Kyoya was nine when she first went to Italy to be officially inducted as heir to her mother's ridiculously wealthy, semi-illegal family.

Both her parents and herself had taken the private jet - which she hadn't known they had - and flew them all across the ocean.

"Welcome back Mistress Salvadore and her honored daughter," A suave looking gentleman bowed as he ushered them into a limo and it didn't escape her notice that her father had been ignored. "the heads of the house await you back at the manor."

Quirking a brow up at her father who rolled his eyes in response, Kyoya immediately knew that her mother's folks weren't the biggest fans of her father.

She smirked, this was going to be such fun.

Upon reaching the manor - and she used that term lightly because it was more of a castle really - they were immediately escorted into a large room with two figures seated on a veranda.

"Mr. and Mrs. Salvadore, your daughter and her daughter have arrived." The footman announced and Kyoya twitched at the blatant rudeness being directed toward her father.

Glaring at the suited monkey who quivered under her gaze, she grinned and only relented when she felt Kyoya Sr. touch her shoulder. But the grip on her arm wasn't to tell her to stop terrorizing the man, it was to commend her on the progress she was making with the infamous Hibari glare. Both Kyoyas smirked as the man speed walked pass the double doors, and Kyoya was left to bask in the joys of child-parent bonding.

"O mia bambina! E 'così bello vederti!(1)" An aging but beautiful golden haired woman with grey eyes cooed as she wrapped her arms around the slim frame of her mother.

"Si si, madre. E 'molto bello vedere anche voi.(2)" She answered smiling happily before gesturing to her small daughter.

"E questo è il mio bambina Kyoya Venzia Salvadore Hibari.(4)" She introduced and Kyoya stepped forward.

"Ciao signora, come stai?(5)" She said politely with a proper bow, plastering a soft genial smile on her face and inwardly she was pleased with her acting skills.

"Oh and she knows Italiano! You've raised her well." She smiled, switching to accented English as she bent down and tipped Kyoya's face towards hers. "And she has our grigio colored occhi, molto buono!(6)".

Kyoya blinked because she had been under the assumption that she had inherited her father's eye color but eh who's really to say. Both of her parents were were grey eyed.

"Piccola I am your Nonna Adeline," The woman introduced with a clap of her hands. "but please call me grandmother."

"Of course grandmother." Kyoya conceded politely and seemingly reaching a conclusion, the older blonde woman nodded.

"Come you must meet your grandfather, I think he will be very pleased." She hummed, grabbing Kyoya's smaller hand in hers and behind her she heard two sounds of relief and she rolled her eyes.

What? Did her parents think Kyoya would make the older woman not like her? Where was the trust?

Following the cheerfully chattering woman she met gazes with the man sitting in the chair and could only think her grandfather had aged very well. He was a handsome Italian man with dark hair and blue eyes. The same blue she could sometimes see in her own storm cloud eyes.

Bowing again she recited her earlier greeting only to get a butter knife thrown at her head. Canting it to the side quickly she stared at him in confusion before immediately blanking her features, and shifting almost imperceptibly into a ready position.

The man gave a smirk and a nod.

"Good, so you have been trained." He surmised with a hum. "That makes my job a little less difficult, it wouldn't do to have a weak prospect, now would it?"

"That certainly wouldn't have been for the best," The golden haired matriarch said. "we would have to start all from scratch. It seems that man is good for something."

Narrowing her eyes she scowled at her grandmother, internally refusing to listen to anyone badmouth her father. This was going to stop now.

"You besmirch the name of Hibari, you besmirch the name of Salvadore." She said coldly, fuming at the amused look her supposed grandfather sent at her outburst. She only glared harder and her grandmother was forced to step in as a mediator before Kyoya attempted to disembowel the man.

"Now now dear Giovanni be civil, we wouldn't want to start off on the wrong foot with our new heir and granddaughter, dovremmo?(7)"

Tearing her attention from her dear grandpa Gio, she looked at her grandmother with a raised brow.

Heir? As in successor?

As in her?

But she was already the cloud guardian, was she even allowed to manage these two positions?

Kyoya wasn't going to lie, it would be very beneficial to be the scion of her grandparents semi-illegal business. There was no doubt that her mother's family associated with Mafioso but they were not exactly Mafia themselves. They were a widespread worldwide corporation that manufactured things from weapons to clotheslines and everything in between. It was a very lucrative practice.

