I've been wanting to write a KHR fanfic for a looong time so here it is! My own story! *cheers* I hope you like it, dear readers! And I hope you like the twist in my OC *winks* *winks*
The asterisk mark will serve as a word to be explained at the end of the chapter.
Inspired by: Gangsta!
WARNING: Grammatical errors and possible OOC? I hope not.
disclaimer: KHR is not mine.
My job here is done.
Receiving the stash of money the man in suit has begrudgingly given to her, she bowed one last time to the boss of Torcia Family, sending the gorgeous woman her silent prayer of safety.
It was a simple escort job which requires little effort on her part meaning, less payment. Not that she is complaining. The amount is already enough for a fourteen year old to live an extravagant life.
She watched as the man who gave her the money mumbled something with a distaste look on his tanned face, but only for him to be smacked harshly on the arm by their boss.
"I apologize for his rudeness, Miss Lyra," The boss of *Torcia Famiy, Claudia *Schiarirsi, said and send another menacing glare to her rude subordinate to shut his rude mouth when the man tried to say something again.
Lyra smiled understandingly, not really offended on her subordinates words. She did not hear it anyway.
Truth to be told, she was not surprised that Miss Claudia's family does not approve of her presence nor they believe of her capability to protect their beloved boss. They did not even bother hiding their disgust and complaints towards her which she brushed away casually.
Protecting the Family's boss is a matter of pride and definitely, Miss Claudia's men do not want their ego get crushed by a mere fourteen year old girl.
She understand the feeling so well. She also has pride but a certain baby crushed it into million pieces years ago. And she's still trying to mend that broken pride till now.
Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she turned around only to meet pink hues staring back at her. She bowed slightly, greeting the attractive, bespectacled woman in respect and stepped away for her to take care of the rest.
Her job here is done.
Adjusting her large, black bag -that is nearly her height- on her shoulder, she started to leave but stopped when Oregano pat her head.
"Good job, Lyra."
Her lips lifted in gratitude, bowing for the last time at the Torcia Family and Oregano. She walked away, leaving them on the Vongola Headquarters.
She decided to return back to her apartment for a fresh bath and a two hour nap considering there is no job waiting for her. She was about to head for the stairs but stopped when the old landlady poke her side with a crane.
"Brat, Reborn came here this morning to look for ya." The old lady sucked her tobacco, deeply inhaling the cancerous smoke then said, "The damn baby went inside your apartment and left with a bag that looks heavy." She blows out the smoke to Lyra face and smirked at her cringing face. "Better check ya things, brat."
Bowing thankfully to the old woman, she immediately sprang her way to her apartment, her heart beating nervously behind her caged ribs. She hastily opened the door, dropped her bag on the floor then made a bee line to her bedroom.
After checking her room clean and her things in the place where they are supposed to be, she then opened her walk-in closet. She froze, seeing her cabinet empty, not even a single weapon in sight. She gritted her teeth in anger and checked her vanity drawer, hoping to see her Beretta 9000 and Armatix iP1 she personally obtained from Germany.
'None. None. None.'
She slammed her fist on the wall, her anger rising every second.
Reborn took all of her stored weapons, not even leaving a single bullet or arrow behind. He even took her priced collections! The antique weapons she tried so hard to acquire that took her months and years and blood and sweat!
She bit her lip then took her phone from her slacks' pocket to text the crazy infant.
'Where are you?'
While waiting for his reply, she again looked around her bedroom. Everything is in order except for her missing treasures. She then took notice of the innocent paper lying on her bed. She took it, reading the letter carefully.
*To Lyra Lua Traccia,
I took the responsibility of taking care of your unused weapons, not wanting to waste its prime value on your rubbish cabinet. Would not it be much better if some powerful family use it for the better? I believe they will do more justice on your precious weapons than you do bearing in mind that you barely use them. Consider this as a payment on your debt.
From your awesome and handsome mentor,
Reborn
Her hand grips the paper in fury, crumpling it in the process.
She is going to hunt him down even if she has to go at every corner of Italy, demand her weapons back and the hell with the debt. That stupid baby doing what we he wants whenever he wants like he own the world!
Storming her way to the door, she jumped in surprise when she saw the Vongola's young advisor leaning nonchalantly on the doorframe, sizing her up with his sharp brown eyes.
"Reborn is not in Italy," Iemitsu Sawada affirmed.
Lyra's eyebrows scrunched in confusion, her lips forming into a thin line.
