I have gotten most the chapters written for this story, so I plan to update it every week at the least. Please review, and give me any edvice possible. I'd appreciate it more than you ever know. Hope you give it at least three chapters (mind you I don't dictate your fanfiction life). Bite of the Mafia does not contain pure humor, but Melaine has a ridicules quality about her that may entertain you.
Disclaimer: I don't own khr, I'm not that awsome.
Freshly cut lawn. Mourning dew. Pollution.
The smells of Namimori, Japan flowed around the house. Just like most houses it has a green lawn and stone gates. It was positioned on the edge of the suburban area, close to the schools. The architecture of the house was a simple one story with two three rooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, living room, and a large backyard. A fairly small house compared to the two stories it was surrounded by, but it possessed all the space that a single resident would need.
Entering her new house, she carefully examined the furniture and noticed their antiquity. She suspected they came with the house, and it was so. The sellers had been given a generous offer for the house and everything in it, so Melaine, the new resident, didn't have to go through the trouble of furnishing the house. Instead all she had to do was just live in the house for a few months.
"How should I preoccupy my time here?" Her tone was slightly plaintive.
The man who had accompanied her to the house suggested dominoes. It was a joke to avoid hearing any of her complaints. She rolled her blue eyes and turned away from him, pretending to give the cold shoulder. The man flouted her with a snort—after all these years she would never abandoned him.
"Where do you want the box?" He asked carrying the cumbersome box. It contained clothes and money—nothing else.
Wandering into the kitchen, she answered, "The back room."
He placed it down in said room and even bothered to open the box, unpacking for her. However, he stopped after hearing a knock on the door. Melaine told him not to answer it, they might go away. Ed regretted to inform her that the neighbors had been watching as they got out of his car and walked in the house. She was aware of this, but still denied getting the door.
"Come on," Ed begged. "I can barely speak Japanese. You're fluent in it!"
What he said was true, at that moment they were currently speaking German due to the fact it was Ed's primary language and the easiest for him to speak. Melaine had all the time in the world to learn different languages, and mastered Japanese before even entering Japan.
"Fine, but if they try befriend us, I'm slamming the door shut."
Ed grinned at her in appreciation. "Don't worry; they probably just want gossip on the new neighbor."
"We can only hope so."
Melaine opened the door and Ed appeared by her side for moral support. With a false but dazzling pageant girl smile, the new neighbor greeted the man and wife at the door. The Japanese couple was in their late thirties and had a small cake in their hands—Ed could instantly tell it was chocolate despite the white icing. The married couple greeted them back and offered the pastry. Melaine accepted it with graciousness, or at least, that's how it appeared.
"We hope you two enjoy the cake and the new neighborhood."
Melaine replied, "Unfortunately, My friend isn't staying long he only came help me settle in."
The wife said, "What a nice young man!" Her eyes were greedy for information. "Are you staying here by yourself?"
Melaine responded cheerily. "No, it's just me and my unborn child."
The couple's faces looked surprise (teenage pregnancy?), Ed's face looked confused, and Melaine's face looked happy.
Good bye!" she said and then promptly shut the door in their faces.
There was silence.
The silence ended when the whispering from outside the door began and both parties wandering away from the door. The neighbors now had something to talk about and were off the spread the juicy information. They would probably say it was Ed's child just because he was close in age to her and had stood there the whole time with a blank face. It couldn't be helped though; they were all talking too fast for him to understand.
When Ed asked about the conversation Melaine gave a shrug and the vague answer of them greeting her. The new resident plopped herself on the couch ignoring the look the blonde male gave. Ed knew there was more to the story but doubted it was worth prodding into. Instead he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and began to gulp it down. They entered a comfortable quiet, where neither of them said anything and just laid down on the couch.
While resting on the long couch, he could guess what they looked like to that Japanese couple; a young couple that had come from some foreign land together and was eager to start a new life. Ed couldn't help but mentally comment on how this was inaccurate. Melaine was technically French from what he knew, and he was German. They weren't even from the same country, although the married folks had reason for their mistake since they both had light blonde hair and white features.
While in a comfortable position, Ed pondered over the minor details of life while Melaine pondered over the bigger issues of life.
