Whispers of the Wind

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR.

I'm quite content with my life. Loving mom and dad, annoying but thoughtful younger sister, the complete set of KHR manga stacked under my bedside table… Yup! I'm quite content. Then I just had to be transported –yes, transported. Not reborn in, nor woke up in, like in all those great fan fics I've in the internet. 'Cause it all happened when I was AWAKE and in my FULL CONCIOUSNESS, when I was brought to freaking KHR world. In a three year old's body and as future SISTER of LAMBO BOVINO. Not mention I was born with these weird flames I've never read in the manga that made me Vongola X's eigth guardian… Was there even a Wind Guardian in the first place?

It all started when I was at school. My friends were mocking me because I had proudly told them that I could now read Japanese. And it hurt, despite knowing that it was bound to happen for I'm the only otaku in our , I know. My otaku life's quite hard.

Anyway, going back. I was kind of furious at them, because they went as far as filling my note book where I was practicing my Japanese with lots of scribbles to the point that I could barely understand my notes. And I was like, "Years from now, I'll be in Japan in my full glory, while you're all stuck here with your butts nailed to the ground because while I'm studying my ass off you're all just lazing around and not giving a shit about your studies!" Cue the glaring. "And you know what? When I really get to that country? I'd be forgetting all of you!" My friends (if they still were my friends) whimpered on the chairs. I towered over them, fire blazing in my eyes due to my anger. "Because at least I have dreams! And I'm making an effort to achieve those freaking dreams! Unlike you who have dreams but treat it as something impossible to reach!" Then, like a boss, I took my bag and went home as if I just hadn't exploded, not even giving them a second glance.

I was known in our school for the fact when I'm class president; we're all cool so long as you abide by my rules. But if not, my patience and temper shortens. Mess with my rules and I'll send you straight to the principal. But that rarely happens. 'Coz we're almost always cool with my rules. Now, I'm known, among my friends, as The Perfectionist. I'm quite laid back actually, so I just shrug the nick name off. But when it comes to group work, The Perfectionist side off me kicks in. And when it does, I expect nothing less than perfection from my group and group work. And since my friends are usually my group mates, they're scared of my, as they call it, Perfectionist Mode. And my Perfectionist Mode consists of hot-temper, short patience, high expectations, bossy attitude, and menacing aura…

Let's just say I used Perfectionist Mode when I snapped at them about going to Japan and stuff. I didn't regret it though. 'Coz they're all dumb bitches whose minds are always on boys and boys and boys. I mean, seriously. What's up with boys when I have poster of a hot and sexy-looking Dino up my wall? And really, they don't study. I may not be the smartest kid in our year but I have high-satisfactory grades. Not to mention my A minus average in almost all subjects. B's were my lowest while A's were my highest (I've got an A plus in gym class though, hehehe). That's why I wanted new friends; because I knew my former ones were bad influences. And also 'coz they're all assholes.

So, after two hours of studying and doing home work, I ate before plopping on our sofa in the living room and turning the TV on, KHR manga volume 1 turned to chapter 7 in my hands. It was finally the last game and whoever would win would be the champion. Finally! After this game, the basketball season in our country would end and the boys from my class would finally stop bugging me to watch stupid basketball. Okay, I like basketball and all and I like playing it but Rain-or-Shine (the team I'm betting ten on) was obviously losing to San Mig (the opposing team). I snorted, flipping the page of my manga, wondering how on earth irritating snot-nosed Lambo turned to cool and charismatic Lambo in the future.

" Ate!" I turned to my younger sister. (To those who don't know, what she called me is not my name. It's read as Ah-te. And in our country, it's a form of endearment used by younger siblings to address their older sister. Much like Nee-san or Onee-chan in Japan.)

"What?" I asked lazily, head lolling from my pillow to look at her.

My eight year old sister sniffed. "Are you still watching TV?" she asked. "'Coz if not I'm gon'na watch Inuyasha now." As much as I loved the fact that my sister is an otaku too, she's a real sucker for Inuyasha. Go enter her room and 90% of the colors that you'd see would be silver, red, and yellow. The 10% percent is green, black, and white for Kagome.

I thought about it. "Yeah it's your turn now. Rain-or-Shine is losing anyway." Then I went back to reading KHR. I felt my sister snuggle up to me after setting up the TV into this particular episode she liked. I ignored her, as well as her cheers whenever Inuyasha's fighting, and her squeals whenever Inuyasha and Kagome is making lovey-dovey. Our house keeper would check on us from time to time. I ignored her too. 'Coz I was too busy reading manga. My sister was already on her third episode when I stood up to get some water. "Don't even try thinking of removing my book mark," I told her, grinning when I caught her eyeing my manga. She grinned back and we laughed a bit.

