Well here it is! After being an avid reader of KHR fanfics for many years i have finally started the daunting yet exciting task of writing my own (yay, go me).

It's going to be a multichapter set TYL with some swearing.

Contains about two ocs, one of which is the main character, (i've planned her progression so hopefully you won't be put off).

Do i need to do a disclaimer? some people do and some don't so i'm not really sure what the rule here is. Well just in case: i don't own khr.

Onwards my readers...


Chapter One: A is for Attention please!

Click, click, click, click.

The sound of 4 inch heels making their mark on unfamiliar gravel resounded in the mid morning street. The wheels of a Burberry print suitcase squeaked behind wiggling hips, which were clung onto by a leopard print mini skirt, donned with a thick black belt with the word 'princess' embedded on the gold buckle. A sun kissed hand reached for the massive pair of glasses that hid half her face, and as they were swiped off, shoulder-length, auburn hair was tossed over her shoulder- twice for emphasis. She hung the glasses on her just-low-enough-to-tease-but-still-no-touching-please tank top then stuck her free hand on her hip. A man jogged passed and threw a wolf whistle her way, sticking out his tongue, pretending to be pant. She blew a kiss and went on, secretly making a congratulating fist to herself. She store straight ahead, armed for war.

"Watch out Bianchi," she sang, smirking, "Amelia Vendetti is hunting you down, bitch."

The mansion was huge; bile almost rose up as she realised it was so fricking much bigger than hers.

The building was a gleaming white, ivy creeping along the bricks and wooden doors and windowpanes and balconies. It had a football field sized front garden, lined and decorated by wild, exotic flowers in full bloom, painting the green of the grass, trees and bushes with their fiery reds, joyful oranges, playful yellows. A path ran from the front gate and split in two, encasing a large marble fountain where a pair of dolphins sat and blew a jet of crystal clear water, before meeting again at the largest door of the building.

Amelia stood on the other side of this Eden, locked out by 100metre high iron gate; she could only gape through the gaps cursing Bianchi to the deepest pits of hell. Having set down her case Amelia placed one immaculately manicured finger on the buzzer and pressed it. She swallowed hard and cleared her throat a few times.

"It's ok, it's ok; you're ready for this, girl. Look at yourself, you're a marvel. One good look at you and Bianchi will know never to mess with you again." Amelia looked up to the sky, "look over me Romeo, this is for you."

"Hello?"

Amelia jumped and focused back on the task at hand, she cleared her throat again.

"Hello?" The voice from the buzzer said again. A man, perfect.

She drew in closure, dropping her voice an octave so it was all husky and sexy like. "Well hello there. This is the Vongola residents?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"Why don't you come see for yourself?"

"Excuse me?"

Amelia tried again, this time more clearly. Help these days. "Why don't you-"

"Ma'am," the voice cut in, "I'm sorry but if you do not have an important reason to be calling then I advise you go else where. Goodbye."

"No! No! Wait a minute," Amelia squawked frantically, "I'm here for Bianchi, Bianchi. You know her right?"

"And who is this?"

"You can tell that cow that it's her worst nightmare."

"Thank you for your help, if that's all then-"

"It's Amelia," she grunted. Forget trying to keep up appearances when some twat on the other side was trying his hardest to mess everything up. "My name is Amelia Vendetti of the great Vendetti mafia famiglia; Bianchi will know who I am, so why don't you hurry up and get going, huh? Chop, chop."

After a strained silence and a few under the breath muttering she was told to wait a few moments while he happily replied her message. The buzzer went quiet, Amelia took this time to rustle out her compact mirror from her large black hand bag –real leather of course- and opened it taking immense care to give herself a once over. She patted her hair, sighing harshly. If she stayed outside in this fricking heat any longer her hair was going to start to frizz and if her hair started to frizz someone was going to receive a gun down their throat. Amelia was already pulling out her rhinestoned mobile with her finger itching to press speed dial number 1 (Daddy), when the voice came back.

"I'm sorry ma'am but Miss Bianchi says she does not know of an Amelia Vendetti. Please be careful on your way and goodbye." There was a beep and the line was completely cut off.

"That, that-"

Amelia let out a high pitched long scream stomping and jumping on the ground, her arms flailing at her side; bangles rattling and jangling. She spun back round sharply, returning her gaze on the Vongola mansion.

"Who doesn't know me, huh bitch?"

She grabbed at her suitcase, thrashing open the zip and flipped the top over. She dug around, dumping some items on the floor. Hair straighteners, panties, two laptops -they were all chucked onto the ground until Amelia finally drew up, holding in her hands her prized possessions. They had gotten her that Ferrari when she was thirteen and got her caused a distraction when she crashed it two hours later; they got her her first three boyfriends and settled the disputes from the girls she stole them from. She kissed their cylindrical bodies, leaving a pink stamp of her undeniable love. These babies never failed her.

Wiiiiiiiiizzzzzzzzzzzzz. Bop. Bang.

Amelia crouched a few meters away from the gate as she watched with pleasure the spectacle that was beginning to unfold in front of her.

"Try and ignore me now," she cackled. "Fly my pretties, fly!"

The fireworks soared into the air, spinning and swooping and spiralling overhead. Their bright colours did not stand out as much against the stunning azure sky but the impact of their explosions were strong enough to shake the ground slightly. Amelia made sure they would go over and ever so close to the building so that no one missed it.

She clapped her hands together squealing. She oohed as one flew so close to the windows but blew up inches from the windows and ahhed when one finally did crash through. Glass exploded fabulously, sprinkling onto the ground like rain.

And finally, finally symbols of recognition appeared.

The double front doors swung open; ten, twenty men surged out. Their black uniformed, pin stripped suits; broad physique and opaque glasses oozed venerability. When the last cheeky firework took a run for their heads it was shot down by one blasé pull of a trigger. Amelia felt an unfamiliar flip of the stomach, but it left as soon as she remembered who the hell they were messing with. She raised herself to her full height (which was tall for a girl and made taller still with the help of her heels) and hoisted up her confidence as she stomped back to the front gate. Her eyes store through the delicately decorated bars, they were met by twenty hidden faces making their way towards her, all in perfect formation, and all in perfect step.

Down the steps that led from the door. Step, step, step…

Across the path well shined shoes taped on the cobble. Step, step, step…

They passed split in two to pass the fountain but formed back into their dark cloud. Step, step, step...

Closer and closer, their long strides cutting away at the distance between the two parties. Step, step-

Then they came to a halt.

They were right in front of her, only separated by flimsy metal.

Even abandoned her, squeaking a farewell as it crept away to the side, revealing all of Amelia's openings. She almost felt naked. Eventually there was nothing left, only two meters of space between Amelia and them. Her shoe clicked and she too one step back and she almost wanted to shush them.

One of them spoke, but it wasn't clear who exactly it was. "Amelia Vendetti, you have been summoned into the Vongola mansion; we're here to escort you."

"D-don't," She coughed and licked her lips, "Don't get it wrong. You're not summoning me, I'm demanding entrance." She raised her nose in the air. "So one of you can tidy away my things and bring my bag, the rest of you little helpers will take me to la biatch Bianchi."

In control and centre of attention, ah, just the way it was meant to be.


But she's entering Vongola territory, how long is that going to last? You'll just have to wait.

Well that's the fist chapter anyway. What do you think?

If you've noticed any errors or anything that doesn't make sense do tell, every little helps as they say. Plus i don't have beta ( what exactly is it and how do you get one?)

P.S it's exam time, i'm feeling the strain myself but how is everyone else coping?