A/N: So I decided to expand to KHR. I'm crazy with all the rest on going, aren't I? But to be completely fair my other two stories -the other one IS on hiatus already :P - will not suffer. Enjoy~! On a side note, I swear only the first chapter will be like this! It's actually a comedy! Besides, if you look up the definition of comedy is tragic events given with a lighthearted and upbeat way...right? =3

Beta'd by Orihara Izaya. Not the one in the manga though...Oh and I own nothing but the OCs. Enjoy~!

'Get him on the porch already!' snapped one of the men.

'Shush, be quiet; no one must hear us!' the other sounded distraught.

'I know dam it but you won't do as I ask!' he countered hotly, losing his patience.

'Both of you stop arguing; be careful and help them.' An old man's voice cut through the argument, commanding respect.

'Yes boss.'

A new voice asked: 'Why are we bringing him here anyway?'

'For the umpteenth time, don't ask.' Snapped the first man again.

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She started from her sleep alerted from metal clashing on metal and then scraping on the wooden floor of the porch of her -well, considering her age and her purpose of being there not really- house; then she heard voices, conversing between them as if it wasn't some random stranger's place they were breaking into.

She stopped eavesdropping and immediately her brain started turning its big clogs hastily as to what to do: the men sounded not hostile as they hadn't spoken of anything close to killing or robbing or hurting anyone but they were still intruders who came into the manor of a very important person -no, she didn't mean herself or anyone who resided in this building rather the one who owned it- and she had to protect it!

After all, this was the living quarters for her and her aunt who have been in this mansion for the past two years and now they truly considered it as their own, too…disregarding the fact they were kept in there like some sort of prisoners who just happened to be good at science thus they milked them for all they had and as if they weren't free human beings!

Oh what was she thinking all of the sudden! Thank god thinking never stopped her from doing what she meant and she'd already ran upstairs to her aunt's bedroom -which was located at the far bloody end of the admittedly huge house making it impossible to reach her in time in case of an emergency. That was odd; how hadn't she noticed or considered this earlier? Then again they had never been "attacked" before since their manor was close to the man's who owned it own home, the ninth boss of the Vongola family. Plus, they were scientists and really not war-ready material and stuff. And she was also thirteen years old so that was also excused- to wake her up.

But she just wouldn't wake! She nudged her, whispered her name -"aunt Lucretia, wake up~" - she shouted her name, she shook her…but nothing! Why did she have to sleep so heavily? And why did they never care to make an emergency scenario?

Never mind that; she should go back downstairs and deal with the unwanted guests…! Only she had no weapon on her person, nor did she know where some might be stored if they even existed in the house. And she was only a five foot little girl with no experience in man to man combat. Oh yes, she was just bound to win! Note the sarcasm.

She grabbed anything resembling an offensive…item and headed to the door, which was still not breached. And judging from the voices that were still coming from outside they really hadn't come in yet. Wow, that thing they were carrying must have been indeed very heavy, at least about a considerable load in the lines of 100 kilos? She lurked behind the door and raised her…mop -that was the best she could do? Damn it- making sure the ones who came in were in her make-shift weapon's range. She waited…

The door burst open!

'YAH!' she shouted as she attacked them with her "bat" and she was sure it connected…only it didn't seem to deal any damaged. Why?

'Ha ha; little Francesca is scared. Relax little one, it's just us.'

When she looked up she finally saw the faces of the "burglars" she realized they were from the family…they were Vongola! And in fact, the four that carried whatever it was that they carried, it were those men who were always seen around the Ninth: his guardians! Well, three guardians and one old sketchy man who bore a striking resemblance to the said boss, Nono-…oh her catholic God, it was Nono!

'Nono! Nono's guardians! What are you doing here in the middle of the night…?' suddenly she coloured like she just realized an offense made to her. 'And I'm not little; I'm 13 years old…almost!'

She was complaining yet thought she should make herself useful; after all she was in the presence of her family's boss so she hurried and opened the wooden double doors to enable them in their task. And then she saw what it was that they were struggling to bring inside: it was a huge…ice sculpture? Um, that was odd; their experiments had nothing to do with ice so why was this here? And she couldn't really see well with all the dark but it appeared the ice sculpture served as some sort of an encasing.

