"Finding what is Real"
OOC: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. The only thing I do own are my own OC characters. This story is completely based on a song I created on piano. It's filled with panic, sorrow, desire, and lust. I hope you all enjoy it. It has been a long time since I have written on this website. This is all written in a diary perspective. ;).
Intro: "Today was the day of where my entire life changed. I was a girl that was born and raised in America. The country of where most men had only yearned for women that showed cleavage. Even the slightest form of coverage was a turn off for them. Funny right? I think so. I thought I had lost all respect for men since none of them ever seem to show any interest in me. I have to admit, I am pretty and bright and I have many ambitions, but not many men can reach up to my standards. But now, I am doubting my own feelings and thoughts about men, once I met him. Vongola Primo. Yes, this may seem weird, but I didn't know I was going to go to Italy to help my father with the people that were being killed by random criminals. He brought me along and told me to help open a clinic to tend to the wounds of the victims. My story starts where I was waking up at dawn to help get breakfast ready for all of the victims."
"Lola! Wake up! You are sleeping in again! It is time to fetch the eggs for breakfast! You are quite slow at getting up in the mornin', Lass!" *A woman with short, red, hair had walked into my room and knocked on the door hard without any consideration for me being asleep. She walked in the room with loud footsteps and with her wrinkled hands placed tightly to her hips. She had a scowl on her face as her pale and freckled skin did not help it. I slowly sat up and stretched as my long, curly, brown hair came beside my breasts that were covered by my night gown.*
"Forgive me, O'Neil. I was very tired from yesterday's work." *I said to her lightly as I came to the side of the bed and walked over to her and curtsied. She sighed as she smiled.*
"I understand how hard it is for a lass like you to come all the way from the Americas in order to help us, eh? I doubt you know how much we lass has been helpin' us. Hurry up and get dressed! Chop chop! The sun has risin' and you are takin' forever to get ready!"
*I rushed into the bathroom as I placed on my gown and shoes as I tied my hair back. I washed my face and got ready for the day as I rushed out of my room and came into the main kitchen. Many men had all ready appeared as they were cheering. I laughed as I got out the basket and rushed to the chicken coops to get the eggs. I sighed as the rooster finally squawked it's morning song.*
"My, aren't you late this morning! You were suppose to wake me!"
*The rooster looked at me with his colorful eyes as he cocked his head to the side. He then continued bobbing his head as he moved along inside the chicken cop. As I finished getting all of the eggs out, I stopped and noticed a baby chick that had been hatched. It chirped as I came to my knees and held onto the chick carefully. The mother hens looked up as I did this, but trusted me when I kissed the top of its' little head.*
"Aren't you the most beautiful chick I have ever seen!" *The little chick chirped as I placed her back with her mother. I immediately got up and rushed into the kitchen and began to make forty-two breakfast meals for the men. Yes, that many men. Can you believe that is how many men that are serving to help my father to help fight for the innocent people that are being harmed? I couldn't believe it either.*
*Finally, I finished cooking for them all as I handed out the meals. I poured the coffee, handed out the napkins and I eventually ate breakfast myself. After the men had finished eating, I cleaned all of the dishes and was scolded again by Miss O'Neil. I wondered what creature had spat in her bowl that morning. She wouldn't stop bullying me about the chores!*
"All right, all right! I will go to the market to get some more food for the men! Do not worry your bosom off, Miss O'Neil. I will get it done and then I will go to the clinic to help the injured!"
*I laughed lightly as I brought a huge basket with me. Oh how wonderful the air felt around me and the morning sun felt against my face. I can say nothing else could make me smile. As I ventured through the forest to get to town, I had stopped and turned to see the most beautiful scenery, the ocean. I gazed at the sight of the great deep blue waters that never seem to end across the world. The winds blew past my hair as I closed my eyes and spun around for a moment and took in the sweetest smell of the salty air. I knew nothing could go wrong today. Not until I came into town. When I did, fire was burning all over. Many people were on the ground, injured and hurt as I dropped my basket from shock. Just yesterday, this town was filled with bright smiles and laughing children. Now, it was gone. I rushed to a group of children that were hiding out of site. That is when a man with a gun appeared to the side of me and laughed.*
"Well well, what do we have here? A woman who came here at the wrong place and wrong time, not good. What a pity."
*I stopped moving as my heart was pounding and racing. I had no idea what to do at that moment. I hated guns more than anything in the world! I started hating them when my father had been shot in the arm once by it while protecting my mother. I slowly turned around and gazed at him with my soft brown eyes. He raised an eyebrow.*
"You're not Italian! Get the hell out of Italy! We have enough weirdoes here anyway!"
