A/N: Thank you for coming to read this story~ Just the fact that one person glanced at this makes me kinda happy. I've seen a lot of reincarnation fics, but surprisingly none (that I know of) centered around Vongola's 11th Generation. And especially none that have BelxHaru (they're so cute, but so unpopular~). Maybe, just maybe, I'm one of a kind -squeals- I must warn you that this is rated T for a reason (It may go up to M later, not sure atm). There is blood. There is cussing. But the most gorey chapter is probably this one. Just warnin' ya~ Now, onto the story (and the dreaded prologue). Whoosh~

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I really couldn't complain. I lived a wondrous, if not short, life. My brother was the only thing I could ever want or need, but I was blessed with a caring mother on top of that. She was a strange one, I'd give her that. She refused to give us 'normal' names, later saying how even though we were twins, she could tell we were as different as the sun and the moon.

I grew up in a home that was always bright and cheerful, even if there was only the three of us. We didn't talk about dad. The only thing Mama ever said about him was that he was a lying, thieving, cheating, conniving bastard, and when I asked what that meant, she said I'd know when I was older.

I never got to know.

We didn't go to school, as she could never trust 'society and the justice system' again after what he did to her, and they let him go free. Mama hated a lot of things because of that, but she never told us what he did to her.

We were home schooled, starting on our third birthday. Our gift that year was 'the gift of learning.' Mama was so happy when she said that, I pretended that I loved it even though I absolutely despised these torturous creations called math and science, academics and exercise. I shiver even now at the thought of them. But reading and writing weren't so bad. I got to learn as many ways to describe my 'dead-beat good for nothing' father as I wanted, because he was the only thing in the world that could poison Mama's beauty and happiness.

You could tell when she was thinking of him. The glow of her eyes would dull and flicker, her always smiling mouth would flatten out and droop at the corners, and there were tears forming in her beautiful brown eyes. I hated him.

I could spend years describing my hatred of him, but as Mama says, 'he isn't worth the effort of pondering his existence.' So for the most part, the first five or so years of Sun's and my life, he wasn't mentioned. Our Mama loved us dearly, and we loved her back. That was all we needed.

At least, that's what I thought on our fourth birthday. I found out three years later that there was one more thing we needed.

For him to not exist.

Because as much as he didn't deserve our hatred, our anger towards everything that was him, he was the kind of god-awful monster that fed on that festering hatred and cruelty. And he would do anything he could to ruin Mama's life until he was the only thing in the entire world that she utterly despised.

On our seventh birthday, as we were hugging each other, laughing until we couldn't breathe at jokes Sun would make, I found I was laughing at him and all the other monsters the world gave birth to as well. It was comical how the horrible things in life thought they could stain the beauty and wonder that was love, the pure joy of happiness and other emotions. What can I say; I'm a dramatic person, even in thoughts.

After that last happy memory, as we were all falling asleep, he made his grand entrance into our lives by breaking down the door of our tiny apartment that was paid for by Mama's parents. We were going to meet them for the first time the next day, and I couldn't wait to give them as much happiness as they gave Mama.

At the sound of wood reduced to planks, Mama woke up, therefore waking me and Sun up. Mama had wanted to get us our own bed, but no bed would ever be comfortable enough for us without her warmth, so after months of pestering she finally agreed to let us permanently sleep on either side of her. She didn't say it, but I knew it made her happy.

As Sun yawned and I rubbed my eyes, I was about to ask Mama what was wrong when I froze. The sound of his deep laughter would echo through my brain forever, the sound equivalent to Satan playing with little puppies. It was wrong.

If we had a bigger apartment, maybe we could have escaped. Maybe we could have hid until he turned his back, made a dash out the door and been given help by the other people in the apartment complex. So many maybes and what-ifs, but as soon as we stood up, he was there, grinning wickedly at us from the doorway.

"It's been a while, Ashley," he drawled, his voice all smiles and laughter, but the way his hungry gaze roamed over Mama, almost predatorily, and the axe he twirled in his hands, gave away his true intentions. "What, seven years? Eight?" He then laughed again, sending chills down my spine. Sun and I had the same exact thought after hearing that laugh a second time.

We both stepped forward, in front of Mama and linked arms, trying to protect her. "Leave her alone!" I nearly screamed. If I hadn't been trying to protect her, I would have shrunk back as his clear blue gaze settled on me, but I had to keep strong, for Mama.

