Whispers of the Wind

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I only own my OC's. The rest goes to Akira Amano.

It's been three months and counting now since I was erased from the real world and was transported here in KHR world. I learned a lot of things during the duration of my stay. First was that Papa was only the second boss of the Bovino Famiglia. So that's why Reborn said that the Bovino was only a small famiglia. They just only started three and a half decades ago. Second was the fact that the Cavallone mansion was a good sixty miles away from the Bovino mansion.

I had read that when I was roaming the mansion a week ago. I had found the library. Then I went and made my personal butler –yeah, I know. I have my OWN PERSONAL BUTLER! Too bad he's not Sebastian from Black Butler because if he was, this toddler has already died, flew to heaven, got kicked out, and lived again. But nooooo, he's not. But my personal butler is okay. He's this gentle old man named Ivo and he showed me how to make ice cream once. Anyway, I made Vecchio Ivo (vecchio means old man 'coz Vecchio Ivo is, well, an old man) get this book about the Cavallone and I when I read it I cried. BECAUSE IT'S POINTLESS TO SNEAK OUT AND VISIT DINO IF HE'S SIXTY MILES AWAY FROM ME. You could imagine the whole mansion shaking because of my crying. Because only Mamma could make me stop crying... Or candy. It should be strawberry flavored. And it should be pink. Try giving me grape candy and I'll gouge your eyeballs out, 'coz I'M NOT LAMBO. Vecchio Ivo had strawberry candy (Thank God!) and he gave it to me so that I'd stop crying. It worked.

Third thing that I learned was that I'm already three. Cue the party poppers. I'll turn four on September 10. Well, my birthday used to be on September 1. COULDN'T IT BE ON FEBRUARY 4?! SO THAT ME AND DINO WOULD HAVE A BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION TOGETHER?! Such cruel faith. So if today's June 10, there'll still be three months to go before my big day.

Also, I learned that my mother is also a hit woman. She's really cool 'coz I caught her training in the gardens with these two metal fans that had pointy edges. I remember when she came home once, her usual cream and light green dress were drenched with this red substance that we call blood. And you know what? Instead of being afraid? I interrogated my mother to why she was all bloody. That's right. I, Cecilia Bovino, three years old, loves strawberry candy and Dino Cavallone, INTERROGATED CATERINA BOVINO, the very woman who makes my father pee in pants whenever she's angry. I am soooo cool. Mamma was really surprised. But I guess I just looked so cute wearing twin pigtails that Mamma couldn't resist. That's why she told me that she was a hit woman. And she said, if I want to, she'd support me when I train to become a hit woman as well. I cried again, out of happiness and bliss this time, because I've got such a cool mom.

The fifth info that I got was that Papa had his own secret candy machine disguised as a book shelf in his office. I discovered that when I was playing hide-and-seek with him again… Ehem, it was my toddler side playing, not me. Playing hide-and-seek is for children and I'm mature now aaaand yeah… Cue blushing furiously. A-Anyway, I had been hiding behind this curtain when I tripped, causing me to accidentally hit the button to that will make the machine spit out candies. I was furious. So I had stomped out of the office, screamed to get Papa's attention, and childishly demanded to have my own candy machine installed inside my bedroom or else I'd cry so hard that only ten boxes of strawberry candy would make me calm down.

Two candy machines were installed the next day, one for assorted flavors and another one purely for my beloved strawberry candies. Hehehe… I'm an evil three year old.

When it was my fourth month here that I figured that I should be learning how to be a hit woman. I would ask Mamma to train me but I didn't fancy metal fans that much and she was out on a mission, so I made Vecchio Ivo piggy-back me to Papa's office.

"Papa!" I shrieked, running inside.

Papa looked up from his paper work and smiled his lazy smile. "Yare, yare," he chuckled, "A whirlwind came into my office named Cecilia. What is it you want principessa? Papa's quite busy right now." He pulled me up his lap before to Vecchio Ivo. "Sorry for all the trouble, Signore Ivo," he drawled.

