Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, if I did I would totally started distributing Bel-In-A-Box (Fran's epic box weapon) to every single fangirl and become mother fucking rich. But sadly I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, just this story, the Oc's and the YOLO Familiga. Peace out, yo!
Warnings: This story will include the following: Oc's, cursing, slight sex implications, lewd and vulgar language, religion*, myths, Ronald McDonald*, Chuckie Cheese*, mafia, blood, violence, sexy men, sexy hitmen, and a lot of insanity. Please do not sue.
Thank you. Grazie. Xie Xie. Gracias. Merci. Tusen takk. Arigato.
ALSO DO NOTE THAT MISSPELLED WORDS WITH FRANCE'S DIALOUGE IS PURPOSELY MENT DUE TO WHAT I IMAGINE A FRENCH ACCENT MAY SOUND LIKE. THANK YOU.
Chapter 2: Mission
Death is quick and unexpected, but at least it was something we all knew was coming. It's an unspoken topic many wish to avoid, but it lingers in our minds. No one ever asks ,'How did you wish to die?". If I could answer, I would have said I never will. When we grew up, we listened to stories of beautiful winged humans who watched over us, they were called angels. Angels were kind, Mama told me, beautiful, wise, and those who guide us to God's way. As a child, I would close my eyes, clutch the wooden beads of my rosary and imagine the angels as beautiful, wise, kind and as strong as Arch Angel Miguel.
(In a way, I was kinda wrong on the kind part. Stupid Frances.)
I never truly given any thought to my death. All my life, everything went in slow motion, the days were long and lazy, so much like a dream that I even forget this is reality. Reality was like a dream. A dream that never seem never ending. Life seemed never ending.
I will never die, I announced one day when I was only 11 and as expected my family laughed at my face. 'You child?' my mother chuckled,'why one day you will die for no one could live for so long.' Hearing that I started wailing. And as expected, I was ignored until my mother got fed up with my crying and sent my elder sister the 'look'. Yolanda, big sis, sighed, got off her chair and dragged me to the living room. She sat me on the couch and turned on the television and left. My sobbing soften, as I began to watch the show with awe.
The show was beautiful.
I could tell you in exact memorization of what happened, what the character's wore, how they looked, and how it showed a little eleven year old what life can create. The winged characters who could create the miracles that changed lives. Angels who protected their child. To this day, despite my memorization of the one time show, I cannot recall the name of it. But I can tell you this one thing that stood out from the show that lingered in the back of my mind.
Why did they keep saying "sacrifice"?
Present
The pain hurt like hell.
Who knew GUCCI stiletto boots could hurt so bad?
"I thought angels were supposed to be strong, nice and wear sensible shoes," I said wincing as she tugged and tugged,"NOT WEARING FUCKING GUCCI BOOTS!?"
"Silence!" She hissed, her pretty face scrunching up in pure frustration. She let go of the transparent arms of mine, and huffed. First, she cursed in French then she cracked her knuckles and went back to tugging my soul out of my very bloody corpse. Yes, you heard that right she was LITERALLY tugging my delicate soul out of my body.
I wince again as her stiletto's dug deeper into my corpse's shoulder, drawing bits of blood. Apparently, the angel forgotten her pliers at home and had to take out my soul the old fashion way.
Ripping it out of the body.
"Once 'ore," she huffed wheezing," zen we are fin!"
"Hurry," I moaned," I think my soul is getting bruises from you man handling it."
"QUIET!" she flared.
I shut up. Then, as if she was a pregnant woman giving birth, she pulled my soul smoothly and quickly out of my body. Then she dropped me. Even as a spirit I could still feel the pain.
"GAH!" I cried clutching my head,"TU CHIENNE!"
"AH! Moi beautiful nails!" she cried in a pathetic tone," zey are..." she gasped," RUEND!"
"Fuck you!" I groaned, rubbing my sore head," Just hurry up and tell me of this Manifest Mission or whatever it is."
The angel stopped her pathetic wailing and opted for glaring at me. With a dry tone she said," I'm guessing no one will 'ire you to vork for zem?"
"Die," was all I said.
"Too late," she sneered, brushing off any offending dust she had gotten from me, she casually spoke," You have to create miracles."
I stared at her as if she just started to dance to Witch Doctor. To sum it up, I was lost.
"What?"
Rolling her eyes, she repeated her sentence with a tone one uses on an idiot. "YOU," she pointed at me," create MIRACLES." With each syllable she jabbed her finger at my face, so in return i responded with what I do best.
"SIIIIIII," I replied annoyingly. Yup, that is what i do best. Annoy the crap out of you.
