Heya! I hope you like my little adventure I prepared for all of you to enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own KHR at all. If I did it would be a big mess. We don't want that for KHR.

March 14th

This is the story of my death. Well it was supposed to be mine… things changed and they will haunt me forever… it was the day I lost everything I cared for… I wish I was the one that died that day… it wasn't until I held them in my arms as they died that I realized how much I truly loved them… how I wish I could erase those memories… I'll probably never know that person as well as I should have…

If you really must know… it is I….

I killed the person I truly loved

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I woke up one morning to find that I had been awoken by soft chatter down the hall. That's when I had realized I knew those voices. I couldn't quite hear exactly what they were saying but I wasn't about to open the door just to get myself in trouble once mommy and daddy figured out that I was listening to them instead of sleeping in bed. Once the talking stopped I heard a loud sigh and footsteps coming toward the door I was listening to them through. I swiftly, but quietly as possible, hopped back under my blankets and pretended to still be asleep. Just to my luck no one suspected a thing. I left my eyes open just enough to see what was going on, see who it was and still pass as sleeping.

It was Mommy.

I carefully studied her face. My main deduction was a depressing, but happy look. Mommy had quietly walked around our room and quickly looked over every detail, then going on to say, "I'm sorry girls… I love you." Just like that she walked out the door and closed our blue wooden door. I didn't hear anymore chatter after mommy had left, but I did hear someone walk down our old wooden stairs and open and close the front door. The thought came to mind: Was this the last of seeing mommy?

Later that morning, when the sun was actually up, my sisters and I all went down the old wooden stairs that always felt like they were going to break underneath us, only to find daddy making breakfast instead of mommy. This was definitely weird but I could to deal with it, because mommy was nowhere to be found. Having high hopes that mommy had either went to play an early morning game of hide-and-seek with us or she was out doing something grown-up-like. What good would it do to worry about it though? Whenever mommy left she always came back.

"Daddy? Where's mommy?" Rose asked daddy as she tugged on his pant leg

"Mommy will be back in a little bit sweetheart. Don't you worry your pretty little head." Daddy softly smiled at Rose.

"Okay!" Rose had beamed.

"Kristi!" Laura dragged out my name in a whiny tone practically yanking my small pale arm off. "Let's go play already!"

"Okay!" I said running after my sister.

Time flew by and we found ourselves asking daddy where mommy was more and more. He kept telling us the same thing, that she'll be back soon. Everytime he says it, I can see the pain in his face. I had decided to not question it because I know as more time goes by, I'll have all the pieces to the puzzle.

A few days after our 13th birthday (yes, we're triplets. Laura was first of the three of us then there was me then Rose), dad had us come together so that he could talk to us but to be truthful about this, I think I know exactly what this is about… I just need the confirmation.

"Laura, Kristi, Rose…" Dad had started "You three are old enough that it's time I told you the truth."

"What do you mean the truth? Have you lied to us about something?" Laura had asked

"Is there something you kept secret? You promised no secrets!" Rose added

"Technically speaking, yes and no. I wanted you guys to have hope that your mother would be back but she abandoned the four of us when you guys were still three."

"I knew it! Why didn't you tell us sooner?! I had higher hopes for you but it seems that you also suck at being a dad. You might as well leave the three of us here too and go join mom!" I finally spoke up, storming out of the room.

"Kristi! Wait!" Dad replied to me in hopes that I would face him again but I had no intention to do so.

"You did keep secrets! You told me that she would be back! You're a liar!" I heard Rose yell at dad. I could tell she left to the backyard. (It would be a little while before you found her from out there. She always has a new hiding spot.) Laura stayed quiet since Rose and I probably summed up most of what's going through her head anyway. I continued to just walk away ignoring anyone trying to get my attention. I had gone off to a spot, I don't think anyone else knew about in the house, where I felt like I was free. It was just a few steps past my bedroom but not too far so it gave anyone who could hear my footsteps, the illusion that I was going into my room. It was a hidden spot on the wall that lead to the hidden place I found about two years ago.

I quietly opened the spot that led me to a small spiral staircase. I made sure no one could see me walk in so this is forever more my spot. I closed the door behind me and memories of the first time being here came flooding to my mind.