"The signorina is quite a handful," Vecchio Ivo admitted, making me glare at him. He then chuckled. "But be assured Signore Bovino, this old man is still as energetic as a youngster!"

Papa grinned before turning to me. "Well?"

"Teach me how to assassinate pipow!" I shouted, grinning innocently. Still can't get rid of the W's.

"Pardon me?" His eye twitched and he laughed nervously. "D-Did I just hear right?"

I frowned at my father. I'm serious! Why the heck is he looking at me like I'm somebody crazy?! "Train me!" I demanded. "I want to know how to kiw pipow. Mamma kiws ow the time. I want to go on missions where I assassinate as wew. Then I'w go home ow bwoody and red."

"Y-Y-You want to learn h-how to assassinate people?!" Papa exclaimed, sweating profusely.

"I know that we have one somewhere so take me to the weapon factory," I told him. I then pointed at Vecchio Ivo who cracked a confused smile. "Or I'w force Vecchio Ivo here to take me there."

I'd read it in the library computer. I had searched 'the Bovino Famiglia's secrets'. Then some sort of password came up that only the boss of the famiglia knows, but lucky for this little toddler because I knew that Papa only had one password for everything –LAMBERTOplusCATERINAequalsCECILIA. Lame right? I know, I know. But guess what? About fifty articles popped up! I didn't read them all because the first article had already caught my eye. And, that's right, it said that we had a secret weapon factory. You know all those weapon Lambo receives from the Bovino famiglia? Those weapons came from the weapon factory! Too bad the article didn't say where it could be found aside from it being near the mansion because I was planning to check it out. You know, practice shooting bullets and throwing knives by aiming it on unsuspecting victims. And by victims I mean those rats I would see once in a while around the mansion. EEEW! Throw insects, cockroaches, worms, scorpions, or snakes at me just. Not. RATS.

Anyway, Papa gulped as he loosened his cow-print tie (Don't ask. This famiglia has a fettish for cows and cattle. Isn't Lambo enough proof?). "I-I'll talk to your Mamma first about this matter," he said nervously.

To my father's surprise, I slid down him and ran to my personal butler, jumping on Vecchio Ivo's back. "Papa won't train me so I guess you should take me to the weapon factory," I told Vecchio Ivo, making him sweat drop whilst Papa's jaw fell.

My butler chuckled nervously. "But Signorina Cecilia, your father hasn't approved yet –"

"– Do you want me to cry so that you'w taste Mamma's wrath?" I asked, smiling ever so sweetly.

Both Vecchio Ivo and Papa grimaced. My father shook his head furiously. "W-Wait, principessa!"

I turned to look at him. "Papa?"

Said mafia boss flinched. He forced out a smile. "I-I'll train you," he stammered. "B-But not today for Papa has a lot of paper work to do and I still haven't got Mamma's consent."

"Mamma towd me she'd support me if I asked to become a hit woman," I deadpanned.

Papa's jaw dropped once again. It took him a few moments to register what I said. When he was finally, he sighed, before chuckling. "Yare, yare, the principessa really is persistent –" Damn right,I am! "– I guess I really have to choice but to train you. But only on one condition." I perked up. Papa, seeing that he's got my one hundred percent attention, smirked. And I gulped. This is bad. This is really, REALLY BAD. Maybe he's going to take my candy machines back – "You need–" –Or he might take away Vecchio Ivo and make my personal butler into some sadistic, creepy, bald guy instead – "to learn–" Learn?! Learn what?! Is he gon'na make me learn how cook?! I love eating and all but please, PLEASE don't make me cook! Or else I'm gonna turn into a Bianchi Mini-Me! The food'll turn into Poison Cooking– "–how to–" How to what?! Damn this, the suspense is KILLING ME! And the smirk is too creepy! Papa stop smirking now or else I'll– "–play the violin."

I blinked. "Eh?"

"Cecilia should learn how to play the violin first!" Papa said, grinning triumphantly. "Then after your first recital, I'll train you to become a hit woman." My father chuckled. "I will even personally tour my little principessa around the factory. But it will all happen only after your, as I have said earlier, your first recital."

