-Greetings readers!
Alright so I really wanted to try some NightFire! I'm sorry if I don't post often, college decided to dump lots of projects and tests on me all at the same time. That plus work makes it very difficult to have free time, so I don't have as much time to write as I would usually have. Please be patient with me. I'm a bit rusty on my third omniscient p.o.v, so any tips are greatly appreciated.

NoLifeQueen

Chapter One

The Boss's Daughter

There was a group of men all formed in a straight line from the front gate of the huge mansion all the way over to the house's door. They were on the knees, their heads slightly bowed waiting for the return of their master's daughter. The moment they heard Marceline Abadeer opening the gate they shouted in unison, "Welcome home Lady Abadeer, we are glad to have you back!"

Marceline nodded her acknowledgement as she walked towards her house, not looking at anyone in particular she sighed before opening the door. As soon as she took of her shoes a maid came to take them from her. "Lady Abadeer," She bowed her greetings before continuing, "your Father wishes to speak with you." Marceline gave her a small nod in dismissal and walked towards the meeting room where she figured her father would be.

I wonder what he has to talk to me about that couldn't wait until I settled. She thought while making her way through the long corridors full of pictures of her and her late mother. Once she was standing in front of the door she sighed and straightened her clothes before knocking.

"Enter."

Marceline counted to three before opening the door, only to find her father wasn't alone. Right across from him was a tall robust man; his clothes were red and orange which Marceline associated with the Flame district. She noted he hadn't bothered to look back at her, she grunted under her breath. He must be higher ranked than me. Next to him was a small girl staring at Marceline with big eyes.

She made her way towards her father and knelt in front of him, "Father." He extended his hand and Marceline kissed it.

"You are just in time Marceline, Pyrex from the Flame District has come to make an offer." He nodded towards the man who smiled in return.

"Marceline, you are the sticking image of Hudson." Pyrex said bowing his head ever so slightly. He motioned to the girl who was now staring at the floor "This is my little flame, Fiametta." She looked up for a fraction of a second and nodded.

"It is a pleasure having you here." Marceline replied like she was taught. Hudson looked at her daughter and smiled in approval. "Why don't you take Fiametta and show her around the house? Pyrex and I have much to discuss."

She stood up and walked towards the girl, extending her hand towards her she smiled, "Here let me help you up."
Fiametta took her hand and quickly recoiled, Her hand is so cold! she though while looking up at Marceline who was now frowning slightly.

"Is there a problem?" Pyrex asked his daughter, wary of her unfriendly manner. "No Father." Fiametta mumbled as she was getting up, a clumsy curtsy was directed towards Hudson before she ran out the door. "You'll have to forgive her Marcline…" was the last thing she heard as she ran towards the hall, away from the judgment of her father and his friend. Fiametta suddenly stopped in front of a framed picture of Hudson holding a baby girl.

That must be Marceline, she was so cute when she was a baby. She was so consumed by the picture that she failed to hear the older girl approaching. "Cute, huh?" The sudden voice made her give a small cream as she jumped.

"Chill Fiametta, it's just me." Marceline said between laughs.

"Glob you scared the cabbage out of me!"The younger girl said turning around to glare, which was soon replaced with a blush. Her smile is so beautiful… "Fia" she mumbled looking down at her feet.

"Huh?"

"You can call me Fia." She said a bit louder, still not looking up.

"Well, nice to meet you Fia, I'm Marceline." Her tone was so friendly it helped ease Fiametta's nerves. She risked a peek at the older girl and blushed bright red when she realized how close Marceline had gotten.

"Sooo, ready for the grand tour?" Marceline turned around throwing her hands in the air dramatically.
Fia giggled "Yeah alright." She followed Marceline in silence; all she could concentrate on was on the older girl's beautiful raven black hair. I wonder if it's as soft and silky as it looks… Fiametta shook her head trying to get rid of the thought.

"Hello? Earth to Fia? Were you even paying attention?" Marceline had suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway; she turned to look at her guest.

"Oh, yes..."

Marceline cocked her head to one side and raised her eyebrow. "Really, now?"

"Ummm..." Fiametta shuffled her feet nervously, "I... I spaced out." She confessed avoiding all eye contact, the sudden contact of a cool hand on her shoulder made her shiver. Glob, she probably thinks I'm a lumping airhead!

"No worries, happens to me all the time." The older girl grinned and nodded in reassurance. "I asked if you know what your father might be discussing with mine?" She dropped her hand from Fiametta's shoulder, all the playfulness was dropped from her voice.

"I think it's about me. He doesn't tell me much about the family business."

"Really!?" Marceline asked curiously. "That's odd, aren't you his heir?" Fiametta nodded but kept silent.

"How about we go to a more private place." Without waiting for a response Marceline took her guest's hand and guided her towards her room.

The moment she opened her room's door she silently thanked the maid for cleaning up. A messy room is not the image I want to convey to the heir of the Flame District. Marceline grunted under her breath. As soon as the girl was inside her room Marceline closed the door, she turned and bowed "Welcome to my humble home Princess." She caught a peek of the younger girl flushed face as she was straightening up.

"T-this is your room?"

"Yeah, please feel free to look around. If it's business my father is discussing with yours it will take a while." Fiametta nodded and began to move around the room, she was amazed by all the posters that hung on the walls.

"Would you like something to drink? Some food perhaps?" Marceline interrupted her detailed inspection.

"I'm fine, but thank you."

Marceline walked up to the bed and with a heavy sigh she flung her body over the neatly made up bed. She seems to be interested on the music posters, I wonder if she knows any of the bands. The older girl's thoughts were interrupted by her guest's mumbles; she sat up and said "I'm sorry, I didn't get that."

"How old are you?" Fiametta asked louder, still looking over some posters.

"18, I'm a senior in High School. And yourself?"

The younger girl turned and smiled a bit. "I'm 15, a freshmen. You go to Ooo High, right?"

Marceline nodded, "That's the one you'll be going to, no?"

"Yes, I hear it's very pretty there."

The older girl chuckled at the thought of Ooo High being referred to as "pretty" by underclassmen. "I guess it's all right."

"Is it... easy to make friends there?" The younger girl's question struck Marceline as odd, Why in the world would she need any friends when she's the daughter of one of the most powerful Wakagashira of the region?

"Ummm... I wouldn't know." Curiosity got the best of Fiametta, who turned to find Marceline eyeing her. "I usually keep to myself." She shrugged.

"Is it because your father is Kumicho?"

The older girl's gaze hardened, "I'm my own person, and will not fall on the shadow of the Yakuza leader Hudson Abadeer." The intensity of her eyes, mixed with the passion of her words mad Fiametta gasp in awe.

**In case some readers are a bit confused Yakuza is the Japanese equivalent of the American Mafia. Kumicho is the boss of bosses, and Wakagashira is kind of like a lesser boss who discusses great matters that might affect the Families (or gangs) with the Kumicho, but has a family (or gang) to rule over as they see fit.**