The story is inspired by April Smith, I own nothing but the plot.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the bids were chirping, and Haru had killed again. Granted it was self-defense but it didn't make the death less of a well, death. But that no longer bothered her, she had made her peace with killing a long time ago. Yes, this had been going on for quite some time, being targeted by hired hands. And attempt after attempt Haru had done what she needed to and at first it scared her, terrified her that she had stolen another persons life. That her pristine hands were sullied with red. She had become troubled behind her mask of smiles and she had made people, her friends, her love worry and she knew she had to fix it. But to her relief reason had kicked in, whispering words that eased her conscience and wiped her hands clean. Even now she could hear the hushed voice consoling her as she carefully cleaned off her custom gun and slipped it back into the hostler hidden under her skirt.

If she hadn't killed them then she would have been dead.

They attacked first.

You could have been hurt or worse Kyoko would have been.

Because rest assured she wasn't the only one being hunted. Her best friend, her naïve best friend was up on the kill board for twice as much. The Sun guardian's sister and a friend and crush (Haru grimaced) of the Decimo. Yep, she knew about the whole mafia boss bit. She knew of it the moment that adorable baby (or not) named Reborn said he was a Mafioso. She had seen the look in his eyes, cold and calculating. Watching her reaction, and react she did. Disbelief, rage, and a sound slap to Tsuna's face. She didn't have to hit him so hard but hey, fear made her stronger. But if that didn't convince her then those creepy skinny gray colored things, that flock of yellow birds following her home from school, and Shamal appearing out if nowhere to save her gave Haru a confirmation. And yet Tsuna still thought that they (more like Kyoko because she is really dense) didn't notice all the fighting. With flames! And geez if the fact that she could do the same didn't surprise her. She discovered that, got attacked, and made some new friends on the same day. Man wasn't she a busy girl.

Haru wanted to leave, she couldn't handle this anymore. Watching this and knowing what was going on made her heart sputter and clench. She had left a perfectly good cake on her table just waiting to be eaten! She jumped up from the bench she was sitting on with Kyoko and smiled sheepishly when she saw the bemused look on her face.

"I'm guessing somewhere in the world there's pastry that needs to be eaten?"

"Haru's sorry Kyoko-Chan but it's strawberry vanilla filled." She apologized, clasping her hands in front of her and bowed.

The blonde laughed and waved her off. "It's fine just be sure to tell me how it taste later, kay?"

"Of course I will, you're my cake-buddy. See ya later!" She called waving frantically back toward her retreating figure. Slowing as she rounded the corner she moved to a stop. A small frown marring her cute features, she had no inclination to go home and eat said sweet. She had just wanted to get away from what was coming toward them or rather her. Tsuna and the others. Though it was all of them she knew the real reason he was coming over. Her love was coming to visit his love. She had seen the way his eyes had run over her and onto Kyoko, seen the light spark within and she couldn't, wouldn't stay and torture herself. So she ran, though she doubted that anyone noticed.

But she wasn't mad, no she accepted this with an approving smile. Though that didn't stop it from hurting. Sighing she decided to go hang out somewhere she wasn't in the way, down near the creek. Not many people hung around there so she could count on being alone with her mind. Or so she thought.

The moment her feet hit the edge of the bank she felt eyes watching her every move. She felt her muscles slowly begin to tense but something, an urge, a voice within her told her to relax, pretend to be oblivious. That this was a danger she could overcome if she just listened. So listen she did, breathing deep she sighed and began to walk along the edge. She cast mutinous glances into the water and did the next thing the urge told her. Talk.

"He's so oblivious." She mumbled, narrowing her eyes and donned a scowl. "Haru only wanted for him to be in love with her but instead he looks at Haru's friend. Who even does that?" She felt the eyes burn into the back of her head at the mention of her name and resisted the urge to cringe. She wanted nothing more then to turn around and bolt but the urge stopped her, whispering for her to continue. Steeling her nerves she rambled on.

"Haru had tried to measure up but who could compared to Kyoko-Chan, the perfect girl." She bent down and picked up a peddle, spending a second observing it, contemplating sending it into the clear flow in front of her. Her grip tightened around the circular stone.

"She's so beautiful, she's so smart, she's the best, she's Namimori's idol! If she was so AMAZING then how come my elite school didn't try to recruit her? Because she's not close to being perfect and she's not better than me!" She fumed as she felt her eyes burn with tears, flinging the stone into the knee-deep water. Sinking down into a crouch she buried her face into her hands and moaned. God how bitter did she sound! She just openly bashed her best friend! How low was she? Her jealousy was gross and didn't fit her, she looked better with a grin. But if there was one thing she was sure of it was this.

