A/N This is my first fanfiction so if it's bad I'm sorry.

"This is Italian"

"This is Japanese."

"Thoughts."

Disclaimer :I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

~Chapter 1~

Died…?

I touched my throat. It was wet and it seems the liquid is still flowing out without stopping. There's a big and deep cut. I looked at my hands. My hands are covered in crimson red liquid. It took me a while to process what it is.

Blood.

I then looked up at the two blurred figure standing in front of me. I can't really hear or see them. Excessive blood lost huh? It hurts, yet I feel relieved. Relieved that I'll finally leave such a sickening, and horrible life. I closed my eyes and smiled slightly. Tears cascaded down my cheeks, mixing with the blood. I bid my good byes to this world before fully losing consciousness.

My throat got slit by my sister, well to be precise, it's my stepsister. It wasn't on purpose, it's just an accident. But I know she doesn't regret it. She might actually be celebrating happily that I'm finally dying since to her, I'm always an eyesore

I have, wait, I died, so it's HAD a stepmother and sister, they hate me a lot, and my father despises me. Because I'm not related to him by blood.

I was born from my blood-related mother and another man. That's why my father despises me, but he still took care of my basic necessities. Who knows why he did so. My stepmother orders me around every day, I don't mind, it isn't that hard, just housework. But, my stepsister, she bullied me every single day. Not even for a day did she leave me alone.

"This suits you better, you annoying shit!" Liz said.

"..." I said nothing as I see my long brown hair got cut into a very short, tomboyish hairstyle.

My stepsister hates me because I get good grades at school and my good looks.

My life is hard, I never felt happiness, no one cared about me, I'm always alone. I only feel happy when I watch anime and read mangas, especially my favourite anime, 'Katekyo Hitman Reborn!'.

One day while my father went out, my stepsister and stepmother was bored and decided to 'play' with me. They took out a knife and started cutting me all over. It hurts. They look really happy and content every time my agonizing screams are heard. But while they're snatching the knife, and arguing on who gets to cut me next, the knife flew out and slit my throat, blood started flowing out. Both of them panicked but calmed down after awhile. I heard them talk,

"Let's tell your father she committed suicide." My stepmother said to Liz.

"Yes, then we won't need to see her annoying face again." Liz replied and giggled.

And they left me to death. My vision blurred because of the excessive blood loss. I fainted and died. But before I close my eyes, I can see them looking at me, grinning, as if waiting for my death.

I opened my eyes. Blinking non-stop, I saw four men wearing lab coats looking at me, I realize I'm lying down on a bed. They are discussing something with a very serious look but I can't seem to understand their language.

But wait, why am I here? I thought I died?

I tried to look around but before I was able to talk a good look at my surroundings, they picked up syringes and tried to inject it in me. I tried to struggle but the other three men are holding me down. I don't have enough strength to fight back the strength of three grown up injected me with the syringe and I feel dizzy.

Everything went blur and I fainted AGAIN.

"Lucia , come here, where do you want to be cut next?" Liz said to me with a grin plastered on her face.

She step closer and closer holding the knife.

No, NO , go away, don't come any closer.

"No!" I sat up, panting and gasping, it was a dream , just a dream. Thank goodness...

"Ehi, stai bene?" a voice rang.

"S-sorry, I can't understand you." I replied , still panting. But I forgot that if I can't understand him neither will he understand me.

"Oh, you speak Japanese. I said 'Hey, are you okay' just now." He said again. Surprisingly, he understood me. I assume he's a he, since it's a boy's voice.

"Oh, y-yes, I'm okay." I replied , finally calming down.

I look around, I'm in a cell. It's divided into 2 spaces. I look over the direction where the voice rang just now. My eyes widen. I saw a boy, aged around 5, has blue short hair, his left eye is red and his right eye is blue. He's wearing a plain white T-shirt, short pants, and no shoes, I realized, I am too.

Mukuro? From Katekyo Hitman Reborn? My favourite anime. Why? Does that mean I'm in KHR? But that isn't possible...

"What's your name? I'm Rokudo Mukuro." He said , cutting through my thoughts.

"My name is Lucia." I replied his question calmly but still feeling confused and flustered inside.

"Well, nice to meet you, Lucia." He smiled slightly at me.

"Nice to meet you too, um…can you tell me where this is?" I asked.

Mukuro started explaining where this is. It seems I'm in Italy, at the Estraneo Famiglia's lab. I was transferred into this cell because the person who was here before me died because of the harsh experiments. There are experimenting children with weapons for wars. Mukuro are born into this family with Ken and Chikusa, they have been experimented for five years. He asked where I was from and I don't know why but I had the memories of getting kidnapped here.

*CLANG*

Suddenly the prison's door opened, two men pulled Mukuro and me out of the prison separately , I struggled but Mukuro didn't struggle at all, he said goodbye to me calmly.

"Bye Lucia, see you later."

Sigh, getting experimented every day is so painful. They experimented my legs, injecting stuffs and performing surgeries on it. And sometimes loud agonizing screams are heard from the outside of my cell as well. It's pretty depressing if you ask me.

I am here for about 3 months already, I got used to the life here, getting experimented every day, talking with Mukuro in the cell. He also taught me some basic Italian.

"How is it today?"

"Just like usual, but this time-"

At least I get to talk to Mukuro every time they left us to rest in the cell. We talked about lots of stuff and slowly got closer. Though normally when we talk, Mukuro's eyes was always closed. He said it was because they experimented his eyes. It was too painful to open it.

And I guess I get to be in KHR and go through the storyline. I'm excited. Can't wait for it.

There's one time when I collapsed because of the side effects of the chemicals they used on me, I was brought back into the cell. They just drop me down at the floor without caring that I'm coughing out blood and having a very high fever. "Are you okay, Lucia?" Mukuro came to my side and asked.

"I'm f-fine, just l-let me rest..." I said in a small and meek voice as Mukuro helped me get up.

"No you're not fine, you are heating up and you are even coughing out blood!" He said, his expression changing slightly.

He's angry?

He turned and run towards the cell's door and shouted something in Italian after helping me to my bed. I think it's something like,

"Hey! My cellmate is coughing out blood! She's in a bad condition, hurry up and treat her!"

The guards ignored Mukuro.

"HEY!" He grabbed on the cell bars tightly and shouted.

"Who cares about that trash, if she dies , we will just list her as one of the failed experiment. We can replace her anyway." The guard said as he took another sip of his beer.

They ignored Mukuro after they said that, "It's fine , M-Mukuro, I will be fine later." I said with a painful expression.

Mukuro came back and looked at me with a worried expression but was replaced by an angry expression.

"I definitely won't forgive them, I will get us out of here soon...Definitely. Trust me Lucia..."

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Yeah, I know, you're going to break out of here soon. I smiled, Having someone who cares for you is nice. It's a warm feeling. A feeling I have never felt in life. No one cared about me when I was alive back then.

Maybe dying isn't such a bad thing after all.

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*Edit on 29/12/14* Nothing changed, just corrected some grammar mistakes and such.