Disclaimer: I wish I owned Reborn and all the wonderful character but I still do not. How sad.
"Date il benvenuto, Hibari Kira."
I don't know why I decided to come to Italy but I was tired of Japan. It was a small place. I loved it but I didn't want to be caged. I wanted to do whatever I want and the thing I wanted the most was to see the world. But I didn't get to choose where I went.
I was originally going to go to China to see Fon… but Fon suggested that I go to America or Europe. A lot of things happened including my very kind benefactor who paid for my whole study abroad time but in the end, I'm in Italy. I didn't want to go to school… I just wanted to see the world but this was the cheapest and easiest way for me to get out of Japan so I took my chances.
But who am I? I'm no one important but I suppose this is my story so I'll make a quick introduction. My name is Hibari Kira. Age: 11 (At this point in my tale). Height: Don't ask, I won't answer. Weight: 32 kg. (No don't imagine my height from there) Hair color: Black. Eye Color: Violet. Hobbies: Fighting, Eating, Sleeping. Favorite food: Meat.
I'm as simple as a person can get. If you call me short, I kill you. If you judge my strength based on what you see, you'll be in for a world of pain. And if you think that because I'm a woman I can't beat you up, then I'll prove you wrong. If you haven't guessed by now, I'm the older sister of Hibari Kyoya who is still in elementary school at the start of my tale here.
Anyways, back to our story. I don't speak Italian so I don't understand anything any of these people are saying to me. I wanted nothing more than to go home and see my precious brother, Kyoya. But I chose to come here to pursue my dreams of seeing the world so I sat through hours worth of school, not understanding a single word of the lecture that the boring teacher was giving.
Lunch time came and the thousands of people who tried to talk to me, were all beaten to a pulp. I hate crowds and I hate people. It disgusts me. So when the bell rang at the end of the school day, I got up and left before any other idiots could make an attempt to talk to me.
On the way out of the building, there are huge double doors, I reached for the handle to open the door but someone was already opening it from the other side. The boy that opened the door was just blocking my way and staring at me in an extremely strange way. I stared back in an equally strange way.
"VOI! Ottenere outta la strada!" He barked, his voice ringing in my ears.
I can't understand what he's saying but that voice merits a beating. I clenched my fists and slammed one of them into his face…. or I tried but he had good reflexes. I was interested in the herbivore that moved that quickly compared to all the other looneys in this school. So I did something that I do all the time and picked a fight with him. Strange thing is… there was a teacher around but he didn't try to stop us. It was unlike any school I had previously attended.
People gathered around as I dropped my bags and the boy dropped his. We ended up beating each other black and blue before he held up a hand, telling me to wait for a moment.
He took a deep gasping breath and then roared, "VOIII! Chi sei tu? Quale famiglia sei?"
"I don't understand a word you're saying." I snorted, "I only want to bite you to death."
"Japanese?! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT FROM THE START?!"
Oh. He speaks Japanese. …. How? Why?
"Who are you? What Family are you in?" He snapped.
"It's rude to ask for my name without giving yours." I don't have to tell this guy anything.
"I'm Superbi Squalo! Vongola Family! And you, scum?!"
"Hibari Kira." If I tell him my name, will he fight me some more?
"No affiliation?!"
"No." Ridiculous. Why would I be affiliated with anything or anyone? I hate them all. My last name affiliates me with the only people I would ever want to be with. My brother, Hibari Kyoya.
"VOII! That's ridiculous! YOU'RE A LIAR!" He screamed.
Okay. Never mind. I never want to see this guy again. He talks too loudly. I turned to glare at all the people crowded around to watch our fight, "I'll bite you all to death for crowding."
People started to run as soon as I knocked out the first person and soon the crowd of people was gone.
"Hey! What class are you?!" Squalo growled as I turned to leave.
"I'm a first year." I waved over my shoulder, "Don't come looking for me, herbivore."
He didn't come looking for me for a while. I was bored with life here and I wanted nothing more than to go home. I'll never admit it but… I was lonely. I missed Kyoya and I wanted to go home and eat hamburger steak with him.
I was in a bad mood on a Friday afternoon. I've been here all week and people are starting to get the picture. I'm strong, they're not. They should all stay away from me if they don't want to be bitten to death. I made my way to the front of the school and pushed my way out of the gates. I spotted something that I could take my pent up anger out on. A crowd. A crowd of bullies, yes, but a crowd nonetheless.
"Hey." They heard my voice and paused in their bullying, the boy on the floor beneath their feet was still curled up in pain.
"Chi diavolo sei?!" Again with their gibberish. I've been here all week and the only Italian that I've learned is 'Vai via!' meaning 'Go away!' and 'Smettere di affollamento' meaning 'Stop crowding.' Can you tell that I don't speak Italian very well?
I didn't say another word. I just beat them silly and left them begging for mercy. The boy that they were bullying just watched me in awe. I didn't try to talk to him, I didn't even look at him for too long. I just walked away.
"Grazie!" He called out after me, scrambling after me after picking up all his bag and all his books, "Sono Dino Cavallone. Lei?"
