Chapter 4: The Cradle and Tsuna

A/N: I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to update and that this chapter isn't all that good. Hopefully I'll be able to update much faster after this chapter as we are finally entering canon. And the Daily Life Arc will be split like the anime. This means that there will be no Longchamp, sorry.

Enjoy the chapter.


One year. That's how long I got with Xanxus, the only one worthy off becoming Vongola Decimo, as my dad. He had insisted that I spent the night in the Varia HQ with him and the others. The day was filled with the usual things. Dad throwing glasses and bottles at Nii-san, Mammon droning on about money, Bel throwing knifes at the servants, Levi sucking up to dad and Lu-Nee-chan talking to me about how the ideal man should be. Dad made me go to bed early that day. He told me that when I woke up, he would have a surprise waiting for me.

The place was empty of people when I woke up. Coyote Nougat, another of grandpas' guardians, came by and picked me up and drove me to the mansion. The whole place looked like a battle zone and grandpa stood outside next to the garage. He told me dad and the Varia revolted against the Vongola and that dad has been banished and put under surveillance. That's when something that had never happened before happened.

I lost my mind.

I screamed and cried not from the sadness off my dad being gone, but of anger that it was his father that did it to him. Black flames exploded out of my body, completely destroying the garage. But before I could do any real damage, chains appeared around my body, killing the flames when the Vindice appeared. A small baby covered in bandages was sitting on ones shoulder. He said that he could train me in 9 months to control my Flame of Night and if I agreed to become his student, he wouldn't put the Varia in the Vendicare prison. Grandpa tried to stop me but I didn't listen and so, 9 months of hell began.

I learned a lot during that time. I have all of the Flames of the Sky, except Sun, with Rain being the dominant one. Bermuda, the bandage baby, made sure to teach me how to control all of them. After the Vindice did some tests, they came to the conclusion that I have a rare disease that numbs most of the physical pain I feel. Something that pervert Shamal gave me with his fucking mosquitoes, I'm sure. Bermuda taught me how to enhance my physical attacks by using the Flame of Night. I also learned how to use it to warp from one place to another. Only problem is I have to see where I want the warp to lead to or I might end up in a 1%er club in Norway when I want to go to the damn bathroom.


Life didn't become any easier after those months. Grandpa tried to make up through gifts. But the time with the Vindice had made me hateful. So much, I actually managed to get kicked out of Mafia school. It might have something to do with me shooting the weapons teacher, chocking Miss Make-up and breaking the PE teachers' legs. Grandpa hired Verde, the lightning Arcobaleno, as my tutor. To say I prefer the Vindice is a fucking understatement.

I joined the Varia when I was 9. One kind of weapon I use more often than others on assassinations are hidden weapons. I also use a ballistic knife Jäger from the Vindice gave me. By using my cloud flames I can create more knife blades that I can coat with different flames, meaning that I always have ammo for it.

By the time I was 12, I had the second highest kill rate of all the Varia after Bel. I had also become so fluent in Japanese that I finally ditched the honorifics, something that made Lussuria cry to the point that I threw a bottle at him. Some family members would point out how similar to dad that I had become something that filled me with pride. I went so far that I had surgery to make my eyes red. Only problem is that some of the original brown is still there.

A few days after my 15th birthday, I was called into grandpas' office. What he told me almost made me kill him, he was lucky Iemitsu managed to threaten me with the Varia going to Vendicare if I didn't follow this mission. After two of my uncles were killed by rival families and Federico 'accidentally' fell into a tub of acid, the only legitimate heir was Iemitsus son. So grandpa has decided to sent the strongest hitman in the world, Reborn, to train him to be a mafia don and wants me to observe and offer assistance in the training.


So here I am, on a plane from Italy to Japan, with a big ass file on this Tsunayoshi. With nothing better to do, I started reading the file.

Name: Tsunayoshi "Tsuna" Sawada.

Hair: Brown.

Eyes: Brown.

After finishing with his appearance, I opened his personality file and holy shit this is going to take a while.

I spent the whole flight here reading about what a failure the brat is. If not for Bermudas' teachings, I probably would have destroyed the whole airport. Calling over a taxi, I told him where to drive to get to the apartment I'll be staying in. As the car sets into motion, I open my own file.

Name: Fiore Acerbi

Hair: Black

Eyes: Red

Personal information: Transferring to Japan from Italy. Is to repeat a year due to violent behavior. Being put in Namimori Middle School class 1-A. I closed the file after reading some more. The driver took me to my apartment and I paid him the money for the drive.

The apartment wasn't too bad. It had a white tiled kitchen, a living room with blue wallpapers, a black leather couch and a plasma TV, a study with red wallpaper, a white tiled bathroom and a bedroom decorated with black wallpaper that has the Varia symbol and a king-sized bed. I dropped all my belongings in a pile on the floor before deciding to sleep of the jetlag.


I woke up at 5 A.M because of my damn alarm clock. I made breakfast and lunch for my first day of school. After getting dressed in my uniform, I headed out for the day. Better to be early than late. Man Levi has been rubbing off on me.