"Tsuna's stupid."

Three things happened at once. She realized Tsuna wasn't stupid, just ignorant. The urge (which she decided to call IH aka Inner Haru) was screaming for her to move. And there was something flying toward her.

Haru's body moved, quicker than she would have thought, diving sideways her shoulder hit the ground and she rolled. Coming up to her knees she looked around, trying to find out where it was coming from.

Quick to your left!

Haru darted to the side, the sun glinted off of the metal. Blades! Someone was shooting knives at her! What? Why?

No time to figure it out, above you!

Haru raised her head and saw six large swords, hovering in mid-air. Aimed. Right. At. Her!

Move! Now! Back she went, her body bent into an arch and she backhand springed out of the line of fire, escaping barely. Lines on red appearing up and down her legs, stinging slightly. But at least she was breathing, thank God for gymnastics.

"Hmm, it seems I miscalculated. I never do that.". A curious voice mused, making Haru's back go rigid. That voice, she didn't like it. It wasn't the actual sound of it that repulsed her infact it sounded pleasant, no it was the underlying currents of depravity and perversion. It made her want to vomit.

"Not going to say anything? Not going to beg for your life? Offer me an exchange?" His eyes wandered over her form. "I'm sure we can find something." Her lips curled and she let out a sound of utter disgust.

"I'd never defile myself with such scum!" She snarled snapping out of her usual speech pattern, surprised at the venom in her tone and pleased that her words didn't shake with fear. "I'd rather die!" He smiled coldly, the 'playful' air he had before disappeared.

"How amusing you are little mouse, since you entertain me so I'll grant your wish." He raised his hand and the blades that were lodged in the ground flew at her.

"Die!"

She jumped back trying to avoid the sharp edges thrusted at her. Her body was bending in ways she would have thought impossible and it was straining. She fell to the ground, hissing when she felt the slide of metal against her skin. Damnit, she was getting slower and had the sneaking suspicion he was only toying with her. Bleeding her dry as torture before going in for the kill. Her instinct was commanding her to move but her body felt sluggish and heavy. Like she was submerged in water and slowly drowning. She struggled to her feet only to fall back to the dusty ground.

Poison. The voice hissed.

"Ah, so it finally kicked in? Took longer than I thought. You have my applause girl, you have a stronger will. Sadly I will have to break it."

"W-what...did...y-you-"

"Do? Yes, what indeed. You're smart enough to go to that elite school of yours, you're smart enough to figure it out."

She went silent. "Poison." She gasped, finding that small action painful.

"Ding, ding, ding! Give the kid a prize." He chuckled and Haru wanted nothing more than to smack that smug smile off his creepy face.

"You see, these blades are special. They are tipped in a specific poison that I invented, it only affects flame users which is lucky for me, that you have that ability. But if it just so happened that you were a simple girl my plain knives would have had the same effect." He explained and Haru was confused. "Though I'm surprised you have one."

"I'm not...I-I don't...have a...f-fla-ame."

"Of course you do girl, my poison wouldn't have work if you didn't." He snapped and Haru was floored. If she did have this kick ass power that Tsuna and the others have then where was it?

"Well its been nice but I have a paycheck to pick up. It was nice meeting you Ms. Haru." He said jovially.

"Speak...f-for yours-self." She gritted out, ignoring the spasm of her limbs as she struggled to move away from the oncoming man.

She didn't want to die but as his arm sailed through the air she figured that pretty soon she would become very much acquainted with the idea. She closed her eyes and waited for the blow...but it never came. She mulishly clenched her teeth, he was probably toying with her. Waiting for her peek out to open before ending her so he could see the look in her eyes when he did. If she was going to be killed, she'd do it giving the murderer the least amount of satisfaction. Finally the sound of an enraged shout made turn to attention. There stood the assassin, blood running down his arm, and an expression of twisted fury on his face. But the fury wasn't directed at her rather it was pointed at the tall dark skinned boy in front of her. His weapon was similar to the others, multiple guns positioned in the air aimed at the other. But his seemed...much more intimidating.

"Treshia! What the fuck are you doing here?" Haru blinked, so that's her saviors name. It was pretty.

"Nothing, was just wandering through town. Happened across a fight, here to stop it."

"This has nothing to do with you, leave!"

Treshia smiled, but it was very far from happy.

