Disclaimer: I don't own KHR! Amano Akira san does!


Hah, been a while since I posted something. This new fic... the plot bunny didn't wanna leave me alone. I also have to thank my friends Sweet Serendipitea and Red1707 for helping me point out mistakes and well... Rephrasing a lot of things. And to the readers who read my other fics, sorry! I'm not planning on updating any of them in the near future.

Well, better stop rambling and onto the story!


Extra note for speech :

"Black Hole" : Japanese

"Black Hole" : English

"Black Hole" : Mainly Italian but can also be others

"Black Hole" : Over the phone (Japanese)

"Black Hole" : Over the phone (English)

"Black Hole" : Over the phone (Mainly Italian but can also be others)


I had lived an introverted life. A life isolated from my own surroundings. My existence not acknowledged by any. Until that one day... The day when "death" took my world apart


I sat there in a meadow, not knowing how I got here or where exactly was this place. Then there came a woman with long, blonde hair dancing in the spring breeze walking out of a nearby cottage, wearing a pink sundress and a pink hat adorned with white carnations and a white silk ribbon. She walked up to me and sat to my right in the grass, then started saying things I did not understand so well.

"Your life will only start today, Elena chan. There will never be any recollection of your memories of meeting me within your dreams, but I will continue on since one day, you will be able to remember all this. My beloved Star, you are the only one capable of embracing this power. And I shall unleash it when you meet Decimo. Ciao, I'll leave the Vongola in your care now."

I looked to my right, she wasn't there. All that's left was a lingering scent of carnations in their full bloom...


"You may begin!"

My pen glided across the paper as the exam had begun. The paper was quite challenging for the ordinary standards. To me, it was as easy as eating a piece of cake. I always had the time to study, since my world is different from the others. I never went out to hang out with friends. My only friend had moved last year so I was all alone. I've never learned what video games were, since my parents are strict despite their lack of acknowledgement towards my existence. The only game I know is chess, and I tell you, I know it like the back of my hand. I am fully aware that most people in school didn't like me very much. And no, they didn't even try to pretend to be nice. Why? Well, no one really cared about me. Not that it bothers me though...

"Oh well"

I put down my pen and took a deep breath. That exam paper was child's play.

I stole a glance up at the clock. Ten minutes. So that means I have an hour and 50 minutes to nap. Perfect. Taking off my black-rimmed glasses and carefully placing them on the table, I rested my forehead in my arms that were crossed on the table.

BANG!

Was that a gunshot? Who would be shooting bullets at this time of the day? Not that I care if it is real. People don't even care about my existence. So it's not like anyone would even care if my existence is-

CRASH!

The classroom window that looked outside to a sea of trees shattered. I felt a sharp pain stab me in the throat. Then the sound of metal colliding with concrete and high pitched screams rang through my ears. I could feel something oozing out of my throat. I lifted my shaking hand and grasped the area that hurt to the point that I wanted to rip it off. A warm, thick liquid then coated my hand.

'What in the-'

I tried to speak, but no sound came out. The metallic scent was something I remember vividly, but what was it? It was as if my memories were buried deep in my mind. My deep hazel eyes widened in feared I saw what substance was covering my hand. Oh my god, crimson red blood coated my palm and was trickling down my arm.

BANG! Click.. BANG!

Another couple of gunshots. This time, the pain had hit me in the eyes and chest. Two more sounds of metal-concrete collisions, one the second after the previous. How did a bullet even pass through the skull and pierce both eyes? A high caliber sniper bullet? My vision had gone black. Breathing became difficult. But I was still conscious. The metallic taste of blood was nauseating. So the first gunshot caught my throat as well. I struggled to breathe normally. I could hear the commotion around me. Why are they even worrying- no, noticing?! You hate me! You never cared about me!

My breathing became ragged. People were screaming. I assume that blood was splattered all over the wall to my right. I had fallen off my chair and sat there in a pool of my own blood. Who knew that my presence is actually known by people. Wait... Paramedics wouldn't abandon their patients. Over the PA system, I could hear evacuation announcements being made. The crunching of glass under many pairs of feet could be heard at a distance. More screams and sounds of vomiting could be heard from the door, must be the naughty souls wanting to find out what the commotion was about, resulting to them seeing a bloody mess. Teachers were pressing against my wounds, attempting to stop the bleeding

'Fools, your attempts are futile. Leave me alone...'

Even in the sound of a bustling crowd fighting to leave the targeted building, I could hear the soft sounds of footsteps drawing closer, not farther from this gruesome scene. Who was it? Why is there another who cared?

"Elena sama!"

My consciousness was fading away at a breathtaking speed when I heard my name being called from a distance. Sama? Wasn't that a Japanese term to call someone of a higher rank than you? Before I knew it, I was out like a light.