Wariness tingled up her spine because hell, they wanted to give her a multi-billion dollar franchise. But there was just one question she needed to be answered before she accepted anything.

What exactly did they want in return?

"I see you're suspicious as you reasonably should be," Her grandmother said. "but not of us anymore, seeing as we have chosen you."

Her eyes narrowed in completion. That was a nice spiel and all but-

"That doesn't tell me what you want." She said, her voice even. She was not going to accept anything from anyone without knowing the consequences, especially from family she was just now meeting.

"Well dear," Her grandmother said with a certain delicacy. "I don't think right now would be the best time to tell you-"

"Have a minimum of three children with an outstanding pedigree by the age of 23, no later than 26, and if possible snag an influential husband. Although it is not needed, I suppose it is recommended." He grandfather cut in sounding absolutely bored. "The Salvadore line cannot end with you."

Hibari stilled and tensed, taken back by the bluntness of the statement. This man obviously didn't cut corners, geez she was only - physically - nine.

"Giovanni! Have more tact than that!" The blonde woman rebuked, smacking her husband upside the head. "She's only nove anni!(8)"

"She's a Salvadore! She's old enough to understan-OW! Goddammit woman, cease your smacking!" Her grandpa swore, raising his arms to protect his head from her attacks.

"Well if you didn't have the grace of a bull then maybe I wouldn't have to hit you." She huffed as Hibari inwardly smiled, they were so much like her own parents.

Breaking up their bickering match she gave her decision. "I'll do it."

Four pairs of eyes locked onto her.

"I'll do it." She agreed, repeating herself. This was too important a deal to give up, besides she had always wanted children.

"Buono!" Her grandma chirped snapping one hand at an attendant and a stack of papers were set into her hands.

"Just sign the contract and it'll be final!"

Taking up the pen, she read it through, found the terms agreeable and wrote her name along all the necessary line.

In a few years she'll be owner of Salvadore Inc., a Vongola guardian, and the Hibari family head. Wasn't she just a busy, busy girl?

Next she had gone to Sicily and met with the Ilonzgio family, a relatively new but influential organization to see about any future trade. Her family did own several corporations on her father's side, albeit smaller than the one's on her mom's side and much more illegal.

Kyoya observed the distinct kind of politics associated with this business with an alarming attentiveness and was pleased when she could understand it.

Her parents taught her well.

Kyoya was ten when she officially met the Sasagawa's and Hana, and surprisingly forming a tentative association with the three strangers.

Although it was during several separate occasions, all the meetings fell into place because of a single event: meeting Kyoko.

Kyoya had been keeping a lookout on Namimori as one should be when she saw the girl turn into a dimly lit alleyway. Kyoko was obviously intending to exit the other side as a shortcut when a trio of boys around their age approached her from behind.

Rolling her eyes she jumped from ledge to ledge - it took a lot of trial and error before she could perfect that little trick - until she was stationed above them.

Just as Kyoya was about to interfere the lead boy grabbed her shoulder and the most shocking thing happened.

Watching Kyoko expertly flipped the boy over her shoulder with an instinctive precision was the most refreshing thing she had seen all week.

Kyoya observed the honey haired girl swinging her bag in a tight circle to clock the nearest thug in the face and her foot fling back to connect solidly with the crotch of the remaining one, and the Hibari female laughed.

Vacantly she wondered what exactly was in that bag of her's to knock the teeth out of thug number two as she watched a thin puddle of red spread across the floor. Leaping down from her perch she mule kicked the rising delinquent in the jaw and he fell flat. Staring for a few seconds Kyoya chuckled, it figured that Ryohei wouldn't leave his baby sister defenseless. The girl was too much of a bait piece to leave without a failsafe.

"Herbivore hurry up and head home, it's late." She said, urging her along.

Kyoya couldn't babysit her all day, other people needed her particular expertise of violence. Ass kicking waited for no one but her.

Kyoko slowly blinked few times before she smiled and from behind the girl, a backdrop of roses fell. Momentarily blinded Kyoya swore she would learn how to do that, it was a worthy skill.

