He Ate My H e a r t.

Pairing : Belphegor x OC

Rating : M

Summary: Sena and her small group are trying to expand and become a successful mafia group. However, what's going to happen when Sena, the leader, cannot protect her family? She is left heartbroken after the incident and seeks revenge on the group who was responsible for it, the Varia.

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! In any way. I only own my OCs, Sena and her group.

Inspiration: This story was inspired by the song Monster by: Lady Gaga.Note: I apologize if this chapter confuses you with all the back and forth between the family members. I just wanted you to get a feel of members and to know whom they were up against. Just bare with me until the next chapter if you don't like this one.


Target Two : Infiltration


Night had fallen quickly, blanketing the earth in darkness. It was the perfect cover for Sena's bold move, the plan that could possible make or break her family.

"Boss, I'm in position." Freiya's voice buzzed over the communication wires plugged into each of the family member's ear. The nineteen-year-old girl glanced around, thoroughly observing her surroundings on the east side of the mansion. "Security was low over here, it's actually quite disappointing. We don't even have to use weapons on these lackeys."

At the south side finishing the last of three guards, was the composed and nonchalant Keever, a cancer stick hanging loosely from his lips. "I'm ready here boss." he confirmed, as he drug the security bodies into the diminutive forest surrounding the large estate. "I'm not sure how much time we have till they realize security is down."

"Wow Keever, so much confidence in your family." snorted a poised Neem, as he leaned against the west gate. "Honestly have a bit more faith in Sena and the family."

Keever rolled his eyes, knowing full well the younger male couldn't see it. "So is it clear over there?" he asked.

In response, Neem chuckled lowly. "Of coarse it is. Hey Mik how you holding up on your end?"

From a tree situated between the apartment and manor, sat an attentive Mikyn. "I've got it all covered. I have several alarms set up around the parameter of the apartment, so we should be fine."

"Good job kiddo. Sena girl sounds like we're all ready on your cue." Neem beamed proudly, his standard grin decorating his face.

The north gate was just as secured as Sena would have presumed, but still it was no setback for the extremely determined teen. "I have cleared the north gate, so start to move in as planned," she instructed in a hushed voice she was sure the mic would pick up. "Be cautious and ready for anything

Each member nodded and garbled something simultaneously with one another and then Sena's world was silent once again, the soft howl of the wind her only company.

With the shadows as her guise, she advanced forward towards the mansion soundlessly. The few windows that were lit up, stared down at her like the golden eyes of a serpent ready to strike at any given moment. Unfortunately, for that serpent, Sena's impervious silvery-blue lasers were so much more haunting under the moon's light and held more ferocity.

The raven-haired teen had decided she would enter by means of the kitchen's north window. The likely hood of anyone using the kitchen at eleven thirty at night was slim, plus the lights were off. Therefore, when she slipped into the kitchen, not making a sound, she wasn't surprised to find it empty. "I'm in.," she mumbled into the mic.


"I'm in too." Freiya confirmed soon after her leader, as she slowly slinked out of the east wing bathroom into the vacant hallway. Her steps were light and feathery as she edged herself down the long corridor, opening and closing doors carefully to check each room. They all had been empty so far. There seemed to be no one whatsoever at the moment and the anxious teen was beginning to wonder if anyone was even in this wing of the mansion.

This belief was momentary, and was shattered by the heavy footsteps Freiya's delicate ears picked up. Adrenaline was pumping its way through her veins now and her entire being sparked with more and more energy as the footsteps got louder. At last, the person turned the corner; she was quick to analyze the tall figure and confirmed him as a member of the Varia. The one she had been ordered to take out. Once he noticed her, he stopped. "So I did hear a rat." his gruff voice rang over the silence.

"A rat?" she questioned, raising a fine brow, towards the spiky-haired Varia officer. "Pfft, please I'm more like the hawk that hunts the rat." There was stillness among the two, until the woman finally decided to make a move, pulling out a short sickle-type weapon with a ball attached to the end of it, by a chain. It was Freiya's kusari-gama. "And you Leviathan, of the Varia, is this hawk's next victim." she announced, as she charged in.