*Flashback*

"Hello?" I called out to the house as I walked in the door. "Is anyone home?" I put my satchel down by the couch and found myself walking to the kitchen. But that's to be expected I haven't been home all day so I'm hungry. I open up the fridge glad to know that my homemade pudding still hasn't been touched. I set the big bowl of pudding onto the island we have in the kitchen and grab a spoon to start eating it. As I started eating the delicious vanilla pudding I found a note. Which was to be expected when I didn't get any reply when I walked in the door. The note reads: "Kristi, your sisters are out shopping for the next week's meals. They should be home before dinner. I won't be home tonight though. I have to stay out late tonight for work but I will see you beautiful girls in the morning. Love you. -Dad"

I let out a long sigh. "Well I should at least start working on my homework." I grudgingly put the rest of my wonderful pudding back into the fridge and walk over to our worn midnight blue couch to grab my bag and drag it with me to my room. To be true to my word I dragged it up the old wooden staircase and through the lightly lit hallway. "AAAAHHH" I had screamed as I found myself falling towards the floor. Here comes once again another face plant. "Owww! That one really hurt..." Curse my clumsiness. I've always been known to be a bit of a klutz. It was soon after I had heard a creak next to my ear. I kinda sounded like a door but we keep our door hinges greased so there isn't as much squeaking as there already is around our house. I look up and find a new hallway that I've never seen before. The hallway was dimly lit like most of our house is. At the end of the hallway I had seen a staircase that goes up.

Me being who I am, I took a chance to go and explore. It's not like I had anything better to do. I stood up and brushed off the dust from myself. I entered the new hallway and slowly walked my way to the staircase. Along the walls there was a thin layer of dust, almost as if someone has been here to clean it up in the past few weeks. I sneezed a few times with all the dust I was stirring up into the air. I made a mental note to make sure I came back to dust this place sometime. I tested the first few steps of the well-crafted wooden spiral staircase to make sure it won't break under my weight. Who knows how long this has been here. It was a little darker while walking on the stairs but I could see a little bit of light closer to the top of the stairs. I continued on up the narrow path and the light eventually started to hurt my eyes. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the light and I soon realized that the light was coming from the sky light above me. After looking around here for awhile I found nothing of interest. To sum it up, it's a small room that is full of dust and has the occasional insect crawling around. It's pretty gross. I turned back to where I entered and by the door somehow I failed to notice a tiny little box that had a thin layer of dust but not thick enough to match the room. I cautiously picked up the black box and blew on it gently before brushing off the rest of the dust with my hand.

"Huh... ? It looks like something is engraved on here…" I finish clearing the dust off the box and try to read what the black wooden box says.

"Vo...Vong...Vongola!... What does Vongola mean?" Setting aside my new questions curiosity gets the better of me. I open the box to find a perfectly clean silver necklace. In fact three. Why three? It was only then I noticed that the necklaces each had a different symbol on them. One being a sun, second being a teardrop or raindrop, the third I couldn't quite make out what it was. But one thing for sure, it was pretty in my hands. The necklace glowed a pretty sunset orange color. When I set it back down, it stopped glowing. I couldn't find any logical explanation for it. Not wanting to leave this box here, I took it with me. I go back to the hallway where I left my bag, and bring my bag and the strange box to my room. For now, I stashed the box into the bottom drawer of my nightstand.

*end of flashback*

I still don't know what the necklaces mean but I pushed them to the back of my mind over the few years. I feel much better about this place after I have cleaned it up and personalized it a bit to make things a little more comfortable, and so I can feel safe here. I reach the door, that I had made sure to close and install a lock so I know I can have time alone when I need or want it. This time something was off.

The door was cracked open.

I hesitantly walked in and searched for anyone or anything out of the ordinary. The only thing I found was a small rubix cube on the fold up table I put in there. (I know pretty lame but how else was I to fit a different table up the long narrow staircase?) I walk to the table and I pick up the rubix cube. Soon after I started to mess with the rubix cube, I heard the door creak. I suddenly remembered that I forgot to close and lock it. I turn towards the door and I see a tall man with silver hair that goes down to his chin.

"Come. You don't want to keep the tenth waiting." The strange man spoke in a commanding type tone.

Thank you so much for suffering through this first chapter! If you have any thoughts or comments, please please please send them to me. I want to know how you guys want the story to be or hear your ideas. You never know I might use your idea if I find it really good (that's only with your permission of course). I would like to give credit to my dear friend Chibi Ray-Chan and my sister Neeky-chan for being my beta readers! I hope that you enjoyed this and you will continue to read my future chapters.