"I want a cold glass too!" she chimed.

I nodded. "Sure thing." The moment the second glass of water was filled, the light bulb flickered before everything went black. I heard wail coming from the living room. Shit! I quickly placed the glasses down and ran to where my sister was. She's afraid of the dark! "Pauline!" I cried, cursing our house for being too damn big. "Where are you?" Why must they cut the electricity of all times?

"I-I'm here!" It was her voice! And she sounded like she crying.

I cursed and tried make my legs move faster. I literally couldn't see anything in the pitch black. I heard her crying loudly. "Don't worry I'll be th –dammit!" I stumbled a few times, clutching my side with hit what I think was a chair. I snarled. Why're my eyes still not adjusting?! It was like running around with your eyes closed. Is this what it feels like to be blind? "Pauline! Ate's coming!"

"H-H-H-Hurry u-up!" she called, crying. "MOMMY!"

"Shut it!" I snapped, feeling my way towards her voice. "Mom's not here!"

"DADDY!"

"You're hopeless!" I groaned. "I'm almost there, sis!" I yelled, feeling the familiar fabric of the sala set. "Just wave arms so that I could get to you easier."

"C-C-Can't see you!" she whimpered. "Still can't f-f-feel you!"

I started waving my arms blinding as well. My fingers brushed what felt like skin. I grinned as tried to grab for her hand. "Got'cha –" I heard my sister scream before light flooded the room with a sudden flash. I had to cover my eyes so that I won't be blinded. To my surprise, I felt as if my movements were restricted. I put arm down, my eyes widening in surprise. What the fuuu am I doing in an open field? I blinked before snapping my head about. Where's my sister!? "Po-wiiiiin!" I clamped my mouth shut. Since when did my voice became so… squeaky? I tried again. "Where are you Powin?!" I gasped. The fuuu?! I looked at my hands. These are damned toddler's hands! I tried opening and closing my hands. The toddler hands did the same. SOMEBODY MUST BE SHITTING ME!

"Ara? There you are, Cecilia," I heard someone from behind me drawl smoothly. In. freaking. ITALIAN! Since when have I understood Italian?! Also, that voice sounds frighteningly familiar. Almost like… Like… I whirled around, gasping once again before falling on my butt. 20YL!Lambo! Only, this Adult Lambo look alike looked older. He had both his eyes half open and his curly raven hair gelled back. And he's also wearing suit. Other than the small stubble he had on his chin, they looked exactly alike. I gasped, eyes wide open, as I backed away from the Adult Lambo look-alike, still on the ground, and pointing an accusing toddler finger at him, words unable to form in my mouth. The look-alike smiled in amusement. "Yare, yare," he said, chuckling. "You'll get your pretty dress dirty, my little principessa."

My face flushed furious red. M-My little princess?! Where on earth did that come from?! I gulped, mustering up courage. "Who –Who are you?!" I squeaked, my finger still pointed at him.

Adult Lambo look-alike blinked once, before chucking once again, shaking his head. "Yare, yare," he said, smiling slightly. "Did the little principessa forget who Papa is after playing hide-and-seek?" I choked on my own spit, coughing hard. The look-alike was beside me in a flash, patting my back comfortingly. "There, there now," he said softly. "Let's go get the principessa some water, hmmm?" All of a sudden, he scooped my toddler body up in his arms, dusting my dirty bottom in the process.

I barely noticed it for I was processing what he just said. "P-Papa?" I croaked out, disbelieving. What the heck?!

Said Papa hummed, giving me a small smile. "Yes, my little principessa?"

My eyebrows met. "Where is my sister?" Is Pauline here too?

"Sister?" Adult Lambo look-alike repeated, looking at me in amusement. "Cecilia wants a sorellina?"

I blinked. He keeps calling me Cecilia! It's so hard to say! My name's Kaye and I like it because it has only one syllable! Also… "No!" I exclaimed, shocking both me and the look-alike. "Powin!"

Adult Lambo look-alike raised a lazy eyebrow at me. "Po… win?" He reached a door with two guards, nodding, before they let us in. I grumbled, crossing my arms and pouting. It my self-proclaimed father chuckle. Wait, what? Since when have I been this childish? "P-A-U-L-I-N-E!" I spelled out too enthusiastically for my liking. Is the toddler me taking over? NOOOO! "Powin!" Oh great. I thought I was still adjusting but my L's became W's! Damn this baby talk!