Keever noted the fact that Freiya was now in combat with her target and it wouldn't be long until the rest of the Varia was alerted. Maneuvering down the halls of the south wing quickly, he noticed that several maids were peeking out from behind doors watching the brunette closely. 'This must be the servant's wing.' Keever thought briefly to himself, stopping in the middle of the corridor. "Do any of you know where Lussuria is?" he asked blindly to the wary women. He wasn't sure if that's whom Sena had said was rumored to be staying in the south wing, still it was worth a shot.

"Looking for me? I'm honored, you're a cutie" Laughter followed echoing from behind him and in reaction, Keever ducked in order to dodge the plated knee aimed towards the back of his head. "You're a quick one."

"No, you're just too noisy. You give me forever to dodge." Keever countered, as he turned around slowly setting his metal claws into place over his hands. His weapon known as tekko-kagi. "You're just as boisterous as Neem, so you should be no problem to take down."

Lussuria smiled and made a swooning sound. "Oh you're just my type!" Keever raised a brow. "I'm going to have fun making you my play toy." the flamboyant assassin finished, finally charging to attack the self-assured male who only sneered confidently.


Neem was becoming more and more impatient as he turned up yet again another vacant room. "Damnit." he swore under his breath, his lips pressed into a pout. Keever and Freiya had managed to find their targets, and frankly, it annoyed the hell out of the dark-haired male. The next room he opened was not a room at all but instead a training field of some sort. There were obstacles set up all around the room and each was varying in category, from sword-type training to punching bags for hand-to-hand combat training. Slicing away at a pathetic straw dummy, Neem could see a man with long silvery hair. In order to get the guy's attention, the impatient boy coughed loudly. It did the trick.

"Voi!" hollered his chilling voice. "Who dares to disturb my training?"

Neem's thrill was obvious on his face, when he realized who he had found "You better be Superbi Squalo.," he stated, his lips pulled back into a wolfish grin, while he pulled from their sheath's two Chinese hook swords.

"Voi! Who the hell are you punk?" the light haired male growled, holding his sword at the ready. "Oh what the hell, it doesn't matter. If you were looking for a fight, you picked the wrong person. I'll shred you to pieces! Voi!" Squalo finished launching himself towards the ill-mannered boy.


Despite having, the utmost confidence bestowed upon the three family members, Sena still felt a pang of worry festering in the pit of her gut as she continued down the north wing's main hall. It was her family after all and any damage taken to one family member ultimately influenced her as well. Nevertheless, she pressed on, slinking through the shadows like a large cat of prey. Somewhere around any corner could have possibly been the genius of Varia. The one who was supposedly owner of this manor. That was her target, since her resources told her he used a room located in the north part of the building.

At the end of the north wing's main hall, there was an elegant round ballroom, like the type you would see in a king's castle. Sena couldn't make out much in the dark, but could tell that it was a vast amount of mostly empty space. Figuring there wasn't anything to be found there, she turned to leave.

However, as she was about to, the seven chandeliers around the room began to flicker on, flooding the room with light. "Ushishi, You didn't expect to leave so soon did you?" an ominous voice questioned. "Didn't you and your little group want a chance to defeat the Varia?"

'They knew the entire time.' she thought to herself, as she slowly rotated her body around.

Now that the room was alit, she could make out the expensive décor and tapestries that hung around the edges of the room. Sena also noticed that there was a balcony running around the upper part of the ballroom, and contentedly perched on the railing was the one she presumed to be the prince of this whole mansion. Belphegor.

Sena did not respond to his question, instead pulled the belt off her waist, and let the five individual blades fall into place at her side. At first glance, it didn't seem as if the upcoming boss carried a weapon, nowhere between the worn out sneakers, or the black jacket could you have possibly known she concealed a destructive weapon, disguised as a belt.

The blond prince let out one of his unusual laughs, watching the girl vigilantly. Her untamed hair stood out against her ivory skin, and those eyes. Those icy sapphire-gray pools, which held no clues as to what she would do next… "So you aren't going to talk? Ushishi." he asked for verification.

Silence. In a quick movement, Sena had whipped the five bladed sword around, slicing into the pillars sustaining a portion of the balcony above. Belphegor frowned in distaste and jumped down, before he could fall with the crumbling stone.

