Katekyo Hitman Reborn © Amano Akira and associates

AN: I have a mean writers block for my story Young Master, so I decided to try something entirely different. Not my best work, but please enjoy.

I was five when I learned of my destiny. It began with simple curiosity. I simply wanted to learn of my roots. I learned all there was to know about my ancestors. It stuck out to me that in my mother's line, most, if not all, went into either artistic careers, or made do with being housewives. My father's however had an unhealthy attraction for crime.

Donna, 1

Are you sure?

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Alright, I'll handle it.

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Laugh while you can. See you.

Sighing, I shut my laptop, disguised as a dictionary. This was a troubling development, but I would manage.

"Home tutor?"

"Yes! It was such a unique flyer, too! 'We will make your child the leader of the next generation.'"

Silent again, I nodded my assent.

Not long after the doorbell rung, announcing a visitor. Opening the door revealed a kid, barely a toddler, wearing a suit (Where did he get that size?) and a fedora hat with a wide orange stripe. Above it rested a green chameleon, large yellow eyes peering at me.

Instead of introducing myself, or even letting him in, I coo at his head: "How cute!"

He looked affronted, and though he kept a straight face, I could pick it up. He took a breath, propably to give a comment, when I beat him to it: "What's his name?"

He paused for a moment, stunned, and maybe a little confused, before, deliberately slow, answering: "Leon."

A lot of petting and questions about his pet later, we were seated inside, him with a cup espresso and me with a simple glass of water.

He cut right to the chase, introducing himself as Reborn, her home tutor, after which he immediately admitted to his lie. "Actually I am a hit man send by a certain person to turn you into a mafia boss."

I nodded to that, not at all surprised. After all with an information income like mine, it is difficult not to realize some things.

Shocked, Reborn exclaimed: "You aren't shocked!"

Smiling mysteriously at him, I replied: "Saa, it seems I am not."

On the way to school, Reborn studied his new student. She was not what he expected. Her hair was a soft brown color, cut short and naturally spiky. On her nose rested a pair of thick, rectangular glasses, obstructing most of his view of her face. She wore modest clothes. Her skirt went barely over her knees. Her uniform was neat. On her whole person he couldn't detect any accessories or make up. All in all, she looked plain.

His thoughts were interrupted by a pretty girl, with orange hair and brown eyes. Squealing, she made her way to them, easily being enamored with his cute exterior. He told her about him being a hit man of the mafia, but it was obvious that she didn't believe him.

When the girl, Kyoko was her name, left, his companion unnoticed taped an envelope on her book bag. Once the orange head was out of sight, the plain girl flipped out a mobile phone. Typing a number with practiced ease, she called somebody.

"Hey, it's Yoshi!"

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"I know, I'm sorry! But you know I am busy."

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"Either way, I have a matter to discuss."

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"You are friends with Sasegawa Kyoko, aren't you?"

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"Isn't she going out with Mochida? It's about that. I saw him yesterday making out with Minagawa Katsue of class 2 b."

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"You'll take care of it? Great! Thank you Hana."

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"See you!"

Putting away her phone, she went on as if nothing happened. Yes, Reborn could see, there was potential there, and even if he had to change some things about her appearance.

By lunch, everyone knew about the two timing of Mochida.

It was evening, they had just eaten dinner, and it was shortly before going to bed. Talking through the door, the girl asked Reborn seemingly innocent: "Reborn, I am going to wash myself, do you want to take a bath with me?"

Reborn noted her voice was soft and inviting, yet was androgynous. The voice was, dare he say it, cute, yet still seemed to lull people into a relaxed state, seducing them into doing as it said. It was almost compulsory.

He was about to refuse, when she opened the door. He felt his mouth go dry. Without those obstructing glasses, her face was breathtaking. Against what one might think from hearing from her voice, she looked unmistakably female. Her angelic features at first glance seemed innocent, with her big, caramel eyes, pouty pink lips and cute button nose. But he could just imagine her lips twisting into a sexy smirk, and - damn! - was he happy that his baby body didn't usually sport erections.

Trailing his eyes down her form he couldn't help but gulp. Her breast seemed inexplicably bigger than this morning, at least a DD cup. The slim waist and wide hips formed a perfect hourglass figure. On her beautifully proportioned body, her legs looked long, and with her lightly tanned, creamy skin, all scantily clad with a small, white towel, it took all his self control not to get a nosebleed.

Reborn would be first to admit, he had a thing for big breasts. After being transformed into a baby, it only got worse, like for most Acrobalenos. So it came as little surprise that ten minutes later, he found himself in a bath, pressed against the rack of a fourteen year old girl. What could he say? He was weak against big breasts!

Seeking to sate his curiosity, the babe asked the question haunting his mind: "Why do you hide yourself like that?"

"It has something to do with my childhood trauma."

"Oh?" prompted the Sun Acrobaleno.

Nodding her head, she told him her story:"When I was seven, I got stalked for a month. It was really scary! It ended up in me nearly getting raped. Since then I got scared of showing myself to others. Though by now I learned how to use my assets, I still feel more comfortable being plain."

Though she said that lightly, her trembling was testament of her insecurity, and the terror she must have felt in that position. Seeking comfort, she snaked her arms around the small form of
Reborn, hugging him to herself, unconsciously pressing him even further against her bust.

From then it seemed like a dam broke, and stories about her childhood, troubles and fears spilled from her cute, begging to be kissed lips. He never noticed that all she said was nonrelevant, hot air, never touching the truly important. Small fry, so to say.

Before long, he began returning the favor, baring his secrets to her like an offering, trying to appease a god. They talked for hours, until both of them fell asleep together on the twin bed of the tenth generation mafia boss of the Vongola.

Just before succumbing to Morpheus embrace, Reborn swore to himself: 'I won't let anybody hurt you like that again!'

Little did the best hit man in the world know that he met one of the most fearful opponents yet, a natural manipulator. And he just gave his heart to someone who, in all actuality, he didn't know at all.

I was five, when I, Sawada Tsunahime, decided to become a Mafia Donna.