A/N: So I'm alive, and this turned out shorter than I expected it to be. Well, maybe it was supposed to be this short, but it still surprises me how short this is. Nonetheless, it just has something to do with itty bitty issues Mikaela has to deal with. Also, YAY! end to filler-chapters. huehe

Sorry for the long wait, by the way. I'm writing three fics at the same time, so I'm fixing a schedule on that. Plus, I'm waiting on a job. Pray that I get it.

I'm planning to make this reach 40-50 chapters. So, we're probably half-way through the end. For those who stuck with me since 2012, you guys are awesome. Not much Bel/OC, but I promise to fix that.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the OC and plot

Her forest green eyes trailed boredly at the light slipping in her room, while she tugged at her necklace, fingers playing at the ring.

A maid came in earlier, announcing breakfast.

Unfortunately, the maid wasn't informed that Mikaela liked sleeping in – especially on weekends, causing the auburnette to scare the shit out of her as she scurried away.

She had no idea how long she lay in bed, disoriented and unable to go back to sleep before she decided to get her sorry ass up. She glared at the sun outside her window, fucking sun.

Peh, nobody was informed that she liked sleeping in. She'd have to fix that.

But first, she had important matters to attend to.

Mikaela still found it hard to believe that she was a part of the most notorious (if not) group in the mafia world – even though they forcibly took her in.

She had some considerations, being that the job sounded like a good deal, and it was rare to have something like that. But she needed her end of the bargain first. That being said, she pathetically reached for a pen and paper and jolted down the first thing that came to mind.

There was a knock at the door, she didn't notice, remembering the other thing.

The knock came again, she still didn't notice.

Slowly, the doorknob twisted open, revealing a familiar brunette accompanied by a greenette.

In her hand, she held a tray with a pot of tea and a plateful of snacks.

"…I still think this is a bad idea," mumbled Flan, clinging unto the brunette's dress.

Ramona said something in turn, but fell deaf to her ears as she stared at the paper in hand. Three things were written in her sloppy penmanship. Three important things she wanted.

"Is this a bad time?" she heard the brunette ask before her, Flan behind her.

"I scared the shit out of a maid earlier who ruined my sleep because she didn't get the memo that I sleep in on weekends." Tossing the paper on her sheets, she leaned back on her headboard and met the brunette's gaze. "I could do the same to you if only the brat weren't here."

Flan threw stuck out his tongue at her. Mikaela flipped at the greenette.

Ramona broke into a nervous laugh at their exchange, setting the tray on her bedside. "Don't worry, I've had my fair share of near death experiences in the past." She shared, pouring some tea, adding some sugar, and honey into it. "I could say I'm rather lucky."

Mikaela rolled her eyes. "You're no exception."

The brunette laughed lightly, but said nothing more, handing out her a cup of tea instead.

"That better not be peppermint." She said in disgust, taking the cup and staring at the liquid.

"I hate peppermint too," Ramona replied, taking a sip of her own tea. "but don't worry, it's Jasmine. I put some honey and sugar." Pushing back her glasses with her pinky, she then took the plate and handed them to her. Mikaela glared at the plate, then at her. "I didn't see you at breakfast." Ramona said simply, kindly. It irked her, how motherly she was.

Ramona Pietro was supposed to be her personal doctor, and nothing else. But the woman turned out to be full of surprises, strangely becoming her – dare she say – friend.

She was weird.

Their relationship was weird.

Nevertheless, she took a cookie.

Right after her breakfast with Ramona and Flan, she immediately went for Xanxus. To some, it seemed like a death wish, personally seeking the boss. But she was doing it for business, plus, he didn't scare her one bit.

When she saw the doors to his office, she didn't hesitate to knock and just waltzed in, walking in a meeting with the whole Varia. Excellent.

"What. The. Fuck."

"Voiiiiii!?"

"Ah, good morning Mika-chan!"

"Shishishishi, does pauper have a death wish?"

Ignoring the rest of the member's reactions, she continued to walk until she stood at the edge of the table opposite of the boss', addressing him with just her gaze.

"I demand a few things." Mikaela said folding her hands behind her, not breaking contact with Xanxus.

He raised a brow, seemingly interested.

Taking his silence, she began to lay out her conditions without as much as batting her eyes.

"First of all, the Lambardi familgia." That earned her another set of raised brows from the Storm and Rain guardians, and the attention of the rest of the guardians. "They need to be wiped out."

"Shishishi," snickered Belpheor, getting a thrill from her. "and why is that? Aside from their already obvious name in the familgia?"

Sparing him a glance, she said simply. "In case you haven't noticed, that Lambardi familgia plays a painful role in my ass just as it does to the rest of the familgias in the mafia, not that I give a fuck about. Bottom line is, they need to b"

"So why 'wipe them out'?" interjected Squalo, leaning against his palm. "This sounds like a personal business here. What good will it do for us?"

"Trust me, this is more than a bone I want to pick with them. It'll be a win-win. They're better off gone." She said with a smirk, a deadly smirk. And it was enough to earn their yes on this. Besides, the Lambardi were a headache really.

"Lastly," her face tightened, darkened even. "I need you to find someone for me."

"Oh?" Belphegor quirks.

"Victorina Oderra," she said coolly.

Squalo's brows furrowed at that, as did Belphegor's and Levi's. If they perfectly remembered, that was the name of her birth mother.

"She's either long dead or-"

"I don't care." she cut Lussuria off. "I just want an assurance that when her name comes up, I get to settle things with her."

"What's so special about this hag, shishi?"

"None of your business." She said through gritted teeth, clenching her fists painfully.

There was an edge in that sentence, bordering again to another of her 'bone to pick'. Then again, the conditions she laid out were personal.

"And let's just make things clear: nobody kills the bitch but me."

Women were terrifying creatures, their grudges know no end. Belphegor thought.

"Those are my conditions." She said, eyes on Xanxus.

The Varia boss all but leaned lazily against his seat, resting his cheek against his knuckles.

Silence filled in, thickening the suspense.

The guardians waited in anticipation for their boss' and the newbie's banter, it was no question that they rather enjoyed it. It was entertaining and refreshing.

After a while, the corner of his mouth lifted while an amused chortle escaped his mouth. "Your end of the bargain?" says Xanxus.

"Yes." She responded quickly.

Xanxus smirked. "You do realize that you'll be tied to us until we can fulfill these conditions of yours?"

Her gaze unwavered. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"And it takes years for your conditions to come?"

"I am aware of that."

He snickered. "Then it's gonna be a helluva of a while."

He was riling with her, she knew it. The glint in his eyes says it all. He was testing her, because she knew he liked her temper, the bloodthirsty look in her eyes. That was what made a guardian of Varia, the bloodlust.

She half-smirked. "Don't worry, I promise to not kill you in the long run."

That earned a bark of laughter from the boss, a smirk from the rest of the guardians.

"Don't push it, trash."

It was official, Mikaela Bartolomeo was Varia's Cloud guardian.