Ten minutes earlier...


Walking down the hallway was a teen with curly sideburns dressed in a finely tailored suit, a yellow dress shirt and a fedora. Despite his outward appearance as a 17 year-old, he had an aura of someone much older. He had come to this place with the excuse of "finding a suitable place for his future boss to study in". His actual task was to guard the girl who was the unknown descendant of the Vongola's first star, protect her from assassins. Nobody knew about her existence and her powers until recently when Yuni predicted that she existed and was being hunted down, the Tunafish had confirmed this. The only information available from the hyper intuition and future : The two stars share the same name. And the location... Easily discriminated as Indonesia.

It would've been a simple task for the world's greatest Hitman but he never knew that it would be easier than what he had expected. What made it easy was that there was only ONE girl in that entire country that possessed that very name.

The sound of a gunshot was just loud enough for him to be able to hear. He then ran to the floor above only to see a window splattered with blood.

"Shit"

Two more gunshots. Then he knew that Lal Mirch would scold him for being 'incompetent'. No... He was going to lose his reputation big time.

He sprinted through the ocean of students which was moving away from the scene. At least his movements were swift despite opposing the movement of the crowd and he was able to easily reach his destination.

"Elena sama!"

He called out. There was only one brunette girl in the class surrounded by panicking teachers who were trying to stop the bleeding by applying pressure to her wounds. A teacher was talking on the phone, most likely calling a hospital. Her reaction to his call was enough to tell him that she was the one he was looking for. The small, petite figure of the little girl seemed lifeless. She was bleeding profusely from the neck, head and chest. He made his way to her side and checked for a pulse. Wielding his sun flames at the same time to at least stop the heavy bleeding.

"Still alive, good"

The Arcobaleno, Vongola, Shimon, Varia, Giglio Nero, Millefiore and the allied famiglias have no right to have his head, for now.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

One of the adults in the room asked the foreign man. Tilting his fedora to hide his obsidian eyes that were shining due to his evil intents, he smirked. Pathetic civilians dare to question him?

"I am Reborn, and I am taking custody of Elena sama under Vongola Nono and Decimo's orders"

"What the hell?! You have no right to do so, scram!"

The teacher glared at the Italian, trying to sound protective.

"You still say that despite her existence being insolent to you? I am taking Elena sama with me and nobody is getting in my way"

The teacher averted his eyes, it was obvious that the man before him could read his mind.

"Her family-"

"They don't care about her"

Reborn wanted to shoot the man in the head, but that would expose his identity as a mafioso.

"But she's-"

Reborn rolled his eyes. YES, HE ROLLED HIS EYES. The weakling teacher was ticking him off

"Dying, yes. But I am also known as Boreen. Heard of the name before?"

The people in the room gaped at him. Is it really that surprising? He looks like him- no, HE IS HIM. It should've been easy to identify him as Boreen. Though he was no longer in his Arcobaleno form.

"Y-you don't mean the genius Boreen who completed his doctor's degree in a year"

They don't know who 'Reborn' is but knows 'Boreen' who is just a cover up?

"I am also a prodigy in the medical department so I'm taking the girl with me. If you would excuse me, I'll have to ring up Verde to help out on this one. Her vocal cords and eyes are heavily damaged and might have to be replaced. She also got shot in the chest and have to be treated as fast as possible"

"V...Verde? The genius scientist?"

'So Verde is more well known than me'

Reborn clenched his fist and swore to torture Verde the next time they meet.

Lifting the girl into his arms, he jumped out of the window. And glared at a tree right ahead. Nearby, there was a helicopter with the Vongola Emblem on it waiting for the Hitman to arrive.

"VOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?!"

A long haired silveret call- *coughs* screamed from the helicopter.

"Ushishishishi. Go screw the teachers then Squalo"

A blonde with a very long fringe that concealed his eyes with a tiara perched daintily on his fluffy hair mocked at the shark.

"I WASN'T ASKING YOU BEL!"

Reborn jumped onto the helicopter which was already taking off as indigo mist shrouded the aircraft, concealing their location.

"Tch, shut up all of you trash"

A long haired ravenet with scars covering his whole face and eyes a deep crimson scowled.

"Mu, so the girl boss?"

The hooded 17 year-old illusionist in the dark corner of the aircraft that no one knows whether or not the ex-Arcobaleno was a male or female with triangular marks down the cheeks asked.

Reborn's eyebrow twitched since he knew that it wasn't necessary to ask that. Mammon and Lussuria had the ability to identify these tiny details so what's the point in asking him? Though it seems that Xanxus ignored Mammon, making the Viper sulk.

