Yuni wasn't the only girl who got drugged by Byakuran in the future. I was there too; you just didn't see me because I was in the back making shit for Byakuran. You see, he wouldn't have drugged me if it wasn't for my severe ADHD. I couldn't sit still long enough to work for him, so obviously drugging me was the answer. And yes, the sarcasm was intended. Why did he want me, you ask? I'm a fucking genius, that's why.

No literally, I was born a genius. I built a hover board when I was six, and I accidentally blew up my house at my eight birthday party because my little brother didn't get me the uranium I really wanted. But don't worry! We got out in time, and my mom and brother weren't hurt. I had some minor burns, but it wasn't anything serious.

I was born in tiny farming town in Italy by my mother, Elizabeth who was British but moved to Italy, and my father Ivan who was Russian and fell deeply in love with my mom. I got my mom's bright orange hair and my dad's dark green eyes, but the genius was all my own. But my parents never married, and that was extremely taboo in my small little town. So, my dad packed up and left for Russia. My mom married soon after he left to her real love, my step-dad, Dante. And when I was four, they had my little brother. Well, technically half-brother.

We were a really close family. My mom and step dad never argued and though my little brother could be a hassle at times, we loved each other.

My brother and I did everything together. Even when he could only crawl, I was teaching him how batteries and light switches worked. I would build him little robots to play with while I went to school. He was a little genius himself, too. But obviously, not of my caliber. He learned it all from me and I was a very proud teacher.

Even though my brother's name was officially Francisco, we called him Spanner because that was his first word. Mom was really mad at me for that because when he first started talking, all I would talk about was tools and he just happened to pick up on the spanner. I thought it was the coolest thing ever and just started calling him that.

When I was seven, we got our cat and tried to turn him into a goat with science, but my mom found out and grounded us. We set up our Secret Lab in the tool shed so we could break things and cause mini-explosions without getting the house dirty. I built a little machine that made wrench-shaped lollipops so we could have sweets whenever we wanted. I picked some strawberries from the garden and put them in the machine for fuel, and voila! Strawberry flavored lollipop.

"Eating sugar keeps your brain working efficiently!" I told Spanner.

He stared at me with eyes full of awe as I handed him one. "I'll remember, Ciro!" he promised.

"Good!" I said, rustling with his unkempt, curly blonde hair.

He called me Ciro because he couldn't pronounce my real name, Christiana, just yet.

But, our happy times didn't last long.

I remember the day he came back more clearly than most days of my life. Spanner and I were in the Secret Lab when my real dad arrived. It was two weeks after my eighth birthday and Spanner was only four at the time.

I heard screaming and yelling coming from the house and told Spanner to stay back in case something was wrong.

I walked in to a horrible scene. My step-dad was lying dead on the floor with a bullet through his brain and my mom was kneeling over him, weeping uncontrollably.

"Mom...?" I asked, terrified.

She looked up at me with panicked eyes. "Go," she said. "Go! Run away!"

"Why...?" I asked, shakily, taking a step towards her.

"Just run, Christiana!" she shrieked.

"Is this her?" asked an unfamiliar voice with a strange accent. "Our daughter?"

I whirled around and saw my eyes staring back at me. It was my father.

"How dare you betray me!" he yelled at my mother. "This is what you deserve!"

I backed away from him and tried to find another way out of the house.

"Come with me, girl," he said, holding out his hand. "Or I kill your mother too."

"No!" she screamed.

"Mom!" I yelled as the man grabbed my hand.

"We go now!" he shouted, dragging me out the door.

Just as we got outside, I saw Spanner running towards us.

"Ciro!" he yelled. "Ciro! What's going on?"

"Who's this?" he demanded to know. "Is this her child with that stupid man?"

"Don't kill him!" I screamed, struggling out of his grip and running towards him. I put my hands on Spanner's shoulders and said, "Everything's going to be fine, ok? Just go back inside and-"

But my voice was cut short by the man grabbing my neck and dragging me back.

"Ciro!" he screamed, running after us.

"Don't follow!" my dad yelled back at him.

And that was the last time I saw Spanner. My dad and I jumped on a plane and he took me to Russia, where I'd spend the rest of my youth growing up in the Russian mob. (Yeah, I had to learn Russian.)

