Warnings: Rated T for themes and language. I will be using both manga and anime b/c I like parts of both plots. And errors in grammar, spelling, etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn anything, but I hope to bring my OC into the world of KHR.

Italicized words = I use them to emphasize, when there is a different language, and when the characters are thinking. If it gets confusing - sorry.

Thank you to ALL YOU READERS who have favorited, followed, and reviewed this story! \(^u^)/ It makes my day when I'm notified of a new follower/favoriter and I'm eager to read any and all reviews I get.

Special thanks to merendinoemiliano, Megi Keishii, Crystal Blue Butterfly, LyriaHart and CassieInTheDark for reviewing the last chapter!

What's been taking me so long was deciding what should happen when Nade, Basil, and Squalo meet. Should they be separate from Tsuna's group? How does Nade affect the scene? Should I introduce her chosen weapon yet? How does Basil address Nade since he calls Tsuna 'Sawada-dono' kind of meaning Lord Sawada? Should she receive her ring? Etc. etc. etc.

To CassieInTheDark: I was considering chakrams for soooooo long and thought I had decided on another weapon (a 3-section staff), but then you've got me thinking of it again (=o=) and I'm pretty sure I will go that direction so kudos to you. Thanks for your suggestions!

Hope you like my decisions!

*WARNING* some cursing from our wonderful Varia. I'm sorry…. (=_=)


"EEEEHHHH?!"

What's got Tsu-nii's panties in a twist this time? She wondered as she finished changing into her uniform. The Namimori Fall uniform consisted of the typical long-sleeved white blouse, a plain navy sweater (vest, button-up, or cardigan), and a dark brown khaki skirt. The whole look was pulled together with a red bowtie. She felt like it was an oversized button-up sweater kind of day then slipped on her Disciplinary Committee armband.

Nadeshiko finished her braids as she sauntered down the stairs to join the rest of the family.

"He's finally been found?!" her brother screeched.

"Who's finally been found?" she asked. She was momentarily stunned by the buffet their mother cooked and was determined to add to with more dishes.

"Tou-san, Nade! Kaa-chan said he disappeared when we were little and now she's saying he's coming back!" Her brother looked like he was about to tear out all his hair at any moment.

"Goodness, Tsuna! You honestly thought he disappeared? Who do you think pays for your school and food?" stated their mother.

The realization of our father's survival shocked her brother more than it should have. If our idiot Papa hadn't told Mama to tell us he disappeared and 'became one with the stars' then Tsu-nii wouldn't have believed we were fatherless. I hoped that Tsuna would have caught on at some point, but this just goes to show how gullible he still is. Oh, Nii-chan. She truly felt like shaking her head at the situation but - barely - refrained.

She leaned in with her brother as their mother showed them the postcard their father recently sent. A short message written in a thick black marker - Be back soon. Dad. - was plastered over an arctic scenery of icebergs and penguins. Stupid Papa, it's like he's not even trying to make it believable.

She grabbed a few morsels from the buffet and their school bags and dragged Tsuna out of the house to meet up with his friends on the way to school.


"Nade, how can you be so calm about this? Tou-san's been gone for two years and all that time I thought he was dead and now he's just coming back from working from who knows where!"

"Tsu-nii, I knew Papa was still alive," before he could interrupt her she continued, "but I shouldn't have been the one to tell you this. Papa should have. Or at least Mama, but you know how she is about Papa. The morning after Reborn showed up I even asked him if Papa had anything to do with the mafia."

She noticed the moment he comprehended her last statement. "Then-"

"He's part of the mafia. I don't know how exactly, but it's more than just a Vongola blood connection to the Primo. He works for the Vongola family. If you remembered, Papa's construction job is under a company called Vongola. It's obvious he hasn't told Mama yet. When he's back, I wanted to ask him to come clean to her about this because our family should have never been left in the dark about the mafia."

"Eh? But it's not safe if she knows! It's-"

"It'll still be dangerous whether or not she knows!" she yelled. "Do you know how much danger we're in just being related to someone in the mafia? I don't, but I bet an assassin wouldn't care if we're civilians or not if they wanted to hurt Papa. And what if he actually did die? We would have had no idea how or why or when. Would they have sent someone like they do for soldiers who've died overseas or would they have just kept supplying Mama money for school and food until we both became adults without telling us anything? Only now did I even hear she keeps in contact with him, but that doesn't change how dangerous being related to someone in the mafia is and not knowing the truth."

She only noticed her tears when her brother gently cradled her head into his chest and they soaked his chest. "I understand, Nade. You're right. Kaa-chan should know and Tou-san should be the one to tell her. I'm just worried. I don't want to be the Vongola Juudaime, and I wish you didn't have to be a part of this too, yet Reborn is determined to make me the successor."