The youngest of the bunch laughed; 'but you haven't even grown a chest yet, no?'

She became so red, the emergency button looked faded in comparison.

'I'm still developing!' she protested fervently and with her small hands in contrast with the men's in front of her she started hitting him; it was one of the things about herself she felt bad with.

'Ha ha; little Francesca is still too young.'

'Ganauche, stop teasing her and help us pull.' the man next to the one who called her little said simply but managed to spare a smile for the young girl.

Nono came into the house, the last of the four, and closed the doors behind them once the…thing was inside. 'Visconti, relax…Francesca dear child, why don't you go awaken your aunt? We need both your help.'

'Right away Nono…'

She went immediately; given they weren't there because an impending attack was about to happen, or else he would have brought an army, and given they brought that odd ice sculpture in it meant their reason for being there had everything to do with that or something pertinent to it. Was it research-new research material? Was it something else? She was dying to know! Plus, she really wanted to see what it contained!

'Aunt Lucretia;' she shook the older woman 'aunt Lucretia' she even slapped her, this once 'Wake up you!'

…she snored.

'UGH!'

She was desperate; and desperate times call for desperate measures! She looked all around her for a tool-something to help her with her most peculiar task: wake her aunt up in the middle of the night. There hadn't been a reason to do so before thus it was only natural she'd just found out she was a heavy sleeper.

...but then she spotted it: a vase with real flowers inside it! And real flowers only meant one thing: water! And that was perfect for waking someone up, right? Eh-he-he…

She approached her aunt and-SPLASH!

'AW!'

'Finally!' before she starts thundering and swearing -and she could be quite colourful, too- she explained everything 'come downstairs quickly! Nono is here and he asked for you!'

Lucretia seemed shocked 'you said Nono-!'

'He brought something with him, like a sculpture out of ice; do you have any idea what it-?'

Yet her aunt didn't allow her to finish; an ice sculpture by the Nono in here in the middle of the might could only mean one thing: someone was doing something very bad yet he was at the same very important. 'Let's go.'

She threw a robe on hastily and almost flew by the staircase that led to the ground floor; she came upon the sight right away. There was indeed and ice-cased man in her living room that appeared to be important if the ones who brought him were Nono and his guardians. As soon as the men percepted her, some eyes were attracted to her curves -making the young girl self aware of her own unwomanly body-. But Nono merely nodded towards the ice sculpture...and her aunt immediately knew: he wanted her to open up the labs...

She nodded in a quick reply and ran to her study there on the ground floor with the boss and her niece behind her; behind her desk, concealed by a small bookcase that appeared solid yet was removable, there was a secret rather large button. As she pushed it, a deafening sound signalled heavy shaking of the floor...

And what felt a lifetime away to the old man, but in reality had only been some seconds, the floor slowly shifted and pulled; it revealed a huge underground entrance with a flight of stairs which appeared to be leading...downwards. To the secret labs of the mansion. That was the very reason the two women were "trapped" in this house...

The three men in their tuxedos, looking sharp as always, finally appeared, carrying the ice sculpture to the part of the open floor in front of the desk of Lucretia's study; turning on the lights to help them with their load, she conversed with the ninth about the circumstances.

'Who is the person you brought here frozen?'

A person? The ice contains an actual human being? How cruel...yet wicked!

'It's a man I love yet must tow away for the sake of the people who killed and the people who'd be led by him should it have gone otherwise: my son Xanxus.'

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Francesca Tutsi was an average twenty one year old woman: her hair was black and long, her eyes were black and warm, her skin a little darker, because it was summer and she loved sitting at the balcony, and her height didn't exceed that of the average of 1.65 centimetres. And when she was walking down the street with her shopping and grocery bags in her hands she could pass like any regular girl of her age...

But she wasn't. Francesca had a secret.

