A/N: In response to the positive reviews to my One-Shot, The Way of the Bovino I bring you the back story/chaptered story!
FIC IMAGE ISN'T MINE
It belongs to the lovely delfee on DA, and is called Taurus
WARNINGS!
SI OC
(The self-insert in question will have similarities to myself, but is not really me, and so, will not react to certain situations the way I would in real life)
Reincarnation
(On an added note, any and all religious connotations to the process of reincarnation are my own, and used here for creative purposes, and not, in any way, to be interpreted as the "True" or an "Attack" on anyone's beliefs. This note may seem obvious, but I've seen people on this site attack authors for the slightest hint that they're trying to disprove others beliefs. It's very sad, and I want there to be NO misunderstandings here. Thank you.)
Misuse of Canonical Information/Abilities
(I literally never finished the Daily Life Arc in the Manga, and watched TWO episodes of the anime. Most of my information is from the Wikia and Fanfiction, so certain things will be completely mine or my version of those events. If you're a die-hard KHR fan, please, don't bombard me with "That's not how that works!" messages, or correct me on my info. Imma do dis mah way, y'all can do it y'alls way. We'll all be happier if we can avoid any arguments about this stuff.)
A Sister's Prerogative
Prologue
Death isn't too bad, you know. There was no bright light, no Grim Reaper, no hellfire and brimstone, no dead ancestors waiting for me or anything like that. It was, well…
Boring. Disappointing. Bland.
In fact, all I know is that I was stuck, standing there in my living room, having "woken up" there, already standing, body nowhere in sight. I almost thought it was a fucked up dream, but…
Well, the blood on the floor had never been there before.
It was about this time that I realized I couldn't move, and that I wasn't really standing at all. I had no body, no see-through shape, nothing. I couldn't "will" myself any direction, couldn't really physically feel anything. It was very disorienting, and uncomfortable.
At about this time, the TV turned on. Now, considering we didn't have electricity at the moment (which made the fact I'd died during a robbery even more ludicrous for me), this was rather disturbing. But, then the "movie" started.
I watched my whole life go through from beginning to death.
October 25th 1993, the second daughter of Tori Harrison, I was named Keren. My older sister, Shamara, was five years old. We had different dads, neither of which were in the picture anymore. I watched myself grow for a sped-up seven years, before my little sister Helvia was born (I swear, my mother had ridiculous name ideas. I mean, my name meant Animal's Horn, Shamara's meant Ready for Battle, and Helvia's meant Blond Hair, which fit her since she was blond…). I watched myself go through school, my mother's slow decline into a prescription drug-addict, my older sister's failure of a marriage and the birth of my niece and nephew (Little Katrina and Alexander. Nice, normal names, thank God). My little sister's bipolar freak-outs.
The thing about being a middle child in a three-kid household is that, usually, you're not able to pick sides. You're not the First Born, who your mom had to learn everything from, or the precious baby, who got away with things you didn't even dream of trying when you were a kid. No, you were the one that mom called her "Switzerland", her little neutral party, who all sides could talk to and not feel like they're being attacked.
Being Switzerland sucks, okay? I was never able to just decide or agree with anyone. Everyone wanted me as an Impartial Witness and all the bullshit. It was exhausting, and horribly stressful, especially when my mother and sisters never got along longer than twenty minutes.
I watched myself half-ass my way through high school, my minor OCD and concussion-caused ADHD symptoms (that was a horrible ice-skating field trip. The ambulance was way too loud and the EMT looked like he was Puck from that old movie, Merlin), paired with a relatively high IQ, making me get bored easily and turn my attention away from the lesson to other more interesting things.
Huh.
Just realized Sherlock, from the BBC TV show, and I had similar responses to boredom…
Weird…
I watched myself barely graduate, then waste two-years; before I went on to get my Certified Nursing Assistant certificate. Watched myself spend another two years, struggling to find a job. Having to move back in with my mother after she tried to kill herself.
And, finally, I watched myself get stabbed five times in the stomach and chest by one of my mom's "friends" when I woke up to him trying to steal stuff from us for his next fix.
I bled out in minutes, and then I was gone.
It was a depressing life, all things considered, and I felt so much regret, for all that time wasted. I felt regret for not doing my best, for not protecting my little sister from our mother's shenanigans so she wouldn't turn out so much like her pothead little friends. Regret for not being able to work as hard as I could, to help my family. For not being strong enough, fast enough, smart enough.
So much regret…
A bright light enveloped my vision, but it did nothing to dilute the regret I felt. There was a bright, blinding light, accompanied by a frigid, horrible coldness, before I lost consciousness.
OoOoO
My sense of self didn't fully return for almost a year. It came in fits a bursts before then. Blurry images and cooing voices in a language I vaguely recognized as Italian (I'd though it was Spanish, at first, because some of the words sounded so similar, but then I'd heard the word 'sono' multiple times, and I knew that was Italian for I am/I'm so…). It didn't take me long, when consciousness returned, to realize I'd been reincarnated. Baby things and baby fingers and blurry giants who baby-talk (God, that is so fucking annoying. I vow to never again use it with children or animals, and only use it on my enemies.)… Well, all these things tend to scream: "YOU'RE A BABY", so, yeah.