"I'm pretty sure when a bastard like you attempts to kill my sky it involves me Green."

"That's not possible! They would have told us she was La Fascia dei Tanti's Decimo!"

"That's just it, no one knows. She's been a secret choice." His guns cocked. "And you just broke a treaty." The bullets flew clashing against metal. And Haru saw how inadequate Green was compared to Treshia.

"How good to you think your imitation of Le Tanti Armi is? Because I think it's crap." No wonder he was being beaten, he was battling the original weapon wielder!

She watched the fight as they occasionally moved out of her of sight only to move back in. It was clear who was going to win and it made her nearly cry with hope. But she had learned to not hope until your sown seeds had sprouted so back to waiting she went.

"Its not so bad, it had a few tricks up it's sleeve!" He said and his 'tricks' involved his last remaining sword to break off into little daggers and began to hurl themselves at Treshia. Which he easily avoided by jumping out of the way.

"If you want to kill me you'll have to do much better."

Green snickered. "How said anything about killing you? My only target is the girl."

Treshia turned only to watch the knives race to meet Haru. She had manages to push herself up right and was staring wide eyed ahead of her.

Haru watched as Treshia headed toward her but knew he wouldn't make it. Her heart was thudding in her chest and soon it wasn't the only thing causing her pain. She looked down, blood spewing out of her mouth and saw the daggers firmly embedded into her stomach. Haru coughed, this was it she was going to die. Her breathe was going to stop and she was never going to show everyone what she was made of. She was going to die with regrets.

And your regrets, what are they? The voice, it was back. At least Haru wasn't going to die alone. Tell me your regrets.

She thought back her thoughts scrambled but found what she was looking for. There was unsurprisingly alot, she regretted not signing up for nationals, not enjoying every flavor of cake she could, not socking Gokudera one, not confessing her love to Tsuna properly, but most of all she regretted not having enough power to protect herself and her friends. If they were after her then what about Kyoko? Yes that was her regret and now she'd be weak forever.

Would you like your chance again?

Haru thought about it, her mind going dim but not before a soft 'yes' was heard.

Then I'll give it to you.

And that's when she felt it. Like an explosion of heat, flinging the metal lodged within her away. From in her core she could feel it boil and fester, churning and spreading until-

Something exploded, her. And she was completely surrounded by orange flames as they consumed everything around her. From her place she reached out a single hand and pointed. Her fire raced to do her bidding, encompassing Green quickly. Swallowing him up, draining away his life painlessly. Which was alot more then he would have done for her.

"Pull back!" Treshia shouted, concern lacing his tone.

Confused she attempted the physically grasp at the raging inferno around her but found the flames merely conformed to her touch.

"I don't understand!"

"The fire! Pull them back!"

"I don't know how!" She cried.

"Concentrate! Control! Command! They are a part of you, treat them like it!"

Haru nodded, she could do this. All she had to do was listen.

Concentrate.

She closed her eyes, envisioning her at the center of the fray. The whirling power around her and she breathed deep.

Control.

She shaped the mind-fire, coaxing it into stability. She held it, nurtured it, felt it as an extension of herself.

Command.

She clenched her hands and Haru pulled, the paths connecting the generator and energy pulsed as she called them back. They receded, crawling nimbly back into her body. Disappearing on contact with her skin creating a warm residual feeling. Letting out a sigh of fatigue Haru glanced over.

"Treshia Neket." He smiled, walking toward her.

"Haru Miura." And what happened next probably wasn't smart to do, but she did it anyway. She fainted.

When Haru awoke she felt like wet sand and hearing arguing voices. And let her tell you, it was not fun! Moving from her spot on the bed she moaned softly at the feeling of her stretched muscles. They protested movement and Haru wasn't really trying to stop that boycott but she had to figure out where she was. Moving upright, she cautiously peered around the room. It seemed normal enough but so did the creek.

Wait, the creek! The assassin guy Green and her savior Treshia. Now that she remembered the one of the voices in the hall sounded similar to his base like tone.

"I'm telling you Anela, it was the best thing to do. She doesn't have enough control and too much power."

"I realize that but why Il Sigillo Del di quattro Suns? Did it have to be that one?" A feminine voice queried, harsh and demanding.

Haru blinked, what seal?

"You know it did."

A deep breathe. "Yes I guess I did. But what now?"

"We train her, though I suspect there won't be too much to do. She called her flames back without alot of resistance, and she seems to have a strong will."

"I hope you're right, it would be useless if we broke her."

