Hello, everyone. I'm 4-chan and this is my first story on and as you can tell it is a KHR story because well, that anime fricken rocks. As well, the love interest shall be Gokudera Hayato because I absolutely love that hot-headed bomber. This story will feature him and my own OC, so a GokuderaxOC story. Don't like, don't read. Anyway, it will be following the manga mostly with a complete of changes—I have nothing against the anime, but I like the manga better. So I hope you will be nice, give this a shot (even though it's just the preface), and you will review.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or its characters. I own my own OCs, especially Cerelia.

Warning: This story has a lot of cursing (Cerelia has a terrible mouth), mild sexual content, violence, and so on so forth. And anything in Italian or Japaese shall be traslated below after the chapter.

TEMPESTA Di NEVE [1]

Preface:

An exasperated huff escaped from the little girl as the four-year-old glowered at the sight outside her bedroom's window. Heavy snow consistently fell from the gray sky and had been for the past few hours covering the grounds of her home in Italy like a thick, white blanket; as far as her amethyst eyes could see was pure white.

"Ugh! Stupid snowstorm!" the child shouted, throwing her stuffed penguin toy at the window in frustration. The toy just bounced off the glass and tumbled to her carpeted floor. Pouting, the brunette crossed her arms continuing to glare daggers at the snowfall outside.

Her day had been completely ruined. As if having her older sister persistently and purposely trying to ruin her life with her petty bullying (teasing, beating up, and so on) wasn't bad enough. At least if Cerelia went outside, she could escape Caterina, but it was snowing.

"I hate you, snow! I hate you!" Cerelia yelled, throwing more of her stuffed animals from off her four-poster bed at her window. She knew she couldn't hurt the snowstorm physically, especially with toys behind a closed window, but it helped her vent a little.

"Cara figlia[2]," came a gentle and honey-like voice from behind the girl. "What is the matter? Why are you yelling and throwing things?"

Peering over her shoulder, Cerelia made a face, blushing ashamed that her parent had caught in such an act. "I'm sorry, Mamma. I was just..." Her light optics looked back to the snow and she glared again. "...I just hate snow! Snowstorms most!" she cried.

From behind her, the lovely Italian woman, Sylvia tried to muffled her chuckle and her amused smile. "Coniglietto[3], come here." the mother cooed, motioning her youngest child to join her on the bed once she sat on it. Obediently, Cerelia waddled over. Sylvia scooped up her daughter and placed her on her lap. She brushed Cerelia's auburn-hued bangs—a hue that was a shade browner than Sylvia's hair—before asking softly, "Now, tell me why you hate snowstorms so much."

"'Cuz I hate the cold and anything like it. Snow is cold, wet, and stuff. There's nothin' good about it. I just hate it. And snowstorms are the worst." Cerelia explained with a pout and the crossing of her arms.

That time, Sylvia didn't hold back her laughter—oh, how the logic of Cerelia humored her. "Those are such silly reasons, cara figilia. Out of the storms, snowstorms are probably the best. Do you know what storms and snow represent?"

"No, Mamma." Cerelia shook her head, her expression innocently curious.

"Well," Sylvia adjusted her daughter more comfortably on her lap. "For starters, snow is some cases mean purity, like a child's innocence." The mother playfully tapped the child's nose making the tiny female giggle. Sylvia smiled and proceeded with her speech, "Some even say snow is even more cleansing than rain. And melting snow is like melting a cold heart. Now, for storms, they're usually described as wild, chaotic, and disastrous. However, storms could also me the blowing away of the weak and frail, to allow something new to come in and expand. Much like snow actually. So now, put those two together and what do you get?"

"Hmmmm," hummed Cerelia, tapping her chin in thought. "I think...something good, right?"

"Yes, cara figilia, something very good. It just may be hard to see at first, but if you take the time, you'll eventually see. Do you understand, Cerelia?" questioned Sylvia.

At the time, Cerelia Renzo really didn't understand, nonetheless, she just nodded.

It would many years later when she truly comprehended her mother's words...

Thanks for reading! I hoped you liked it! If you did, please review and tell me what ya think. Constructive criticism is welcomed, but flaming is no as it is inappropiate.

1. Tempsta di Neve--Snowstorm

2. Cara figilia--dear daughter

3. Coniglietto--Bunny