Parallel World #1 (PW1) Summary: Millifiore Famiglia is getting stronger every day, when the Vongola is in uproar. Nono is dying, but Decimo is still yet to be found! In this critical situation stepped in the strongest ones. They already have candidates for the Guardians, and one of them was sent to Japan to retrieve and train the future Tenth. But wait. Why is Reborn glaring at the Guardians? And why is he holding a gun with a ribbon?

Inspired by: all Fem!27 Fics I have ever read

Warnings: AU,Fem!27, InRealBodies!Arcobaleno, TYL!VongolaGuardians, OOC-ness

Title: Burning Prayer


The engine of the airplane slightly roared before dying away and shiny white door opened revealing set of steps. Lean figure in the beige cloak with a hood and black glasses stepped out from the airplane and inhaled morning air of the Japan. Taking off its hood and revealing dark-blue shoulder-length messy hair and heart-shaped face, person scrunched her nose a little. She didn't favor Japan too much. Too crowdy and cramped in her opinion, but job can bring in places even worse than it, so she didn't complain. Besides this job, was far more important than any other before. Any. And she was known for never failing her missions (if only she wasn't dead) and she was sure as hell, that she will not fail this one. It was too important to even think about it.

"Oi, stop just standing on the path like an idiot and move."

Woman's eyebrow twitched and on her forehead popped a vein.

"What I was saying about politeness, brat? If you are talking like that to your sensei, then how you will address your Boss?"

Person behind her snorted.

"Don't even compare yourself to Juudaime, Lal Mirch."

'Ah, he is protecting his boss even before they met.' On Lal's face bloomed almost gentle smile, before it turned into sadistic smirk and she whirled around, kicking the ungrateful silver-haired brat far away where the sun doesn't shine.

"Oh, Hayato said something stupid again?" asked amused voice and in the entrance of the airplane appeared man in red Chinese clothes with soft dark-brown eyes and braided black hair.

"He always says something stupid."

Man and woman got down, observing airport in front of them.

"Hey, brats! Get out, we don't have time to sit around!" barked Lal, turning to their private jet. There was some shuffling and at the entrance appeared two tall figures clad in suits with different colored shirts underneath.

"Ma~ma~ Sorry Lal-sensei, it's just too nostalgic to be in Japan after so much time. I feel a little nervous!" said the tallest one of the two with cheerful voice. Young man with a slender, but strong figure, short messed up black hair, narrowed hazel eyes and small scar on the right side of his chin. His shirt was the color of the sea, with a little messed collar and he was without a tie. On his face was a small smile, and his eyes stared at the sky, as if remembering good times.

"I never have been here before, but I'm nervous too to the extreme!" added with considerable louder voice the second person. This one was a little shorter than the first, and his shockingly white hair stood up on his head in a haircut slightly resembling Mohawk. His built was strong and muscular, which was noticeable even under the clothes and his face too adorned a scar, right across his left eyebrow. His grey eyes practically shone with excitement and on his face was all-winning blindingly bright grin. To the effect added his bright yellow shirt and unexpectedly neat tie.

Fon smiled at them. "Good to hear that you are in good spirits."

"Yare-yare…They are too cheerful, after this long flight…" muttered sleepy voice, and after two men emerged another one. A teen, barely older than fifteen with curly black hair and lazy green eyes, with strange birth marks under them. He too was in a suit, but instead of shoes he wore sandals and his cow-printed shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his horns-pendant and a little of his chest. His hands were stuffed into the pockets and he stood slouched, clearly relaxed and not bothered about their arrival to the country of the sunrise.

Lal rolled her eyes at this guy. This bratty cry-baby bring the concept of irritation to the whole new level, and just standing next to him make her want to beat him up in her most brutal training.

"And weren't you born here Onii-san?" teen stood next to them and addressed the one with the white hair.

"I EXTREMELY DON'T REMEMBER!" shouted man with the raised fists.