*I glared at him as another group of men appeared. They were all laughing until one of them fell to the ground with a huge punch mark in his face. I gazed at the scene as the man that was in my face, turned and glanced over. I then saw him. The man with the flame in the middle of his forehead, the long black cloak and the long spiky blonde hair, had came. He stepped forth and held out his fists that were filled with orange and yellow flames as he had a serious look on his face. A determined look was planted firmly on his face that signified his want to stop the men that were gathered around me and the children. The only thing I could hear was my heart leaping out of my chest from just seeing him.*
"All of you, will stop. As Vongola Primo, I will no longer allow this type of abuse to happen to the people in this town. If you go any further-"
*Before he could finish speaking, the idiot buffoon of a man with the gun, pointed it at Primo. He laughed and chuckled.*
"I would like to see you try-"
*Before he could finish his last sentence, Primo knocked the gun out of his hand and placed his hands in a way of where a square shape form would appear.*
"Zero-point break through!" *As he did this, his flames became bigger and smaller as he finally aimed at the men and touched their hands very lightly. When he did, all of them turned to solid ice. I gasped as I stood back and stared in amazement. All of the men were silenced for good. The children looked up at Primo as they came out of hiding and rushed toward him. I watched as the children hugged him as I wish I was one of those children as well. But I couldn't move. Why? Those eyes, that determination to help save us; was the truth that he was a real leader. At that moment, he turned his gaze toward me as his eyes were orange and gold. The spirit of a lion dwelled within those eyes as I could do nothing more than blush. Before I knew it, my eyes were closed from my silly infatuation for a man who had just saved my life. When I opened my eyes, he was standing right before me. He then placed his hand on my shoulder and smiled a little.*
"Thank you." *I then raised an eyebrow and stated,* "For what?"
*His hand gently left my shoulder when I asked. He then stated lightly.* "For helping these children." *He then stopped and looked at me a bit closer as if he had seen me before.*
"Are you...Dr. Baldovino's daughter, Lola Baldovino?" *I placed my finger tips to my soft thin lips as I nodded.*
"Yes. I'm from America. My father was born here, but he came to America to help open clinics to help aid the poor. My mother was a waitress in America and well…they met and so…here I am."
"Omg, did I seriously just say that? I might as well look like a fool before him! Such a good man doesn't deserve a woman like me. He needs a true woman of strength! I am, but…who in Italy understands the words of a woman? I mean, how should I know, I have only been here for about two months." I thought to myself as I stopped talking before screwing it more up.
*Vongola Primo then gently gazed at me as he appeared serious again.*
"Lola Baldovino, your father has been secretly assisting me with the formation of the Vongola mafia family."
*I gasped when I heard "Mafia." Mafia? Why would my father do that?" *I thought to myself as he then stated one last thing before we were interrupted by a man with pink hair and a tattoo all over his face.*
"Lola, come to my mansion-"
"Giotto" *A man with a plain look on his face appeared as he placed a hand on Primo's shoulder.*
"It's time to go. The villagers are fine here."
*Primo nodded as he smiled.* "Yes, but let me finish talking to-"
*When Primo had turned his head to continue talking with me, I had vanished. I had dropped my basket and I had taken off without a word. I kept running back toward my home as I could hardly breathe. "Who was he? Wait a minute, why am I so infatuated with this man? I barely know him. And why is my father affiliated with the mafia?" I thought to myself as I finally reached home while panting. All of the men were helping the wounded into the clinic as I saw my father standing outside, waving his hand.*
"Lola! Lola! Are you okay? I heard you went into the village to obtain food, but you almost got shot I heard!"
*I laughed a little bit from his response.* "I am just fine, Father. Father..why are you affiliated with the mafia?"
*My father's eyes softened at that moment as he stood back. He looked tense as he frowned and placed his hands on my shoulders. His soft blonde hair swayed beside his shoulders as his medical coat had some blood on it.*
"I will explain everything to you as soon as I can. As for now, I need your help in the clinic. Many men are injured and so are the children. Apparently, these criminals are taking women and hurting everyone else. Hurry! Afterwards, we have a meeting with Vongola Primo."
*I stopped in my tracks when he had stated that. "Vongola Primo aka Giotto." *I placed my hands to my heart as I felt my heart rushing from my chest. I closed my eyes for a moment and then hurried along into the medical clinic.*
(OOC: I hope you all enjoyed the first Chapter. Yes, this is a romance story . You can call this a chick flick if you wish, but I hope all of you are enjoying this story as I am writing it. The next chapter will be right up after I post this one. Please leave comments.)