"Ugh" she held her hand to her forehead," such an unruly girl. Are you sure you are not a boy?"
Ignoring that she even spoke, I stood up and stared at my hands. I was transparent. See through, invisible, but somehow solid. I looked around the ruins of what was my "home", then I looked down at the body I once occupied. Even if I was dead, I felt the wave of nausea creep upon my soul. It was horrible. Blood seeped through the cracks of the wooden floors, the body was ragged and broken, bones crushed and poking through the epidermis. My dead body. A messy corpse.
The bag of drawings lay forgotten.
"So," I looked back the angel awkward as fuck ,"My names is Grace Cruz, but call me Grace. JUST Grace. No Gracie, or Graciella, got it?"
"You shouldn't be ordering an angel, mortal," she narrowed her azure eyes at me, fire burned within them,"Especially one w'o ees in charge of tu soul."
"You will be punished if you let your anger get the best of you," I pointed out.
She fumed, but stayed silent. "I am Frances."
"Frances means France," I grinned," fitting for you, ja?"
"Oui," she sniffed," alas yours doesn't befit tu at all imp."
"Hahaha you bitch!" I laughed glaring at her. She in returned to staring at my body, which was starting to freak me out. "Er, dude stop starring your starting to freak me out!"
"Your fading," she remarked.
"WHAT?!"
I looked at my body and gasped at what I was beginning to see. The evidence of fading was starting as my legs were beginning to disappear. Panicking, I began to do what any normal person would do. Scream and freak out "WAIT?! WHY AM I FADING?!" I screeched, and proceed to hug Frances in desperation of not fading,"SAVE ME SENPAI!"
"GET OFF OF MOI, AMERICANE!" Frances rudely shoved me off of her holy self, and stared at my sobbing self in disgust." You are fading because Je 'ave yet to assign your mission!"
"M-Mission?" I sniffed, trying to regain any dignity I had left."What about the miracles you were talking about?"
"Zat ees your mission," she said dusting off the snot I left on her dress (hehe),"Ugh and zis was Chanel! Every zoul zat isn't for 'ell or 'eaven, must go under qualifications to enter 'eaven. You 'ave to take a world of your choice and create miracles in eet. A world that could be 'ave been saved for the better."
"Wha-?" she cut me off.
" Non!" she stared at my disappearing legs with a solemn look," we do NOT have time for zees! Quickly, enfant chooze your vorld! It can be anyzing!"
I shut my eyes, with heart beating so fast that it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest, and my body began to tremble like a leaf. A world. I have to choose a world that I can save. To create miracles. Though the idea was far fetched to my, it was the only (I think) way to go to la cielo. It made me feel sick, but I have to choose. Gulping down the bile that was threatening it way up, I chose my world.
"P-Please," I looked down at my body. Already my abdomen was beginning to fade, my eyes were beginning to sting, and I spoke the name I hope I could help,"Send me t-to Tsunayoshi Sawada."
"Vorld?"
A dull pain began to pound behind my head.
"Katekyo Hitman Reborn."
No one's Pov
Then a bright golden light engulfed the trembling spirit, it burned like the sun then died away taking the spirit with it. Frances sighed tiredly, rubbing her temples with annoyance gracing her face. 'Zis one will be troublesome,' she thought groaning to herself,'great just what I need. Another delinquent!'. She looked down at the corpse, just as rescuers began climbing through the rubble, and spoke with annoyance.
"Zilly, 'umans," Frances spoke, though no one could hear her,"can you not see?"
The faceless humans who left no impression on her, quickly began to throw off the piles of stone and wood off the girl's body. Trying to save a life that cannot be saved. Even after thousands of years on this world, no mortal will never understand the lesson that is taught over and over again. You can't live forever.
"She is already dead."
Author's note:
x10TIMEx- Ahaha yes! You got it right and for that a high virtual five!-high fives-. Thank you for taking interest in the story, though the beginning chapters aren't very well written, i can promise you the insanity of YOLO will make up for that!
THANK YOU TO ALL WHO ADDED THIS TO THEIR ALERTS AND FAVORITES! KISSES ON THE CHEEKS FOR EVERYONE!...BY Tsuna!
Tsuna: HIEEEE?! WHAT I DIDN'T SIGN FOR THIS!
ME: Yes now do it!
Tsuna: -kisses fans on cheeks- save me!
*Religion: There will be references from different religions and this will be explained and hopefully i won't be flamed.
*Ronald McDonald:...c=begins to start cracking up-
*Chuck E Cheese: ...-begins laughing harder-...GET ME AHAHA AN AHAHA AMBULENCE! OH GOSH IT HUUUUUURTS! AHAHAH XD
