Of course the idea was much too fantastic for Haru to ever believe it. She of all people was a hopeful for becoming the next boss of a Caelus famiglia? Unreal. Unthinkable. She was Haru Miura – ditzy bubbly Haru – she couldn't possibly be the person they wanted, right? She wasn't even Italian!

And yet, these people, these strange Italian people, thought otherwise. They truly and dearly believed that she was their would-be Decimo of their long line of bosses. They believed that she was the daughter of their current boss, Stella Caelus.

But despite her many, many protests that her real mother was long dead – after all, her father refused to ever bring up any mention of her, leading Haru to believe the reason for it was that she had died ages ago – and that she had no blood relation to anyone who was remotely Italian, they assured her that they were in the right and she was mistaken.

And that, was why Haru Miura – adorable and eccentric Haru Miura – was currently in a massive mansion in Italy, and not back home in Japan with her friends and family.

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Chapter 1 –That Girl in Italy

The wheel of change moves on, and those who were down go up and those who were up go down.

~Jawaharlal Nehru.

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At first she thought she was being kidnapped. After all, three strange men dressed in black suits appeared in her bedroom and whisked off through the window and into a white van. If that didn't scream kidnap, well, nothing did.

She was placed in the back of the van, and surprisingly, they didn't tie her up. They just did her seat belt for her and left alone after that. Pretty dumb of them, if you asked her. She could have easily – ah the doors were locked from the outside. Okay, so they weren't that dumb, she'd give them that much.

"I can't believe I've resorted to doing this," one of her three captors, the one with curly, raven-colored hair and golden eyes, complained in Italian. As luck had it, Haru, who took the liberty of learning the language beforehand, understood him perfectly.

After all, she was going to marry Tsuna and he would be deeply involved with the Italian Mafia, so learning the language would do nothing but good for her. The next language she was planning on tackling was Chinese so she could communicate better with I-pin and help the little girl with her Japanese.

"Follow orders and don't complain, Corentin." another grumbled. He was the tall and scary-looking one who grabbed Haru once she was pushed out of her window by the curly-haired one. His grey eyes met briefly with brown ones in the rear-view before he looked away.

"Yeah, yeah," the one called Corentin said. He turned his head and faced Haru. "So," he said in Japanese. "How are you?"

Haru blinked, before glaring at him. "Why did you kidnap Haru?"

"What a vulgar assumption!" the one with shaggy brown hair, the driver, exclaimed. He glared at her through the rear-mirror. "We are not kidnapping you; we're simply escorting you to Italy without you really knowing about it!"

"That's…Gino, that's kidnap." Corentin deadpanned. "But we have a totally good reason for kidnapping you, though."

She raised a brow. "Oh?"

"Yeah," Corentin said. "You're going to be the new boss of our famiglia."

A smile appeared on Haru's face, and then, she laughed. She laughed so hard tears were brimming against her eyes and her stomach to hurt. "Haru?" she said between chortles. "Haru as boss of your famiglia?"

The three men exchanged glances as Haru laughed even harder.

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So it wasn't a joke. She was actually going to become the tenth boss of the Caelus famiglia. They were a relatively known and powerful family as families come and go. Like the Vongolas, they failed to fit the "big bad" trope that most Mafia families seemed to fit under.

However, unlike the Vongolas, they weren't vigilantes. They weren't totally good, but they weren't totally evil either. In fact, they were neutral when it came to most things and opted to play the Switzerland of the Mafia families.

And they wanted Haru to become their leader – their boss. Ridiculous. Haru wasn't fit to be someone like that! She…she wasn't Tsuna!

Tsuna. Her heart began to beat a bit faster at the thought of him. Her Tsuna. She wondered how he was doing, if he was alright. He always got into trouble, that boy. She hoped he, as well as the rest of their friends, were alright. She wondered if they were worried about her, too. She smiled slightly. They probably were! After all, she had disappeared without another word to Italy for what seemed to be two weeks now.