She backed up from him after a final squeeze of thanks. "You'd be a wonderful boss, Tsu-nii. Don't doubt that." His answering grimace made her giggle.


A little while later, Gokudera and Yamamoto joined up with the siblings. Tsuna regaled them with the news of their absent father returning after two years. Neither Nadeshiko nor Tsuna felt much joy at his pending return especially after the talk they just had.

As expected, Gokudera was excited to greet his juudaime's father.

"Hey, why don't we hang out somewhere now?" proposed Yamamoto.

For once, the silver-haired bomber seemed to agree, "Nice, baseball nerd, let's do it! It's better not to think about family stuff too much. My house is way more messed up!" That's one hell of a thing to say with a smile, thought the brunette.

"What do you think, Nade-chan?" Yamamoto asked the blonde Sawada sibling.

Hmm, I've never skipped school before - in this life or in the Before - so why not? Maybe I can check out the art store at some point for some more supplies. "Sure!"

She belatedly registered a problem as Yamamoto called some more to join their little posse.

Kyoya will kill her for skipping.


After the second time Lambo - who somehow tagged along when Yamamoto called everyone - snuck away to create chaos, Nadeshiko decided to branch off to that store she was thinking about. With a last glance at Futa enjoying the arcade with Yamamoto and her brother wrangling the wayward cow, she snuck away.

She was only walking for probably fifteen minutes when a body flew in her path and crashed into the ground before her.

As the dust cleared, she could see that the person had blonde hair like her, though a couple shades darker, with long bangs and a layered cut that ended just above the shoulders. He, at least she assumed he was a he based on his attire, groaned in pain beneath the rubble of the building he crashed into. Fallen not too far from his form, was a triangular blade.

Was this another test of Reborn's?

Removing what debris she could from his body she crouched slightly over him, cradled his head in her hands and tapped his cheek a couple of times. He looks like he's Tsuna's age, she mused. "Excuse me, Stranger-san, but please wake up. Based on how you arrived, I don't think you're out of trouble just yet," she urged. The boy grimaced, his face scrunching up before a blue eye opened to meet her own.


Forgive thee, Master. As your disciple, I am ashamed for I was unable to lose Squalo before arriving in Giappone. I shalt devote myself till thy last breath to finding thine family and Reborn-san to deliver the rings.

The pressure on his chest disappeared and a soft voice called the young CEDEF member to awaken. Basil knew he had to get up. He couldn't let an innocent get involved in his fight for the Varia were merciless.

He pried one eye open and gazed into warm amber pools framed by a halo of golden hair and nestled in the face of a fair maiden. Belatedly he realized who she was.

"Nadeshiko no kimi!" he said in surprise.

"No kimi?" she asked bewildered.

"Thou must flee!" Thou? "My humblest apologies, I was followed. My name is Basil and I was sent here to deliver something from my Master. I have placed thee in great peril. I beseech thee, take these and find Reborn-san and Sawada-dono whilst I distract Squalo." He shoved a small ornate black and gold box into her arms and stood in front of her with his weapon clenched tightly in his hand. A bright blue flame blazed on his forehead, not unlike the way Tsuna's Sky flames would.

Rain, she noted.

"VOI! Enough running, trash, and start talking, or I'll make sure you're limbless before I kill you!" A man with long silver hair dressed in a black leather trench coat, pants, and boots. Nadeshiko noticed that he didn't hold the sword in his hand. It was as if the blade was strapped along his forearm. She could see the perks of having both hands free in a fight.

The boy shifted to hide her behind him as much as he could now that the rings were in her hands.

Nadeshiko silently gauged what was happening. This boy - Basil - a Rain flame user, was somehow related to the mafia since he knew Reborn was here training Tsuna. He must have had some mission to deliver this box to them for some reason and the silver-haired man was either after him, the box, information or all of the above.

He said to run while he held him off, but she could see how exhausted he was. His jeans and black blazer were ripped and scuffed and the white button-up and red t-shirt he wore beneath it was stained with dirt and blood. She didn't think she'd get an opportunity anyway. His opponent looked ruthless.

"RUN!" he cried as he blocked swing after swing from his attacker. However, his plea brought the man's attention to the girl and from the girl to the box in her hands.

"You piece of trash, you think you could hold me off, HUH?! You think I'd let that scum run off with that! VOI!" With a hard slash, he knocked her defender out of way and went to attack her.

He didn't expect her to fight back.


