Hello, Minna-san! It's Ryca here, with Malo! I suddenly had an idea stuck in my head, so I decided to write it out! I'm not sure if this idea will work out, but I'll try my best, at least.

Summary: As a member of the Neve Famiglia, an enemy of the Vongola, Makoto gets shot during her mission and loses her consciousness. Things get more absurd when she wakes up to find herself... in the Vongola Mansion?

Rating: T for language, swearing, you get the point XP...

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman REBORN! Only the OCs, and the Neve Famiglia.

Piercing pain went through his stomach. The pain quickly spread from its source, temporarily making the man freeze in his tracks. However, like a professional hitman he was, he only let out a barely inaudible grunt and continued striding in long steps, swiftly shooting a bullet at the direction the previous one came from. He stopped for a mili-second, listening. Someone let out a hiss of pain, then a thud of a falling body told him the bullet had found its target.

He quickly moved his hand to his stomach, checking his own wound. He winced slightly as his fingers found the remains of the destroyed tissue. Dark blood streamed out of his wound steadily. A slight glint told him the bullet was embedded deep inside his tissues.

"Screw that, heh." The man laughed sarcastically.

Soon, brisk steps echoed from around the corner, and the wounded man tensed, gun held ready in his cold hands. Damn, he cursed inwardly, for he realized he was not in a good shape for a fight. Nevertheless, he fixed his eyes ahead, the barrel pointed forward, ready to fire anytime.

The steps' echoes were getting closer, and in a few seconds, a lean woman with dark brown hair and green eyes came into view. The man visibly relaxed, and let out a sigh.

"You surprised me there, Michaela." The woman turned her head around sharply, her hand unconsciously tightening around her own gun. Then, she noticed the familiar voice, and smirked. "Yo, Kurokami. Looking reeeaaalllyy battered up there, ya know?"

The man rolled his eyes at the woman, no, Michaela's tone, and retorted rather playfully, "At least I killed five more men than you, Mi-kasu."

Kurokami and Mi-kasu were nicknames. The actual name of "Kurokami" was Kurowake Namatsu, and "Mi-kasu" was actually Jushiro Michaela. Michaela was born in Italy, but her dad was a Japanese, so she had a Japanese last name and an Italian first name. Also, that was why she was able to give Kurowake his nickname.

The chattered rather childishly for a few minutes, so I decided to walk out. They instantly had their gun aimed at me, as expected, then lowered it after recognizing my face in the dim light. "Makoto!" Michaela exclaimed, running over to me. She threw her arms around me and I hugged her as well. Namatsu grumbled some inaudible words and some of them suspisciously sounded like "practically no brain, that woman."

I glared daggers at him, and slapped him upside the head. Michaela giggled at the sight of Namatsu rubbing his sorry head, which must've hurt a lot, since I slapped him artfully on the exact same spot I've hit him a few hours ago, before this whole mission started.

As we sat down on the gray, cold concrete floor, Namatsu huffed out a breath. "How did you even get here, anyways?" He asked irratably, adding, "annoying woman" under his breath. I smirked and told him, "Idiot, I was there the whole time."

Stupid Namatsu paused, probably willing his brain to recall any part of his memory that contained me in it. Obviously he found none. He started fuming, probably annoyed at himself for not being able to recognize my detect me. He "che"-ed haughtily, and propped his chin on his palm, his face scrunched up in a small frown. Suddenly, he winced, his movements jostling the wound and pulling it to attention. Michaela, who was sitting cross-legged beside him, gasped and ducked her head to take a better look at his wound.

Namatsu quickly muttered something about a stupid bullet, and turned his head away in embarrassment, but Michaela had already taken a look at the wound. She started tearing her hankerchief to small strips, making some coarse, makeshift bandage. I looked worriedly at Namatsu. "You okay?"

"I would've been if you had warned me before I got shot." Namatsu shot back angrily, annoyed that he was the only one who got shot – at least directly.

"I assumed you had already noticed, dumbass." Even though I hissed that out to Namatsu, I almost ran out to shoot the attacker myself when he was hit. Namatsu read my mixed expression of annoyance and guilt, and smirked slightly, but the pain of his wound made him grimace again.

When Michaela was done patching him up – which involved a lot of cursing and physical attacks, by the way – we stood up, getting ready for the next step of the plan. I glanced at my watch. Namatsu raised his eyebrow. "So," I started, "It's about time we catch up with boss, right?"

"Sure," Michaela said, shrugging, "The back corridor was clear when I checked."

"But we should constantly check for enemies in the way since we're going up the front corridor." Namatsu stated thoughtfully. I nodded. No harm in being cautious during ambush missions, right?

All of a sudden, a sound caught my attention, and I raised my hand, silencing the two hitman in front of me. I listened intently. Tap, tap, tap... They were footsteps. Combat boots, I thought grimly. No mistaking that noise.

"Heh, seems like we got company, guys." I said, in a rather cheerful tone, masking my annoyance. We silently slipped out our pistols without making any noise. I rolled my eyes at Michaela, who was grinning in anticipation – yeah, I know, bloodthirsty and bitchy female hitmen and their guns – and said with a dark smile, "Let's get this done in five minutes."

