knew their intentions and I wouldn't let them do it.

I wouldn't let them touch my mother.


I stood in front of the mirror with a tight smile, letting my mother undress and redress me like a doll. I watched her look pointedly at my flat chest, a flash of pride going through her eyes.

Yamaguchi Kaede was a pretty woman, no one could deny. She wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't anything to sneeze at either. She had long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, black voids as eyes and pale skin. Her body was supple and lithe, long legs and small waist.

She reached into my drawer and pulled out a pair of briefs and pulled it up my legs, covering the one thing she couldn't deal with about her son.

I looked off to the side, scanning my room in boredom.

My mother, Kaede, while she was nice on the outside, she was a bit of a mess on the inside.

She herself, had admitted that she couldn't function without a man in her life, and with the sudden removal of her husband, she moved to her daughter who, under the demands of her disappointed father, had taken the guise of a son.

She became obsessed with turning me into the perfect son, and I let her. She was already at her wits end, whatever kept her grounded and functioning, even if it was crossdressing, I would do it. For my mother, I'd lie.

I was taught masculine Japanese, she would laugh and give me a light smack if I used feminine, I was given boys clothes and shounen manga.

It wasn't hard, fun, to an extent, actually.

The only I foresaw was the education system, and their take on the situation.

Oh well, we'll deal with that hurdle when we reach it.

"Oh Daiki-kun, you're going to be so handsome when you grow up. Just like your father, tall and handsome."

I gave her a smile, wondering if what I was doing was the right thing.

She wrapped my in her arms, burying her face in my hair.

"My little boy. My son. Boy. Only boy."

I really wonder.


"Oomph! Damn, that was a heavy one." I muttered as I dropped another 50kg bag of flour, sneezing as the powder got up my nose.

"Kaa-san! I'm done with the flour! Anything else!?" I called from the store room, patting my hands off on the back of my pants.

"No, you can go shower now! Thank you, my strong little man!"

I took off my apron and hung it up and I ran up the stairs to the living space, glancing at the clock as I did.

I had been two years since my father's disappearance, and things have been moving smoothly. People have mostly forgotten the scene of a little boy throwing out his father in the middle of rush hour, last minute shopping and have started to treat them the same as before.

"Ah! I only have fifteen minutes! Kaa-san!" I yelled, yanking my work clothes off and turning on the cold water.

Almost as soon as I had been completely covered in water, I got out, toothbrush hanging from my mouth. Drying myself off quickly, I pulled on my Namimori Elementary boy's uniform, stumbling down the stairs.

I sat on the bottom step, pulling on my little socks as I called for my lunc-bento box, sorry.

I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the green, frog shaped bento box, stuffing it into my bag as I thanked mother.

"I'm off! Bye kaa-san!" I called as I ran out the door, shoes on my feet and bag on back.

I ran out of the bakery, waving to the butcher and his wife across the street as I did. I ran out of the shopping district and entered the residential, passing uniform houses as I did.

"EXTREEEEMEEEE!"

"Quickly Sasagawa-kun! Speed is key!" I yelled over my shoulder as I glanced at my watch.

The sun guardian caught up with me as we turned the corner, the gates of the elementary school coming into view.

"5! 4! 3! 2!" The teacher called to us, standing at the gate with a smile, used to our antics.

I dropped to the floor and slid through the gate as she closed it, ending the countdown.

"Safe!" I yelled, slumping.

"Aw man! This is so UNEXTREME!"

I turned and let out a laugh, looking at Ryohei through the bars as he pouted, glaring up at the teacher.

"C'mon sensei, let him in, please?" I asked, tugging her sleeve.

She sighed before opening the gate a fraction, letting him shuffle in sideways, looking down at him with a laugh.

"You owe me, Sasagawa-kun." I teased as we traded our outdoor shoes for indoor ones.

"How 'bout you call me Ryohei-kun then!?" He yelled/asked in a way only Ryohei could.

I blinked before uttering, "Really?"

"TO THE EXTREME!"

I rubbed my ear as it rung slightly, looking at the pale-haired boy with one open eye.

"Okay then, Ryohei-kun, but tone it down a bit?" I mumbled, pushing his face away from me.

"You two!"

We jumped and turned sharply, to see the principle glaring at us from down the hall.

"Class has started already! Get going!"

"Yes, sensei!" We yelped, taking off.

That principle never did like us, no matter how good my results were.


"Yamaguchi-san, another A, well done."