"Ku-fu-fu-fu~ It's useless to even to ask, so why bother?" supplied smooth voice right next to them. Teen shivered slightly at the voice and inched closer to the cheerful raven. Nobody really noticed when the fourth got out from the airplane or even when he stood near them, but it happened so often that they stopped to bother.

"It's an extreme lie Pineapple-head! I understand a lot of things!"

Man that joined them twitched at the nickname.

He was fairly tall, almost as tall as the raven and was wearing far more informal clothes than his three companions. Simple white shirt with low collar, black military styled jacket, dark jeans, high boots and black leather gloves on his hands. On his lips played mischievous smirk and his right eye glowed red when left was shade of navy-blue. His face was framed by short strands of dark-blue hair, when the rest were pulled into a low ponytail that reached past his waist. Hair on the top of his head was strangely shaped, explaining the 'pineapple' nick.

"Yeeeeah, riiight." Almost simultaneously rolled their eyes teen and 'pineapple'.

"HEY!"

"Ma~ ma~ Calm down guys. And where are…" tall raven looked around only to face big round purple eye innocently blinking at him.

"Kumo-san is giving his last 'tips' to the pilots. He didn't like our flight. Too much jerking." Answered the soft voice.

Poor pilots. Teen trembled a little at the thought of those 'tips' before turning to the woman who answered.

She was a petite young lady, dressed in an indigo dress which ended past her knees, and grey jacket. Her hair was color of dark violet and reached past her shoulders, when some short strands formed a little messy fringe. On the top of her head stuck out short strands too, reminding about the haircut of the mismatched-eyed man. Her only visible eye was color of the vibrant violet, when another was covered with a black eye patch with a chrome skull on it.

Suddenly there was a furious shout.

"DAMN IT! Why THE HELL did you kicked ME?!"

"Oh, he is back." Fon cheerfully noticed.

The silver-headed man that Lal 'taught', returned slightly limping and adjusting his suit. His red shirt was messed and black tie a little loosened. His silver hair that reached his chin was messier than usual and he glared at his sensei with his narrowed piercing green eyes, as he stomped (limped) towards the group. On his hands glinted different rings and on his neck were a couple of necklaces, making his appearance more dangerous with the combination of the suit.

Lal Mirch was looking at the moving to them car, not even bothering to acknowledge her student, making him bristle like a cat, but he was held back by the tall raven.

"Let me go, idiota!"

"Just let it go, will ya?"

"Shut up." Snarled cold voice, making everybody flinch with the exception of Fon, Lal and 'pineapple' guy.

The last member of their party finally arrived.

Man with messed jet-black hair and a fringe that slightly covered his cold icy-grey eyes, was glaring at them. He was wearing a suit too, but his shirt was a shade of deep violet and his tie neat and on its place.

"My-my~ someone is cranky?" snickered 'pineapple'-head, earning low dangerous growl from the grey-eyed man. Everybody stepped a little away from them in case if fight will break out, but the situation was saved by Lal.

"Stop bickering like little children and get into the car." Woman hissed, glaring at all of them. With some grumbling they got into the limousine and made themselves comfortable.

"Did he contact you Fon?" Lal Mirch lifted her glasses a little, revealing her carmine colored eyes and looked at Chinese man.

"Yes, he sent me the address three days ago." Fon smiled and took out folded paper from his long sleeves. "But he thought we will arrive by next week." His eyes mischievously sparkled.

Lal Mirch smirked. It was their turn to mess a little with the greatest hitman in the world.


They arrived to the simple two-floor house, similar to others around, with a comfortable front yard. Lal Mirch briefly looked over neighborhood and pressed a button.

People behind her exchanged looks.

~Ding-Dong~

They waited for an answer and it wasn't long before door opened, revealing person they all knew too well.

There was a pause.

Lal blinked, checking if her eyes were pulling a prank on her and checked for illusions. Finding none she quickly clamped her mouth with hands, trying to stop her laugh and kneeled over on the ground. Others behind her tried to hold their laugh too, but some of them were not very successful.