"Damned effing bastards," I hissed under my breath. We killed the troops that came the first time, but the next troop arrived, we killed them again, and they came again, and so on. So, long story short, we were now backed up against the door of the enemy boss' room after dodging a lot of lethal shots that could've handled our dead asses to the enemy. Michaela, Namatsu, and I were suffering some considerable wounds by now, but we were determined to buy time for our boss to take action. I glanced at my watch again. Hmm... Five, four, three, two...

An unmistakable sound of a gunshot rang out, coming from inside the room that was behind us. We smirked, looking at each other and winking.

Without hesitating, I burst open the door behind us, pushed everyone in, and locked the door before the troops could follow. A lot of banging and swearing followed, but soon, the door went silent. I turned around slowly, breathing heavily. In front of me, across the room, stood a man in a business suit, his back to us, and in front of him, was a dead man sitting on an armchair, a bullet embedded in his no-longer-beating heart. The standing man had pitch-black hair, and clear turquiose eyes. He was drop-dead handsome, at least that's what Michaela told me. But the only thing that came to my mind now was immense relief.

"Yo, boss!" I said cheerfully – even though I was bleeding in exactly 8 places – and our boss, Kietra Setz, turned around, grinning. "Yo, Makoto." He said in a cool voice. He was normally a cold person, but when it came to our Famiglia, he was the warmest, always. Heh, and ideal boss, huh?

Michaela and Namatsu slapped high-fives, and smirked at each other. Michaela's brown hair and Namatsu's dark silver one glinted in the sunlight filtering through the crack between the drawn curtains at the side of the wall. The boss smiled warmly at them and said, "Great job. And I have another good news; Ricasa and Edward should be arriving soon, too."

Namatsu froze, his goofy, happy expression quickly changing into one of disgust and anger. He held his fist threateningly. Setz and I looked quizzically at him, taken aback by the sudden change of his mood. He explained between clenched teeth, "That bastard Ricasa robbed me of a hundred and fifty euros!" At his angry shout, Michaela couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Leiate Ricasa was one of our Famiglia members, but he was on a business trip to france. It's been two years since we last saw him. Apparently, he had 'borrowed' a few hundred euros from Namatsu and had flew off to France.

"Hey, Setz, what about Edward?" with a smile on my face, I asked, half expecting the answer. Well, Cain Edward was famous in the Cosa Nostra(Mafia) for his ability to hide his true identity and deceive people. After all, he had pledged himself to Setz and entered our Famiglia after he had failed in an attempt to spy some information from us. As expected, Setz had already seen through him and stopped him before he could inflict any damage on us. Breaking into my thoughts, Setz answered, "He's been on a mission to spy from a Mafia Famiglia in Sicily."

"Which one?" I asked. There was a pause. I cocked my head to the side.

"Vongola." Setz replied, no, more like, admitted. In contrast to his casual tone, my eyes widened. "You're crazy!"

Setz just smiled.

"That's no surprise, is it?" Michaela broke in dryly, her face darkening.

She obviously didn't have good feelings for Edward. Before he got found out by Setz, Edward had grown close to Michaela, unintentionaly deceiving her. She naturally felt disappointed and betrayed afterwards when she received the news that Edward was actually a spy. So even though Edward was now pledged to our Famiglia, the Neve(=snow), Michaela still acted very icily towards him.

"Let's get out of here, then," said Namatsu, detecting Michaela's mood darkening after the mention of the hitman. Setz nodded, and I opened the huge oak double doors in which we came through before, and checked for troops. "Nah, there's no one here," I said, but still cautiously, Setz walked out, Namatsu and Michaela followed, and I brought up the rear. Everyone slipped out their guns from the inner pockets of their suits, getting serious again.

We walked in tense silence, but thankfully, there were no further attempt to murder us through ambush.

We finally relaxed a bit when we reached the steel front doors of the building. "Guess the remaining men all ran away when you killed the boss, Kietra." Namatsu commented as he pulled open the double doors for us. Beyond the gates, a few ten yards away, we could see the two very familiar-looking silhouettes of men approaching us.

My face broke into a relaxed grin. Setz's did too.

They were Edward and Ricasa.

"Heh, so they arrived a little faster than normal," I said, my mood brightening drastically both because we finished the mission without any casualties – at least not huge ones that threatens your life – and our Famiglia was back into place once again.

How naïve.

A sudden gunshot rang out behind me, and almost in the same time, I felt a blazing pain in my left shoulder blade, dangerously close to my heart. I jerked my head around to look at the attacker, but my eyes were getting fuzzy, so all I could see was the black outline of a big man. Dim shouting started to fill my ears in a roar, and I could feel my thoughts getting hazy and incoherent. I noticed Edward and Ricasa running toward me. The world took a 180 degree turn as my legs gave out under way, and I felt strangely light when my body met the ground with a small thud that jolted my head. I could feel hot blood flowing out of my body and it painted the ground red, but strangely, I felt ice cold. The last thing I saw before the darkness engulfed me was Setz's horror-stricken expression.

