A/N: disclaimer: the characters from Katekyo Hitman Reborn belong to Akira Amano. Sara is my O/C. so I noticed how there isn't much out on this Anime/ Manga and decided I'd have some fun stretching my brains! Enjoy and remember Positive criticism is always welcome.

CHAPTER ONE

She sat quietly in her room staring out at the rain as it poured beyond her giant window. The delicate streams of water reflecting on her skin like all the unshed tears she vowed never to cry. From outside Takeshi looked up at the girl and sighed. The rain guardian had never seen such beautiful sadness in all his life. She looked up at the bubbling grey clouds remembering how her mother would sit with her tiny form in her lap as ill as she was, telling her of how the rain came when the angels cried. Her music she listened too emphasized her deep sadness as she sat like a doll in the window seat of her room.

Her father was of the Millefiore so it caused a large rift in her family when the Vongola, her mother's family accepted her. However the Millefiore where the ones who truly sought her for her wealth, her mother's estate was where her family had once resided. On her death bed she bequeathed Sara as the rectory of the large estate which sent her father into a mindless rage. Her mother was from the Vongola but had opted to leave the life of the mafia and live peacefully even though she loved her large family very dearly. Tsuna was a dear cousin of hers and had made it his duty to take Sara in under his wing, after the death of her mother. Sara's estate had become her private retreat for when she got tired of been in the head quarters with Tsuna.

Over the years Takeshi had grown a soft spot towards Sara but much to the mild and hidden disdain of the members she rarely interacted with any of them, her smiles were rarer than her words spoken as she would usually be found in her room lost in her music, writing or staring out her window at the pouring rain. She was the full description of what one called a recluse. But Tsuna knew why she had become that way. He remembered as children how she was always seen with a wide smile on her face. Looking back at the elegant portraits on the walls of the young noble Lady it was hard to picture her smiling now.

He looked out of the large windows that lined the long corridor noticing Takeshi standing in the rain, staring up at his cousin's patio. He couldn't help the small sigh that had escaped him. She had so many possible suitors yet she refused stubbornly to even consider them. It worried him too that the Millefiore were after her.

Silently Sara rose from her seat and opened her patio door, unaware that she was been watched as she stepped out into the ice cold rain. Her music floated around her softly as she stood holding herself, staring out over the terraced gardens. The rain ran down her cheeks like hundreds of tears when something warm joined the ice cold drops.

Takeshi watched intently as pale, slender fingers touched a soft pink, cold kissed cheek. He noticed as she slumped down onto her knees on the wet patio, her knee length black dress soaked and clinging to her slender form as a shudder tore through her. In her hands she clutched the locket she always wore, holding it just above her heart as she cried up to the dark sky above her. Her long snowy hair clung to her features making them more pronounced as she sat alone in the rain and cried. He couldn't stand seeing her like that, cold, alone and broken.

He looked down as he slowly mounted the steps to where her form sat, tears streaking her frost bitten cheeks. Without a word exchanged he picked up her weary form and took her inside knowing she would most definitely catch a cold from been in the rain for so long. He placed her down and closed her patio door, bowing in respect before her left her alone again.

She dropped down on her bed in her wet clothing clutching to a pillow as she wept herself to sleep.

The warm morning sun was the first to wake her from her sleep as she rose and went to her bathroom. Sara sighed feeling numb, yet the pain she felt in her heart never stilled as she sank away into the hot water. Her heart ached as the unwanted tears threatened to spill. She was still unsure about Takeshi seen her in the state she was in the previous night, but she was grateful that the rain guardian didn't ask any questions. She trusted that he would keep it secret and in so sighed wearily again as she climbed out.

Opening her closet she pulled out another knee length black dress with elbow length sleeve and a slightly fuller skirt piece, made so with many layers of ivory tulle. The top of the skirt if her dress was made up of small layers of black lace cascading slightly over each other, she brushed out her long snowy locks and pulled on a pair of thigh length black heeled boots which disappeared under her dress as she laced them up. She looked one last time in her full length mirror before leaving the comfort of her room to walk through the head quarters. Beyond the window, the sun shone brilliantly lapping its golden glow over the dew dropped petals of the rose bushes below.

Slowly walking down the marble steps she walked out of the main entrance door into the garden, ignoring the fact that she was been watched intensely by more than one set of eyes. She walked to her favorite grove of trees near the grand fountain as she settled on the old bench beneath them with a book.

Tsuna looked up at all the men who stared at her and sighed. She was a fleeting beauty just as her mother had been. They decided it safest if she remained on her own in the garden as the Varia had decided to grace the head quarters with their presence and the last thing that Tsuna wanted was for any of them to lay eyes on his dear cousin as they would most likely scare the poor lady. Also most of the men were well aware of the small fact that Sara was the holder of a rare ring. The moon ring, which made the silent woman the guardian of the moon, it was something that was slightly understandable by the other members when they looked at her personality. She held the hardest truths and the deepest secrets and her ring was one of them.

The ring could be found on the ring finger of her right hand with its stone that glowed just as the moon did with pale silver light. She glanced down at it then touched the locket she held so dear to her.

Squalo was the first member of the Varia to see Sara sitting quietly beneath the trees. "VOOOOOOOI! So who is the eerie looking woman beneath the trees outside?" he asked a little too loudly for Tsuna's liking.

He looked out over the garden to the eerie figure of Sara and sighed knowing he'd have to answer or they would go up to her and he didn't need that. "That is Sara, she is my cousin." He spoke looking at Squalo who watched as the young woman with hair as white as his own started gliding towards the steps of the patio that joined the door of the lounge they were in. Tsuna noticed this and groaned inwardly casting Takeshi and the others a worried glance. When her figure ghosted up the stairs and stood in the door way looking at the room full of men.

"Who are these people?" she asked quietly as pale blue eyes narrowed on the form of each stranger before resting on Tsuna, expecting an answer from him. Most of the Vongola present in the room had been shocked into silence at the sound of her voice. She looked at Squalo, her face expressionless as her gaze moved to Xanxus. Yet Tsuna still left her question unanswered as she moved into the room losing the door behind her. Takeshi couldn't take his eyes off her as she stood, her sad eyes demanding an answer from her cousin.

"These are the Varia." Another voice rang through the silence. Tsuna turned along with all the others to face the one who had spoken up. It was Hibari who had done the honors. He growled and turned his back on all the others in the room looking out the window. Sara walked across the room and took a seat between Gokudera and Takeshi, Reborn hopped on her lap silently as she sat holding the small infant. It was a relief to some of the members that she was fond of the infant even though she never spoke or smiled much.