After a walk around town, familiarizing myself with its layout, I arrived at the school. I opened my pocket watch and saw that I still had about 20 minutes before school starts. I really like this watch, it serves multiple functions. It tells time, it has a picture of me and dad 3 months before The Cradle and the reason it's thicker than it needs to be, a hidden gun.

Students started flooding into the school and I kept an eye open for Iemitsu's son. When he didn't arrive before it was 5 minutes left, I entered the school. I made my way to the classroom and on my way there, a scrawny boy with brown hair ran past me into the classroom.

I stood outside the classroom like Lussuria told me I should do, seeing as that what they did in anime. I gave up on pulling the skirt further down a long time ago. After what felt like forever, the teacher finally called me in. I heard most of the students start mumbling about my name. I entered the classroom and could hear most of the students gasp at the sight of me. Looking out over the class, I made some observations. Most of the boys were blushing while some had confused looks on them and almost all the girls looked jealous while 2-3 were smiling or suspicions.

"This is Fiore Acerbi-san. She transferred here from Italy. Let's make sure she feels welcome. Now Acerbi-san, how about you tell us something about yourself?" my eyes wandered the classroom while I was thinking my choices over. After a few seconds, I decided on a personality that would fit the mission.

"Like the teacher said, my name is Fiore Acerbi and I'm from Italy. Because of some… complicated circumstances I lived with my grandfather until I came here. I was homeschooled for most parts of my live so I'm not so used to schools." Most of the students looked shocked at how good my Japanese was. The teacher merely nodded his head before looking out to the class.

"I hope all of you will welcome Acerbi-san and not cause any problems for her." The teacher said the last part while looking at the brown haired kid who I figured to be Sawada and I could see him almost shrink in his seat.

The first part of the school day eventually came to an end and it was time for lunch. I took out mine and opened it to reveal a decent portion of pasta and meatballs. I took a knife and fork out of my bag and proceeded to eat and it wasn't long before a crowd had formed around me with people asking all kinds of questions.

"What's it like in Italy?"

"Do you always eat with a fork and knife?"

"Is that your natural eye color or are you using contacts?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

As soon as the last question was asked the whole class went quiet. I turned to look at whoever asked and saw a boy with spiky black hair and narrow eyes. Some of the boys were looking at him like they were ready to jump him.

"No." I answered and went back to eating. Only to be interrupted again, this time by him putting his arm on my desk and leaning on it.

"So how about I show you around and we can grab something to eat." I put my utensils down and looked right into his eyes with an unamused look on my face.

"Listen, you seem like a nice enough guy so I'm going to give you some advice. Don't bother to ask me out. You wouldn't live through it." He looked really taken back by my comment.

"Hey I'm Kensuke Mochida, captain of the school's kendo club. And I have plenty of money if you're talking about eating something expensive." I looked over his physic. And he did look like he could handle himself in a fight as long as his opponent isn't some kind of superhuman like the members of the Varia. But still, dad would kill him in a flash like he did to one kid from my old school who asked me out.

"Sorry but no deal." I said before I went back to eating and he left me alone, mostly because some of the boys pulled him away by his arms.

The rest of the school day went by without any incident and I could finally make my way home. As soon as I got home, I felt another presence. I walked into the kitchen to find Reborn drinking some coffee.

"What the fuck are you doing her Reborn?" I asked while putting on the gauntlet I got from Squalo and got ready to try and kill the hitman. He merely smiled as he put down the cup knowing that I couldn't kill him even after my training with the Vindice.

"I see that Verde was telling the truth, you really are like Xanxus." He said while looking at me with those empty eyes. "You can calm down Marina. I'm not here to fight." I snorted at that.

"Yeah right, if you don't want to fight then you wouldn't train Sawada's failure of a son. The Chiavarone idiot I can get, but someone like the idiot Sawada #2 is just stupid." He looked at me like I had grown a second head. "*Sigh* Iemitsu is idiot Sawada #1. It's something we in the Varia call him." He nodded his head and took a sip of his coffee.

"Nothing you say or do can change this Marina. I know that you're the one who gave Federico his acid bath." I couldn't resist smiling at the memory of killing that ass-kisser when he talked bad about my dad when I was 8. If I didn't know better I could have sworn I saw Reborn shiver at my smile. "Don't thing about trying any stunt like that again Marina. Remember that we have all the cards." I nodded at Reborn and he left. After eating and doing all my homework, I went to sleep.


The next day I walked to school and met up with a girl named Kyoko about half way there. When we got to the gate the same boy who had asked me out the day before came up to us and started hitting on Kyoko. Just as I was about to pull her away from him so we wouldn't be late we heard a scream getting closer. Then, Sawada landed right in front of us dressed only on his underwear and with sky flames coming out of his head. He shouted a confession to Kyoko but she simply ran into the building. After everyone else had recovered from Sawada's entrance and entered the building, Reborn came up next to me.

"Now do you see that he can become Vongola Decimo?" I turned to look at him with a glare.

"Not a chance in hell." I said and entered the school.


A/N: The chapter is finally done! Again, I'm sorry about the late update and the bad quality of the chapter. Hopefully it will be easier to write now that we're in canon.

Quote of the day: Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. Bernard M. Baruch (I couldn't think of any fun thing my friends have said. Sorry)