My dad wasn't a particularly important man to the mob, in fact, I was probably more important than him. He was just another gunman going on assassination jobs while I designed new guns and explosives for the top dogs.

I thought my dad was a terrible person at first, but he later turned out to be a cool guy. He wasn't an awful father. I actually quite enjoyed his presence, but I really missed my old family.

When I was twelve, I decided to do some digging on my family back in Italy. I found out that my mom died soon after the incident and Spanner went to go live with my grandpa who just so happened to be a mechanic nearby.

"At least he's with grandpa..." I told myself. "He'll be happy there."

Even though we were worlds apart, Spanner and I both knew that we wanted each other's company. His was my little brother and apprentice. And Dad could do nothing to change the fact I didn't have my brother.

And that's when I started causing trouble! I built explosives and set them off in important people's houses just for fun. I started bribing the other people helping me build things with vodka not to say anything to my dad or the top dogs in the mob. I had so much fun being bad that I started pranking my own dad.

He got really mad every time I'd slip three shots of vodka into his morning coffee, but I'd just laugh it off and go back to building more toys for myself.

I eventually dyed most of my hair pink when I was fourteen and left the ends orange just for fun and because pink was (and still is) my favorite color.

And that was my life for the longest time. I continued to build and improve upon my designs for the Russian mob weapons, bribe my coworkers with vodka, and prank everyone around me and get away with it.

When I was about twenty, I met the devil in college. I hadn't gone to school the whole time I grew up with my dad because he saw it pointless since I was already ten times smarter than the adults around me. But I longed for more interesting things, so I applied for one of the most elite engineering academies and got a full ride.

I met Shoichi first. He was a freshman too, but I was a couple years older than him. My Japanese was minimal when I first started college, but by the second week, I was fluent. Shoichi and I had most of our classes together, but he was too socially awkward to befriend me at first. Of course, it didn't help that I was very intimidating as an engineer and really fucking hot. Any boy would shy away from me. But, towards the middle of the year, we became friends.

He found a way to laugh at my twisted sense of humor and cruel jokes directed towards him and basically any other human being. This shy ginger made the horrible mistake of introducing me to one of his other friends, Byakuran.

Byakuran was charming at first and I began to grow really attached to him and Shoichi. We three were almost inseparable. The only time we weren't together was when those two went off to play a stupid game they invented called Choice.

They never let me play, but I knew I'd get them back someday. One time, I moved all of Shoichi's furniture in his dorm exactly three centimeters to the left. He was so confused when he went to class that morning, I almost lost it and gave it away. And he just lived like that for three months until I told him! He made me by him dinner for a week just for that prank.

Byakuran thought my silly antics were hilarious, but every time I'd prank him, he never said anything negative. They just kept increasing in severity as I tried to provoke feelings from him, but he still never mentioned them.

But one day, I went too far.

I switched out all of the sweets in his dorm for spam and bread.

That call was the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life. He was absolutely furious and threatened to report all of my pranks to the school if I didn't give it all back. I was just happy to get a reaction out of him, so I gave it all back much to his relief.

Byakuran and Shoichi never seemed bothered by my severe ADHD. I never got medication, but even still, my constant ramblings and interrupting people (including myself) never bothered them. But it was always lingering in my every-changing mind. What if they were secretly bothered with me? What if they secretly thought I was annoying? They were the only two friends I had so I didn't know what I'd do without them. But since they never said anything, I never asked.

It would be easy to say I struggled focusing on my school work, but I can't. I absolutely loved it and tried my hardest to focus on everything the professor said, but sometimes I just could help to let my mind wander. College was easy as pie for me. I even had time to help out Shoichi and Bykauran when they were struggling.

But when college was over, that's when Byakuran started to change. It almost in the blink of an eye how fast the old Byakuran was gone. He began to get more and more isolated from the two of us, and eventually stopped answering our calls.

Shoichi was really worried about him, but I thought he'd be alright.

It has almost been a year since either of us had seen him. I was about to go back to Russia because the family my dad worked for offered me a new position as the head of the technology department when I got a call from Byakuran.

"Yo?" I said. "What's up?"

"Hello, Christi-chan?" he asked. "Do you wanna meet up for some coffee later today?"

