A/N:

Hey, this is my first fanfic and I'm praying with all my heart and soul that it wouldn't end like crap and some sort of crackshit. -_- Anywho, this fanfic is inspired by another fanfic created by Wamakai (i bow to thee~) Heehee. This chapter seems too rated M don't cha think? But, I rated this story T due to the heavy language that I shall be using (I cuss alot) and some violence (not too gory for the faint of heart).

Read and Review alright? it really helps a complete amateur like me! m(=W=)m

It was the night before Sunday, and all were merry, nobody made a sound not even a mice. Well, at least except for the streets of Milan, being as bustling as it was - smeared with its accented colors and displays showcasing to tourists and customers, and smelled heavenly because of its many fine cuisine they have in store. But behind all this merriment, little did they know that a bloodbath had occurred somewhere not far from this bustling street. Or rather, it had occurred below this bustling street.

Beneath that street lies the Boticello family's secret base, home to the many dangerous men who smuggle, kidnap, prosecute and murder people. This was the Boticello's dirty reputation that they have been upholding for many generations. Not one spy has lived to tell the tale of the family, let alone be returned home in one piece. Not one family has ever seen their head quarters, for the Boticello lives in a luxurious underground head quarters.

Their big man, Raffaelo Boticello, was a man is noted for being dirty when it comes to power, it was practically his everything! Once nomination begins, people know the drill: they are to take his money and vote for him, or it's them becoming puppy chow for his box weapons.

Raffaelo is respected and feared by many, even the local police fear him, and not one has dared to go against him. He thought his family's reputation will be forever feared and remembered by friends and foes, and his power would stretch all across Italy. But he was dead wrong about all that…

Gunshots and screams were heard down the hall; men were shouting and cussing all at the same time. Roaring flames spread and appeared here and there, men were preparing for the enemy to show himself as he cowardly disguised himself as one of them. The light began to flicker.

On…Off…On...Off…

They began to take note of the night.

On…

…Off…

…

…On.

The once sturdy and strong men who guarded that hall, died. All that's left of them were their pilling and torn bodies, while their boxes were all but shattered remains. The bronze walls and velvet floors were decorated by a horrible shade of red and scratches from the attacker and some wild animal.

"H-Hurry up and get the boss outta here! H-He's coming in real fas-"

Wild gunshots and men dying filled the many halls, and then…it became dead silent.

It was quiet, too quiet. Not that cool and calming kind, but that eerie kind. The one they used when they indicated when the killer was about to kill the main character then laugh off maniacally, the one they used when not one soul was awake the night before, the one they used after a blood bath had occurred until they decided to scrap off and leave the police to clean up.

It was that kind of silent that shook the great Raffaelo Boticello, and for once in his life, Raffaelo was scared. Yes, the once great and mighty 54-year old Boticello boss was actually scared of having his life taken by some traitor he never knew. Opening the door, he peeked out and gently left his library. Now covered in blood from head to toe, with some serious wounds and injuries, the Boticello boss slowly walked across his hallway to see what's left of his once feared henchmen; the dead bodies and broken boxes, the wall filled with blood and scratches of some wild animal, they all answered his curiosity.

Raffaelo stumbled and fell on one of his men; he fell on the already bloody ground and tried to bring himself up. He made a run for it after realizing that he had screamed at the top of his lungs, he felt like he ran in circles because of the many hallways. He cursed under his breathe, muttering why he had his base built with a lot of hallways in the first place. He knew that being the Boss of a feared familgia earned him power and money, allowing him to have everything he's ever dreamed of. Taking a break, his breathing began to grow faint and his eyesight were starting to black out as he fought the urge to close them. He wanted to live damn it! And to kill the person who single-handedly annihilated his family.

Light struck his eyes, wait, and light?

He looked up and saw his main doors open; Raffaelo had never felt so grateful for such a thing as light. He was overjoyed and began to run towards the light. Perhaps he wasn't dying after all! He can still bring the Boticello's former glory back! He can still-

SLICE.

Before Raffaelo can even reach the end to his velvet carpet, both his legs had been sliced. He once again kissed the ground and tried to limp his way out. But he was abruptly stopped by someone who turned him around, sat on his chest and watched Raffaelo's remaining life while he enjoyed his miserable state.

He couldn't make out his face due to his hood, but he did know that he was wearing a Boticello suit. It was dark brown with gold stripes and the family's insignia on the right. He struggled underneath his touch, only to be abruptly pushed back to the ground.

"So, Raffaelo Boticello, how does it feel to be on the ground with your life slowly draining out of you?" he asked coolly.

"kkk…J-Ju…st…y-you wait…T-they'll come and a-avenge me…and w-when they find you…"

"They? Oh, you mean Graciano? I'm sorry to tell you this but…" he bent down to his ears and whispered icily "…his and his men's remains have been scattered in one of your private casinos down the road."

Raffaelo's eye's widened in surprised.

"G-Gra-Graciano? M-My son! Y-You!" bringing up his gun he tried to fire, only to have his arm sliced in a flash. He screamed in pain while the stranger laughed on top of him.

"Oh, wallow deep in your sins Raffaelo! You're too late to repent now! Wallo-"before he could finish, his other hand comes up to punch him in the face, hard, dropping the hood in the process. Her brownish red hair flailed everywhere.

"Y-Y-YOU!?"

Her cold emerald eyes glared daggers to his; the intensity of those eyes sent a wave of fear for his life. She took out her weapon and without a word, her blood-stained scythe morphed itself into a machete; its blade kissing his pale cheek, wiping away his sweat, its blade reflecting its true violent and sadistic character of the wielder. And the wielder, who simply enjoyed the victim's tremble beneath her blade, while the blood from his wounds slowly flowed out of his system, smiled menacingly above him.

"Y-Y-You're j-just a-"

"A what? I'm just that little girl you saw one day whom you almost ran over at Porta Cosa? Just that kid who is coincidentally flinging with your son? The same girl who single-handedly took out the whole Boticello family? Please Raffaelo! Cut me some slack here" she laughed wickedly.

Raffaelo gulped down his throat, "K-Ka-Katarina, bambina, please…spare me…I-I'll give you anything…anything you've always wished for! A-a-nd…and more! J-Just please…spare me!"

She paused for a while, giving the old man some time to catch his breathe. But before he can even offer more, his blood showered and her blade cut through. He was lucky enough to hear her last words before he was all just a head.

"Katarina? Haha, I'm sorry but that was just my alias Raffaelo baby…"

In a flash, his blood purged out. She really hated revealing her true name to her enemies, but he was as good as dead anyways so she didn't mind. Besides, she loved saving her name for last.

"…Mikaela Bartolomeo…but it's a shame you'll never have a chance to warn everyone about me"

She raised his bloody head to meet her cold emerald eyes.

"And a little word of advice Raffaelo , never trust anyone, not even a woman. You'll live longer." she kissed the dead man's nose and stood up.

She left out of that cold night with her completely bathed in blood from head to toe; she hummed a tune under her breathe as she approached the main entrance that led to a secret passage along the highways of Milan.

She laid down Raffaelo's head on the road and wrote with his blood an arrow indicating the once secret base of the Boticello family. The night was dying fast and she needed to get out of here, and get some new set of clothes. Approaching towards the cliff, she took out her box weapon and released her winged animal. And as the moon began to sink into the crack of dawn, she was gone in a heartbeat.