"For now, help to recreate her damaged blood vessels and nerves. We need to limit her blood loss. Give her back her eyesight and voice temporarily as well. Lussuria, go heal her as much as you can"

"On it~"

The gay peacock with multicoloured hair that never took off his shades squealed. Just as he ran to the girl's side, screams and shouts could be heard from land despite their urgent altitude of over 1500 meters.

"No need for the vocal chords and eyes? Hey! Answer me!"

The gay Varia member skipped towards the injured girl who was placed carefully on the floor. Then called out his peacock box animal to start to patch up her injuries.

"I'll be giving Verde a call so don't disturb me"

Lussuria seemed to have understood that Reborn had no intention of letting the girl keep her original eye colour and voice. So he proceeded to fixing up her punctured lungs and maybe her heart since there was a 0.7590377657945635% chance that if the bullet were to enter from the point of impact and was able to puncture both her lungs, her heart may have been grazed slightly by the high caliber bullet. Thankfully, the bullets had not remained in her body so the job was simple as he did not have to remove them from her body.

"Ushishishi, makes me want to disturb you more"

Reborn shot a bullet at Belphegor that pierced his tiara.

"Why are we even doing this fake-prince senpai?"

A teal haired boy with a small stature made him seem very fragile, a frog hat that covered his whole head,only revealing his face, and marks on his face similar to Mammon's said to the self-proclaimed prince.

The never-ending ringing of the phone was pissing Reborn off. Verde just had to ignore his calls did he?

"Nono and Decimo's orders Froggy. And you know perfectly well that the boss will listen to their request"

Reborn was about to blow the helicopter apart with explosives he stole from Lambo when Verde finally picked the phone up.

"What is it? You woke me up"

"Sorry, I forgot the time difference. But first, get your ass over to Japan"

Reborn was clearly being sarcastic there was no way that Reborn wouldn't be able to remember something so trivial like that. Even he sounded as if his actual intentions were to torture Verde to death. At this point, Reborn didn't bother to hide his evilness.

"What is it this time"

"Vongola's star"

Those words should be enough to get Verde to agree.

"... I'll be there in 10 minutes"

"Blow shit up and I will kill you"

Reborn made it sound very casual, though Verde wouldn't underestimate his words. The last time Reborn said that, he didn't just kill. He massacred an entire mafia famiglia. Reborn's evil smile was etched onto his face because now he would be able to torture Verde very soon for being more well known than he is.

"What do you need"

"Eyes, vocal cords. A range so she would appear different and sound different. We want her in the Vongola. Needs to be unidentifiable in terms of appearance"

"That's it? I thought that you would damage her more than that you sadist"

Reborn's eyebrow twitched. Nothing can annoy him more than this green haired science freak. Not really. There's Lambo, but he's classifying by those in his league.

"It wasn't even me dimwit"

That was partially true. If he hadn't taken his time, she would have never been shot in the first place.

"Better get my ass to Japan before you kill me"

The line went dead. Reborn threw the mobile phone across the cabin and it landed in Leviathan's hands.

"He's on his way. Get me on a line with my Dame student Leviathan"

Leviathan knew perfectly well that all their lives would be in danger if Reborn decides to blow shit up if he didn't hurry. So he typed the number out at Mach speed and handed the phone to Reborn after hitting the call button.

"Hello? Reborn?"

A soft but stern voice of a small but powerful person answered.

"I found her, she'd be all right though her eyes and vocal chords are damaged beyond repair"

"You did that? Please say you didn't"

He sounded more anxious than angry.

"No, they got her before I was able to do anything"

"Her family?"

"Mukuro is doing his job well"

"Tracks?"

"Like hell I'd need to cover them. That place doesn't even know who 'Reborn' is"

"The enemy?"

"I sent Lal Mirch"

"So is-"

"Everything is taken care of"

Reborn cut off the person on the other line, not wanting to waste any more time.

"Her existence?"

"Her approval is necessary"

"I understand. Tell Mukuro to gather all her belongings and replace them with illusions"

"Do that yourself"

There was a sigh that was barely audible from the other end of the line. But of course, Reborn could hear it clearly. He understands his student the best after all.

"First things first, how long?"

"Usually it would be 8 hours from here to Japan on a jet but the Vongola technology that Spanner improved with the flame of the night will allow it to be at most 20 minutes"

"I will be waiting for you at Namimori hospital then. I'll see you later then, Reborn"

"Yes, Vongola Decimo"


Side story~

-An Encounter with the Scariest and Most Spartan CEDEF Member-


"You're really gonna shoot?"

The man holding the school floor plan was quivering.

"Of course you bitch!"

The other man with the sniper rifle growled at his companion.

"I feel bad for shooting a little girl"

The sniper glared at the scaredy cat of a mafioso.