We reached a room that looked like a big kitchen. "Go get Cecilia a bottle of water. It shouldn't be cold," Look-alike told a maid before setting me down on a high chair. He chuckled again. "So the principessa's sorellina should be named 'Pauline'?"

I gaped at him. Pauline's not here? "No!" I yelled, waving my tiny arms around. "My sister!"

My self-proclaimed father blinked. He then smiled gently as he pulled a chair to sit beside me. "Your sister?" I nodded vigorously. "Cecilia still doesn't have a sister."

All of a sudden, I felt my eyes watering up. The thought of my sister not here with me was too sad for my toddler side to handle. Then, in all my baby glory, I wailed loudly. "N-No sister?!" I shrieked, trashing my baby legs and arms.

Adult Lambo look-alike's eyes widened. "A-Ah, don't cry principessa!" he chided nervously. "Y-You're not hurt! E-Everything's all right!" The maid came back with said baby bottle. A. BABY. Bottle. "Water for the signorina, Signore Bovino."

Did my toddler ears hear right? DID IT?! 'Coz it heard 'Signore Bovino'!My thirteen year old mind put the pieces together. The speaking in Italian. The Adult Lambo look-alike. My short arms reached up and I felt curly hair. Curly hair when I originally had straight hair. Then my self-proclaimed father was actually the boss of the Bovino Famiglia!

I'M IN FREAKING KHR WORLD! OH MY GOSH IF I'M IN ITALY I MUST VISIT DINO!

But then again, if I remember correctly, the boss on the Bovino famiglia's son in canon is… a stupid cow! Somehow, the thought of Lambo as my little brother in future made me cry harder. Hmmm, based in fanfics that I've read… I've been transported here! Though it's quite vague because it's always 'I died then I reborn in KHR world'. But anyhow, that means I should be able to conclude that my sister is safe. I looked at the panicked Adult Lambo look-alike through my toddler I should call him Papa now. But then again… I DON'T WANT TO HAVE A COW BRAT AS MY BROTHER! My toddler side took over. And I found myself crying as loud as I can.

Papa–yes, Papa–sucked in a breath and snapped at a maid, "Go call Caterina NOW!" He turned to me, giving out at faltering smile. "I-It's a-alright, principessa," he said nervously. "E-Everything's fine!"

"Lamberto!" came a sharp feminine voice that made both me and Papa suck in a breath. A woman, tall and slim with pale skin, wavy raven hair, and piercing green eyes, glared at my father, behind her was the maid.

"C-Caterina," he squeaked, frightened.

I turned to the woman, who I figured as my mother and whimpered as I stretched my arms out to her. "M-Mamma!"
My mother's eyes softened once landing on my crying form. She picked me up, bouncing me on her hip while sending my father a reprimanding look. I wrapped my arms around her neck, sniffling. "How many times have I told you to not make my bambina cry!" Mamma scolded. "What happened this time?"

Papa cowered. "The little p-princess cried when she realized she d-doesn't have a sorellina," he muttered lamely.

"Sorellina?" Mamma turned and pushed my hair back. I looked at her with wide, teary eyes. I did my best to look cute. She tilted her head as she wiped my tears away. She chuckled. "You want to have a sorellina?"

I thought about it. Maybe if I asked them to then they'd do intercourse and I'd have a sister after nine months… At least I won't be alone handling Lambo as a stupid brother. Okay! I've made my decision. I nodded, pushing my lower lip out and hugging my new mother tighter. "Powin..." I mumbled, burying my face into her shoulder. Heh, I must be sooo cute right now.

Mamma raised an elegant eyebrow at me before looking questioningly at her husband. Papa chuckled, having already recovered from his previous fear from Mamma. "Yare, yare… It seems our principessa wants to have a sorellina named Pauline," he told her.

Mamma blinked, before chuckling once again. "We'll see what Papa and I can do, Cecilia," she cooed softly, planting a small kiss on my forehead.

I nodded, cuddling with Mamma. Inwardly, I sighed. So I guess my new name is Cecilia now, huh? I thought dejectedly. And though it's kinda cute… I still think my one syllable name is a lot better. Before I knew it, I was already dozing off in my new mother's arms. The last thought I had in mind was how my sister in the real world was doing.

It was pitch black. Like what happened in the real world. I looked down at my hands, I eyes widening when I saw my normal teenage ones. My eyebrows met when I realized that my hands were translucent. I gulped. I cautiously felt my face. It was the face that I would see whenever I would look into a mirror for thirteen years. I then looked to myself wearing this thin white nightgown. I wrinkled my nose. Where am I?