A nervous laugh. "Yeah, it would." Haru cold sweated, what did these people have in store for her?

Swallowing she timidly called out, her voice wavering slightly.

"H-hello?"

The hallway went quiet and Haru slowly edged out of bed.

Wandering lightly over to the door she pushed it ajar.

"Haru heard you talking, it didn't mean to eavesdrop but you were kinda loud."

"Good," The girl said, striding in. "It makes our job easier, less to explain."

"Explain what?"

"That you're the new Decimo."

She said cleaning out her ears and this made Haru look at her. Caramel and dark brown met, shocked clashed with bored. The girl Anela was a plain girl, ordinary proportioned features of a little above average beauty. She had short cropped hair and the same skin as Treshia.

"What she means is we would like it if you were to assume the place as our leader."

"Why are you saying it like she has a choice?"

"Because she does." Haru shifted her eyes and they landed on him. Like she saw before he was tall and quite handsome with long silky black hair tied at his nape. His eyes were a burning obsidian and quite pretty.

"So what you're saying is that Haru is the tenth boss of your mafia group."

"Family." Treshia corrected with a smile. "We're more like a family than anything."

"You want Haru to join your family then?"

"I would like that very much."

Haru stared at him. The sincerity in his voice true but Haru was already loyal to Tsuna and what could they do with a useless girl like her? She wasn't strong or anything like that what could she do?

"A hell of alot if you just tried."

Haru gasped and whirled around her eyes disbelieving, had she just-

"Read your mind?" She nodded mutely.

"Naw, you just suck at hiding your emotions but don't worry we'll correct that."

Haru clenched her hands. "Haru can't be your leader."

"And why not?"

"Because Haru can't."

"That's not an answer, why not?"

"Haru just told you-"

"No what you told me was crap, why not?"

"Anela leave it alo-"

"No Treshia! I want an answer and the garbage she's telling us is not cutting it! Why not!"

"Because I'm weak!" She screamed her frame shaking in anger, her eyes narrowed and glistening with tears. "I almost died because of my weakness! I couldn't do anything against him and it frustrates me!" Her fingers raked roughly through her hair, tugging at the chocolate strands.

"Like always I end up getting saved by everyone though I supposedly have this super fire power I can't even control it-"

"We can teach you."

Haru paused, leveling her burning gaze toward the girl opposite of her.

"What?" Haru snapped.

"I don't like repeating myself so listen and listen good, I said if you're so afraid of being weak, we can teach you how to unlock the seals." Anela reached out and tugged at her collar revealed one of four tattoo like markings of a miniature blazing sun located on her heart.

"This locks your away your flames and you can learn to control them."

Haru's eyes widened.

"But you have to join and become our sky, become a pillar of support and foundation. Become strong."

Haru through glassy eyes met her gaze and nodded.

"I'll do it." Her tone soft but steely.

Anela grinned. "Come one then girly, let's introduce you to the others."

Stepping away from the body she looked around, she had been here for a while and she had to meet up with everyone in a while. She glanced down at herself and scowled at the state of her school uniform. It was the fifth one this week! It seemed like they were getting better and better, though she had yet to pull out any stops it was starting to worry her. She would have to modify her training schedule so she could fit improve more, she was doing this for her family. She'd die before she let any harm come to them. She wished she could go straight to the compound instead of to the gang but she had already blown off a few things and they would start to get suspicious if she didn't show. She made her way to her house quickly and hopped into the shower to clean the grim off. Grimacing at the bleeding scratched fanning her midsection she began to gingerly wash them. She would have a bandage them up after this, wounds would cause complications though. Peeking her head out of the curtain she looked at the clock, she had 30 minutes before she had to leave. She could work with that.

15 minutes later she climbed out and into a towel, running into her room she quickly rummaged through her dresser and pulled out the bandages and salve. Sitting on the edge of her bed she brimmed the edges of the marks hissing when it stinged. Taking a breathe she wrapped the white stripes securely around her stomach before she donned a pair of shorts, a pink tee shirt, and black converse. Brushing her hair out into its usual ponytail she jumped down her stairs, careful not to throttle her wounds and headed out the door. Slamming it behind her she smiled, it really was a beautiful day.

Yepp new story, sigh. I just gots ideas I needs ta share. I know most dont like OC'S but they are merely here for plot reasons, no Oc/original characters ever! Other stories will be updated. Italian phrase #1- The Band of the Many- it's a cover name. #2- The many weapons. #3- The seal of the four suns.