Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. If I did, it would probably have ended up a lot darker.

Prologe: Past and Present

Long, silent corridors sprung to life as the distinct patter of small, bare feet broke the once-immaculate silence. Laughter followed, a gentle, sweet sound that erupted from the lips of the rosy-cheeked girl that ran through the once-gloomy hallways.

"Miss Sienna!" A maid, trying to keep in giggles, called after the five-year-old. "Don't run!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry!" The girl, Sienna, answered over her shoulder. Her greenish-blue eyes seemed to glimmer in excitement as she picked up speed. "Daddy is here!"

The few maids who heard the girl's giddy shout giggled to themselves. However, seeds of pity were ingrained in their giggles as well, unnoticeable by the public.

Tired and almost out of breath, Sienna turned the last corner.

And there he was, the tall and muscular figure that was her father. He turned upon hearing her arrival, a bright smile appearing over his lightly tanned skin. "Princess!" he exclaimed, picking her up as soon as she was close enough, and hauling her little frame high in the air. "And here I was, worried that you might not come to greet me!"

The girl squealed and threw her arms around her father's neck. "I would never do that, silly."

"Ah, but what if you do? It would be my demise!"

The girl only grinned, shaking her head in disapproval.

Behind the pair, a man cleared his voice.

Sienna was immediately dropped, albeit gently, and she glanced at the man that had interrupted their small meeting with childish anger that was quickly changed with shyness. The man was in the second half of his life, probably around his late fifties. He was short and with yellowed skin, his small grey eyes cold as he stared back at Sienna.

The girl turned to her father, wary of the newcomer. "Daddy, who is this?"

"This," the taller man seemed to hesitate, "is a new acquaintance of mine."

The stranger smiled unexpectedly, creases forming around his eyes. "And I hope future business partner, too."

Sienna shivered, growing weary of the stranger's undeniable dark expression. That man meant no good.

"Well then," the man turned to her father. "Shall we start the… negotiations, Mr. Bovino?"

Sienna's father, Ricardo Bovino, nodded firmly and ushered Sienna away.

"Of course, Mr. Estraneo."

...

-Eleven years later-

-Chicago, USA

"Get outta here!"

The heavy frame of a middle aged man was harshly pushed out the back door of a shady establishment, making him fall into the mud that awaited him outside. The door was closed shut once again, and the man groaned.

He, Richard Weiss, had just gotten kicked out of a bar for the third time that night. Great. Figuring out that he might as well just find a good place behind a preferably-odorless trashcan to sleep for a couple of hours, he stood up and staggered away.

To any normal passerby, he was just another sorry bastard that had chosen to drink himself to death. Actually, in all honesty, he was. He was a man who had committed way too many mistakes during his lifetime and now was forced to swap identities every five months and live as the lowest scum on earth to remain alive.

After all, hacking Mafia families into bankruptcy wasn't even close to getting scammed by your ex-wife or drowning in debts. Nope, it was much, much worse.

The soft sound of footsteps behind him set up the alarms in his mind, making him whip around towards the noise. A wave of dizziness clouded his vision, and he cursed. Damned alcohol.

Even being dizzy, he reached into the holster strapped to his belt and pulled out his old, but trusty, gun. "Show yourself!" He was left pointing at the darkness for a few seconds before a small frame, clearly female, emerged from the gloom.

"Oh." A smirk crossed over his features as he lowered the gun. "What do we have here?" he stepped forward, absentmindedly. "What are you doing walking around at this hours? Are you lost?" He took another step, the alcohol taking over his judgement now that the supposed threat was gone. "Would you like me to escort you home?"

The figure stood silently as he approached until he was approximately three meters from her. Then she spoke, her voice low and cold. "Enough."

"What do you mean with 'enough'? The fun has just started, darling."

He heard a low grunt, and the silhouette moved pointing her arm towards him.

"What are you doing?" It was then that he caught the glint of metal, the distinct shape of a gun being pointed at him. "…!?" He moved to raise his own weapon, but it was suddenly pulled from his fingers by an unidentified force.

"Francesco Rossi," his eyes widened at the sound of his name, his real name.

"W-who!?"

He heard the distinct click of a gun's safety lock being removed.

"Consider this mercy."

Bang!

Pain shot through his chest and, as he fell down, a nearby lamppost decided it was time to turn on, revealing the face of his assassin. As a bright turquoise eye stared at him from beneath a mane of messy black hair, he felt the weight of the world lift off his shoulders as death came for him.

In this case, Death had a name, and it was Sienna Vindice.

A/N:

[[EDIT]

You can just skip to chapter 4 for fun shit. The chapters before can be ignored because I'm deorganized. However, some things are explained in the previous chapters that you might need to know to understand the story... But I will warn you, chapters 1 through 3 are boring af. Well, not so much with chapter 3... that one is so-so. EH.]

Hello there! So, here I come with… this. It's a remake of a little something I did on an old account (very old) and never really got to finish. So… yeah. I found it lying around one day, read it, cringed, and continued with my life. My stupid brain just doesn't like me, so it forced me to rewrite it and now here I am.

I am special, okay?

Anyways, I have up to the third chapter written down already, but I won't really update immediately. I have a head start and want to keep it. So please don't complain, okay? Otherwise I'll send my dear alpaca subordinate Pisco to haunt your nightmares. Believe me, that's not nice (kinda)

Another important thing: the Varia won't really appear until the third chapter, so I'm sorry if you expected inmediate Varia action. I want to go over some slight character introduction first.

Eh… that's all. Well, not really. But that's all I'll say for now. I could say more, but…

Pisco: You are rambling.

I SAID I'M SPECIAL, OKAY!? *goes to cry in a corner*

Pisco: Well, since our marvelous author here is completely useless for now, I'll continue~ *takes a speakerphone* Please leave a pretty little review and follow or favorite if you are interested in this piece of art~!