Her car was a modest FIAT Punto, Italian brand of course, which was also used as a storage for all of her shopping: new dress and everything that entails, groceries, and of course candy snacks for her and her aunt who lived together and all alone in a manor lost in the woods far away from prying eyes.

But were they truly alone? There was a third person living there with them for the past eight years of their solitary life, give or take a few months: a man forgotten by time, by his father and the world...Xanxus. Nono's son lived frozen in their laboratories in the mansion's secret basement.

That was her secret.

Of course that wasn't the only reason she was irregular; she was also a researcher and a doctor despite her young age, renounced for it in her family...which was the mafia. Right; that qualifies the third reason this young woman wasn't normal: she was a researcher and a doctor who would be soon having her debut, she was a Mafioso by birth and she had a frozen man decorating her basement.

No wonder she could never get herself in a relationship that lasted beyond a month. Her aunt always told her "no one must know the whereabouts of the place in which you reside" as an extra precaution thus her relationship usually ended at the part where the occasional boyfriend would ask her to trust him...

She drove to her temporary household -temporary and ten years worth of staying didn't seem so solid to her but she just humoured herself- and after parking her car in the small area designated for that purpose, she carried her bags inside, while looking for her aunt. She first put the groceries in the fridge though, no need to get a stomach-ache from spoiled milk.

She took a deep breath: 'Aunt? You there?' she shouted at the top of her lungs; at a house so large and with only two persons inhabiting it, it was the easiest way to be heard-never mind cell phones.

'Basement!' came the muffled cry of her aunt in reply.

Immediately she headed to the study and seeing the hanger door already open, she descended the stairs and headed to the labs, her bags containing her new dress and the rest of its followings in her hands.

'Hello there aunt Lucretia; how are you this lovely evening?' asked the girl, kissing the older woman on the cheek as soon as she spotted her.

Already in her lab uniform and with a test tube in her hands, the blond had her blue eyes fixated on the chemical reaction if the liquid. It was boiling...success! She let the test tube down and wrote the results on the paper in front of her. 'Hey sweetie' she said, never looking up before she checks everything is as it should be on her sheet 'good evening.'

When she made sure all was well, she finally looked up. She beamed at Francesca as soon as she saw the bags and the firm printed on them. 'What sexy dress did you buy after all?' she asked wickedly and smirked at her now thrilled beyond words niece who was so impatient one thought she was struggling to stay in one place.

'Ooh, it's sublime; I have to show you! -sublime? What a word to use... but ignoring her aunt's teasing she went on- I bought this fabulous dress and its matching heels and-oh, I brought you your favourite chocolate, too' she said thoughtfully reaching in one of the bags and throwing her a bar she went on like she had never interrupted herself 'and I bought the underwear and jewellery to match it, too!'

'Ha ha' laughed Lucretia as she bit into the bar she had skilfully caught 'you went all out I see...'

'Well, this is the first time in a year I went to shop something for myself all by myself' said the girl a little edgy as she ransacked the bag with all the candy to find her own personal favourite flavour 'and what's more this is the dress I'll be wearing to Nono's party in three days from now! Isn't that amazing? I'll finally be going to one of these parties he holds this time every year! And I'll finally get to debut, too! Ooh, I'm so excited!' she munched down on her own chocolate 'Van' me oo tie zem o?'

'Don't speak with your mouth full...! But yeah, go try them on!' she finished excited herself.

With the snack hanging from her mouth, she smiled incredibly widely and clapped her hands in delight; she then grabbed all the bags with the clothing in one hand and the one with the candy with the other and bolted up to change.

'My, my...what a lively twenty one year old...' her aunt commented shaking her head amused.

She couldn't say it was unnatural she was somewhat childish as all of her childhood, she'd spent it in this house away from all real-life problems, surrounded by books and lab tests instead of friends and boys. That was bound to diminish her people skills...after all, when she came into this "prison" of sorts, she was already married and a mother of a four year old child, accomplished and at the very least happy with how much she had experienced, even at the age of twenty eight.

Well, she did see her family monthly even here, but Francesca wasn't quite as lucky; seeing her parents were in charge of the Spanish Vongola branch, they rarely managed to leave the base they were controlling. In fact last time she saw her parents live and not trough a web cam was four years ago when they'd come to report to Nono on their situation...