"And you're supposed to be one of us? Especially as an elite of the Eosolaru? My own master in the art of gunning?"

The sniper loaded the gun and fired. The smaller man who acted like a pacifist closed his eyes, not wanting to see what would happen to the little girl.

"KYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"Bulls eye"

The sniper sniggered as screams erupted from the building. He reached for a bullet in his pocket and got ready to reload the gun.

"Don't load the gun like that! You'll-"

"Yeah bitch, what's wro-"

The sniper was not looking at what he was doing. The slide where you insert the bullet slid out of his grip and snapped his middle finger off.

"Argh!"

"Didn't I warn you on your first day of training?! These sniper rifles made by the Eosolaru are easy to load! But a single mistake and your fingers are gone!"

"That's your department fucker! Why do you even make it like this?!"

"It allows the fucking bullet to fire at a higher speed asshole! It also allows you to use higher caliber bullets!"

"You should've told me earlier motherfucker!"

"Give it to me!"

The smaller 'pacifist' now more of a 'militarist' snatched the gun from the other man's grasp and a bullet. He fired the already loaded bullet into the girl's skull almost instantly after positioning the gun, reloaded at lightning speed, then sent the next shot through the girl's chest.

"That's how you do it"

He glared darkly at his disciple. And smiled the very evil smile looked as if it was mimicked by the slit-mouthed woman. Anyone would have shivered in fear.

"Now let's go back to train my beloved disciple~"

"I don't think so bitches"

A dark-blue haired woman with tattoo-like marks on her face and wearing goggles on her forehead pulled herself onto the same tree the Eosolaru were on.

"You tried to murder our star, are you digging your own grave or what?"

The two Eosolaru members hugged each other in fear. Now this woman was scarier than the slit-mouthed woman and the skylarks - COMBINED.

"P...p...PLEASE SPARE US!"

"DIE!"

BANG! CRASH! BOOM!

For the next couple of minutes, all you could hear were cries of pain and agony. If you listened very carefully, you would be able to hear the fearsome CEDEF elite's shouts in anger, frustration and happiness. Yes happiness, the amount of entertainment she experiences when torturing people is tremendous.

"Lal, that's enough there's no need to beat up a couple of corpses."

A tall blonde teen wearing an army uniform with a gun slung over his back, a falcon perched on his shoulder, strolled to the now pitch black tree stained scarlet red.

"What are you doing here Colonello?!"

Colonello grinned. Leaning on a tree that somehow survived the numerous explosions caused by Lal.

"Cause you're here of course! But..."

"But what?"

Lal glared at Colonello who seemed reluctant to answer.

"Spill it"

"You were told to interrogate them"

"So what?"

"By Reborn"

Lal's face slowly drained from its colour. Disobeying Reborn meant that shit was going to happen. And chances are, World War 3 will start. And Italy would be the center of the whole conflict.

"O-okay then. What do we do?"

"Anything you picked up before you decided to start with their torture session?"

"One of them said something about the Eosolaru"

"That small mafia group?"

"I guess"

The ringing of a cellphone interrupted their conversation. Lal stuck her hand into the dead Eosolaru elite's pocket and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Lal Mirch?!"

"What the fuck Fon?!"

"What the fuck, you're an Eosolaru?!"

"No fucking way! These Eosolaru bitches were on an assassination mission to kill the Vongola's star!"

"No need to interrogate them then. I squeezed out all the information I could from these weaklings"

"You don't mean literally do you?"

"Of course literally!"

The silence was deadly and eerie. But an angry Fon may be even scarier. An angry dragon defeats the skylark in power and ferociousness. And this dragon here isn't something you should mess with.

"Anyway, mind handing the information to us? I need to report to Reborn"

"You killed them before you got any information again? God bless you, your luck is overwhelming"

"You gonna send it or not?"

Lal jumped off the tree and walked towards the road with Colonello.

"Your email"

"Ciao"

Lal pocketed her phone and walked with Colonello to the airport to catch the next flight back to Japan. To their Vongola Decimo.


Let me guess... Confusing? Well maybe some answers will be in the next chapter. Don't hesitate to ask me anything through PM or even review me any questions. I'd really appreciate it if readers would do me a favor and read my good friend Sweet Serendipitea's fic called "The Don and the Nation".

Well, I'll be working on chapter 2 now which is half done. Feel free to PM questions or leave a review. Any pairings you're looking out for? Just ask if you want and I'll give an answer whether or not it's possible.

I may be changing the pairings for this fic! Maybe! I still want it as Kyouya x OC... But yeah! (I'll be saying this in the chapters from 4 onwards too so yeah!)

If you have any pairing suggestions leave it in the comments!

I'll see you all in the next chapter!

~Kiri


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