Eventually, both of them feel asleep. They had a custom of doing that, of lying down in the same room and taking a nap. Napping together was a proclivity that they naturally feel into, both of them liked to sleep, and neither of them minded if a person was in the same room they did it. Birds of a feather flock together.
After a nice long two-hour nap, in which all the weariness the friends contained was poured out of them, Ed woke up. His phone had vibrated; it was the alarm telling him to head for the airport soon. Quietly, Ed made a stealthy walk across the room to grab his stuff.
Melaine remained on the couch with her closed eyes.
Scooping up his wallet and keys, he placed them in his pocket and then headed for the door.
Still, Melaine appeared to be passed out on the couch.
Ed grasped the door's handle tightly and began to pull.
"Sneaking out after we slept together? How cold~." Melaine teased.
Ed turned around and saw his friend sitting up and watching him with a hidden expression. Her eyes were ablaze with a light blue that had a silver glint in them. That's one thing Ed would always coin her on; having blue eyes with a silver slash in the out/downward corners of her eyes. He thought it was creepy.
Ed scratched the side of his face. "I didn't want to wake you. Sorry."
"The vibration from your pants woke me."
Ed's faced got a little hot. He was a modest guy.
"Stop saying stupid stuff!"
She giggled at him and then waved before lying back down. Ed was her favorite person in the world most of the time; he was the only person she genuinely, completely liked.
"Good bye, Ayumu Hoshiko." Ed joked.
He opened the door but then paused before leaving. "I don't know how you created such a name."
She didn't give him a response but he wasn't looking for one either. As Ed left, Melaine remembered the name 'Ayumu Hoshiko.'
The idea of snapping her neck appeared delightful but she didn't do it, this way raised less suspicions. A coroner would write down suicide instead of homicide.
With a loud sigh, the Melaine plopped herself down to the unconscious blonde. She snapped opened up a cell-phone and presses ten digits. The small numbers lit up as she pressed them. There were two rings and then an answer.
The voice spoke immediately, "Is the job done?"
"She has consumed the right number of pills; it should be a good hour before Miss Ayumu's death."
The other line buzzed a bit before responding. "The drive to the Northern region will take much longer than that. I'm coming in to get her."
"Good. Come back before the family gets home and realized their daughter is missing. I'd suggest speeding."
The door opened up and revealed a teenager with raven black hair shutting her phone. There was a glance at the girl, lying in her pink room, tricked into dying. "I'll be back before they get home tomorrow. The family won't know anything."
Melaine frowned; Ed would be upset if he found out what she did. Oh well, when life gives you lemon you make lemonade. And that what Melaine did. Life gave her a dead ringer and she made a false identity.
2 ½ months later…
The room was cold and completely white; she couldn't stand the smell of sickness and blood. So much blood it was tempting to go make sure that they were alright. However, she was slightly turned off by how similar to an asylum this place looked like.
Why is it that hospitals have a tendency to look the same as an institution?
Melaine refocused her attention to Dr. Sato, who although had proven helpful, the temptation to tease her was ever so sweet. With a willow figure and innocent brown eyes, she looked very cute for a doctor of thirty-two.
Melaine sat on the examining table, observing little things in the room. There was nothing unusual, nothing interesting. She was there for her monthly check-up, which shortly would turn into a twice a month check-up. Melaine smirked at her doctor; she took this whole thing so seriously—pathetic.
(Sigh)
With a dramatic roll of her neck, light blonde hair fell behind her shoulders. Listening to the doctor talk was almost as dreadfully boring as hearing a teacher talk—one reason why Melaine would never play school.
"Understood." Melaine replied to something Dr. Sato said.
There was a smile from the medical professional, indicating Melaine had given the right answer.
The lecture went on again; it was an incessant murmur of drivel to the patient's ears. Melaine glanced over to a piece of shiny metal that had glinted from the sunlight, what she saw was her own gaze—more specifically, her eyes. They are a translucent blue with a silver slash at the outside corners of each of them.