"Mou, thank you for saving me Protector-san. I'm Sasagawa Kyoko, pleased to meet you." She bowed and Kyoya internally sweat dropped.

"Hibari...Kyoya." She answered cautiously. Did this girl really go around giving out her name so easily? Geez no wonder people perved on her, she must get targeted by so many creepers.

Deciding not to go there she 'hn-ed' and watched her go, following silently from the rooftops. Kyoya had already interfered, might as well stalk her home and make sure she didn't get into anymore trouble.

The next interaction came rather out of the blue because not many people sought her out.

Kurokawa Hana was probably the calmest and simplest acquaintance of them all.

Having heard about the fabled 'Protector-sama' from Kyoko and the girl knew just who to thank.

"So you saw Kyoko 'respond' huh?" She said standing under Kyoya's sakura tree, waking her up from her nap. "Ryohei-baka and her parents had her conditioned to attack perpetrators when touched in 'no-no' zones."

Cracking open an eye she looked at Hana before giving a curt nod.

"And you took care of the slack?"

"Affirmative."

Seemingly satisfied Hana turned on her heel and re-entered the school.

"I heard you like omelette, I'll make you some out of gratitude." She called back towards her and Kyoya smirked. The fastest way to her heart was through her stomach and Kyoya was feeling a bit peckish.

And last but not least was Ryohei.

The loud, brash boy with infinite energy came bursting into her classroom one day, causing Tsuna to drive under the table and Yamamoto to stare rather imposingly at the interloper.

"HIBARI KYOYA," He shouted with fire in his eyes. "I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL TO THE EXTREME!"

Silence blanketed the room as people stared at Ryohei like he was insane for challenging a monster like herself. Tsuna had risen from his hiding place and came closer to Kyoya's side out of concern.

"Haha, duel?" Yamamoto smiled, and Kyoya internally blanched at the dark look of it. Attempting to placate the situation she stood and placed one hand on the future rain guardians arm.

She didn't want them starting off on the wrong foot.

"It's fine I accept." This was the second duel she had to take part of, she couldn't catch a break.

"Haha cool then! Do it for the win Hibari!" Yamamoto cheering hugging her close and she scowled. Touchy bastard!

"Be c-careful." Tsuna whispered, face shining with concern and she found his sky-like compassion touching, in a novel sort of way.

"Of course." She answered to the both of them. "You can make sure for yourselves when you come to watch."

Facing Ryohei she gave her terms. "After school at four. Meet me out front and we'll have the duel at the boxing club."

Now in hindsight having the fight at the boxing club wasn't her brightest idea since they were all idiots.

Stepping into the ring she immediately slipped into her Bo staff form. The closest thing to a boxer she had fought was Tetsuya and she had familiarized herself with his style quite nicely.

"LET'S FIGHT TO THE EXTREME!" Ryohei shouted as he rushed forward.

He was a tad bit slower than Tetsuya but damn did he pack a punch. Catching his hit with the middle of her weapon she could feel the vibrations filtering through the metal as she resisted and she shot him an awed look.

Well damn, this kid was a different of monster!

Whipping her staff to the side she viciously attacked through his guard, her fluid style too different from his more rigid one for him to comprehend.

Catching a thrown punch in both hands - forcing her to drop her staff - she smirked and flipped him over her shoulder.

It was true that he was a different breed but so was Kyoya.

Watching the white haired boy rise because it couldn't have been over so soon, she deadpanned at the flames in his eyes.

Apparently she had miscalculated.

Damn.

"YOU'RE THE FIRST PERSON EVER TO FLIP ME! JOIN MY BOXING CLUB HIBARI!"

Deadpanning Kyoya rolled her eyes. Well, that was a waste of time.

Reassembling her tonfa she gave the boy a hit to the stomach before brushing the hair out of her eyes.

"No herbivore now stop crowding me."

"YOU'RE THE FIRST PERSON TO MAKE ME BLEED, JOIN MY BOXING CLUB HIBARI!"

"Haha, you won! Good job!"

"A-are you okay?"

"Hn."

1- Oh my child! It's so good to see you!

2- Yes, yes, mother. Its very good to see you too.

3- And this is my child

4- hello ma'am how are you?

5- Grey colored eyes...Very good

6- would we?

7- nine years old

Edit: 9/20/16