"Ushishi, you broke my balcony," he pointed out, his freakishly broad smile widening across his face. Sena's face remained neutral as she turned to face him, this time he noticed the drive burning beyond the hues of gray and blue. "Oh, are you here to prove something? I guess I'll enjoy it even more when I exterminate you now. Ushishi." Just the thought of her blood covering the expensive wood floors was enough to send him into some kind of euphoria.

Sena watched as knifes appeared all around her, which she was aware, was his doing. Reading him wasn't as simple as most people, bearing in mind that she couldn't see his eyes which were hidden beneath his golden locks. Just as the knives were going to dive into her, she used her weapon to deflect the ones in front of her and charge in at blonde prince. She brought up her sword and swung the blades in his direction.

Of course, naturally he jumped back, studying the weapon carefully. All five of the blades were made of a flexible metal, and each one of them was just as dangerous as a normal sword. Belphegor realized what it was now. It was an Urumi. He had overheard sword-freak Squalo talking about them at one time or another. They apparently were extremely hard to master, but if you could manage to master one, then it could be a powerful tool.

Bel's grin didn't falter as he caught the quick jerk of her arm and the five blades were coming towards him once again. This time though he had sent out knifes towards the ebon teen, while getting out of the way himself. Instead of using her Urumi to block them, she jerked her body to the side. This caused her body to surge with pain. Upon closer inspection, she noticed the wires, and she sneered crudely at the prince.

"Ushishishi, look at the blood." he sighed in ecstasy, watching as crimson droplets fell to the floor from the wounds along her arms, legs, and cheek.

Sena realized she had to move quickly and she risked even more damage to swing her weapon and cut the wires binding her in place. Bel was slightly caught off guard with the amount of speed she gained and almost missed all five of the blades, except it was that fifth one that caught his face and grazed it enough to leave blood. She jumped back from the blonde and awaited his reaction.

"Ushishishi, Blood. Royal blood." he squealed, his body shaking slightly as he brought his hand to his face and dipped two fingers in the blood trailing down his face. "Ushishishi, Royal blood." he repeated, examining the glistening liquid on his fingers.

The ebony-haired teen noticed a change, and the grin on his face only seemed to get wider. She wasn't even sure how that was possible. Sena, repositioned her feet, but before she could react, she noticed all the knives surrounding her from above. Each one staring down upon her. Just as they all began to dive towards her, Sena jumped back away from them only to neglect the fact that Belphegor had moved and now was behind her.

Violently he kicked her in the wrist, a sickening snap echoing throughout the ballroom. Sena howled in pain as she dropped her weapon to the floor and nurtured her hand. The girl didn't have enough time to do much else because a booted foot was shoved into her face, forcing her down to the ground. "Ushishishi, I finally have you pinned." he snickered, a knife appearing in his hand. "Now beg! Beg for that pathetic life of yours," he commanded.

She narrowed her steel-blue laser in on the prince in complete defiance. "Like hell I will." she growled using her good hand to try to shove the boot out of her face. "Your no prince, you're just a monster!" she snapped, bringing her leg up and kicking him in the crotch area.

He doubled over in pain like any normal man would and hastily Sena scooped up her weapon, with her good hand and charged towards one of the large windows. "Guys, if you hear me, get out now!" she shouted into the mic, right before throwing her shoulder into the window and hurtling through it.

Sena ran off into the darkness, following the escape route she had planned for them. That feeling she had left to fester before, was now bubbling wildly and it wasn't good. Sena's gut wrenched uncomfortably as she ran along. "Sena, the others aren't responding." Mikyn replied warily over the intercom. Her heart completely jumped into her throat, which made it hard to reply. She swallowed painfully as she ran.

"Mikyn lets get back home, then we can regroup our thoughts" she said calmly. "We're going to save the others… no matter what."


End Note: If you want to know, how old Sena's family is,

Sena is 17,

Neem is 17 (a few months younger then Sena)

Mikyn is 14

Keever is 18

Freiya is 19

In addition, I have made Bel 17 for my story just because I can.

-On my homepage, is a link to Sena's outfit if you would like to see it. In addition, Sena's weapon is actually real just look up an Urumi and you'll see what they are about.

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