Disclaimer: I own nothing... (sobs)
Warnings: contains OC so if you hate them, please don't read.
In Sicily, Italy...
A lone figure walked down the street. People paused to stare at, but he paid them no attention, instead focusing on a particular bar not far away.
The door opened, and the two shady looking men smoking froze. One had short blonde hair, the other gray, nearly white.
"Reborn...Called out by the old man again?" one asked, refusing to turn around and look at the figure.
"It must be tough being popular..." the other sighed before smirking. "Is it Rome this time? Venezia?" he couldn't help but ask.
The baby, strangely the one they were talking to didn't move at all. Even his lizard, which sat on top of his black hat was frozen. "It's Japan," the baby retorted.
The two men turned around in surprise.
"The Old Man finally decided?" The one with gray hair sighed, "Guess it wasn't the girl after all."
"This one will probably be a long journey..." the baby merely said.
Had Sawada Sora been born a guy, she would have been (hands down) immediately chosen as the tenth generation mafia boss for the Vongola family.
She had the skills, the intelligence,...everything a mafia leader needed except for one thing...
In any case, every mafia family has their own set of rules, whether they be well-known, or not well-known, whom Sora would kindly like to describe as crappy.
For her family, the Vongola family, their set of rules was what kept her from taking over the family as the next generation boss.
As a girl, the only natural thing for her to think of was that the whole Vongola system including all of the past bosses was sexist. It was easy to understand her feelings. She suffered through school with top grades, survived several assassination attempts, and even maintained her sanity through the training of her mentor, Reborn (whom she still found it odd that he was a baby), just to find out that she didn't qualify. Reborn even left her to travel to Japan, in the attempt to teach his next pupil, the REAL successor of the Vongola family.
Just to let you know, NO, Sora did not become emo after that. Finding life more than just slashing wrists, she remained calm and after some time, decided to do the next best thing: Help train the next Vongola successor with Reborn...train Sawada Tsunayoshi, the real 10th generation boss, her cousin...
"Hi, I'm Sawada Sora, your cousin," she chirped happily. She paused look down at the picture of Tsunayoshi just to confirm it really was him and looked up at her cousin again. Sora was unusually in a good mood that day. It was probably due to the immense amount of chocolate she had eaten earlier for chocolate tends to make her 'a bit hyperactive', but she preferred the reason be the fact that she had found the next Vongola boss so easily.
It only took a few bottles of tequila, a pair of boxing gloves, and a couple of 'suckers' to learn his whereabouts.
The future head of Vongola sort of resembled Sora. They had the same doe-like eyes though hers were blue, and the same color hair.
Being a normal middle school student, Tsuna acted as a normal student would do. "Woah, another weird one appeared," He breathed out as he took a step back from the crazy bishoujo who popped out of nowhere.
Today wasn't the best day. After all, Tsuna once again failed to get a passing grade on a recent test, and like always suffered through his tutor, Reborn, and his violent ways of teaching, particularly on how to be a mafia leader. Like any sane person, Tsuna prepared to turn and run. There was no way the girl could possibly make his day any worse. He would have succeeded too if it weren't for his tutor, who elbowed him in the ribs.
"Ack! Reborn,..." Tsuna chocked out as he grabbed his ribs in pain.
"Actually, Sora-chan is your cousin. She stayed in Italy since she was 5 so you probably don't remember her," Reborn retorted as he lifted his face to get a better look at the girl. She looked exactly the same as when he had left her: two ears, two eyes, one nose, one mouth.
Sora grinned at Reborn. "Reborn!," she spread out her arms and ran towards him, tears of glee streaming down her cheeks, "I missed yo-"
The baby jumped up to smack her on the head, "You ran away from home, didn't you?"
Pause...no answer...
"I'll call someone to come pick you up," Reborn sighed and pressed some buttons onto his cellphone. As if waiting for a message, a black car suddenly stopped in front of them and four shady-looking men stepped out to take the girl back.