Man twitched, when some of them even started turning blue from the lack of air.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he hissed, glaring at silently dying group.

Lal couldn't hold it any longer. Her mad laugh initiated a chain reaction and soon everybody were rolling on the ground. And who wouldn't laugh, seeing the greatest hitman in the world, standing in the blue frilly apron, fancy yellow bow instead of his tie and with pink clippers holding his untamed sticking hair? If he wasn't glaring at them this familiar bloodthirsty glare, Lal would have thought it was an imposter.

Dark-eyed hitman growled low and in his hands was already glowing Leon, but when he pointed his gun on them, instead of quivering in fear, they laughed harder and some even started crying.

On the well-known green gun innocently bounced pink ribbon.

Reborn facepalmed. He totally forgot about it.

From committing bloody massacre Reborn was stopped by a melodic voice.

"Reborn? Who is there?" the owner of the voice popped out her fluffy brown head from behind the man, and as soon as person set eyes on hysterically laughing group, she squeaked in fear and hid behind hitman. "Reborn! Who are these weirdos?!"

The group ceased their laughing fit, as soon as they noticed big chocolate-brown eye peering at them from behind the fearsome man.

"This, Dame-Tsuna, are people who will become your Guardians. If they will survive." darkly said Reborn and guardians silently gulped.

Oops.


As Reborn got rid from his accessories and Fon with Lal dragged remainders of the Guardians in the house, they sat in the living room. Reborn and his charge sat across Lal Mirch and Fon with the Guardians groaning on the floor between them.

Lal looked over a petite figure sitting very close to Reborn. The girl, no younger than 13 years, with soft brown hair flowing down her middle back and fringe that slightly covered her big doe-like brown eyes. Chubby cheeks with healthy pink color, little nose, full lips and fragile figure that was hidden under the baggy orange sweater and dark blue pants. She was sitting with her legs close to her chest, trying practically to melt into the sofa under her, as she looked at all strange people that suddenly appeared in her house. In simple words – a weakling. But Lal noticed, even if girl was looking at all of them with wariness, there were no fear and rejection in her eyes. She was curious, but still wary of them, and it was showing in how close she tried to sit to Reborn, who didn't seem to mind as he continued to glare at Guardians.

Lal knew, that she shouldn't judge not knowing everything, but couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at what she was seeing. As if sensing her thought, chocolate eyes found her own, and Lal felt like she was looking into warm fire of the campfire after long training, but then chocolate eyes blinked and looked away and the feeling disappeared.

Fon was observing girl too, but more inconspicuous than his colleague. He smiled when girl looked at him and amusedly watched as she slightly blushed and hide her gaze from him, squirming closer to Reborn, whose glare was instantly directed at the Chinese man.

"I think we need to introduce ourselves to the young lady." Fon smiled, not fazed by Reborn's glare. "My name is Fon. I'm a friend of Reborn's, the Storm Arcobaleno and teacher of one of your soon-to-be guardians."

Brunet looked up at him curiously and then turned her eyes at Lal Mirch, who sighed and lifted her glassed.

"Lal Mirch. Remember it." She looked sternly at the girl.

The brunet meekly nodded at both of them.

"N-nice to meet you, Fon-san, Lal Mirch-san."

"Hey you." Lal Mirch nudged with her leg still unconscious curly-haired teen near her. "Get up and introduce yourselves properly brats."

With some groaning, well-placed kicks and shuffling, people on the floor woke up and sat in the Japanese style facing Reborn and brunet.

"My name is Yamamoto Takeshi! I'm candidate for the position of the Rain Guardian and Reborn's student." The tall raven with a scar on his chin smiled cheerfully. He looked closely as girl smiled a little in return.

"Bovino Lambo. Candidate for the Lightning Guardian, subject-err- student of the Lightning Arcobaleno, Verde." curly haired teen glanced at the girl, who sweatdropped at his reply.

