Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or the characters.
Will mention characters from the Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Series; nothing more, nothing less.
Mist-User! Shinichi & Laid-Back! Shinichi & OC-SI-Shinichi
AN: Don't give me that look. I just can't help myself. I blame all the plot bunnies. [Shakes fist] But seriously, wouldn't it be ironic to have this actually happen?
Future chapters will be longer than this, I can promise you that.
Death is Freedom
But is freedom really free?
No, not really. There will always be a price.
Emilia Lionheart, a twenty-nine year old woman, was just like any other person. She had her likes, dislikes, hobbies, and quirks. What set her apart from others was the life she lived. Many believed that a girl like her would most likely be a doctor or lawyer –possibly even someone with govern like power- mainly because of her intelligence.
Yet all of them were wrong. While it was true, that she used her knowledge on solving puzzles and whatnot, Emilia was able to see the lies and separate it from the truth. That was highly needed for her job. One mistake, just one, and it was all over for anyone who was with her. Her job? Just your everyday subordinate of a Mafia family. And not just some Mafia Family –but Vongola itself.
Vongola was the strongest, kindest, and selfless Familiga out there. Her boss, Sawada Tsunayoshi, restored it from its violent ways. Back to what history has said it started off as: a vigilantly group. To Emilia, it was a dream to work under anyone from the main family, a dream she managed to obtain. Chrome was a very sweet woman and spoke to the subordinate whenever they passed by.
So, it came to her surprise, when the girl began to teach her how to use her mist flames. Emilia knew that mist users were either deceiving or protective –and was rather glad that she was both. Years passed with her learning more and more from Chrome; to the point that she had even brought in Mukuro. While the woman still had nightmares from his illusions from time to time, Emilia progressed.
There were practically three levels to officially be declared 'master' of the mist flames.
The first: to deceive –make illusions of objects appear when there was nothing at all. The second: protection –to or fool others into believing that the other left. A simple illusion to trick enemies; while others believe that such a thing would fall under 'deceive', it proved time and time again that it was to fall under 'protection'. And the last: to create –either to make an object out of nothing or to morph one into another of ones' desires.
It had fooled many people; how simple and easy it sounded. Yet only a handful of people could honestly say that they were 'masters' of it. Emilia, unfortunately, never had a chance to get the title –no matter how close to it she was to grab it.
Emilia Lionheart died in an explosion while attending a peace treaty between Vongola and a rival Familiga. For a brief moment, the woman thought that no one would care for her, considering that she was just a number in the ranks. It wasn't until she barely caught the words of Chrome and other fellow subordinates to hang on.
She didn't want to die, not yet. In a desperate attempt to stay alive, Emilia clung onto the very thing that would allow her to know if she lived; her mist flames. Even when blacking out, the warmth of her flames followed her to the unknown and silence. Unknowingly, Emilia had dragged them with her into a new life.
A life she was not expecting.