She resolved to call them the second she got the chance. But ah, these people weren't giving her much of a chance. She was going from place to place, house to house meeting all kinds of people who would be involved with her and her so called famiglia.

And now she was being sent here, in beautifully Sicily, Italy. She stood outside of a massive house – no, it looked more like a mansion than anything. On the lawn of the house stood a fountain with water shooting from its star-shaped center. The mansion itself was a magnificent sight – it was incongruously ornamented by the elaborate towers, spires, and steeply-pitched roofs.

She looked toward the three men who were inseparable from her during her trips to various parts of Italy – Gino, Piero, and Corentin, her once thought-to-be kidnappers. They would be apart of her famiglia, it seemed.

"So," Haru said to them. "Why are we just standing here?"

"We're waiting for the rest of the Guardians to arrive," Piero explained. Of the three, he was the tallest – and not as nearly scary as Haru first thought him to be. Haru managed to only reach his chest. He ran a hand through his fiery red hair. "It seems they're taking their sweet time, though."

"How vulgar of them." Gino sniffed. He was perhaps one of the prettiest guys Haru had ever seen with his shiny and perfectly shaggy dark brown hair, long lashes, olive skin, and grey eyes. He was also by far the shallowest and most self-absorbed person Haru had ever met.

Corentin yawned, scratching the back of his head. His curly hair seemed even curlier today, if possible. In terms of looks, he somewhat reminded Haru of an older and lankier version Lambo.

His golden eyes met with Haru's before she quickly looked away, opting to stare at her shoes. She could feel the smirk on his face; her cheeks burned in embarrassment. Of the three, he worried Haru the most. On several occasions he told her how much he disliked her and questioned how on earth she, of all people, could be their famiglia's boss.

"Ah, here they come!" Piero cried. Haru looked up and saw six figures emerging from the massive estate.

"Finally," Gino muttered, took Haru by the arm and pointed at a girl who looked very similar to Gino – in fact, the only difference was she had long hair and breasts. "That over there is my sister Gina."

Gina bowed. "It's an honor to meet you, Miura-sama."

"Hahi!" Haru waved her arms around widely. "There's no need for the –sama! Haru is just fine! Really!"

Gina cast a curious look at her before nodding. "Very well then, Haru-san."

Gino pointed at the petite girl with shocking pink hair next to Gina. "That's Mimi, I think you'll like her." he said. He moved his finger to the boy with dark blue hair next to Mimi. "That's Marcello, he doesn't say much. Do you, 'Cello?"

The boy called Marcello looked up Gino, but said nothing, almost acting as if he was trying to prove Gino's statement.

"See?" he said, and then pointed at a tall, dark-skinned boy. "That's Neiro; I think you'll like him, too."

Haru smiled to herself. The boy bore an easy smile, one on par to the kind of smile Yamamoto would wear on his face. Her smile fell. She was starting to really miss her friends.

"That's Hector," Gino continued, pointing at a small boy with light brown hair and glasses several sizes too big for him framing his face. He looked no older than ten. A weak smile graced his features. "Next to Hector is Fiammette."

"Hello," the girl with cropped rainbow-colored hair said. She spoke so softly Haru almost didn't hear her. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Haru-san."

Haru smiled. "Likewise, Fiammette-san."

"And finally, that over there is Felix," Gino finished, his finger resting on a boy with platinum blond hair. He looked up at her with light blue eyes that kind of looked dead to Haru.

"Greetings," he said.

Haru frowned. "Who is that?" she pointed at a seventh person, one she didn't see exit the mansion along with everyone else. All eyes were on the woman. She flashed them all a bright smile.

"I'm your mother, Stella," the woman said. She was sporting a black suit similar to the ones Gino, Corentin, and Piero were wearing. Squinting, Haru realized the woman looked familiar – in fact, she looked like Haru! Well, a Haru who was more mature and feminine-looking and one who had shorter hair.

"Welcome to the Caelus famiglia, sweetie."