*BOOM*BOOM*

"W-What?" Tsuna and his friends were taking a break and eating snacks when explosions suddenly happened around them.

"Tsuna-kun, oh no, look!" The brunette turned to his crush who was pointing toward the smoke. As it cleared a familiar head of blonde accompanied by her familiar purple enflamed wings was weaving and dodging attacks from a man with long silver hair.

"NADE?!" He had never seen her move as fast as she was now. Well, he'd never seen her fighting for her life before as well.

"Tch, you little bitch, I'll slice you to pieces and make this place your grave if you don't hand them over!"

Nadeshiko scoffed at his threat, "Sure you will. Just like you said you would a few minutes ago and lo and behold, I'm still here with all four limbs, old man."

Eeek! Don't taunt someone trying to kill you, Nade!, Tsuna shrieked internally.

"VOI! What even is your relationship with the kid? Are you really willing to give up your life for that pathetic scum?"

"No comment and my reasons are my own. I should be the one asking why an old man like yourself seems to find it okay to attack a couple of kids."

"If that's how you're going to be then fine. I'll get you to spill everything soon enough, though whether that's before or after I spill your guts, who KNOWS!" The long-haired man slashed horizontally at her stomach, Nadeshiko blocking with her wings just in time but was knocked toward the others from the force of his attack.

"Nade!/Nade-chan!/Nadeshiko-sama!/Nade-nee!" Yamamoto caught her midair and placed her beside her brother.

"Nade, are you alright? What's going on?"

"Well, I'm being chased by that long-haired old man there because some other guy who speaks like he's in the 17th century handed me this box - which I don't even know what's in it - and they're definitely related to the mafia because the guy who gave this to me said to get it to you and Reborn-san."

That doesn't even make sense, he deadpanned.

"Voi, are you with that trash? If so, I'll slice you up as well!" Before the swordsman could advance toward the siblings, bombs rained above him as Yamamoto and Gokudera took their positions in front of them.

"Lay a hand on Juudaime and Nadeshiko-sama and I won't let you go free," warned the bomber as he armed himself with his dynamites.

"That's right. We'll be your opponents!" added Yamamoto, his baseball bat turned katana perched on his shoulders.

"Nadeshiko no kimi!"

"Oh, he's finally caught up," she remarks.

"He?"

"He's the one who gave me the box. His name's Basil."

"No kimi?" Tsuna looked to his sister who had a resigned expression on her face. He knew he regularly had on just like it because of Reborn's antics.

"Don't ask. He calls you Sawada-dono, and says 'thou' and stuff," she shrugged.

These brats are weak. Completely untrained. They're naive if they think that a civilian scum can become the boss of Vongola - the strongest Mafia Famiglia. He stepped over the body of the fallen swordsman and the Hurricane Bomb. Slow. Fucking worthless.

"RAWR!" This trash is supposed to be the Tenth?! He absorbed the teen's punch and hurled him into the nearby building.

The Sky flame on the forehead was a clear tell of why the CEDEF kid was sent to Japan and confirmed the rumor they heard in Italy. The brat was related to that bastard Iemitsu - the only one left with a blood relation to the Vongola Primo - the Young Lion of the Vongola. A civilian was chosen to become the heir when his boss was the rightful successor - he was born and raised to become the Tenth.

But this kid is a fucking wuss.

"TSUNA!" He had to jump back to avoid the thorned vines that sprouted from the ground where he stood. The bitch was a pain in the Varia assassin's side - Fucking Mists. This is why I'd rather bribe Mammon than deal with their bullshit. The girl was no doubt the brats sister and daughter of the CEDEF leader. Her blonde hair and amber eye color were no different from the mafioso's.

But she was a Mist.

Whether or not she had other flames was a thought for another time. Right now, she was a pest and was the reason he still hadn't gotten his hands on the rings. He idly admired her abilities though. While she did dodge, she didn't run. She fought back using those wings of hers and lasted longer than the wanna-be-heir's likely guardians.

Perhaps she could be trained to Varia quality, but unlike Bel at her age, she didn't have the killer's aura - and was obviously on the brat's side.

Again, a thought for another time.


"You're just like always, Superbi Squalo. Fighting against kids. You should be ashamed."

At the appearance of the Cavallone Boss, Nadeshiko was only glad he brought his men with him since it meant he wouldn't be useless this time. She allowed herself to relax her guard just a bit after seeing the swordsman reconsider his attack because of the Bronco.

She shouldn't have.

A harsh tug on her braid made her aware that the swordsman wasn't just going to leave quietly as he said. His hand clutched her hair tightly, pulling her head back to expose her neck to his sword.