Then I heard it. My sister's crying voice. I snapped my head towards its direction, suddenly on the run towards it. "I'm here, sis! I'm here!" I yelled, hoping it would soothe her.

She just continued crying as if she didn't even hear me. Her cries grew louder and louder every step I took. When I figured I was already only two feet away from the sound, light came flooding back. And I was in a familiar room, the very same room where I had been reading manga earlier. I saw Pauline still on the sofa where I left her, knees hugged tightly against her chest and hiccupping.

I sat beside her, snorting. "You're still a cry-baby when it comes to the dark you know?" I told her. She didn't reply, just staring, teary-eyed, at something behind me. I frowned. "Hey, don't ignore me now!" Still no reply. "Hey–!" My breath hitched. My hand passed through her! WTF!? I stared, horrified, as I tried to process what was happening.

Footsteps came, making me and my sister turn towards it. Our housekeeper panted, looking at Pauline worriedly. She shook her head, walking towards us. "Pauline," she said softly, "It was just a simple black-out." My sister whimpered, making our housekeeper sigh. She then moved to sit on me. TO SIT. ON. ME.

I growled. "What's the big deal –"

I gasped, once our housekeeper successfully sat on me. No, not sat ON, sat THROUGH. I WAS LIKE A FREAKING GHOST. I stood up, passing through the lady with ease. … SOMEBODY MUST BE SHITTING ON ME! I frantically snapped my fingers in front of their faces, hoping to get their attention. I bit my lip when they continued to ignore me. I then proceeded to shouting curses into their ears, but still to no avail. I sighed. I looked at my hands again. Translucent.

"Shit."

Out of pure curiosity, I looked around. To my surprise, my manga wasn't there. I turned to look at my sister but then quickly remembered that she doesn't hear me. Then something caught my eye –the picture frames. I couldn't help but gasp, my hands flying to cover my mouth. All my pictures in the photographs were missing. I spun I checked our family portrait in the main hall. I only had Mom, Dad, and Pauline. The spot where I should be, in between Dad and Pauline, was blank. I ran a hand through my straight raven locks before sprinting upstairs to check my room, only to find it locked. I gulped, wondering if I could pass through the door. I nervously reached out a hand. To my relief, it went through. My body then followed. I soon found myself inside what looked like a storage room. It even had dust bunnies hoping about. I was now running both hands into my hair–something that I would always do when I'm going hysterical or too panicky. It was as if nobody has stepped inside this room for ages! I ran outside went into my sister's room. I snapped my head frantically around, searching for the stuffed Kirara I gave my sister on her seventh birthday. If I remember correctly, it always sat beside a stuffed Sango on the cabinet… It wasn't there. Even the poster of Inuyasha that I gave her was not posted on the wall...

It was as if I never existed here.

I shot up, crying loudly. I looked through my tear filled eyes and realized that I was not in my room. I raised my hands and saw those of a toddler's. The memory of Adult Lambo look-alike came to me. It was Papa. Then the elegant looking woman who made Papa scared out of his wits when he thought he made me cry. It was Mamma.
As if on cue, the door of the nursery I was in slammed open and Mamma scooped me up from the crib, shushing me and singing softly. Papa trailed sleepily behind her. He gave a lazy smile. "Yare, yare," he mumbled, yawning. "Had a bad dream, principessa?"

Mamma glared at him. "Oh, hush, Lamberto!" she snapped quietly. "Can't you see that my bambina Cecilia couldn't sleep?"

Papa chuckled, holding his arms out. Mamma passed my crying form to him. "Yare, yare, Papa wouldn't be able to work tomorrow if the principessa keeps him up with her crying," he drawled to me. He turned to Mamma, smiling lazily. My mother rolled her eyes but smiled too anyway. Papa grinned. He turned to me. "Come on, the adorable principessa of this house hold will sleep with the re and regina for tonight." He then carried me to his and Mamma's room, Mamma following us.

And I realized that that dream I had? That's what's happening in the real world. I was no longer Kaye, but rather, Cecilia Bovino, daughter of Lamberto and Caterina Bovino and soon-to-be older sister of an irritating cow named Lambo.

Author's Note: Okay, let's get this clear. This. WAS. REWRITTEN. So yeah, Keirin Cavalleria? She's history. I've already written the second and third chapter of this so I'm just gon'na wait for the feedback. I hope this fanfic caught your attention, minna. Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW! :)