I am so sorry, readers of Sparkles Are Scary! This plot bunny would not go away! (Sorry about overall incorrect information about everything...) If you are a new reader, then join us on this tale of... you know what? I'm just gonna start the story now... Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Umm, this is on a site for fanfiction, so no, I definitely do not own Katekyo Hitman: Reborn!

Warning(s): Death, (there is always gonna be cursing, just so you know), kinda gory, insanity, murder, and child abuse...

"JUST LET ME LIVE WITHOUT YOU RUINING SHIT BY ALWAYS FIGHTING YOU FUCKERS!" I screamed. It was the only way to make them when they were yelling at each other for another stupid, petty reason. "SHUT UP! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ADULT MATTERS! GO TO YOUR ROOM!" My psychotic mother told me. "BITCH, I KNOW ENOUGH TO 'UNDERSTAND' THAT THIS FAMILY IS HAS CRASHED AND BURNED! Y'ALL ARE EVEN FIGHTING ON MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!" Yep. My birthday. I would turn... 14?

Then the painful but tolerable physical fights once again began.

My 'father', threw a beer bottle at me. Oh. They were drunk. Makes sense. I dodged, having gotten used to this treatment. He apparently didn't like that very much. Then my 'mother' grabbed my arm and slapped me. Hard. My sister, Anna, just came home from getting a cake for me when she saw us fighting, and/or possibly trying to kill each other. Like the sane, normal person she was, she freaked the fuck out and called the police. As the selfless person she was, she got in front of a punch meant for me. After that, I saw red.

When I got out of my psychopathic stabby stab stab spree, I was at the end of the block with a pair of very bloody scissors over two mutilated corpses. Scissors are pretty. Their entrails were spread out all over the sidewalk and road with bits of flesh sticking up between blades of grass in the neighbors' yard. I was covered head to toe in my previously alive parents' blood. I laughed sounding insane and psychotic. My sister's car was gone, presumably to get away from me to escape with her life. I felt a twinge of pain that my own sister was afraid of me. Then again, I did brutally murder our parents and mutilate them, soooooo...

I heard sirens, signaling to me that the cops were gonna be here very soon. So I bolted. I definitely did not want to get shot. No. Fuck that shit. I hid under the bridge that my dearest sister of mine and I used to play under, when I slipped. Into the water. I swam up, but my shirt was caught on something. While I was struggling to get whatever it was caught on, the sharp object kept scrapping my stomach, which caused deep, jagged wounds that started bleeding out into the murky water. That, with my decreasing amount of oxygen, made me start to get lightheaded. As I left the world, my soul was filled with determination of wanting a better life. Then I was reborn.

Being reborn sucks if you have a twin popping out after you. So it's even worse if y'all are triplets, two of which whom already hate each other. We were all crying , have I mentioned that said triplets weren't supposed to have a crazy sister? Or that I know how at least one of their lives are gonna pan out and how the other is going to die? On top of that, them being characters from my favorite anime before in my past life? Yep. My new brothers were originally fiction. Can you guess their names?

Belphegor and Rasiel. The ones who legitimately tried to murder each other. How fitting. We all are either going to kill, or already have stained our hands with blood. The universe has, evidently, shown that is has a sense of humour.

They named Rasiel first, then Bel, then me. I was now Fora Defered(1). I also learned the secret eye color of Bel. It was a pretty cherry red. Rasiel was a deep, dark blue color. I didn't know mine yet, as sleep from babyness made hard to stay awake. Then came the dreaded mother's milk. Instead of eating while awake, I fell asleep as promised with my mouth automatically drinking.

Contrary to popular belief, I am not happy to be born as Rasiel and Belphegor's sister, considering the fact that Bel kills his whole family. I also have the weird moon birthmark on my stomach. Think of the moon on Sailor Moon's head and that was imprinted on me forever. Wooh. Great. I decided that Belphegor and I shall be best friends cause he is way less annoying in the future and would maybe not kill me along with our most definently dead relatives. Except for Rasiel. He somehow lives. Fucker.

Maybe my main weapon should be scissors? To pay a tribute to the life I once lived. And the parents that I once killed. Nah, not for them. Those fuckers can burn in hell for all I care.

When I woke up, I was in a crib with the objects hanging down. That also conveniently had a mirror. Dark red eyes. The classic blond, though really short, hair. One small streak of brown, as if in remembrance of the past. I guess the red eyes made and Bel look like monsters so they named us after demons. Joy.

Me waking up woke up my siblings as well. Then the synchronized crying began.

I think we pissed off the maid with our crying. When she walked in, she glared at us. Oh wait. She looks tired. Maybe we woke her up during the night. That sucks. For her. She failed to figure out what was wrong as we all smirked when she turned away. I think I might actually become attached to my brothers. Right now, they are fucking hilarious.

And done! Hopefully y'all like it. I was originally gonna have it be replacing Nana Sawada. Then I thought of a better story plot and I just really like Belphegor as a character in general. Don't worry readers of Sparkles Are Scary! I'm working on the next chapter!

1; I made up a last name cause there isn't one for them.