"Let her go, Squalo!"

"Nade!" Her brother once again in his Dying Will Mode the moment the man he deemed a threat reached for his sister.

Before Nadeshiko could retaliate herself, Squalo released a barrage of missiles from his sword distracting everyone and obscuring their forms.

"Voi, I'll be taking those now."

That was the last thing she remembered before pain.

"Nade! Tsuna!" yelled Dino.

From what he could see, the future Vongola Juudaime was alive, but what concerned the Cavallone boss was the figure bleeding out on the cement.

"Bronco! I'll spare their lives out of respect for you, but I'll be taking these! VOI!" With a laugh and farewell, the Varia assassin escaped.

"The Vongola Rings!" cried Basil. He passed out beside Nadeshiko as the last of his energy left him.

"Reborn, where were you?! Why didn't you help?! Now Nade's -" berated the hitman.

"I'm not allowed to attack him," said the hitman. A regretful tone clearly heard in his voice.

What does he mean he's not allowed?! "W-Why not?"

"Because...he's part of the Vongola Family too."

"Tsuna," called Dino, "We'll talk about this later. We need to take care of your sister and Basil."

Tsuna thought that the worst that'd be happening that day was the return of their absentee father, but seeing his sister bleeding out after being attacked by a member of the Family he was told he was supposed to one day lead made it clearer than ever that this Mafia business was too dangerous.

His friends and family were hurt.

Again.

He wanted nothing to do with the Mafia.


"Mmph. Ugh."

"Good morning, Hime-chan. It's a wonder why we keep meeting here."

"Urgh, Shamal-sensei? What happened?" The doctor recapped the going ons - the Varia, the Vongola Rings, Tsuna's role and his guardians, and that they had ten days to prepare for the Varia's return once they realized the rings Squalo brought back were actually fake.

"I've pretty much figured out who most of Tsu-nii's guardians are," Gokudera-san - Storm, Yamamoto-san - Rain, Sasagawa-san - Sun, "but who are his Lightning, Cloud, and Mist guardians? I don't have a ring, so I assume the Cloud and Mist guardian isn't me."

"And you're right. His Cloud is Kyoya Hibari -" Pff, poor Nii-chan. "-his Lightning is that cow kid, Lambo Bovino, and I don't know who was chosen as his Mist guardian," explained Shamal.

"Lambo-kun?" But he's too young. The older Mist user observed the somber expression on the younger's face. She sighed. "Is there any way I can help? Did Reborn task me with anything?"

"Not that I know of. I've got the oh so enjoyable job of tutoring Hayato - that bratty kid - but I won't until he realizes what's important."

"You mean his life?" She could see the surprise in the doctor's eyes. "Gokudera-san is the type to dedicate all of himself to something - in this case, Tsuna. He goes full-on puppy mode when it comes to my Nii-chan and all-out hostile against anything else. I'm sure he's working himself to the bone to be worthy of being Tsuna's Storm Guardian."

This time he was the one to sigh, "If only you were my student, then I'd have a smart and cute little disciple."

Never gonna happen, you perverted old man, she jested internally.


Using her birthday gift to Tsuna, Nadeshiko found out that he was taken to a remote mountain to train with Basil by Reborn. Her brother was being run ragged by the infant, and Basil's obliviousness and eagerness were not unlike Yamamoto's in that it was equally frustrating to be around at times.

She knew it'd make him stronger, in the end, so she wished him good luck to his dismay.

Before he could beg for her to help him escape, Reborn knocked him back into the fight, therefore disrupting their flame connection.

She mentally patted herself on the back. The cuffs she made were better than any cell phone and only flame users could use it as more than a stylish accessory.

She figured she would visit Kyoya at some point, but likely when the last days were approaching since she reckoned he'd be training with some unfortunate tutor Reborn chose for him and absolutely wasn't willing to be a practice dummy for her violent friend.


In a moment that cost the Cavallone boss a hit to the face, he sneezed.


So here she was, wandering - as all clouds do - around Namimori's shopping district. Just as she was about to pass a darkened shop that in all appearances looked closed, the light flickered on.

Kawahira's Emporium? Eh, she had nothing better to do till her wounds stopped aching, and entered the shop. What she was faced with was a mish-mash of craft supplies, jewelry, antiques, snacks, and - to her disbelief - weapons!

"Welcome to Kawahira's Emporium, the place where you can find what you need before you even know you need it!" greeted a pale white-haired man with round glasses. She gave the man a nod of acknowledgment and a smile then turned to browse through the knick-knacks.

Somehow she found herself in front of the weapons. I did think it'd be a good idea to get an actual weapon so I wouldn't be weaponless when I can't use my flames.