"Wha?! No, REBORN!!! I'm not here to kill him anymore. I got over that a long time ago!" Tsuna's eyes widened as he silently gulped, relieved for once that he was under Reborn's protection.
With immense effort, the burly men managed to throw Sora into the car and quickly drove off before she had a chance to fight back. Believe me; she wasn't called the 'Terror of Death' in her old school for nothing.
"Well, shall we go home now? I believe maman made hamburgers for dinner," the baby simply said, turning the direction towards Tsuna's house.
"err...yeah," Tsuna managed to choke out awkwardly. At least the girl in the car wouldn't be coming back for a while; Sora, was that her name?
Said car suddenly sped back on full speed, narrowly missing Tsuna and Reborn. Seriously, the driver should try out for racecar driving; he was that fast.
But the car didn't stop. Instead, it crashed into a nearby telephone pole. sigh,...it was such a nice car too...such a waste...
"What the-"
The door suddenly flew off the car, landing a good ten feet away, as Sora stepped out. The four men unfortunate enough to try to bring her back to Italy, were in a pile, unconscious. Their injuries will not be mentioned as this story is rated T and the author will try not to fuck this up...crap...I guess this means this story will be rated M then...
A purple aura was emitting from her body. "R-reborn," Tsuna stammered in panic. The girl looked at said baby, a menacing look in her face.
As a candiate for the future mafia boss, Sawada Tsuna had some scary experiences, like when Hayato Gokudera (a.k.a. Smokin' Bomb Hayato) transferred to his school, or when he first met Dino and his gigantic snapping turtle. But the fear he felt back then was nothing compared to the fear he felt now. At that moment, the Cowardly Lion seemed like the Terminator compared to Tsuna.
"PLEASE DON'T SEND ME BACK!!!" All traces of evilness from her disappeared instantaneously as Sora threw herself at Reborn's feet, "I at least want to help train the real successor of the Vongola family," Sora pleaded, using her special puppy-dog eyes she only used for special occasions. It had never failed her before.
When Sora was 9...
" Sorry, kiddo. It's nothing personal, but I'm and assassin, and you're the target. Life's not fair," the assassin smirked. He loved it when his targets begged for their life right till he slit their throats, or shot them in the head. This target was particularly hard to get alone, but he had finally done it.
She said nothing, her face lowered so that her hair covered her eyes. Most likely crying, or frozen in fear. This made him smirk even more.
Suddenly, she lifted up her face, her sky-blue eyes concentrating on his. This caught him by surprise. Though here orbs had a slight pleading look in them, there wasn't even any fear. "Assassin-san," she began, "Please throw yourself off a cliff."
Her eyes held his for a moment, causing any dark thoughts in his mind to vaporize into thin air. He paused. What was he doing there? He looked down at a little girl. Who is she and what's she doing here? What was he supposed to do- oh yeah, throw himself off a cliff. That thought drowned out the others, making it the only thing on his mind. He dropped his gun and walked away, looking for the nearest taxi...
When Sora was 11...
"Everybody run! The Terror of Death is bored!" a boy screamed a high-pitch scream as he struggled to get away from the girl who had dark purple aura emitting from her. The whole school was in chaos. If it weren't for her scary habit of beating up random people when she felt like it, or for her really lame nickname (I mean c'mon...the Terror of Death???oooh soooo scary), maybe, she would've had more admirers. But it being too late, at least she already had many as it was.
The same boy who yelled immediately grabbed the door of the principal's office. Yes! Why hadn't he thought of this before. Surely, she wouldn't go against the principal's rules. Or better yet, she could get expelled.
He twisted open the knob. "Principal," the boy choked out between breaths. "Sawada Sora-pants-isbeating-pants-everyone-pantpant-up."
The principal looked up in surprise. Sawada Sora?! The student who gets perfect grades all the time? Surely she wouldn't. He took a step outside.