"Oh? Are these little maggots the presents I left behind for you?" he asked, a flash of recognition in his eyes. Mama stiffened behind us, then violently pushed us out of her way. "Get behind me, Sun, Moon!" She was visibly shaking all over, but her doe-brown eyes were determined. Nothing would stop her when she got like that.

At the mention of our names, he just laughed and laughed, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "Sun, Moon?! Oh, that's rich. It's just like you Ashley, to name them so stupidly," he hissed the last part out, as he began advancing forward. I was paralyzed with fear, but Sun was visibly shaking with rage. He screamed, and rushed forward at that devil, but was cut down almost immediately. His crimson blood splashed all over the floor, and he simply fell. I heard screaming, but I couldn't do anything. In one fell swoop, that devil had ruined my entire life. No.

As I watched, paralyzed, practically screaming internally to move move move save her save him do something Moon do something I came to the realization of who he was. He was him. He was a dead-beat, good for nothing, lying, thieving, cheating, conniving bastard. And he was my father.

As my mother closed her warm, chocolate brown eyes for the last time, and fell just like Sun did, I stopped screaming. It didn't even register in my mind that I had been screaming at all. I was no longer paralyzed, but began shaking with rage.

"Oh?" he began laughing at me, thinking I was shaking from fear. "I came here to take you kiddies home with me, but then the boy ran up to me and got in the way of my little darling here," he casually said as he flicked around the crimson axe, "and she couldn't help but have some fun. Buuuut, I guess since both Ashley and the boy are dead," I began shaking even harder at this, "I'll just take you with me. So whadda ya say, little girlie?" He grinned impossibly wide, showing rows and rows of pearly white teeth stained red, like a great white shark moving in for the final killing blow, and opened his tanned arms wide. "Come to daddy~!"

Something in me crumbled. There was one thing I had always wondered. And before I died, and went wherever I needed to go with Mama and Sun, I needed to know this one thing.

"D-Daddy?" I asked, cringing the first time the noise left my mouth. I found I hated that word. "M-Mommy never told me this story, b-but how did you and Mommy m-m-meet?" I couldn't help but stutter as I watched his face transform from surprise, to anger, to pleasure, to satisfaction.

"Why, it's a long story, and I'll tell you the rest when we get home, but;" he cupped his hands around his mouth, like he was telling a secret, "I. R-A-P-E-D. Her." and he laughed and laughed. I knew what this word meant, but I needed to hear it from his cruel lips. "D-Daddy, what does that mean?" I tried to act as innocent as I could while covered and surrounded by the blood of the only family I had ever known.

He laughed again, and said "Well, she loved me, and I loved her, but we had only met a few times before, but she pretended that she didn't love me," he grinned even wider at this, if he grinned any wider he'd break the fabric of the space-time continuum, "so I had to show her how much I loved her." At that I snapped. She didn't love him. She never loved him. She hated him. He didn't get to love her. My gaze that before was about to be filled with tears suddenly went red, and before I knew it I had the 'little darling' in my hands, about to bring it down upon his head and every other body part he had.

And I loved it. The squish and his cries of pain, as I tore him apart as he had torn apart Mama's life, Sun's life, my life, before we were even born. Tears kept streaking down my face, but I didn't stop until his mop of messy blonde hair was dyed a beautiful shade of crimson-maroon red.

I looked over at Mama and Sun, and I decided. I couldn't live in this world without them. So I wouldn't.

I dragged their bodies, still warm, over to our bed again. I laid them together, closed Sun's eyes, and panted as tears rolled freely down my face and the adrenaline faded. Mama, with her beautiful black locks, and Sun, with his gorgeous matching black hair. I laid down next to them, their warmth already fading, and using the little darling, I slit my own throat with great difficulty. We would all die together, the happy family we once were and could have been, for all of time.

I did have a flair for dramatics, after all.

My last few moments were spent quietly laughing. It was all over in less than three minutes. Sun entered this world less than three minutes before me. I left it less than three minutes after him. We would be the same age, forever and ever.

Hah, I thought. You're no longer the oldest, Sun. We're true twins now.

With that comforting thought, and the sounds of sirens echoing through the air, I coughed blood for the last time.

So. You were just getting to know Sun and Moon. And now they're dead. How nice is that. But this is a reincarnation fic~ So, you'll be seeing more of them. Pardon the shortness, and please do read the second chapter before you throw this on your junk pile; if you still dislike this fic enough to drop it then... write me an angry reply or PM or something. If you see any grammar mistakes, feel free to point them out and I'll fix them!