That did it. I cried. "MAMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"What is it about now, Lamberto?" my mother asked her husband tiredly as I ate a strawberry flavoured lollipop beside her, my cheeks still stained with tears. "I was still about two kilometers away when I heard my bambina calling for me." Yes, I am that loud. Hehe… Squalo, it seems that you have a competition when it comes to volume. Cue evil grin.

Though the mafia boss shivered visibly because of his wife, Papa maintained his composure. "Yare, yare," he mumbled, "'Tis not my fault this time."

"Oh, really?" Mamma said, an eyebrow raised (How does Mamma maintain such pretty eyebrows?). "Whose fault is it this time?"

"No one's," came my father's reply.

I blinked, looking at Mamma who's sitting to my right and at Papa who's sitting on the couch opposite to us. I frowned. "Mamma, Papa refused to train me to become a hit woman!" I piped up, my eyes gleaming ever so mischievously that only my father noticed. I smirked at him, making Papa gulp. Hehehe, our smirks were identical were after all! Because when Papa smirks, it means that he cooking something up in that Bovino brain of his that's usually up to no good.

My father's eyes widened at the small tug of my lips. He narrowed his eyes at me. My toddler side took over and I couldn't help but giggle. Papa wrinkled his nose at me before chuckling. "Yare, yare," he said in his usual lazy voice, "our little principessa has got it all wrong." He gave me a challenging look that would've made me afraid if it wasn't for his grin. It made my toddler side giggle again.

Mamma's eyebrows met when she noticed her husband and daughter's interaction. "What is it about then?" she asked, slightly confused as I stuck my tongue out at my father, Papa mimicking my action at me.

I then turned at Mamma, tilting my head. "Papa's not going to train me unwess I wearn how to pway the viowin," I told her, pouting.

"Ah, but I didn't refuse, principessa," Papa countered, making me frown. He smirked at me. "And look at Mamma. It seems like she agrees with me. Right, Caterina?"

To my complete horror, my mother nodded. "Actually, I would like you to learn to play an instrument as well, my bambina," she told me as she pulled my hair ties and started to braid my still short, curly raven hair.

"B-B-B-But–But –"

"No buts, Cecilia," Mamma said sternly, making me inhale a breath sharply. "For once I agree with your father." I just knew Papa's smirk grew wider. My lower lip quivered and I forced my eyes to water. My mother shook her head, chuckling. "You won't be able to use that look with me, bambina." With that, I scowled, crossing my arms and glaring at the ground. Mamma chuckled again. "Don't worry. I already have someone in mind who could possibly teach you. She's a good friend of mine and your father's, 'tis a great musician."

Papa's eyes widened in understanding. "Oh, you mean her?" Mamma nodded, smiling fondly. Papa chuckled. "Yare, yare, been quite a long time since we last saw her."

My mother smiled again before looking at my sulking form. "So, is it a deal, bambina?" she asked, amused.

I grumbled. "I'w find that weapon factory and steaw ow the guns and knives and you wouldn't be abwe to do anything about it!" I muttered darkly.

Mamma just chuckled. "I guess that's a yes then." She called for Vecchio Ivo to come in and take me away. "I'll call her then. Knowing her, she might arrive tomorrow."

"Come on now, Signorina," Vecchio Ivo said in his usual kind tone.

"No!" I shook my head stubbornly. "Not untiw Papa takes me to the weapon factory!"

My butler gave a questioning look at my parents. I didn't like their amused faces. Both chuckled. "Use any means necessary," they said simultaneously.

I gulped when Vecchio Ivo nodded. In a split second, I was tossed over Vecchio Ivo's shoulder. I screamed, trashing my legs and hitting my toddler fists against my butler's back. "NO! PUT ME DOWN! MAMAAAAAAAAAAA!" I screeched, making Vecchio Ivo cringe.

"Y-You don't have to shout against my ear, Signorina Cecilia," he muttered, sweat dropping.