"Sure," I said. "Is the other ginger coming? Want me to call him?"

"No," he said sternly, but quickly regained his usual cheery air. "It'll just be the two of us!"

"You need to talk about something?" I asked.

"You could say that..." he said, giggling. "Well, see you at the usual place around six, is that ok?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, "I'll be there."

And when I got to the coffee shop, no one else was there. Not even people working there. That was my first red flag. Byakuran was sitting at one of the tables, waiting for me.

"Over here!" he said, waving me over.

I said down across from him in the booth and he smiled at me.

"It's been a long time," he said.

"Yep," I said, looking all around for another person. "Where is everyone...?"

"I got you a decaf latte, I hope that's ok," he said, dodging my question. "I know how you are with caffeine!"

"Thanks," I said. "So what did you want to talk about?"

I took the cup into my hands and he just stared at me.

"Hello?" I asked. "Earth to Byakuran?"

"Oh, yes," he said, regaining his normal smile. "I would like to offer you a job."

"A job?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"What would this job entail?" I asked. Bringing the cup closer to my lips.

He sat up, and put his elbows on the table. "I'm the boss of a mafia family, you see. I wanted to know if you would like to be the head of my Technology Division?"

"Sorry," I said, taking a sip of the coffee. "I already accepted a job back in Russia that's basically the same thing."

"You're taking my job," he said, narrowing his eyes as his voice became lower. "Whether you like it or not."

I felt something cold start to spread through my body.

"This is only a precaution," he said, smiling cheerily again. "You're rather unpredictable, you see? I can't have you doing silly things to the rest of my staff, that would just be too bad, wouldn't it?"

And that's when I became a robot! I was part of the White Spell branch of the Millefiore, directly under Byakuran's command. He basically had me build whatever toy or weapon he wanted and I had to follow his orders because I physically couldn't disobey him. But inside, I absolutely hated him and what he was doing to the world. Shoichi eventually joined the family and became very important. But, I was stuck behind the scenes as practically a robot programmed to build whatever I was told too.

One day Byakuran approached me. "You have a brother, right?" I nodded. "I've asked him to join my family to be one of your subordinates, isn't that great, Christi-chan?"

"Spanner?" I asked. "He's coming here?"

"Yep!" he said. "Isn't it exciting? Brother and sister united after all this time! But, of course, you're not allowed to talk to him. He might have more influence on the drug I gave you, so talking to him is a no-no!"

"Of course, Byakuran-sama," I said.

But what I wanted to say was, "What the hell? I haven't seen my brother in twenty years and now you say I'm not allowed to talk to him?! You're a cruel, evil, despicable, detestable bastard and I really want to punch you in the face."

Spanner didn't even know I existed, yet he was a part of the Millefiore. He innovated most of the Moscas, but I out-built the King Mosca with my own Queen Mosca (a much bigger, deadlier, and more pink version of King Mosca) but Byakuran demolished the plans and the first prototype because he felt they were too dangerous even for his plans of taking over the world.

It was such a boring job. I really wished I could've taken my Russian mob job, but that was impossible with a man of towering ambitions like Byakuran. At least while I was working under him, the drug temporarily stopped my ADHD so I was more efficient with my work and made little to no chaos around the base. He really took the fun out my life.

But, since none of that Millefiore shit technically happened, I was back in Russia at the beautiful age of eighteen when I got my memories from the parallel world.

It took about a week's worth of yelling and pleading for my dad to let me go to Japan by myself. But he never did allow me so I snuck out and put my plane ticket on the mob's tab. They gave me the credit card to purchase the materials I needed for building shit, so the only lesson they need to learn is never give a rebellious eighteen-year-old girl a credit card.

I could take care of myself, I said to myself. I wanted to get to know these Vongolas that took over the Millefiore. They seemed cool, and since I was cool, I figured we'd make a pretty badass team. I couldn't fight very well, but I was very useful strategized and weapons expert.

So there I was, walking along the streets of Namimori, Japan when I saw the middle school I remembered the current boss attended. I almost laughed at the sorry place, but I walked in despite feeling very out of place at a middle school.

That's when I heard a deep voice behind me say, "Trespassers will be bitten to death."

(I do not own KHR or any of the characters. This was made for entertainment purposes and no copyright is intended.)