Iemitsu laughed good-heartedly on the girl's expression, "He is in Japan, training my son."
She looked down on the wooden floor of her apartment, assessing everything the man had said. She sighed and looked up, backing away when a passport and ticket thrown her way.
She cocked her head, holding up the things given to her in question.
"You want to follow him don't you?" she nodded. He grinned, "Then, go to Japan and look for him. He is in Nanimori Chuu, the place where my family is living."
Lyra lowered her head in appreciation, still she stare at him, expecting him to blurt out something more. She knows there's a catch on his generosity.
Iemitsu shook his head, chuckling. He tucked his hands on his slacks pocket. "I would like you to protect my family while you are there, Lyra-chan."
She blinked then took her phone out of her pocket, not anymore surprised that there is no reply from her mentor. She then quickly typed on her phone, "I am taking your request as a Job, sir."
Reading the text she typed from her phone, he laughed and said, "Of course. I will pay you monthly."
Nodding, she typed another message, "Why give me passport and ticket, sir? I can afford them."
"You did not know?"
Lyra frowned this time and shook her head, not understanding him quite clearly.
"Reborn also took your savings."
Lyra dropped her phone in utter shock, gaping at the man's amused face. She shakily cupped her hand on her ear, gesturing him to repeat what he just said.
Iemitsu raised his eyebrows at her, raising his hand to sign with the words he only knows.
"Reborn. Get. You. Savings. All."
Her eyes widened in disbelief and panicking hands grabbed her phone on the floor. She immediately checked her savings account and gasped in horror when it reads, 'Zero Balance'.
Iemitsu scratched his head, feeling sorry at the girl's situation. He sat next to the crestfallen girl and knocked on the floor to get her attention.
Lyra looked up, teary, aquamarine eyes stares at his brown, apologetic one. "I personally paid for your ticket and passport to lessen your burden, Lyra-chan."He smiled and told her. "I hope it helps?"
Lyra sniffed, her shoulders slumped as she stares solemnly at her phone. She typed, "Thank you, sir. You have done enough. I am very grateful for your help."
Iemitsu ruffled her light hazel hair, beaming. "It the least I could do, Lyra-chan. And don't worry! You may stay at my house for the mean time! I am sure my Nana would love an addition to the family!"
Silence…
"It seems like you didn't hear me…" he trailed off. "Not that you can hear me anyway." He shrugged then ruffled her hair once again to get her focus on him from the phone she's still glowering at. Lyra glared softly at him, combing her already messy hair from the ties of her braid.
"Here, take this." Iemitsu handed her a postcard. Lyra eyed it strangely then lifted her head. "Give that to my darling, Nana. Tell her that Papa is coming home soon!"
Lyra studies the jubilant expression of the Vongola's external advisor as he blabbers something about his family in Japan, or something like that. Probably. She can't understand what he is saying with his mouth opening and closing so fast that her eyes can't even keep up.
Numerous Families feared the so-called "Young lion of the Vongola", his undeniable strength vastly known in the underground world. But when he talks about his family, he is an ordinary father who misses his family very much, who wants to be with them but can't.
His wife is obviously lucky to have a husband like him.
Scanning the humorous and unbelievable postcard with a smile on her face, she prayed that her job is going to be well and that she can protect the people precious to Iemitsu Sawada…
'Despite not having any money at all on the bank with the exemption of the money she just received today from her job.' She grumbled inwardly on that thought.
Iemitsu poked her shoulder. "I am counting on you, Lyra Traccia"
Lyra looked at him straight in the eye, her aquamarine ones glowed with mix determination and a silent vow shared between them.
He may not be her Boss but she highly respects the man.
'I will protect your Family.'
1. Schiarirsi is the Italian word for brighten and Torcia is the Italian word for Torch. I want the Family name and the last name of the Boss to be connected so I made it like that. I hope you like it?
2. Lyra Lua Traccia. Her name has meanings. Lyra is a constellation and the harp used by Apollo (it will make sense soon), Lua was a goddess to whom soldiers sacrificed captured weapons (there is a reason for this) and Traccia is translated into shadow, sign, trace etc. (Again, there is a reason for this)
I know that you know WHAT she is. I give clues and it is intentional that I did not DIRECTLY mention her permanent predicament. I think it is obvious by now but I will make it clear next chapter! This is my first time writing an OC like her but I hope you will love her soon once she meet the family. That will be for next chapter, I swear!
THANK YOU FOR READING! CIAO!
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