I ignored him, still hollering. "I WANT TO KIW PEOPOW! NOT PWAY THE VIOWIN!" I yelled as the door to Papa's office slammed shut in my face.

I tossed my blankets over my head. "Go away!"

"But Signorina, your father told me to –"

"Go. Away. Right. NOW!" I snarled.

Vecchio Ivo chuckled, gently pulling the sheets away from me. "Your father told me to wake you up now," he informed as I began hyperventilating on my bed.

"It's too bright!" I exclaimed, gasping dramatically as I blindly clawed the air. "The wight is kiwing me!"

"I still haven't opened the curtains, Signorina," my butler said, chuckling once again.

I blinked. "Oh." I jolted up, rubbing an eye with the back of my fist. "Why did you wake me up this earwy then?" I looked at my alarm clock on my bedside table. It read 7:38 am. I groaned, flopping back to my bed, effectively messing it up after my butler had fixed it. "It's not even nine yet!"

"You have a visitor. She is currently conversing with Signore and Signora Bovino down stairs, waiting for you." Vecchio Ivo tried to drag me out of my bed by the ankles, for I was clinging to the head board for dear life. "It seems that the kind signora would be your music teacher from now on."

I fell, face first, on the floor. "M-M-M-Music teacher?"

My butler nodded as he fluffed my pillow. "But I never agreed to this! I said I'w find the weapon factory on my own!" I stood up, tugging hard on Vecchio Ivo's suit. "Make the teacher go away!" My butler just chuckled and patiently pushed me towards the bath room. "Take a bath now, Signorina. Feliciana will come to assist you the moment I step out of your room."

"Signorina Cecilia Bovino has arrived," Vecchio Ivo announced. "I'm going to set you down now, Signora," he added to me .

"No!" I yelled as I tightened my hold against my butler's neck, making him gag. "I don't wan'na wearn how to pway the viowin!" I hid my face behind Vecchio Ivo. "TAKE ME TO MY ROOM NOW!"

I heard two feminine voices chuckling; one belonged to my mom, the other I don't recognize. Papa sighed. "Yare, yare," he said. He plucked me from my butler's back and cradled me in his arms. "The principessa shouldn't act like that. It's for your own good after all!"

My eyes snapped open and I glared at my father. "I WAN'NA KIW A PERSON FIRST!"

"Aren't you a little too young to kill people, Signorina Bovino?" a woman's voice asked kindly, not even a hint of sarcasm dripping from her tone. I shot up, making Papa drop me. I fell on my bottom, but I was too busy staring at the woman's face for me to notice. The lady titled her head before gently helping me up to my feet. "Is there something wrong, Signorina?"

Mamma walked up to me. "Bambina, meet your new teacher," she said, placing a hand on the woman's shoulder. "Though her main instrument is the piano, she's also quite skilled in the violin. You'll be in good hands, Cecilia."

The lady smiled at me while I just continued staring in shock, jaw open wide. She chuckled, gorgeous green eyes twinkling. She tilted her head again, her silver locks falling from behind her ear. "Please take care of me then, Signorina Bovino."

This lady, this woman, this musician, this new music teacher, she's… the mother of a loud, soon-to-be stalker bomber who's favorite person is a tuna-fish –Lavina.

Author's Note: Dino's just my second favorite in the series. My main man's really Gokudera. Anyway, I just made Dino Cecilia's bias because -Toot! Toot! Toot! Spoiler Alert! Spoiler Alert! You'll know in the later chapters ;) Also, with Lavina as Cecilia's music teacher, she would be, obviously, the reason to why Gokudera and Cecilia would meet. And really, the violin is just sooo cool! Oh, and Cecilia's training would probably start after three or more chapters. I haven't actually decided what her weapon would be so I would like to ask for a favor. PLEASE REVIEW AND SUGGEST TO ME CECILIA'S POSSIBLE WEAPON! METAL FANS ARE ALREADY OUT LIKE MENTIONED IN THIS CHAPTER! Please help me on this minna-san! :)