『 La Sovrapposizione Nube di Varia 』

The Overlapping Cloud of Varia

Summary: Sakura Mikan is the Cloud member of Varia, namely Beelzebub, in the young age of eight. Having to deal with her friends without letting them know that she is part of the mafia and a ruthless killer to boot, How will she fare? Will they know or will she be able to keep her secret? Mikan!Varia Rated T for those characters who doesn't know how to control their mouths.

Disclaimers: I own nothing but the plot of this crossover.

Warning: Unbeta-ed and most probably OOC.

She wasn't breathing fine, she drew air in great necessity as she firmly grasped the side of her stomach in which was currently showering the earth with her blood. God, this was awful. Damn awful that she could not even begin to point at where it goes wrong, at where it goes rotten. Her pair of emerald beastly orbs was empty as it scrutinized at the falling lump of flesh she executed and her long brown waist-length hair was dangling from her side and back, drenched of the impure crimson blood of her enemies.

'Yes', She nodded, 'I need a fine hot bath.'

She started to walk like her stomach wasn't opened. The multiple chains hanging inside her pitch black coat exiting from the rim of her wrists continuously made dragging sounds as it too, was drenched in blood.

A bad day. She thought. She was injured from eradicating a Famiglia when normally, she isn't. Her outfit is ruined and the boss was so gonna be in a rotten mood when she returns on the castle. 'I probably need to steel my arms so that if some random beer bottle accidentally flies, I would be fine... Hurting, but still fine.'

She nodded again. She then slumped into a sitting position and jumped so high that her feet touched the branch of the large and tall tree, hopping from tree to tree afterwards to prevent consuming more time. Her facial expression was neutral, it was as if she did not know how to smile, to cry or to laugh and even recognize pain. She did not wince nor twitched from the hole embedded on her gut.

She is the cloud of Varia and no other. A descent of Japanese and residing on the Kansai Region but questionably currently in Sicily, Italy, indulging on the Mafia society as one of the Independent Assassination Squad of Vongola, Varia's key members.

And to think that she was merely an 8 year old little girl.

She landed her wristwatch a gaze, 'Oh great, I'm gonna be skinned.'

"Voiiii! Where's Beelzebub?! DON'T TELL ME SHE HASN'T COME BACK YET?!" A long-haired swordsman shouted as if all people on premises was deaf. "THAT GODDAMN USELESS BASTARD!" The said man continuously flailed his sword in the air, his silver hair following his every action, his brows scrunched and his pair of silver sharp panes fixed at the others currently in the room, doing particularly nothing.

"Ushishi, she's late, how rare. Maybe she died?" A boy with golden hair and a crown seated on the side of his head, grinned with all his teeth showing, implying that he was greatly amused. He always was amused.

"That's strange, Mikan-chan should have been back by now~" A transvisi- A muscled man with girly demeanor worriedly commented. "But It's okay~ I will H-E-A-L her if she comes back with a few wounds.~" He added in the most improper voice a man could ever have.

"No, thank you." A hoarse but tiny feminine voice replied, making all the heads turn to the subject in question.

"Speaking of the devil.." A hooded baby with triangular upside down mark printed on his face spoke.

"What took you long?" A man with spiky hair, slanted eyes and beard on his chin started his query. Both his hands folded in his chest as he stood majestically with all his glory.

"There were a few hoes who had backbones." She replied quietly, coughing blood afterwards and catching the crimson liquid with her tiny gloved hand. "And it hurts, may I take a bath?"

The only man who had not said anything in the room clicked his tongue in displeasure, opening his tightly closed slanted eyes which bore a pair of devilish red hues. "Trash." The man glowered, throwing a plate with chicken on the Cloud guardian as the latter, seeing the incoming flying dish, avoided it as it smashed on the wall.

Mikan Sakura was not lucky today. "I'm sorry." She murmured in the most bland and monotonous voice that it didn't even sound apologetic anymore. "As I have explained earlier, there were a few hoes that had backbon-" She was trying.

"VOIII! DID YOU COMPLETE THE MISSION?! IF YOU HADN'T, I'LL MINCE YOU!" The loud swordsman, Superbi Squalo, screamed, cutting the young girl's words, his voice booming on the room and pointing his sword at the other.

Mikan felt her veins popping, but it did not surface in her demeanor and facial expression nonetheless. "I shouldn't be here if that was the case. God, could you please shut up when I reason the whole ordeal out. I couldn't do anything with the Vindice interfering. Those annoying bandaged bastards popped out of nowhere and deflected my chains with theirs."

The girly man, Lussuria, chuckled, "Oh my~ She's starting to speak fast, I can see that she's fairly annoyed." He then gaped at the hole on the girl's stomach, "Oh no!~ You're hurt."

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it." Mikan replied nonchalantly and avoided a flying wine glass, the thing following the dish earlier; smashed up on the wall.

"Did you say the Vindice, trash?" The man with crimson eyes, Xanxus suppressed his laughter but was proved useless when resounded with great evil-like intensity.

"WHAT'S SO FUNNY, DAMN BOSS?!" Squalo asked in his usual loud way, his expression perplexed and so are the others who were in the room.

Mikan narrowed her eyes, "You do seem to like that idea but I do not. The involvement of Vindice is very inconvenient, specifically on the missions." She then opened the window, intending to jump backwards while facing them, "I'm gonna leave again to Japan. My grandpa is a bit furious that I keep disappearing for a month or two now,so- Ciao."

"Wait, you trash," Xanxus glowered, his smile obliterated and replaced with a scowl, " I need you 6 days from now, so be back or I'll skin you alive." He then hmmp-ed and closed his eyes once again.

"Eh, are you sure~ I thought you wanted to take a bath~ I'll heal your wounds afterwards so why not stay her for a day?" Lussuria suggested, shaking his waist side-to-side, receiving an eye-twitch from Mikan.

"No, I'll have to decline that offer. I need to return as soon as possible. It was rather wrong of me to forget that." Mikan then jumped down from the 4th floor of the white castle which was currently the headquarters of Varia.

She landed gracefully, making her seem feather-weight before her feet became intact on the hard soil. She stepped her left feet backwards and made her boost her already non-average jump and in a lightning speed. When mid-air she stepped on nothing but boosted still, and flew on the speed of light, her direction was pointed at none other than: Japan.

Author's note: I don't know how will this turn out to be honest. This plot just popped out of my mind and I'm unable to forget it. Anyway, I still have many stories to work on, or if I count, I haven't even finished a single story except for the one-shot I made. My grammars might have been bad since I'm too bashful to get myself a beta-reader. Anyways, please Review, Favorite or Follow. I would appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.