Kana (the doctor) seemed to go on and on about the youthful blonde's health. Everything was perfectly fine, but she had to be careful with her body and other such nonsense. The girl nodded at all the right times and put on a display of emotions to go along with Kana's speech. After a few minutes, Dr. Sato had finished promptly and gave herself an accomplished nod at how amazing her communication skills were; it's all too easy to convince someone of their own superiority.
"Good bye Melaine!" Kana unnecessary shouted before the said patient shut the door.
Glad to be out of Dr. Sato's office and in a hurry, she carelessly let someone knock into her. Melaine heard the young boy shout "Sorry" but he didn't stop running; his thoughts were full of worries for some kid name Gokudera. Gazing at the back of his head and seeing spikey brown hair, Melaine couldn't help but feel as if she's had seen him before in past life.
Pulling her thoughts from the boy, she kept walking— all too aware of a clandestine presence that had suddenly appeared. With a slight shock she realized it was an Arcobaleno. What in hell's name was one of them doing here?
Carelessly sauntering out of the hospital, she tried not to embrace the thrill of excitement she got. Everything Melaine worked for could be ruined; she might be in more danger, and could destroy her closest ones credibility and trust. Everything was in such a fragile position now, only a slight push and it would all come shattering down. Just one little push…
A phone vibrated in her pocket. It was from Karin, a warning to get control of myself.
She enjoyed the rest of the day immensely more than she should have. Melaine couldn't help but have a grin on her face; Nanimori had more danger then she had been lead on to believe:
This might just be the perfect place for her to stay after all.
The next day was spent on the computer looking over her false information. They had already arranged for her fake parents to have their memories slightly modified so that they could send her to Nanimori. It wasn't the easiest task finding someone who was her age and had an exact likeness of her. In fact, it was impossible.
So Karin had to personally tweak the memory of any intimate family members. They would only have pictures of their real daughter so no one outside would question it. There were only small differences between Ayumu and Melaine, so it would be a few months before anyone got suspicious. That was all the time Melaine needed to use the name.
She could have just hid in a safe house, but the idea of being trapped that long was ridiculous—she had refused to let that happen to her. Melaine didn't care what the circumstances were. Ed was pretty insistent on it, but Karin intervened by commenting on how she would just hinder their plan on purpose then. Of course, he called Melaine twisted again.
She was going over it so many times, and it was truly flawless. As if she was this Ayumu Hoshiko, a fifteen year old girl that enjoyed ice skating, popsicles, and Algebra—not the girl who killed her. Melaine let the thought echo in her head for a while; she would not be introducing herself with that name.
"A few of these and the pain shall be numbed for a while." She told her while spilling a few of the small medicines in her hand. The sobbing teenager had been taking quite few of them before this and just as she said, they always did the trick.
She took a deep sigh and laid her head on the desk. Melaine was bored enough to begin traveling down memory lane. Her thoughts started to wander to him. He was never afraid of her, but then again he was never afraid of anything. He could be such an idiot at times. 'It is entirely his fault that I—'
Her heart almost skipped a beat. She felt some kind of small energy. Such a calm and tranquil energy, it was so pure she wanted it for herself. The effect would not be so strong on her, if she hadn't been taken by surprise. After a moment Melaine got a hold of herself and then went straight for the energy. The energy wasn't big or strong, but it was so pure.
As she entered some place called 'Kokuyo Land', her attention was broken by the strong scent of blood. It was smeared everywhere, and it was apparent that the person who did this had dazzling potential or strength, her curiosity was increased dramatically.
Melaine wandered into the forest part of Kokuyo land so that no one would see her. These people obviously aren't from the normal variety; one might be able to recognize her.
She could feel a clashing of power from inside the building, but remained outside. She could sense the presence of people coming, and like predicted people did come. She recognized them as Vongola medics by the Vongola crest they wore and the medical equipment they had on.
As they entered the building, the fighting seemed to stop. Melaine wasn't sure of what had just taken place, but her curiosity was alive as she watched teenagers getting carted out in stretchers. She recognized the boy that ran into her at the hospital as well. He was walking out of the building with the Arcobaleno and then suddenly kneeled over.
Listening in on the conversation of the Vongola medics, she learned that his name was Tsunayoshi Sawada, and was the tenth generation Vongola Boss Candidate.
Melaine smiled; this would be the perfect place for her to stay after all.