I looked up from my book, to the teacher, and thanked her as I took the math test back, scanning it over. I finally nodded to myself, happy with my 100% on the pop quiz. I was a legal adult in mind, I would have been disappointed in myself if I had got any less.

We were enjoying free time, the teacher using this time to hand out our pop quizzes. The sound of children playing with Lego and blocks, barely distracting me from my thick biology book.

"EEEEEXTREEEEMEEEE!"

The class jumped at the sudden scream, snapping to look at the sleeping Ryohei next to me. I rolled my eyes, and gave him a sharp elbow to the ribs.

He gave a squeal and sat up, glaring at me with annoyance. He pouted as he rubbed his side, asking me why I had attacked him in such an 'unextreme' way.

"You were sleep extreme-ing. Again." I stated, taking off my reading glasses.

I blinked and rubbed my eyes, knowing they shouldn't be like at this age, I had read too much. Ryohei looked at me, head in his arms, a lazy grin on his face.

"Of course, I'm just so EXTREME! Even in my sleep!"

"Sasagawa-san, please stop shouting."

I snorted as he shrunk under the teacher's stare, flushing slightly.

"Don't laugh at me, Daiki-kun!" He whined, pouting for the fifth time that day.

"Hmm." I hummed, putting my glasses back on and going back to revising the process of mitosis.

RIIIING!

I closed my book and shoved it into my bag, grabbing my bento box before walking out of the classroom, Ryohei following close behind.

He went to the canteen, grabbed a milk carton and we walked to the playground. I stayed off to the side, sitting under the shade of a tree as Ryohei went and greeted some of his other friends.

I ate my bento box, holding my chop sticks correctly, compared to how I did back in my other life. I blinked as Ryohei thumped down next to me, making me raise an eyebrow as he leaned against me, looking prepared to sleep.

"Ryohei-kun, when did you last sleep - properly?" I asked, noticing the bags under his eyes.

"Um…"

I sighed and shoved a sausage into my mouth before closing the lid, putting it off to the side. I shifted and let him fall into my lap, covering his little body with my jacket.

"Sleep now, then. So you are capable of concentrating in class." I said, leaning against the tree.

"Noooooo, I wanna plaaaay!"

I grabbed him as he tried to slink away, and slammed him back into my lap, his body giving little resistance.

"Ryohei-kun, our bodies need rest to grow and recover. Sleep. Now."

He grunted, crossing his arms as he did, before a grin split his face.

"Fine, but you have to do that."

I straightened and frowned, not at all happy about his request.

"No Ryohei, that was once, and we were at my house, not in public."

"Then I'll go and play, to the EXTREME!"

"Fine! Fine, I'll do…that." I grumbled, huffing as he dropped back down.

I mumbled to myself, gently prodding his head.

"Well Daiki-kun, I'm EXTREMELY ready."

I sighed, deciding to just get it over with and do it. I moved and began trailing my nails through his hair, the way my first mother did, and began quietly singing in English. He couldn't understand it, but seemed to enjoy it anyway.

"Dear Theodosia, what to say to you?

You have my eyes. You have your mother's name

When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart

I'm dedicating every day to you

Domestic life was never quite my style

When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart

And I thought I was so smart.

You will come of age with our young nation

We'll bleed and fight for you, we'll make it right for you

If we lay a strong enough foundation

We'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you

And you'll blow us all away…

Someday, someday

Yeah, you'll blow us all away

Someday, someday."

I paused when a teacher walked past, she didn't seem to notice and kept walking. Ryohei gave an annoyed grunt, shifting slightly.

"Oh Philip, when you smile I am undone

My son

Look at my son. Pride is not the word I'm looking for

There is so much more inside me now

Oh Philip, you outshine the morning sun

My son

When you smile, I fall apart

And I thought I was so smart

My father wasn't around

My father wasn't around

I swear that

I'll be around for you.

I'll do whatever it takes

I'll make a million mistakes

I'll make the world safe and sound for you

Will come of age with our young nation.

We'll bleed and fight for you, we'll make it right for you

If we lay a strong enough foundation

We'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you

And you'll blow us all away...

Someday, someday

Yeah, you'll blow us all away

Someday, someday…"

I sighed as I felt Ryohei's breath slow to a steady deep, showing he was asleep, finally.

In my past life, I had an acceptable voice, nothing outstanding. This body had a slightly better one, with training it could draw attention, but nothing ground breaking.

"The things I do for you, Ryohei-kun, honestly…"