But Lucretia hated the fact she only had two nights a month away from this house as much as she hated the fact her son was now fourteen years old and she hadn't been there for the most part. Or the fact her husband cheated on her and due to the fact she wasn't there most of the time he did a very sloppy job at hiding it. But her research was important to the family. Besides, her sister -Eloisa-, Francesca's mother, had told her: that's what you get for marrying a man with no ties to the family thus has no sense of duty towards it.

She sighed; she really loved him though, faithful or not, and she put up with his cheating because she knew they weren't serious, just occasional sex, some let out.

-'You're crazy; I'd have him hanged from his toes!' Francesca had told her, truly appalled, when she had coaxed her into finally telling her what was that made her so sad.-

But she didn't mind; she smiled like she knew nothing and her husband never seemed to want a divorce or even complain about the status-quo of their marriage.

'Ta-duh!'

Francesca's overjoyed exclamation snapped her out of her musing; when she looked up she saw her niece dressed in all formality with her dazzling new gown and her stunning new high heels with a brand new snack hanging from her mouth and a mess of a hair.

She laughed; how unfitting an image!

But what a dress! Her niece inherited not only her aunt's wits but also her impeccably good taste: emerald green silk was hugging her curves -smoothing out others- with a high collar which consisted of other but similar fabric that "protected" the nape of her neck, sleeveless with a relatively big for her niece's small chest neckline. It was long, with the matching high heeled sandals it still covered all the way to the floor -but she could see them because Francesca was holding it up-, and straight. As she turned around, she saw the back was bare and led all the way to the small of her back.

'How lovely dear! This dress is absolutely fantastic! I love everything about it-the colour is so sophisticated and the neckline-oh the neckline! And the back! Ooh, now I'm jealous—why didn't you buy one for me, too?'

As her niece screw up her face in an attempt of showing discontent or mockery she stuck her tongue out. 'Just kidding; you deserve to go with a new dress and this is all about you.'

'I know...' she commented meaningfully but still beamed. 'And the underwear's completely wicked, too! Both bra and thong black with lace and golden bling at the front of the bra and the back of the thong as a heart shaped clasp.'

'Ooh...'

'I know right?'

'Well, take it off then to see the-!'

'No way in hell am I taking this dress off! I shall wear it and love it-

'And call it Bob'

-and shut up and I will make sure I'm used to it and the shoes by the time of the party! Oh I'm so excited I'll be finally going to one of these! I've been looking forward to it ever since I was...three!'

'Yeah, yeah, I know honey, you've been saying so non-stop for the past three weeks now-ever since I announced you'd be going instead of me.'

'Oh shut up!' she snapped and now it was her turn to stick her tongue out. 'I know I've been insufferable but honestly, this is the first time I'm allowed to go to a grown-ups party! Even if I turned eighteen three years ago. And even if I should have debuted then…'

Lucretia pouted. 'We did have serious work to do but now, since one breakthrough was already made...'

She sighed '...right. I'm just over the moon is all...and you know what?' she changed to hyper again 'I'll have the best date ever, too!'

'What?' her aunt leaned in interested 'you have a hot date?' she drawled as she nudged her niece on the shoulder with her own. 'Who might be?'

'Why your son of course!'

'...ha-ha-ha! OK, he is the best date!'

'Of course; if only were he a decade older I could actually flaunt him...'

'Well it's not my fault I'm the youngest out of three and your mother the oldest.'

'Humph! Whatever; I'm taking your snacks.'

'What-hey!' she was actually taking them! 'What are you-!'

'It's your fault for being the youngest.' countered the young woman so naturally one would think it was actually a decent reason.

Her aunt pouted but said nothing; she knew her niece had man trouble and quite frankly she couldn't help! They were both supposed to remain in the house at all times-or at least one of them was- ever since Xanxus came and apparently they couldn't just leave him alone, not for a moment. There was of course their research to be considered, too as the experiments the tests and the trials required both women to be present for the most part so they couldn't afford more than two nights out of the house monthly and by no means should they be out simultaneously.

