Author's note: Hello everyone! Ok, so I thought of taking on two stories actually now...since I have summer vacation now...I don't know if I'll manage, but will see~.

This story is dedicated to my (supposedly) minor OC in my other stories (The sister of Vongola Decimo and The Queen of Vongola), since I thought she is really unique and needs more screen time.

So~, enjoy~...

Disclaimer: I don't own Khr, duh...except for my OC and some of the plot, which was created together with dear Narzik ( narzik . deviantart . com (without the spaces)) so credits to her too.

Chapter 1:

'I'll be your student.'

"I'm sorry, monsieur, but we really cannot have you direct this." A big, fat man said, taking out the cigar out of his mouth and throwing a pile of papers on his desk.

The 'monsieur' who this was addressed to, rose one of his dark but sharp eye-brows, "Why is that?" he asked calmly and with a cool air around him.

"As I told you before, well...the story is... très bien, but...you don't have a very..hmm, how should I say this...director-like presence. You would do great as one of the actors though." The man answered, pointing out his statement with his fingers movement, while squashing his cigar into the plate to get the burned parts off.

This conversation was already several hours long, in the end, this 'monsieur' ran out of time and patience. Standing up from his chair and placing his fedora onto his head, since he did have enough manners to take his hat off after entering a building...Though what he didn't have enough manners for was...that round man in front of him.

Of course, he didn't loose his cool (he is just too awesome for that), he just turned around a bit so that his emotionless black eyes could face his poor victim, "I'll give you a bit more time to think about this." he said and turned to leave out of the smoke filled room with a slight smirk.

The reason for that? Although 'monsieur's' eyes were emotionless, the threaten to the poor fat man's life was clear. After the door closed, the trembling guy fell on the floor out of relief. Sighing, he muttered, "The next time I happen to see him, I'm dead...I'll have to pack up from here and take my wife and kids to move from here...But where?" After a small thought he decided, "Canada! Canada it is!" And with that, he quickly packed up his desk from important stuff and with a hurry tried to call his wife to tell her his plan.

Outside, the 'monsieur' walked with a very calm pace, but his eyes were still unconsciously being frowning since ever he left that polluted with cigar smoke place. How could HE, the best hitman, not be able to fit a directors job?
True, his real profession was a bit of a different style to it, but you know...He was the best at everything. So could HE, NOT get THE job?

What? Still wondering where this is all going?

- Well, for one, l should tell you a small secret about this young, cool and mysterious guy. It's - although his profession as an assassin got him a lot of money and he didn't particularly mind the job, but his real dream was to become a director...Oh, snap! You JUST found out? Well, why do you think he always comes up with these amazing ideas like Vongola-styled New years and such? Just because it's part of his job? Of course NOT!

Oh, right, I forgot to tell you that this young adult before, or behind..or from the side of you is one and only...Reborn, uncursed, and nobody knows that he is going to be, so 'shhh~' and don't say a word, please?

Anyways, the slightly frowning guy was walking with mist of dark and gloomy aura coming out of him. ANYONE who saw him passing tried to move as far as possible from him.
Though one unlucky (or very lucky, depends on how you look at it) middle-aged man, didn't happen to notice that he bumped into him, and not even paying attention, continued running after a small figure which happened to be a very young child with a loaf of bread seen in her hands.

Finally getting a victim on who he can take all his negative energy out, Reborn took out his gun as quickly as it was thought impossible and shot the bullet 5 millimeters away from the head of a certain running man. I mean, it's not like he was ACTUALLY a target or wanted, and cleaning up the mess on the streets without any payment is not a favorite goal in his life.

Of course, that didn't mean the middle-aged man didn't freak out and start running away for his dear life...he was so scared, that he even forgot what he was doing before that.

Getting into much better mood now, the hitman continued walking to where ever he had to go. Until he noticed a strange presence right next to him. Of course it didn't surprise him, but it did trigger his intuition up. So he turned...very slowly.

Only to find the kid with the loaf of bread in her hands. Reborn questioned his intuition, why did it go up? It was just an innocent...abandoned..kid?

The guy shot an eyebrow in curiosity at this child. As much as he looked at her, she was a girl at the age of 4 or 5. Obviously a street brat, since her clothing was all torn, and her face and hands were all muddy and dusty. The only clean thing on her...was the bread.

The dark-haired guy looked at her...with pity, but he didn't want to do anything unreasonable, so he just turned away and walked off.

Only to get another shiver in his spine. What was up with him? So turned back to see the girl stare at him. Or, not. She wasn't exactly staring at Reborn himself, it's what was in that carrying thing that was stuck to the man's belt. A shining object could hardly be seen behind his opened up jacket.