"Gokudera Hayato. Candidate for the position of the Storm Guardian. Student –cue to heated glare directed at Lal Mirch- of the Rain Arcobaleno, Lal-Mirch" Silver-haired man bowed deeply towards girl, who confusedly looked at his display of respect.

"Hibari Kyoya. The Cloud Guardian." Deadpanned grey-eyed man, who was staring at the girl and analyzing her. The brunet gulped silently at his intense stare.

"He is my student" smiled Fon, and Kyoya glared at him.

"Ku-fu-fu-fu~ Rokudo Mukuro, candidate for the position of the Mist Guardian." The girl looked warily at his smile and mismatched eyes.

"Dokuro Chrome. Candidate for the same position, discipline of the Mist Arcobaleno Viper." Softly said woman with the eye patch. The girl looked at another female with happy and hopeful eyes.

"SASAGAWA RYOHEI TO THE EXTREME! Candidate for the position of the Sun Guardian TO THE EXTREME! EXTREME student of the EXTREME Rain Arcobaleno, Colonello-shishou!" she covered her ears, fearing for safety of her hearing abilities.

The brunet looked over them, remembering what Reborn told her 3 months after he arrived to her home.

"The candidates for the places as your Vongola Guardians are the strongest out of the hundreds others." Reborn was cleaning his gun while he watched how she struggled with her math homework. "And they pledged their loyalty to the Vongola, after they were saved, so they are the most trustworthy."

"Saved?" brunet lifted her eyes from her homework to look at her hellish tutor.

"Yes. The Sun Guardian candidate was accepted in the Famiglia when he was 9. He was found wandering on the streets, bruised and starving, because his family was killed on the vacation by some low-ranked Famiglia and he had nowhere to go.

The other ones, the candidates for the Storm and Lightning Guardians were accepted in the Famiglia at the young age too. Their own Famiglias didn't want them, because the Storm was the mistress' child and the Lightning was an early and unwanted child of their stupid heir.

The candidate for the Mist guardian was saved from the experiments of the Estraneo Famiglia at the age of 9, after he wiped this Famiglia from the Earth. He had hard time controlling his powers that was granted by the experiments, so he left Famiglia and become independent, but his loyalty to Vongola didn't waver.

Another candidate for the Mist and the candidate for the Rain Guardian were saved by Vongola's medics. The Mist got into the car accident and lost her eye and half of her organs. Her parents abandon her, because they didn't want to give their organs, and she was saved by another Mist who provided her with illusionary organs, until Vongola found donors for most of them.

The candidate for the Rain, was brought out from a coma he was in after he fell from the roof. His father was one of the Vongola's ally, who died on the mission some months after the accident, in attempts to get money for the hospital bills. He was in the Famiglia since he was 8.

The Cloud candidate was found by the Arcobaleno at the age of 9 here in the Japan, and was taken as the student, because of his amazing fighting skills even in such a young age. He was introduced to the Famiglia later and when I can't say that he is wholly loyal to the Vongola itself, I can say that he does feel grateful to them."

Reborn looked at his student and noticing her downcast look, almost gently boinked Leon-hummer on her head.

"But even if they are loyal to the Famiglia, they are not loyal to the Nono." continued hitman.

"Why aren't they loyal to the Grandpa?" asked confused brunet while rubbing a bruise on her head.

"They are the New generation, and they see everything in their own way, while current Vongola is still embedded in old ways. Their Boss is not Nono, but you. And when Nono will die, Vongola will need a new Boss to follow" Black eyes stared directly at her. "You are their Boss who will lead the Vongola into the New Era, and return it to the path of the Primo." His gaze even so slightly, almost unnoticeable softened. "And they will be loyal to you, because they will be your Guardians. The Guardians of the Vongola Decimo."

On the brunet's lips bloomed wide warm smile, that manage to soften the greatest hitman in the world, and her soft brown eyes looked tenderly at people in front of her.

Both the Guardians and the Arcobaleno, couldn't help but being entranced by it.

"My name is Sawada Tsunade, but you can call me Tsuna. And I'm very happy to meet you minna-san."

.Owari.