And ever since they brought Xanxus, who none of the two knew why he was frozen as no one bothered telling them anything else other than "we had to take care of him" -and since it was Nono who'd done it, they didn't say anything-, and given this was top secret and the rest of the Vongola family didn't even know he was frozen, they had to keep quiet about it and tell no one of their true reason for not going out as much as they used to –every weekend unless they didn't feel like it-. That created a slight strain on her marriage, truth be told.

So they all knew that Xanxus was somewhere out there, preferably the Varia Headquarters -as the rumours had it- eating and drinking his life away and controlling the independent assassination squad from the shadows...

Now why one would think he would do nothing but eat and drink his life away, doing nothing else than spouting orders and lazy about, it always presented an impossible conundrum to Francesca. After all, he didn't seem to be the type to idly bide his time doing nothing.(*)

Francesca was but thirteen years old when he was brought to them and the very first time she ever saw him, frozen in that pillar -looking so eternally pissed-, she'd thought: this must be a very scary and vigorous man.

As time went by and she became older and older and after confining in him her problems, her worries, her happiness and her hopes -because every single time something big, good or bad, happened to her she ran to the far end of the labs to him- she realized not only did he look angry but also sad and lonely. His eyes betrayed the loneliness-that loneliness one feels only when you know no one can understand you...but he never looked inactive. Hell, he was in a defensive/battle-ready stance-he couldn't look lazy!

Well, if she had to be honest with herself she had developed that huge crush on him -in her defence she was only fifteen at the time- and she never liked lazy men instinctively so she knew he couldn't be the type to sit around doing nothing and move only when he had something he had to do. He just couldn't be!

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'I'll be going to your father's ball at the end of the next week!' had said the girl a week ago to the man she was currently staring at with the bag of snacks next to her, of course in her new dress.

She was just standing there, looking at his frozen, never-changing expression. So much emotion reflected into his eyes, so much longing and revenge! She felt he mirrored her own emotions -minus the wanting revenge part- of how much she wanted to go to this damn dance! And now her wish was finally coming true...!

Of course, this being Xanxus' special room it was close to a refrigerator-the basic principals anyway: permanently emitted cool air to keep the temperature the same with the ice so under no circumstances would it melt even from something as tedious as this while they had custom made machinery to produce sound waves to both keep him sedated and make sure he's safe, as the machines' echo provided them with a full report on his status. After all, their job was not only to keep him in the ice but also alive...

The surface of the ice was not to be touched and in the extreme situation it was required iron gloves as well as no human hand at all were the only ones allowed to touch it as even the slightest of heat signals might awake him, especially after such along slumber and considering the fact his vitals seemed to be spiking lately. That was just how stubborn and skilful this man was in Francesca's opinion, another trait she absolutely adored about him.

In fact the girl -now young adult- revered him, Xanxus, a man who at his sixteen years of age had the guts to do something like opposing his father in such a radical way that he had to be frozen in order to be stopped, no matter how well she thought of Nono. She admired his strength and his decision to be his own man and a leader-because he did have people following him, even the well known swordsman Superbia Squalo who despite of is young age he was to be the leader of Varia had Xanxus not taken control. Of course, she'd never actually met Squalo or any other member of the Varia, it was only hearsay.

Alas, she couldn't come in direct contact not just with Xanxus but Squalo and generally everyone else that she didn't already know, as far as the members of the family were concerned. And of course she was prohibited from doing anything that might awaken the man from his cryostasis and she didn't even want to on the first place-she didn't want to be charged with anything, even if they were keeping things under wraps-. So she only just stood there, in front of the ice-casted man, usually sitting in front of the direction he was looking at.

'Hey Xanxus! I bought the dress I was telling you about; see? I'm wearing it now!'

She made a fast turnaround.