Setz's POV

I watched in disbelief as Makoto slowly fell to the ground. Her face was scrunched up in pain as I ran to her. Her breath was coming in short gasps. My brain was unable to process the situation unfolding in front of me. Why was she the one who had to get shot? Useless questions, but I couldn't care less. Blood kept pouring out of her wound even when I was holding her, coating my hands crimson.

"Ma-Makoto..." I whispered hoarsely with a sinking feeling in my stomach. Her warm brown eyes were quickly losing focus and getting hazy. Four simultaneous sounds of gunshots alerted me, and I looked up quickly, to see the ambusher going down with four bullets embedded in his heart, which everyone except Makoto and I shot at the same time. Then Famiglia members urgently ran towards us, similar masks of horror on their faces. Without a word, Michaela quickly knelt down and reached out to hold Makoto's cold hands in her warm ones. Namatsu whipped out a cellphone and dialed the emergency troop of our Famiglia. There was a hint of panic in his voice. Blood trickled out of Makoto's mouth as life started to leave her body.

And I was just about to think things were going too well.

Makoto's POV

"Uhh..." I opened my eyes, my head feeling like it was filled with bullshit crap-load. It felt even worse than a hangover. I could see the blank white ceiling above me. I blinked slowly, and raised one hand to rub my throbbing temple, but was stopped by a tugging feeling on my right arm. I slowly turned my head to the side, ignoring the protesting screams from my neck muscles. Oh, wow. I had an IV plugged to my wrist. Damn, needles. The least favorite thing in the whole effing world.

Annoyed, I forced out the tube from my skin with blunt force, carelessly wiping the trail of blood it brought. I flung the IV roughly over the edge of my bed, but unfortunately, it hit someone's head, who was sitting beside my bed. I waited for him(is it a she?) to react, but he/she didn't, so I decided to sit up. After a few tries, I was able to do it and I could see a whole lot better.

I realized the person sitting next to my bed had long white hair, but I couldn't see his/her facial features cause he/she was nodding his head, dozing off. I stared at the person for a while, then mentally concluded that he/she was probably someone from the emergency squad.

Haha. Guess what I did next. No, of course I didn't gently shake him awake. For heaven's sake, I'm Shibe Makoto, the Mafioso famous for her retarded jackass behavior. Instead, I actually pushed over the stool the dozing person was sitting on.

CRASH!

The person – who turned out to be a man, to my surprise – sprung to his feet, his sword out in an instant. His eyes met mine and we looked at each other for a few seconds. Then his forehead crumpled in a frown.

"VOOOOIIIII! What the hell you think you're doing, trash?" He shouted in an impossibly loud voice.

I stared at him for another second. "Oh, you were a man?" I asked bluntly, bemused.

Creases on his forehead became deeper. "VOOOOOIIII! What do you mean by that? Did you hurt your head? Can't you recognize your own brother?"

Brother? What the hell was he talking about?

"Brother? My ass. Stop shouting your head off and tell me who you are, Rapunzel. And this time, let's use inside voices, shall we?" I drawled, making a vein on the VOI person's forehead pop out. I smirked in mirth. He was a lot like Namatsu, to my glee.

THWACK!

"Ite! WHAT THE EFF WAS THAT FOR, VOI-MAN?" I shouted in alarm, my volume nearing his. He slapped me upside the head. Damn, his hands were strong!

"I'm your dear fucking brother, you trash! Stop acting like a geezer and get outta bed!" Tuning out whatever the white-haired Rapunzel was saying, I stuck my tongue out. Immature, I know. Give me a break, will ya?

He was about to thwack me again when a voice called out from outside the door.

"Arara! Squ-chan, stop bothering Seina-chan and report to the boss!" His voice was annoying and girly, but I let it go since he(whoever it was) saved me before this Squalo guy brained me. Even, huh?

"Oi, Lussuria! Call the emergency squad and ask them if there's anything wrong with this woman! I think she has memory loss or something!" Squalo called out, gave me a last glare – which made me laugh – then opened the door and walked away, grumbling in frustration. As soon as he got out, an avant-garde looking man with green side-swept bangs ran into my room with a ridiculous posture. It reminded of a mother hen. Ew.

"Seina-chan~~~~" Upon hearing those words, I stuck my fist out in impulse, catching him squarely in his face.

He crumpled to the ground. I made a face, disgusted. As he eventually stood up, blood gushing out of his nose – I think I broke his nose, actually – he exclaimed(still in that gay voice), "Ahhh! Seina-chan, as lively as always. I was really surprised when you were carried here unconscious."

I was confused. "Who are you talking about, and what is this place?" I asked, helplessly lost. Who is Seina? I'm Makoto, very nice to meet you.

Lussuria frowned, and looked at me as if I've grown a second head without me knowing it. "Don't you remember at all? You passed out during training and you were in a coma for 3 days straight. For your impossibly absurd question, why, this is the Varia HQ that's located in the Mansion of the Vongola Famiglia, in Italy. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

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