"Vai via." I muttered.
"Cerchiamo di essere amici." He grinned at me childishly, "Per favore?"
"No." No means no in every language. Seriously. It works no matter where you go.
His smile disappeared, "Il tuo nome?"
I don't understand what he's saying so I just ignored him.
"Young Master, she's Japanese." Mustache? An old man… No… a middle-aged man. He speaks Japanese. He smiled at me kindly, "I'm Romario. Thank you for taking care of our young master. He gets bullied often."
"I didn't do it for thanks. I hate people who crowd around so I bit them all to death." I said simply.
Dino Cavallone or whatever his name was shouted something in Italian, making Romario chuckle.
"Our young master wants to know your name." The mustached man said.
"It's none of his business. I have no business telling someone who can't ask for himself. I don't like herbivores." I snorted and for some reason, Romario cleaned out his ears.
"Excuse me?" He asked, confused, "My Japanese must be failing me but did you just say that you dislike herbivores?"
"Yes." Does he have a problem with that?
"Is that an insult in Japanese or some sort of slang?"
"No. It's a plant-eating, weak animal." I don't want to talk to this guy anymore. So I walked away ignoring all of their protests and screams to allow them to pay me back or something like that.
The next morning, Dino's was waiting for me outside my small apartment in a trashy little car. He rolled down the window and smiled at me, saying in broken Japanese, "Co-Come here. I-I will dr-drive you."
"No." I said simply and continued my walk to school, Dino's car following me slowly. What a stalker. I want him to go die. Why is he following me and where did he get my address?
He talked to me everyday, discovered where I live, figured out my name, and told me various things about himself like how he was a second year or how he was always tripping and falling over everything. Morning, lunch time, after school, walking home, etc. The only time he didn't talk to me after school was when he was getting bullied. I discovered that a few weeks later.
When I was alone after school on a Friday afternoon, I found myself actually curious as to where Dino was since this was usually the time when he starts to stalk me home. I didn't see him that day, nor did I see him on the following Monday after school or Tuesday. I let curiosity get the better of me on Wednesday and I went to find him. He was behind the old sports shed, getting beaten silly by a group of herbivores holding various instruments. So I beat them all to a pulp. Not to save Dino, but because I was irritated by their crowding and herbivorous ways.
"Kira?" Dino saw me and he started bawling like a baby, rubbing his bloody face with his even more bloody hands, "It's not fair."
I froze. For some unidentifiable reason, I didn't want him to cry anymore. I was so used to seeing Dino smile that I didn't even want to believe that he could cry. I didn't move, I didn't say a word, and I certainly didn't call for help. I just stood there, paralyzed with some strange emotion until Dino stopped crying and managed to call Romario.
The next day, Dino came to pick me up in his little car with his whole body bandaged up so much that his uniform was puffy from the amount of wrap that was on his skin under his clothes. The days went by and I still refused to get into that car and for the next few days, I refused to even talk to him for more than a minute at a time. I was confused by my own feelings. Ignoring him was my defense mechanism against those feelings.
During my impressive avoiding-Dino days, I saw Squalo again. He greeted me with a loud, "VOI! You're affiliated with the Cavallone now?!"
"What?"
"I've been meaning to ask but if you go to this school and you're that strong, you must be mafia. So be serious this time. Which Family do you work for?" Squalo demanded, "You must be part of our alliance but I've searched you up and I've never heard of you! What sector do you work in?!"
"Mafia?" That's the first I've heard of it. This is a mafia school? Then why am I here? I don't understand.
"You're not?! Don't lie!" Squalo roared, "I'll beat the answer out of you if I have to!"
I never refuse a fight. So I fought him to a standstill in the hallway before someone knocked me through a window. Who the hell interrupted our fight? I heard the click of a gun's safety measure and Squalo's voice calling out for me to run. It was all instinctive from there.
I got up and my feet carried me in through the window at lightning fast speed and I grabbed the gun, pushing it up as the first shot went off. The bullet embedded itself into the ceiling with a loud clanking noise. The shooter gasped in fear and I slammed my fist into his mouth and shoved half my arm down his throat.
He bit down on my arm.
I growled and literally, bit him to death. I bit down on his neck and tore out a rather large chunk of skin and an artery.
He was dead.
Everyone saw it but no one said anything. They just blinked and kept walking like it was a normal occurrence at this school. But if this really is a mafia school like Squalo said it was, it makes sense. This guy must've been a hitman.
I blinked a few times, not certain about anything that had just happened. The freshly killed body slumped to the floor and I pulled away, staring at my blood soaked arms.
"VOI! You alright, scum?" Squalo observed me carefully.
I've never killed anyone before. There's a certain thrill to this but I know that the thrill came from the pure danger that I was in at the time. I'm not a crazy serial killer.
"I'm fine." I mumbled and I simply walked away.
I heard Squalo mutter behind me, "She's one hell of a killer. I think I need to have a talk with Cavallone."
Dino wouldn't stop babbling about the bandages around my arm from where the hitman bit me. It was the only thing I heard for the next two days. "Are you okay?" "Does it still hurt?" "Were you scared?" Blah Blah Blah! Do I look like I would be affected by that shitty little hitman?! You'd have to send a really professional after me to get me all scared!