'Well, in fact I hope you can't see or hear anything in there or else this would be close to torture for you but then again...if you could see and hear wouldn't it be too lonely to always be by yourself? Ah...I really hope you wake up one day -I mean, Nono gives us the word- because I'd really like to know who you really are. Would you like my dress? Me? Would you prefer being alone? Or would you take me with you, away from this place...? Oh, what am I saying all of the sudden, ha-ha...! Ah man, thank god you can't respond to my dreadful sense of humour. Anyway I'll be going now! I have to get used to these shoes-they are so cruel to my poor feet. So b'bye!

'I hope next time I see you, you're awake!'

That was how she finished her talks to him for the past three years; she figured if there was one wish he'd like, that would be it. Plus, she wasn't naive enough to believe he was a people's person so she knew this was best thing to keep saying to him, especially in the odd case he could hear her-as repeating "hope I see you again" was very ironic seeing how he couldn't move...at all.

Still, she left and ran back up and into the garden and went to frolic in her new beautiful garb.

Her aunt shook her head amused as she saw her practically zoom by before she ascended the stairs cheerfully. Only then did it occur to her what a sheltered and controlled life her niece was leading: no real relationships, no real heartache, parents who knew when and where their youngest child and only daughter was at all times...it almost felt unfair to her, how much more to Francesca herself. Yet, the girl showed no real signs of depression; merely sporadic displays of frustration, anger and indignation which by all means were completely justified yet they were just that. No sense of pent up aggression. No tells of bottled hostility towards her parents or even her, Lucretia, the immediate reminder of her metaphoric cage.

Lucretia had wondered at a time, when her little cute niece was but sixteen years of age -usually at the rebellious stage- how and why didn't she get depressed...only to find her questions answered as one night she watched her sneaking off, thinking her aunt was asleep -and she would have been, too had she not felt the end of her research (at the time) was within the palm of her hand- and going into Xanxus' room.

It hadn't taken long for the woman to understand her niece was crushing on the young Mafioso while at the same time he served as her anti-drug. Or maybe that was why she was crushing over him. Who knew? Her niece was deep and weird like that.

And she couldn't blame her for her choice, too; had she not been more than ten years older than him, married with a child she might have been crushing on him, too. He was a very good-looking albeit rough man. Well, if anything the whole gruff-imposing-scary looking thing made him look sexier...to her.

Heh! No wonder she was in such a relationship...

So, conversing maybe for hours on no end with the frozen man became the girl's way out of a harsh reality which would most probably lead her to depression...a depression the aunt was experiencing right about now. She didn't know if it was in place of Francesca or generally because her life sucked so bad she wouldn't have minded being the one in the cryostasis, but she was feeling it. And seeing her twenty one year old, barely an adult, coddled and spoiled niece who was thrown into cruel, pampered and lonely reality coping much better than she did -prancing around in gorgeous dresses instead of sulking- she felt even worse.

She took the final step, the thin line she always feared to tread, regarding of her ego; she'd mimic Francesca and talk to Xanxus -located about a mile away from her- who was always there, unmoving non-judging...

She'd grabbed a half-empty bottle from her scotch stash -her favourite liquor- and when she made sure her niece was far and away, only then did she make a run for it, not paying attention her feet were bare or her lab coat was long gone...

Oh how Lucretia wished the man would wake up right now and before she even knew it he whisked her away from everything, making her Varia's first lady...well, if she could take her son along that is because she'd never go anywhere without him.

But what childish thoughts was she having-the thought of flight had never crossed her mind so openly before...especially with another man. Usually, when she ran away in her little fantasies she hurried back to her husband's arms, Alfredo, and all three of them left the mafia for good by going to another country -Greece she had decided, where the climate was similar, the people were similar yet she had no family she knew of there-.

But now it was different; what changed? Maybe the fact her husband cheated so much was finally sinking in or she did mind more than she let on after all. Maybe distance didn't make the heart grow fonder. Maybe she just needed a way out of this pointless life.

She could positively say she hated her family, the Vongola. She hated she was imprisoned in this manor without being able to see anyone other than her cohabitant for the most part. She hated she had given up her whole life just for the sake of her family who was never there for her. No, they were never there, not even her oldest sister. They only used her genius -hers and her poor niece's who sadly took after her aunt and not her mother (who shamelessly fed her to these dogs so effortlessly)-. They never did anything for her, anything at all, while she had broken her back helping them, sacrificing her everything for those sodding bastards!

