All she wanted was to have a peace of mind.
Aozora never did have any good memories; the sweet bitterness of her past and present. It wasn't like she herself wanted it—it just happened. The girl always appeared to be alone-distant from everyone else. Her parents had always tried to isolate her from everything else, saying that her eyes would cause misfortune to everyone else. She ended up as the sole survivor of a planned arson, her family members burnt. Her father's last words were something along the lines of "it's your fault, you and your hideous eyes! You just had to do this to us didn't you, you little brat!"
Well, that's okay. Aozora never really cared about what her father thought of her. They hated each other from the very start anyways. She didn't know why her father hated her so much, enough to always say that her hideous eyes were a curse placed upon her; her red eyes contrasted with the rest of her appearance—a pale complexion, light brown hair down to her lower back, and a slender body that some girls would die for. She liked her eyes though, forget what her father said. Her mother though, was much, much better. Her mother was the most loving out of the whole family, and often supported Aozora in whatever it was.
Perhaps it was because of her mother's words that she chose to keep living. Most of her childhood was spent in Italy. For all she knew, her older brother was part of some mafia family that she never knew about because he never told her anything; only that it was a 'simple game that he and friends made up.'
So she took matters into her own hands—at age 13, she managed to know more than what other Mafiosi knew, because she hated that feeling of not knowing anything. Aozora became a well-known informant within the Mafia, because she didn't refuse to give any sort of information to anyone—as long as she got paid for it. Oh, yes. She loved receiving money.
That was all before the arson happened. Thinking back on it, it was probably her fault that it even happened. Word had leaked out on who the 'mysterious information broker' was—she didn't blame whoever it was for setting fire to her precious home; if anything, she should've seen it coming.
With that said, her aunt, who didn't know anything, had Aozora move to Japan and attend some stupid all girls school. All Aozora wanted was to have a peace of mind. That didn't seem possible anymore when she bumped into No-Good Tsuna and his gang of friends.
a/n: First of all, if this doesn't make any sense (yet), it probably will later on. English isn't my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes. This is my first time writing fanfiction, so by all means, please review ;; u ;;