I won't admit it out loud but if you sent Squalo after me with a gun…. I might be a little scared.
The scarier thing is the fact that no one questioned me about the actual killing. They just wrote it off as self-defense and never said anything about it. Later on in life, I would find out that Squalo was the one who pulled the strings for them to leave me alone and he stood up alone as the witness to my innocence.
I remember the next day so clearly. It was the day that I opened up to Dino. I missed Kyoya so much. He sent me a letter. Six year old Kyoya sent me a letter. It made me cry. If he sent me a letter, it means he misses me too. I cried.
I hid on the school rooftop and cried from the loneliness I felt. Dino found me. He tried to hug me, I beat him up until my tears stopped. He asked me what was wrong, I beat him up again until I was ready to talk. He told me he had no friends outside his family until he met me, I told him that I only had Kyoya and my parents even now.
"You have me." Dino smiled at me kindly, "Let's be friends from now on. I'll teach you Italian and you can teach me more Japanese."
Now that I think about it. Dino's Japanese has improved a lot. I wonder if he's been studying it on his own… for me? I sighed like I was reluctant about it, "I refuse to crowd around with herbivores."
"Two is company. Three is a crowd." Dino grinned, "If it's just the two of us, we'll be alright."
"If you insist." I said quietly.
He smiled so brightly that I thought I was going blind and then he let out a victorious shout, "Yes!"
From that day on, it was an established rule. If you put your hands on Dino or even look at him funny, you wouldn't live too long. Dino was bullied again several times by the brave souls that thought they were stronger than me. Those brave souls… ended up in hospitals for long durations of time.
By the end of the school year, Dino was my best friend. I never told him that I thought of him that way but he really was my only friend… if you don't count Squalo, who fights with me every once in a while and then asks me if I'm in the Cavallone Family or something.
I got tired of hearing it by the end of the year so a month before summer vacation, I asked Dino, "What is the Cavallone Family? Are you in the mafia too?"
He looked so shocked to hear it that he was unable to answer me right away.
"Dino?"
"I'm… going to be the next boss of the Cavallone Family." He said hesitantly, "I was born into the mafia. I never asked before but… you're not a member of the mafia, are you?"
"I'm not."
"I knew but I didn't want to believe it." He mumbled and then stood up, "It's not safe for you to be with me."
"Hmm." I hummed, "I'm at this school regardless. I'll do what I want."
"Kira… We'll always be friends, alright?" He smiled at me weakly. That day, we walked home in silence for the first time.
I'll never forget the day that came after that one. It was the day that Dino coldly began to ignore me. The bullying started up again in massive amounts and Dino often came to school with bruises and cuts all over his body. Even when I saved him from bullies like I used to, he just mumbled a small apology and a thanks before hurrying away.
My world had drastically changed.
Squalo approached me when he realized that I was alone more and more often. By then, we had moved up a year. Squalo was a third year and I was a second year. People murmured and gossiped about how I must've dated and gotten over Dino. It was funny that they would think that such a thing even happened. We were much too young for any of that but I suppose there are people who start to date in middle school.
One day towards the end of my second year, I sat quietly in the courtyard behind the school and someone approached me. I didn't have to look to know that Squalo was the one coming. He was the only one who would dare to talk to me.
"Kira." He muttered more quietly than I had ever heard him speak.
I turned back, watching him carefully, "Squalo-senpai?"
He reached back, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck. His eyes were turned towards the door back into the school building as he grumbled, "What happened between you and Cavallone?"
"... Dino?" I felt some sort of amusement in the way he was asking me so carefully. Squalo was the type to demand answers when he was curious so it was kind of endearing to watch him ask so kindly for an answer, "I'm not sure. He said that he was mafia. So it looks like that means we can't be together anymore…"
"T-Together?" Squalo grumbled awkwardly, "Were you ever?"
I lazily turned a pointed stare onto him, "Not like that, senpai."
"Then I have a proposal for you." He seemed much more certain now that his initial question was out of the way and I turned to face him fully now in anticipation, "Do you want to join the mafia?"
"Is it that simple?" I snorted, turning away in disbelief. I took it as a joke at first.
"Yeah." He said, drawing my attention again, "I told you when we met that I'm affiliated with the Vongola Family. More specifically, I'm with a small organization separate from the main branch. We specialize in assassination and I thought we could make use of your skills."
"We?" I scrunched my nose at him, "We as in you are representing a big group?"
"VOI! Don't be so antisocial! Show up here tomorrow night! I'll take you to see our headquarters!" He snapped and stormed away.
I snorted to myself, "Don't give me orders."
But I was genuinely thinking about it. I had nothing better to do anyways.
Here it is. Thanks for the wait guys.
It took me a long time to decide where to start so I scrapped it and rewrote it a hundred times. No joke. It was probably literally a hundred times. If anyone is interested. This story is encouraged and based on my other story Life is a Big Mess. Long story short, the story chose a ship but the fans wanted both so you get both.