Reincarnated.
Well, I guess I'm Italian now.
Cool.
OoOoO
Oh my fucking God.
I'm in an anime… Or a manga…
What the fuck.
I don't know shit about Katekyo Hitman Reborn, outside of people's names and vague personality profiles! I read and write FanFictions, for fucks sake! Until I actually saw the Avengers I thought Jane was dead because of this! Shit! Fuck! Mafia! I can't shoot a gun worth a shit! Oh fuck, oh shit!
I didn't even know Lambo had a sister!
God damn it, why couldn't I have been reincarnated into Harry potter?! I know everything about that! That's my expert geeky area! Hell, send me to Naruto! I never got past the manga where Orochi-pedo and Kabu-bug became "one" but I still know more about that then KHR!
Damn it!
"Marieta, mi bellissimo figlia!"* a flamboyant voice sang, and in flounced my 'father', Evencio Bovino. He looked kind of like a plumper version of the grown-up Lambo from the pictures I'd looked up to put faces to names in the fanfiction I'd been reading. His eyes were a bright blue, however, while Lambo's, and my mother's (Viviana, who was a pretty blond woman who was a little bit of an air-head, but I had a feeling she knew more than she let on), were a bright green.
Suddenly, I found myself up in the air, lifted by Evencio's large hands, and spun around as he babbled on about how wonderful a daughter I was (or, at least that's what I caught).
I'm going to be sick, I tried to say, knowing only unhappy gurgles escaped; Evencio seemed to understand, thankfully, and stopped spinning around. He cooed at me and carried me away, out of my room (which was filled with cows, which was pretty awesome considering cows are kick-ass, but kinda creepy at the same time). As he carried me down the hallway of the Bovino House, I peered around cautiously, taking in the many cow-print wearing Mafioso and other family members, until we reached a dark door. Evencio knocked briefly, but entered quickly after, carrying me into the office beyond.
The man sitting behind the large mahogany desk was in his late fifties, with gray-streaked black hair, sharp gray eyes, and exhaustion coiling around his frame like an old friend. He was wearing a black suit, with a white vest and black dress-shirt. His tie was the standard Bovino cow-pattern, with a gold pin that was shaped like the head of a bull. The old man looked up, and a small, tired smile curled his lips.
"Evencio," he greeted warmly; my father beamed.
"Papa!" he exclaimed, and pranced forward to plop me rather ungracefully into what was apparently my grandfather's lap. "Meet your nipote!" I found myself staring up at my grandpa, as he cradled me gently and scolded my father for being rough with me. When he turned those sharp gray eyes to mine, he smiled, and it lifted away some of the stress-wrinkles on his face. Without any hesitation, I grinned back, baring my toothless gums and making the old man chuckle.
"And does my nipote have a name, Evencio?" the man asked, still smiling as he laid my frail body against his thighs, and played with my hands gently, letting me grip his fingers.
"Si, Papa!" My father chirped, beaming. "Meet Marieta Alessia Bovino! Marieta, meet your Nonno, Bovino Settimo, Sergio Bovino!" My grandfather (oh shit, I'm related to the Don of my Mafia Family, God damn it, my paranoia is going to be so fucking extreme it won't even be funny) chuckled again.
"Your Papa is silly, Marieta," he crooned, and smirked as Evencio squawked indignantly. "Of course, he's the youngest of my seven sons, and daughters, except little Carina, but even she is more mature." My mind just stalled for a second, and, suddenly, I took notice of the picture hanging on the wall behind my grandpa's chair as my father spazzed out and began to babble in rapid Italian.
There was a picture of Grandpa and what must have been Grandma, surrounded by seven young men (one of them my Papa) and four women.
...
Eleven children...
Poor Grandma...
But, no, seriously, are the Bovino's the Italian version of the Weasleys? Or, wait, are we Greek?
...
Okay, that last bit came out a bit too racist to me, for some reason, so let's just leave it at Italian!Weasleys, okay?
Good.
...
Motherfucking reincarnation BULLSHIT!
I DEMAND A RE-DO!
A/N: First chapter! Enjoy!
VOCAB
*Marieta, mi bellissimo figlia! – Marieta, my beautiful daughter! (I'm using my Visual Italian-English dictionary)
Evencio – Latin for Successful
Viviana – Italian for Full of Life, Lively, or Alive
Nipote – Granddaughter
Alessia - Italian for Defender (So, her full name means Grace and Beauty Defender Cattle... She's a graceful and beautiful protector cow, yissss, is good XD)
Nonno - Italian for Grandfather
Sergio - Italian for Attendant or Servant (I figured, he has to do what's best for the Family, and therefore attend to the family, so why not?)