A.N.

So I decided to start a new story because the process for my other story, Resonating Memory, has been slow going, so I wanted to start a KHR fanfiction as well! I appreciate any and all reviews, including flames, and you can PM me if you have any questions. I will update at least once every week or two, and I am trying to make this as original as possible. Please give this story a chance! Enjoy!

Start!

According to most people, I shouldn't be alive. Neither should any of my friends. According to most people, we can't even be called human beings. However, to the people associated with the mafia, we are Formaggio. The only mafia family to only have four people, and yet still be one of the most powerful groups.

You see, my name is Nanami. I left behind my last name long ago. So have my friends. Emi, who is Hinata's older sister, is like our mother. As a joke, Hinata and Masaru call me their father.

We abandoned our pasts, and left Ravenna, a small town in Italy, for Venice. All of us are childhood friends, and know each other like the back of our hand. In fact, I'd say they know me better than I know myself.

A few weeks after leaving, we started to run out of money. Masaru kept getting into fights, and Hinata would egg her on happily from the sidelines. Being the eldest, Emi decided to get a job. However, at that time, we were still fairly young. Emi could only find underground jobs. She decided to take on the more violent jobs, because the others were things like drug dealing and prostitution. She would go to underground boxing rings, and fight for money.

We survived like this for a short amount of time, with me taking on odd jobs wherever I could, before we finally made it to our destination. Venice, the city of new beginnings. For us, it was, anyway.

However, there was another problem in this city. Even if everyone was under the omerta, there was still a chance that we could get caught doing illegal things. By this point, Emi, Hinata, Masaru, and I had all taken to fighting for money.

We decided, if it was that much of a hassle to keep ourselves away from the authorities; we might as well create our own group. We almost created a vigilante group, but then we decided we'd probably be the worst vigilante group ever. We wanted to be the best, though.

Gradually, throughout the years, we made ourselves known throughout the mafia. We were introduced to Dying Will Flames, and were fascinated by them. For half a year, we struggled to find out own.

By a stroke of luck, one day, Emi lit her fingertips with four different flames, which we soon found out was rare, if not unheard of. Even having two flames was strange. But, all of us had at least two flames. We had special rings made, and even tried to find box weapons (We could only find a box weapon for sun users). I became the storm and lightning guardian, with a rain flame as well. Emi became the rain and cloud guardian, with mist and sun flames. Masaru became our sun guardian with lightning and storm flames, and Hinata became the mist guardian, with rain flames. We also suspected that she had a dormant cloud flame, but that theory had not yet been proven

The only problem was that we had no sky.

We couldn't let anyone else into our hearts, so we decided to just try and make do without one. It was difficult, but we were proud to have survived all these years.

We have no allies, although we have been in contact with the Vendice for missions once in a while. Everyone assumes that we are quiet, lofty people who are always regal. They have never been more wrong.

Present Day

"OIIIIIII! Get back here, you miscreant!" I screamed at Masaru.

"Come and catch me, then, Bakami!" She stuck her tongue out at me, holding my bra out teasingly.

Blushing furiously, I pounced on her, snatching the undergarment away quickly.

"Hmph. You're no fun." She pouted.

Emi was away on another assassination mission, so nobody was here to stop the chaos. Hinata was buying groceries, and Masaru was being an idiot. She bounced out of the room energetically, her waist-length orange hair flying behind her. She was a weird person, to be sure. She insists on yelling "CHEESE!" at least once every couple of hours, and she has her box-weapon tattooed onto her arm. Apparently, she was watching Naruto and the idea popped into her head that she could seal her box weapon onto her arm. I laughed at the time, but to my enormous surprise, the next day there was a golden dragon circling her arm.

For the heck of it, she then tattooed a sun onto her opposite shoulder, effectively proving that she was a total delinquent. She has pink eyes, and is around 5'2. Emi has shoulder-blade-length blue hair, and blue eyes. She's 5'4, and very pretty. Hinata has the same length hair, and the same eye color, except that her hair is blonde, and stuck in a permanent bed-head look because she hates brushing it. She is 5 feet exactly. She also has a small fang that sticks out over her bottom lip.

I have short purple hair, about up to my chin, and am about 5'6 or 5'7. I have burn scars that are badly covered by bandages up my arms and legs. My eyes are yellow, and I have a long scar across my eye. That was a funny story. Hinata pushed me in front of an attacking sun flame user, who had charged his sword up with them. It hit my eye. I often cover it up with makeup, and wear colored contacts to make my eyes seem less unnatural.

Masaru and Hinata named our mafia because they thought it was funny, and reasoned that it wasn't worse than Vongola.

Slowly, Masaru snuck back into the room. She was carrying something behind her back, and I saw that it was the mail. Emi sent a postcard, and warned us that Vongola had a new Decimo candidate. I hummed, uninterested, and looked at the bills. I shooed Masaru away to go look up info on the computer, and I paid the bills.

"Hey! Nami-chan!" Masaru yelled from the other room.

"Mhm?"

"You'll never believe this! You know Vendicare, the unbreakable mafia prison?"

"Isn't that the one Vendice runs?"

"Yeah! And Rokudo Mukuro managed to break out! Interesting, right?"

Curious, I walked into her room. "Yeah, but… It's not our business."

She smirked at me. "Well, now it is. We haven't stirred up trouble in so long! Pwetty Pwease?" She looked at me pleadingly, pouting, and making her eyes big and watery.

"Fine! But you're in charge of explaining things to Hinata! And tell Emi about it so she doesn't worry. I hope you realize this is going to be a lot of work."

A.N.

Done! About 3 and a half pages! Yes, I'm starting at the Kokuyo arc. The reason why they left and Nanami's burn scars will come in later.

If you haven't realized, I'm making the Formaggio villains until a little after the Kokuyo arc ends. When they do end up allied with Vongola, they will be like the Varia, and independent assassination squad or something like that. But that won't be until later.

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