Another eyebrow was raised, now more curious than the previous time. Was she looking at his gun?

Sighing a bit, the hitman walked towards the small black-haired girl, "You're too young to even think about using this." He stated in a rather caring, but strict way. He twisted his sideburns, which somehow he got a habit of when something interesting was on his mind.

The girl pouted, "I don't care about rules." she blurted out, while still staring at the shining metal and holding much tighter grip on the bread now than before.

"Is that so? Then that bread is not yours either, right?" A sympathetic smirk left him, while leaning down to be on the same eye-level as the girl now. Most street brats were alike, he didn't think that she was any different, but somehow her stare told a different story.

"It is now." She changed her eyes to look at the weird and cool guy right in front of her nose.

The hitman sighed AGAIN! Who ever thought that he could do that, and not only once a day, or week, or a year?

Tell him why he was talking to this kid again? ...I don't know either, and neither did he (although, he won't admit it).

In the end, he just stood up to go again, but then after a short distance, he turned around to see the kid again. ...Well, that was weird, he swore that he left her on a more further distance than that. But he thought it was just paranoia or something of the sort and started to walk again.

This time, he turned to the right, thinking that he won't see the kid again, but when he turned yet again at the known presence, Reborn started to twitch his left eye. Was she following him?

No, no, no...it was impossible. WHY would she follow him? There was no reason for her to, except for the gun...but the town, where they were in... it wasn't such a special thing, really. A lot of people had it, because a LOT of them were a part of the mafia mind you. True, not everybody goes around to show it in the middle of the street, but I mean...COME ON!

It was already the 10th time Reborn had turned into a small ally to loose his rather annoying tail, a.k.a - the little girl.

I mean, if he wanted to, he could just jump on one of the roofs, but since he already had enough showing off for the day, he decided not to.

But this was getting freaky, even for the best hitman. The said guy was getting stiff and irritated. Of course he tried to keep his cool, but it didn't work too well, since he was already breaking up a sweat...

"What do you want, brat?" He asked, loosing his patience (jeez, was he THAT impatient when he was younger? Tch, tch, tch~ Reborn, reborn, reborn...your language!)

The girl's black eyes, glittered, as it seemed that she finally got what she wanted, "Teach me." She said, using a puppy dog stance.

"Teach what?" The young dark-haired practically barked. But it seemed like the girl didn't mind the barking at all, "How to use that thing..." She just replied innocently.

This took Reborn by surprise, "The gun? Why?" "Hmm~, well, for one...after you used that thing, the stupid old man that was chasing me freaked out and ran for it." She answered excitedly, throwing her arms around to act the scene from earlier out. Of course, a 4 or 5 years old could do it properly, but since it looked so funny the hitman chuckled unwillingly.

"And what do I get in return for teaching you?" He asked, obviously not taking the girl's words seriously.

Oh, shoot. He caught her...The girl heard the adults on the streets talk abouts deals and such, where one would do something with something in return. But since she only experienced beatings for taking something, she never really thought it is of any use.

But then an idea popped up in her head, "I won't take anything without permission again." Of course that was hard to believe, even for herself..But something made that sound like it would work.

"Really?" The soon-to-be-teacher wondered, with both raised eyebrows and a 'I don't believe you' look in his bored eyes.

"Oui!" The girl said sternly, leaving no space for suspicion. But then a more relaxed face came over her, as she said, "But I don't have anything else, so...you'll have to feed me too..." A small smile crept up.

Reborn rolled his eyes. Of course. Why did he not think of that earlier? She just wanted to desperately find a place to live in...

Though the idea of having someone around once in awhile at home didn't sound too bad. And since this girl DID just make him break a sweat, she seemed to have some great potential. Maybe it would be fine, and she promised not to steal anything...Which he wouldn't trust if it would be said by an older person, but this little lost kitty was more innocent than he had first made an impression of her. She wouldn't lie, that's a good trait...for now.

"Alright, I'll teach you. But there will be rules that you will HAVE TO follow." He made the 'have to' clear. The girl just nodded happily in return.

Maybe he now got a different hobby to look forward to from now on~.

How was this chapter~? Yup, so this story is a several years before Reborn meets Checker face and the rest. Or it's suppose to be anyways. And yes, this is in France, so some of the short words were in french.

I hope you figured who the girl is~, if not...you'll have to wait until next chapter.

Reborn is maybe a bit out of character, but hey...he couldn't be cool all of his life, right? So he is a bit more impatient now.

Please tell me what you thought, ok?