But there were so many choices.

She didn't see herself as a swordswoman nor one who used guns. The staff and naginata called to her but she didn't like how unwieldy it was. Bringing it around seemed like it'd be way more trouble than it was worth. She was about to give up when she was stopped by the shopkeep.

"How about this?" In his hands and around his wrists were thin metal circles, the one in his hand being the only one with a curved handle bisecting the weapon in a ying-yang fashion.

She hadn't heard his approach, but that may have been because she was so deep in thought. "Excuse me?"

"I saw you checking out the weapons. We don't get many customers and the ones we do tend to dabble in crafts or are tourists looking for little trinkets. It's been a while since a more...exotic… customer has visited my emporium. I couldn't help myself from adding my own two cents if you know what I mean," he said with a secretive smile.

While her own senses weren't alarmed, she didn't know if she should explicitly trust the man at face value. "That's, uh, good to know. So, what are those?" she asked, pointing to the circle-shaped weapons in his hands.

"Chakrams. Also known as chalikar, and for the ones around my wrist, chakri. They originate from India although similar weapons such as the Kanawa from Japan and the Wind and Fire Wheels from China have a similar shape and use. They come in various sizes and were worn on the warrior's wrists, neck, and head. What's interesting about chakrams is that, while able to be used for hand-to-hand combat, they're meant to be thrown."

"Thrown?"

"Mhm, thrown. Like a frisbee, it can be thrown overhead, underhand, from between two fingers, and my personal favorite, by twirling it around your finger and flicking your wrist to release it. It's very aerodynamic and under a well-trained eye and in the hands of a skilled practitioner, can be ricocheted off of multiple surfaces to take out an entire room." A dark promise could be seen in his eyes.

"...uh." She could feel a drop of sweat run down her neck as she blanched at his description of the potential deadly uses of the weapon.

"But of course I'm not expecting you to use these for something like that." And he was back to the slightly creepy, but friendly persona again. "So, what do you think?"

She was in a dilemma. She didn't necessarily need the weapon, but with everyone training to hone their current and new skills, she figured that if she didn't want to be left behind she also needed to learn something new. The circle weapon appeared harmless but was lethal in its simplicity and multipurpose in its usage. She could easily keep them on hand and hide them under her long sleeves if necessary and they wouldn't get in the way of her wings which was a huge plus to the young blonde.

It looked like her mind was already made up.

"How much are they?" she relented. Surprisingly, the white-haired man gave her a discount and even threw in an extra jewelry of her choice. He took out a box of elaborate rings that looked way too expensive to be considered a small extra for a first time customer. Some were full finger rings, many had multiple glittering gems, some with intricately carved designs and some a mix of different types of metals.

One ring, however, stood out to her. It had no gems set into the band to draw one's attention. The only details were in the metalwork. A feminine figure rested against what could only be described as a cross - making it appear as if the wings that framed the figure were pinned to it. Like it was being crucified. It was mystifying - rather dark - but beautifully crafted. She picked it up carefully with her fingers to get a closer look.

"It's called Angelo Senza Testa or the Headless Angel, based of the goddess of victory, Nike," once again the man took her out of her musing, "the ring itself was based on the sculpture, Winged Victory of Samothrace, that depicted the goddess with no arms or head. Is that the one you've decided on?"

"Um, yes, if that's alright? I know you said it's because I'm a first time customer, but these rings seem too good to be thought of as a little gift." Her skepticism easily read in her expression. She was beginning to feel bad for getting something as well-crafted as the ring for free.

"Of course it is! As I said, not many people visit this store and I've been meaning to find a place for that particular ring." Odd choice of words there, Shopkeeper-san.

She left Kawahira's Emporium with a bundle of chakrams and a ring that seemed to call to her the moment she laid eyes on it.

Maybe I'll visit this place again sometime.


"So that's your chosen, Sepira. Let us hope she uses it well and can survive what all bearers of that ring face."


Tou-san = dad; father

Kaa-chan = mom;mother

Giappone = Japan in italian

dono = lord

No kimi = formal address of ladies of the court during the Heian period

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! It was getting pretty long so I decided to cut it here for now. I'll try to get that next chapter in faster now that it's training montage time.

We'll see if we get to the Ring Battles. I definitely want her there for Lambo's fight, but I also want her to keep Hibari company, ya know. Decisions decisions.

P.S. I've given up rice for Lent…as an asian this is killing me, but it's my first time actually doing something serious for the holiday so I'll see how long I last.

THANKS FOR READING!

3/5/20

updated: 4/9/20