-I DON'T OWN KHR-
ACROSS BY HANASAKU
Prologue-when the stars collide
I was once known as Daniela Vongola, the eighth boss of the Vongola famiglia.
My father never want me to take the throne of boss. He has more children to picked as a heir, where I would only be the 'trophy' child where in the end, I would be married to another famiglia to strengthen alliance.
But shame, I'm the only one who have sky flame.
I remember the horrified look on my father face when he saw the blazing fire with the color of sunset erupt on my forehead. He stuttered before yelling the guards to come and lock me in my bedroom.
In the end, I got the throne in the age of 28.
The eighth boss of Vongola famiglia.
Daniela Vongola
Being a female mafia boss is never easy.
A lot of racism going around during this period of time in the underworld, where people think only men can be Mafioso and woman should just stay at home, cooking, taking care of their child.
Many people even dare to think that this is the downfall of the Vongola when I inherited the throne.
Oh, I fucking show this men what I can do.
I retired at the age 45, giving the throne to my son, and spending my days walking around and bothering people in the mansion. Its become a normal occurrence if cakes from the fridge gone without trace or when the boss sons goes missing.
The boss mother is the culprit.
It was fun years, until death comes.
Timoteo held my hand tightly as he looked at my dying form grimly.
His three son was bawling next to him, with her wife trying all she can to stop their cries. I just smiled at them. Really, what is the point to cry? i will die anyway.
Million of regrets suddenly come, flowing to my mind.
Regrets that I cant see Timoteo as a boss anymore, regret at all the sin I committed during my days as boss-I remember that I killed children and women-
Tears started to appear as I smiled at the family that I managed to make through all the years. My beloved, already passed away years ago, leaving me alone in this world.
My guardians also has passed away years and years ago, many of them received their death on battlefield, considering that I rule the vongola when the great war spread all across Europe.
"Timoteo.." I called him.
He gently tighten his grip on my hand. "yes?" he answer.
"I'm.. proud of you" I managed to say. I want to say more. I want to say make vongola proud, be a good boss, don't acted rash, I want to give my grandchildren advice about the mafia world, give them advice how to be a boss, as one of them eventually will be the boss someday.
But my voice died in my throat.
My life flashed as I see from my birth to my death.
And then I saw a dark figure, standing next to my son wife, he held his hand in front of him and I eventually reached it, as I close my eyes to the eternal slumber ahead of me.
I'm engulfed in darkness.
Peace, I feel at peace.
Is this what death feels like? Peace and surrounded with darkness, with nothing as company. I thought I finally join my beloved and my guardians.
Beggars can't be choosers
I don't know how much time I spend in the warm darkness that engulfed me. One day, a flash of light appeared and I feel like something pulling and pushing me out of darkness.
I can't see clearly, as my vision I full of bright lights and dots of black and all sort of colors. I can feel that someone is carrying me.
Strange
I still tried to adjust my vision when I hear voice, voices to be exact.
"it's a girl, a healthy baby girl" I mentally asked how can this person think I'm a baby? Last time I checked I'm an old lady.
"oh god" I hear a woman voice as I got handed to the source of the voice. "she's beautiful.." the voice whispered.
"just like her mom" another voice whispered. It took me a few seconds before realizing that in fact, they were talking about me.
Fuck
Was the only thing that I could say when I realize I'm being reborn.
I DECIDE TO REWRITE THIS STORY CONSIDERING THAT I DON'T LIKE MY WRITING STYLE BEFORE.
I AIMED TO MAKE THIS STORY WAY MORE SERIOUS BUT STILL COMEDIC.
I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT!