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A Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Fan fiction


Disclaimer: KHR do not belong to me

I apologize for any grammar mistakes and typing errors in this story. English is not my first language.

If you dislike stories with original characters in it, please turn back now.

Enjoy!

Age Reference:
Xanxus - 16 y.o.
Hibari - 16 y.o.
Ryohei - 15 y.o.
Itsuki - 14 y.o.
Takeshi - 14 y.o.
Kyouko - 14 y.o.


Another two weeks roll by.

Xanxus finally step outside the mansion.

Days in Namimori passes too slow for his liking. Xanxus knows how to be patient. He knows not to rush in without any sorts of plan, without any failsafe prepared beforehand. Here, he has nothing to do except for studies, therapy and planning. But in the end he got bored being indoors. Better go outside than prowling like a caged lion.

So Xanxus went outside.

The plan was to explore the neighborhood. There is a difference between memorising the map and experience it physically. Should an ambush were to occur, Xanxus will know the best escape routes.

He passed by a group of gossiping housewives. They all regard him suspiciously from the distance, whispering to themselves. When Xanxus look their way, they pretend not to see him before hurrying home. The brats are more open with their staring. They either run away or start crying when Xanxus turn his eyes at them. Civilian brats are so soft. A complete opposite from the brats living on the street. Xanxus avoided the playground. He don't want to be accused of bullying the local brats when in actuality he was just minding his own business.

There is another park nearby so Xanxus went there instead. The place is conveniently empty when he got there. Xanxus scan the surroundings for possible threats. When he didn't detect any possible danger, he sit down on one of the benches.

This is outside.

The sky is decorated with white clouds. The sun is shining. Leaves rustles underneath the wind. A flock of birds fly over him.

Xanxus watches those birds with no small amount of envy.

Once upon a time, he was able to fly. Once upon a time, he stand above the others. Once upon a time, he was free to do as he pleases.

Xanxus carry a small pistol on his person, along with two knives. He can shoot one bird. It will give him a sense of gratification, even though is tiny.

But no. He will not waste bullets here, on a fucking bird of all things. Xanxus have not been brought so low that he resort to killing small animals just to feel powerful.

Xanxus is Quality. Xanxus is the man who will become Decimo. He will not concern himself with birds.

The sun hit his face. The warmth reminded him of his Flames. Xanxus try to remember what his Flames feel like. They were much hotter than this. More volatile. And so, so much more powerful.

And most important of all, those Flames are his. Something that truly belong to Xanxus and no one else's. The old fart and his kind are welcome to think that they possess the Wrath Flame, but it was Xanxus who light it up. It was Xanxus who use it. It was Xanxus who mastered it with only his own instincts and records of Secondo to count on. The Flames are still inside him. He knows that. But Xanxus has so little that is truly his to begin with, it felt like he lost his Flames for good when the old fart Sealed him.

If he concentrate, Xanxus can feel the Seal inside him. It made his skin itch. It made his stomach churn. It made him feel dirty. Defiled.

An invisible collar put on him, that's what this is. They put him in a cage disguised as a playground. Told him to stay like a dog.

'I am not a dog,' He thought, 'I am not a piece of trash they can just toss away. I am Quality. I am Xanxus. The man who will become Decimo. Vongola will be mine. I will pay them back with interest.'


One morning, Xanxus watch the sunrise from his bedroom window. His jet lag have pretty much settled now.

He remember waking up early as a child on a bare mattress in their dingy apartment. He remember tiptoeing in order to not wake up his mother. He remember staring out of the window to catch the sunrise.

For just a few minutes, everything was golden.

For just a moment, he let himself believe that today will be a better day than yesterday.

Life, and later on the mafia, beat that out of him.

Xanxus still wake up just before the sun peek out of the horizon.

It's just habit. It's only discipline. He often fall back to bed afterward.

No matter how many naps he took, no matter how long his sleep is, Xanxus always wake up.

Xanxus always get up.


After his Flames and X-Guns, they took away his Varia uniform jacket.

When Xanxus found out from the staffs, he hurled a wine bottle at them.

That piece of clothing means something for Xanxus. It is something he obtained through his own hard work. It is proof that he is indeed Quality.

As far as he concerned, his position in the Varia has not been suspended.

When he about to head back to his room to brood, he tripped over nothing.

Xanxus screamed obscenities at everyone present to witness that. They accepted everything he throw at them like a champ. He beat up the one closest to him.

The lack of that hot sensation beneath his skin when his Wrath Flame respond to his emotion made him even angrier.

Xanxus lock himself in the bedroom. They installed a mini elevator that directly connects his room to the kitchen, so food is no problem. By the time he is done taking out his anger at his room, the place looked like it had been wrecked by a hurricane, which is not entirely wrong. The staff will restore it back to its pristine state tomorrow.

That night, Xanxus dream of a gentle hand stroking his hair. He wakes up, wondering if he's still dreaming or not, then rest his head on the pillow once again.

It is also the first night he didn't have any nightmares.


Xanxus is sixteen but look older than than that. By all means, he should still be in school, if he is an Average that is. He only go to the mafia school in the first place because the old fart ordered him too. Xanxus easily come out on top in terms of rankings and food chain. His time at that blasted school is not for nothing though. It was at mafia school where he met Squalo and Levi.

Looking at the Sawada girl in her school uniform remind him of those days.

The civvie girl walk past the mansion every single day, how can he not take notice?

Students are not required to wear uniform at the mafia school. They show up wearing suits anyway. They don't bring school bags as well. Those who does usually stash their weapons, files or whatever odd objects a nutjob would carry with them.

Xanxus would mistake the Sawada girl as a grade schooler if he didn't take a look at her file. Asians does have smaller stature compared to Europeans. The civvie girl is nothing remarkable. To make it even worse, she is the clumsiest person Xanxus ever have the misfortune to lay his eyes own. Even Levi isn't as bad as her.

And just like Levi, most people have low opinion of her as well. Brats belittle her openly while the adults did nothing to stop this behaviour. They whisper to each other and shake their heads. Xanxus can't really blame them. Sometimes the girl would stare at open space, finger twitching in odd ways and acting plain weird. Not even her own mother respect her. Xanxus once saw the Sawada woman ignored her daughter when she tripped. Lord knows what happens at school. She must be at the bottom rung of the social order.

Xanxus don't like her. Each time she took a fall reminds him that is the fate that awaits him if he don't Unseal his Flames.

He need to Unseal his Flame before his body deteriorate to the point of no return.


Even though Sealing is a common knowledge in mafia society there are surprisingly few records about it. Most don't bother to document it properly because they care more about the victim being ruined.

Dying Will Bullets should do the trick. It will destroy the Seal bit by bit. However it will take a long time to completely obliterate the Seal. Half a year is the quickest.

The blacksmith Talbot have more knowledge about Flames than everyone else on Earth. In his long life, Talbot remain neutral at every internal conflict in Vongola. He never show support to anyone every time there is a succession crisis. Problem is that fucking old fart is slippery. It is already hard enough to get a hold of him but Talbot is pretty much a legend in the underworld. If Xanxus do anything to him, no one except his Guardians will support him as Decimo. Xanxus have to ask Talbot nicely. There are no guarantee that fucking old fart will help though.

He could go to the head of Giglio Nero Famiglia. Aria is the current holder of the Sky Pacifier. She must know some things. There are no guarantee she will agree to help though. That Famiglia is also neutral. Problem is, Xanxus have nothing he can offer to them in exchange for their cooperation. They don't need anything from him. Threatening the Sky Arcobaleno won't benefit him in the long run.

The Lightning Arcobaleno is an option. Mammon can get in touch with him for Xanxus. Payment won't be a problem. Yet there is a possibility that Xanxus will be turned to a test subject by Verde. The scientist won't pass up the opportunity to study his infamous Wrath Flame.. Xanxus has no desire to become a lab rat.

Trident Shamal is a doctor before he was an assassin. Sealing is not exactly a disease but Shamal would do a better job than the doctors back in Vongola HQ. Xanxus don't think he will be willing to help. One, Xanxus is male. Two, Trident Shamal have make it clear that he don't want anything to do with Varia.

So there is no one he can turn to.

Fine

Xanxus don't ask for help. He doesn't beg. He must solve this himself.

He ordered a servant to contact Varia HQ. Have them send every single material they have about Dying Will Flame to Namimori. The key he needed must be in there somewhere.


Xanxus went to downtown on his next outing.

It was nothing special. Just like the rest of this blasted town.

People move out of his way as soon as they see him. Good.

Xanxus went to a liquor store to see what they have to offer. He'll order the servants to order from this store if he find something he like. He tried sake once. He don't dislike it. The store employee thankfully didn't ask for his ID.

Half of the shelves in this store is filled with Japanese liquor. They do have whiskey, vodka, beer, wine, and so on. Quite the variety. The ones back in the mansion are more expensive/vintage though.

Xanxus make a mental note of the liquors that caught his interest. He'll write it down later when he get back.

His business in the liquor is done. Now what?

Nothing else in this place interest him. There's the pachinko place a few hundred meters from here… But Xanxus never much of a gambler. Oh, he did played cards with his (not) brothers a few times in the past. That's it. Pachinko is too low for someone like him. Xanxus might consider it if it's a casino.

BAM

"Hey! Watch where you're going, punk!" A lowlife sneered at him. Xanxus spare him a lazy glance. It was this scum who bumped to him. On purpose at that. The trash have two other trashes with him. "A gaijin?" The first trash turn up his nose. "You dislocated my shoulder when you bumped to me, gaijin. You better pay for the hospital fees."

The three trashes start to edge up closer.

'Finally,' Xanxus thought as one swing his fist at him, 'Some fucking entertainment.'


The only reason he left those trashes alive is because they are supposed to keep a low profile.

If those trashes ended up getting crippled… Serves them right for having the gall to order him around.

Xanxus didn't bump into things or trip.

The chefs cooked his favourite steak for dinner.

