Have you ever finally started to watch something after seeing it for years? For the longest time, I'd heard so much about KHR but I'd never watched it. Hey, 200 plus episodes was intimidating. But this summer I took the time to sit down and start it. The next thing I knew, I was watching it every spare second I had. Now it's one of my all-time favorite. BTW, this will take place in the anime, and we'll see about moving on to the manga part. Since I haven't actually read them yet... hehe.

Ritsuko just popped into my head, and I couldn't get rid of her. She kept hounding on me to write her fic already. So, I did. Enjoy!

Prologue: A Certain Fate

I stared at my mom and dad blankly, blinking rapidly as I let their words sink in.

"...Huh?"
My mom ran her slender fingers through her dark hair. Her eyes looked tired.

"You heard me. You'll be transferring schools."

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I looked at my mom, and then my dad, saw their expressions, and realized that they were completely serious. They had called me into my dad's home office (which he barely used, since he was barely ever home) to "give some news".

"What? Why?" I questioned. The school I was currently attending had a top-notch gymnastics team, which was the only reason I was attending it. I couldn't possibly see why I would need to transfer schools now.
My mom glanced at my father, and he took it as a sign to continue for her.

"You are aware of my... Current occupation, yes?" He raised his eyebrow.

I nodded solemnly. I would never forget the day my father finally revealed the truth to me; that he was the boss of a large Mafia family. The meaning of it all never really sunk in, but it explained quite a lot of the habits I noticed from my dad (like his month long absences and our large family fortune).He was the boss, the big-shot, the leader, and he kept it from me for twelve years. I felt bitter about it, obviously. What made everything worse was that he barely spoke to me, before or after I knew the truth. I guess he was just too busy.

"Unfortunately," he resumed. "Our D' Angelo family had an enemy made of another, a very large, very powerful family. For many years we've been at odds; fighting for territory, money, supplies..." He trailed off, and his fingers, formally folded neatly over his desk, drummed the wooden surface. The movement caught my eye, and I noticed he wasn't wearing his wedding ring among his collection. A few things clicked into place at that.
"Our relationship was so bad that we were on the brink of a war. They killed our men, we killed their men... It was unavoidable that a treaty be made, or the families risked going to war."
My dad closed his eyes in acceptance, as if he had said those exact words many times. He most likely had. From what I had gathered, treaties with other families were taken very seriously, especially so if they were formally enemies.

My mom decided to take it from there.

"The treaty meant that the D' Angelo's were now their allies and we would cease our attacks, if..."

"If?" I echoed, wishing she would just get to the point. My dad was the one with that bad habit, so I was rather annoyed at how secretive she was being at the moment. One parent like that was bad enough.

"If you became friends with the boy next in-line for their Boss position," my dad interrupted, folding his hands.

"No way," I interjected immediately. "I'm not transferring schools again to hang out with a snotty big-shot," I scowled. My dad rubbed the bridge of his nose, muttering something that sounded like, 'typical.' Could you blame me for refusing? Gymnastics was my only hobby, and I'd be damned to transfer as a favor for my dad. It'd be painful just to talk to someone like him, the leader of an entire world-wide organization, let alone be friends with him.

"Listen, Ritsuko, all you have to do is pretend to warm up with him and maybe make a couple public appearances over the years. That's all," my dad elaborated. I crossed my arms.

He had leverage over me; I could transfer school and still do gymnastics, as long as he paid whoever the right amount, and I couldn't use the argument of leaving my friends. I had none, and he knew it. Besides, I'd transferred schools many times; way too many times. All of these 'points' were not held against me by word, but by a knowing look in his grey eyes.

"But-" I started, only to be cut short.

"Frankly, your opinion on the matter is unnecessary. Everything's already been finalized. Your new school is expecting you to attend class next Monday."

My mouth dropped open in shock. Today was Friday, which meant he had snuck around and transferred me without asking at least a week ago. Figures my dad would pull such a cheap move.

"You and your mother will be staying in an apartment," he added, "and that is final."

I could not voice my objections fast enough. The next thing I knew, two of my father's men escorted me out the door and into the hallway. They wore tailored suits like my father, but their arms were twice as thick as his. If I recalled correctly, their names were Carlos and Alonzo. I had always seen them, even when I was little, but they were often silent, and even my dad didn't call them by name. I never felt liked by them, but their facial expressions, and their hidden eyes (sunglasses, inside? Really?), made it difficult to believe they liked anything at all. I was probably just a spoiled brat to them.

I turned to my mother, who had independently followed me (as in, she wasn't escorted out by cheery old Carlos and Alonzo). Her mouth was set into a harsh line.

"Yes, well, I suppose dumping all of that on me is typical dad," I spat, my eyes hard. However, instead of fuming with me (my mom and I were much closer), like how I thought she would, my mom, closed her eyes and sighed.

"Ritsuko, there's something else your father decided not to mention."

"Oh, joy," I frowned. Anymore life-altering news, and I would probably lock myself in my room for a couple of days. I'm not joking, I've done it before. It took my maid, Fiona, three days to convince me to come out.

"Yes well..." She rubbed the bridge of her nose, signaling the formation of a headache.
My eye caught her bare finger. The surprise must have shown on my features, since my mother sympathetically patted my shoulder.

"So the reason you're moving with me, and not staying here..." I trailed off.
She nodded.
"I'm divorcing your father."

As awful as I made my father sound, I hadn't actually expected this. My mother never really seemed to need a loving husband, but she had seemed to need my dad's benefits. My grandparents had practically arranged their marriage, money being the main reason why. I could never picture my mother, whom was very lady-like, in anything other than the finest silk with the biggest diamond ring on her finger. She just oozed wealth, solely in her demeanor. She must have received enough cash promised for our future.

I sure hoped that meant Fiona was moving with us.

"So, where are we actually going?" I asked suddenly, still ornery from my father's lack of couth. My mom placed her fingers at her chin, her habit whenever she tried to remember something.

"Let's see… A small town called Namimori."

Well, that's my prologue. I'm not exactly sure if you can tell what Ritsuko's personality is like yet, but it's not something I want to rush. This was also kind of short, but I felt it right to end it where I did. Hopefully next chapter will be longer, but this time around, I'll be deciding the chapters, not by their word count, but by content. If I see an ending, I'll use it.

Oh, yes: I'm very unsure of who I should pair Ritsuko with. Tsuna, Hibari, or someone else? (It can't be Yamamoto or Xanxus for certain reasons that will become apparent eventually).

I'm very excited about this story. Ritsuko's weapon, her powers, her family, her role; I'm super proud of it all.
I'm trying my hardest to flesh her out, and to avoid making her a Mary-sue, so please stick around! And please Review! Seriously, that would make my day. Another thing I would like to add;

Please give this a chance. I know a lot of the things in this story may seem out of place, or automatically Mary-sue, but I really did try to justify everything, although sometimes that won't happen until much later in the story. Again, Please review, and I'll see you next time!