Right at that moment all she wanted to do was pick up anything and just throw it on Xanxus' icicles in the off chance he did wake and decided to wreck havoc again and -hopefully- this once kill Nono, the man responsible for all of her problems. Maybe under Xanxus' reign she would be given some slack. Maybe he would never separate a couple like that!

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She was crouching, the bottle of scotch now empty of its contents, lying next to her. She had gone so close to the man in the ice she could almost touch him. She even thought she saw his eyes move...and that was when she realized she was too drunk to think straight. Hell, she even hallucinated! It wouldn't even strike her as odd if she'd actually been shouting all those things she'd been thinking of.

She looked up at Xanxus again; she could swear her eyes were playing tricks on her as she could also swear she saw his permanently angry expression changing if only to look at her...wow, she was being a bad drunk again!

Yet, there was something there in his eyes, mesmerizing, and as much as she wanted, tried and eventually managed to look away, she couldn't do it for more than a second-something in his eyes just made her want to look at him.

A cracking sound was heard; suddenly the machine around her was shaking all over and the source of the small tremor was...the ice! Or, to be accurate, the man inside the ice-the man was waking!

Her chin dropped.

Shocked beyond comprehension, she just stood there and watched, propped against the cool quality of the ice cascading the man. When did she move all the way to physically touch the ice? Why hadn't she realized she went there? Her -till a second ago- dead brain went to overdrive now: this was what she had been spending her nights locked up in there for the past eight years of her life to avoid! The odd case he started waking she was to stop it from happening! And she knew full well what she had to do: she had to activate the emergency sequence where the machine would emit double the cold air much more rapidly while its other part would inject him with sedative and other drugs and put him back into cryostasis...

...yet, even if her brain literally screamed for her to get up and get a move on already to stop this, her body simply wouldn't obey. She couldn't move an inch. Then again, couldn't or wouldn't she? She'd never know; she just stood there rigid and gobsmacked, staring into the eyes of the man who was regaining his consciousness and mobility slowly -yet much faster than she'd expected to be attainable for him- while the ice shook more and more.

Until...

'KYAAAAH!'

'Ah...ah...ah...'

The ice exploded!

The young woman watched the young man being released from his cool prison while at the same time she was watching and checking the amount of function he mustered over his limbs. It had left him for the most part, the woman noted in her brain under the topic: "side-effects from cryostasis after a long period of time" while she didn't fail to notice scars all over his face and many parts of his body that were visible. His face bore the most of them analogically.

She coughed but it didn't bother her; what really bothered her was the fact she was looking at him from so far away. Why such distance? She was standing but a foot next to him. She coughed again; then she felt it...the metallic taste in her mouth. Blood? Yet, it was; she would never forget that bitter taste or its scent, especially after all the experiments she made that blood was their main feature. She was bleeding and not just from her mouth. She could feel the watering all over the skin her blouse covered from her stomach and downwards; so it was her stomach...

But what about the pain? Oh, it must have been the ice; it worked as a paralyzing factor and she could pretty much feel nothing; adding that to the liquor she had consumed prior to this, she wasn't entirely surprised. But then she looked at herself: one of the biggest ice-pieces had pierced her, threw her and pinned her all the way to the wall, halfway across the room.

She was...dying. No wonder everything appeared to be in slow motion; her every sense was heightened and she could see him looking at her with a slightly less pissed and more curious expression. Heh! What beautiful eyes...and what a beautiful burden did she leave her young blossoming and beloved Francesca...her eyes felt too heavy to leave them open. Her ragged breathing slowly came to a stop and she let the complete and absolute darkness claim her.

She closed her eyes for the final time.

A/N:(*)How wrong can one person be you know...? This is Xanxus; he is madness! xD

Now, bear with me pretty please! I know it's a sort of heavy first chapter with the aunt's death and all but I swear it IS a comedy and if you stick around you'll see that from the next chapter even. So review and/or message me to tell me first impressions! ^^"