Today is a good day.


Every week, report arrive from Italy. It can be found on his desk in the study for Xanxus to look over.

The content is usually the same.

The Varia aren't allowed to take any mission until the Ninth lift the ban.

Belphegor being a shitty brat.

Levi is still unconsolable from his departure.

Mammon is grumbling over the loss of income.

Lussuria is trying to keep everyone's spirits up.

Squalo is growing his hair.

There is even a photo attached to the file.

Xanxus burned the picture with a lighter.


Xanxus don't watch television.

Correction: Xanxus don't watch Japanese television.

He still watch television from time to time back in Italy. Lussuria is a fan of soap operas. Mammon likes to watch financial news. Squalo don't watch TV but he likes to show off his training/battle videos. Belphegor tried to stay up past his bedtime so he can watch grown up television. Squalo foiled his attempts again and again. Xanxus used to watch television so he will not be viewed as an uncultured swine on the next high end party. Some trashes like to brag that they are more sophisticated than others because they listen to Paganini or shit.

Xanxus is aware that a number of his staff have taken a liking of local TV shows. A couple are interested in Japanese cartoons… Also known as anime. Xanxus would be caught dead before anyone found him watching little girls' cartoon.

Perhaps that is why he missed the weather report.

Xanxus is on one of his outings when the raindrops start pouring in. In no time at all it became a heavy downpour.

He will have to punish the head butler after this. It's his job to know this sort of things. Crap, there are no convenience store nearby where he can umbrellas form. He has no choice but to wait it out. Only there are no place near him where he can take cover from the rain. Xanxus is already soaking wet. What difference would it make? Fuck.

Xanxus hated the rain as a kid. You can't afford getting sick in the slums. It's matter of life or death. He cannot afford to get sick because who will take care of his mother then?

There are no heater or air conditioner in their small apartment. So they ended up feeling cold whenever it rains. At least they will be dry. Mother would let him hog all the blanket to stay warm. Xanxus would lay give her the blanket when she is having another one of her spells.

Worse than having to wait out for the rain to stop is wait for the rain outside.

Xanxus remember, as a child, he had to dig through the trash to find something of use. A newspaper or a cardboard to cover himself as he dash through the rain. If he is lucky he will find a broken umbrella. Xanxus got into a fight with other children over that tiny spot where he will be shielded from the rain. Xanxus, feeling his socks getting wet because there is a hole in his shoes and he just stepped into a puddle.

Fun times.

Xanxus arrive at the park. Just a bit more and he will reach the mansion. A hot meal or beverage will already be prepared for him upon arrival. He will be warm, full and clean.

Yet his feet felt heavy like lead. He don't want to go back. Not yet. Why?

Xanxus sit on the same bench he occupied last time. Maybe he'll wait for the rain to stop here. Out in the open. Just like he did as a child. Vulnerable, spiteful and already so weary of the world. He still have some fire in him. Xanxus knows that. But for the love of God, he is so fucking tired. And angry. And… And…

He was so close. He was this close to have everything he ever wanted. He did everything humanly possible to get where he is now. All those hours in the shooting range. All those books he need to read. All those missions. Timoteo's sons have everything easy. He had to work thrice harder so people will look at him. He was this close to become Decimo.

All those hours. All those effort. All those blood. Wasted. Because Xanxus is not the old fart's biological son.

Everything had been for a naught. Everything had been a lie.

Not only he had been denied his throne, they cast him off. They put him away like some dirty laundry. They condemn him to die for the sin of not obeying his father. For having the mistake of not having the right blood.

He'll kill them all.

Xanxus' train of thought come to a halt when he sense something.

A presence.

There is a presence behind him. Approaching him. An spy from Vongola? An assassin? Using the rain to cover their tracks, huh?

His Flames may be Sealed but Xanxus' reflexes is still working just fine. He turn around, catching the wrist of the would be assailant, stopping them from-

There was a squeak.

Xanxus find himself face to face with a nest of brown hair. Orange umbrella shielding him from the rain.

Civvie girl?


"Please help my son," The woman repeated. "He's hurt. He won't be able to make it at this rate. I don't want him to die. Please! Not my Xanxus! You have to help him!"

Itsuki grab hold of her hand. The woman gasped. How long has it been since a living person touch her?

She smiled.


Our Grumpy Mafia Teenager is starting to adjust to life in Namimori. It's a slow process.

Xanxus, I know you didn't mean to but please don't make other people's children cry. Also, please treat your subordinate better. I honestly can't for the life of me figure out why people are so loyal to you. Xanxus' charisma, another mystery.

I'm still unsure which time period this fanfic take place. KHR manga is first published in early 2000s. So that means Xanxus is frozen in the 90s. Following that logic, this story take place in the late 90s. I was still in kindergarten at the time. I don't remember much about this time period. I might make it the 2000s.

Imagine Xanxus, Itsuki and the Varia in 90s fashion tho.

This story is partially inspired by The Varia Next Door by RenegadeWarrior.

Next chapter will be Itsuki's POV!

Thank you for reading!

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