Sure enough, Sora was aiming a bazooka at a fellow student across the hall. "Sora-san!" The principal said sharply, "I am very ashamed of you. You are in deep trouble young lady."
Behind, the boy who ratted on her let out a sigh of relief. He was a hero. Sora narrowed her eyes at him.
"-You're parents will be informed of your behavior. I was expecting more from you," the head of the school continued, pausing to take a look of Sora's reaction. He was curious, after all.
Sora then showed him her all-powerful puppy-dog eyes. "I'm really sorry, principal. I was really bored and had nothing to do."
Said principal blinked uncertainly. Such a kawaii girl wouldn't act in such a violent behavior. "Well, if you put it that way..." He said vaguely as he went back in to his office, shutting the door behind him.
The boy's mouth fell open. "Wha-" He turned to run, but was stopped with a hand on his shoulder.
"I think," Sora leaned over his shoulder with a yellow gleam in her eyes, "-that we should get to know each other better."
The boy is still in the hospital even now.
Well, back to where we were, Reborn sighed in defeat. Even he found it hard to resist one of her most lethal weapons. "All right. You may stay then, but only if you go to school here as well. No slacking off."
Sora shrugged. "Sounds fair enough." Inwardly she did the victory sign. She had succeeded yet again! BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACoughCoughChoke... Well...on with the story now...
Walking back to the house where Tsuna lived, also where Sora will stay for some time, Tsuna sighed, questioning his bad luck. The situation would've been a whole lot better if his newly-found cousin was NOT some crazy psycho. It got even worse when she asked 'politely' for him to carry one of his bags.
"Urgh..." God, the weight was too much. He had to use both hands just to prevent it from dragging on the floor. What's in this bag anyway?!
As if reading his mind, (gasp! maybe she did have mind-reading powers!!!...okay, I'll stop) Sora answered,"Be careful with that. It contains food rations just in case of an emergency."
Well, why did it have to be so heavy???
"Ano, Sora-san..."
Sora froze for a moment, making Tsuna wince slightly. Was it too much to call her that? Maybe he should've tried Sawada-san, but it would feel awkward saying it to someone his age.
On the other hand, Sora felt elated. Being used to being called 'The Terror of Death' or 'Sawada-sama', Sora-san was quite...refreshing. She continued walking.
"Yeah?"
"You were supposed to be the next Vongola leader?" He finally got that one question out. It was one that would probably get him beaten up, but it had been buggin him ever since they started walking.
Instead of the hatred or bitterness Tsuna expected to see, she merely shrugged. As I told you earlier, she was in a good mood, thanks to that chocolate.
He let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, that's great, because you can have the position, I don't want i-"
Bang. Sora caught him by the neck and pushed him against the wall.
"Shut up."
Just two words: shut up.
Sawada Sora was never known to be serious, saying everything she said in an almost joking way. But, due to her bi-polar habits, there are a couple of instances where she is 1. serious 2. hyperactive(but then it could just be the sweet stuff) or 3. super-violent (as in blowing up walls and random people). She was usually super-violent.
But right now, she was serious.
Tsuna, probably scared as hell and surprised by her tone of voice, dropped the bag he was holding, letting it fall to the ground with a loud thump. Violent yes, but he didn't think she could be this scary.
Loosening her grip just enough for him to breathe, Sora stared at him once more, wondering why such a coward could even be part of the mafia, much less be the leader.
Then, she completely let go of Tsuna, cracking her knuckles as she did so.
"Okay, let's go home now!"
Sora was 100 ignorant of the fact that Tuna had dropped to his knees in terror. He rubbed his sore neck and nodded weakly.
Being the bi-polar idiot, she happily waited for Tsuna to stand up. Was he that tired as to randomly sit on the sidewalk?
He brushed the dirt off his pants and leaned to pick up the 30-pound bag full of 'food supplies' which had opened upon the impact of falling, allowing Tsuna to get a glimpse of what was inside.
Gum.