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Chapter 2


It is hard to believe that I am in KHR. The last time I checked, I was in my room feeling dramatic.

I've been living in this place for less than a week, I guess? I can't keep track of time, because I am a baby. Even if I am a 17 year old gal in a week old body, I do have my priorities. Example, sleeping, eating and sleeping again.

I recently found out that I am the daughter of the daughter of the Phalanx Famiglia. That makes my mother an heir to the throne. I don't really know what's happening around me (not literally around me, I mean I don't know what's happening in this mafia). Curse Reborn. My mother is always away being the successor and all. She left me in the care of Reborn. The problem is, Reborn too, is always away. So he left me in the care of Amelia. Amelia is a frail lady with a kind smile. She always hummed lullabies to make me asleep. She make me drink my milk, take care of my shit and all the things that I cannot do myself (that makes it everything).

Amelia was carrying me when the door burst open showing my mother with a bright smile. In a matter of seconds, she is now in front of Amelia still with the creepy smile. In my week long stay, I noticed that if my mom is wearing a scary smile, she will definitely do something funny. Last time she used that grin, Reborn was on the floor before he even noticed it. That's how scary she is. It is amazing to see Reborn on the floor, but to imagine seeing someone beat him, unbelievable. I don't know if Phalanx Famiglia was even in the canon.

Amelia give me to Mom. Mom carried me outside the room. It is my first time to see the outside of my room.


"As I was saying—"

"FATHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER! ~" my mother screamed as she dashed in an unknown room. I saw a long table with many unknown people looking at my mother. I can see in their faces that they are straining to say that my mother should've shut up, and she should have mind her own business.

I don't really know where we are, mom just came, snatched me from Amelia and brought me in the middle of nowhere. Well, I know where we are, we are in a large mansion. A cool looking mansion. The type you see in movies.

"FATHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER! ~" she said continuing to scream.

I don't know how I can express my feelings. Maybe in four words. I. Don't. Know. Her.

Mom came into a screeching halt when we saw an old man approaching her. Some kind of an old fart. He have this long beard that reached his waist, and a scary looking face. The first scary face I saw so far. Well, because mom is confiding me in my room. Duh.

"What kind of shit is this Lisse?" he said using the most disturbing tone I've ever heard.

My mom's name is Lisse? Okay. Okay. I did not expect that. I thought my mom's name would be Ana or something. Or much better, Esmeralda. The type that would make you wonder why the hell is she named like that, or is it because of the looks and the attitude. But no. No. She is named Lisse.

"Well, you see, I want you all to look at my daughter. She have this cute little fingers and this—"

"I don't have time for this Lisse!" he said while he's making huge gestures using his hands, "I don't care about that child. We are in the middle of a fucking war! And I am fucking losing! Listen to me, many Mafia Families are out there, and I want you to stay inside your house!"

"Well can you please shut up for a moment? Look at your granddaughter. Isn't she cute?"

My grandfather face palmed. He looked like he will faint. I heard a murmur in the crowd. Suddenly I heard shouts that said, "Hey! Listen to your Daughter!" or more like "Your granddaughter is really cute!" Then they burst in laughter.

"Yah." I said.

My grandfather finally looked at me and smiled. "Yeah, she really is cute."


After 2 years

"Mom~ Please call Bro." I squealed. For them, it is a wonder why I could speak and I could walk, already. For me, it is not. Hell, I've lived for 17 years. I know what's good and what's not. I'm as good as Squalo. No. Not Squalo. I'm as good as Xanxus. No. Not Xanxus either. I guess in my state, Dame-Tsuna will be better. Since his flames are not yet locked up.

"Why would I call Reborn My dear?" she said in her softest voice. Warning! Don't be fooled. If she uses that tone, she is ready for the kill. Reborn and Mom seemed to have a fight last night. I heard them shouting. I heard my mom shouting. She was shouting about how Reborn can be a scum. I don't really understand why they are always fighting. Well, I can say that after 2 years, Bro Reborn is such a fine guy. He talks like he know everything. And he knows when I was about to make my evil schemes. Well, I'm not being sarcastic calling him Bro Reborn. He told me I could call him that. He was the one who discovered that I have the capability to walk on my own, and plot my evil plans. Mwuhahahaha. Enough.

You see, I can see that the story line have changed. In KHR, Reborn was declared as an Arcobaleno when Luce is carrying Aria in her womb. So that's supposed to be million years ago. But in here, Reborn was like in his teens of twenties. Well, I haven't asked his age yet. You see, even guys can be sensitive on that subject too.

"Mom. I am going to be a kindergarten. And you have no plans on escorting me to my school. So you have no choice but to let Bro do it. Duh." I sarcastically said. She pulled me in front of a mirror and I saw my gray eyes staring at me. With a seriously white messy hair, I rolled my eyes. I have this big eyes that makes me look like a doll. And long eye lashes that makes me a doll. I have this complexion that even an albino can't bet with. I don't know what the heck my family is made of. I don't know who my dad is. Hell, it is not even Reborn. My mom do not really open the topic. But I suspect that I got my eyes from him. You see, my mom got a pair of violet eyes.

I'm getting used to KHR I guess.

"You can't go with him! He lets you play with guns! Can't you understand? GUNS!" she exclaimed. She crudely brushes my hair. I kept complaining on how rude she was. She's getting used to me complaining. A two year old girl, rebelling against her mom. Cool.

My only problem is, I flushed too easily. Yeah. You can already see the problem.

I WANT TO BE AN UNEMOTIONAL BITCH. BUT I CANNOT! I CANNOOOOOOOOOOOT. I am damned.

When it's hot, my face gets red.

When I'm pissed, my face gets red.

When I blush, my face gets red.

I CAN BLUSH TOO EASILY. WHAT THE HELL.

I can feel my face becoming red. "Mom, I will hold a gun in the future, why not now?" I asked impatiently.

My mom is definitely a mom. She always pulls me away when I get dragged into troubles. Example, when I tried to go with Bro. Yes. It is not a problem. But he was about to assassinate someone. I want to see it. My mom won't let me, so she locked me into my room. And I cannot go out. Like, for the whole week. I always see people die every now and then. We always get attacked by some fucking Famiglia. Even Amelia, my nurse, can also kill and fight. Both at the same time. Now you can freely imagine on how many people died in my room. I can't understand why grandfather can't change the Phalanx Mafia's headquarters.

"Just go outside and I'll call Reborn. Curse Amelia for having a day off." My mom said then cursed.

I beamed at her and got outside. Lisse is such a devil. Well, she was. Before I came into her life. That's what Bro Reborn told me. She got the most kills in our mafia. She's a trained mass murderer. She is a machine that kills people without any feelings that can drag them downward. Maybe she has. Maybe that is happiness to kill. To take the life of others. On the book "Cell" of Stephen King, humans are killers from the start. They are not murderers now because their intelligence overcame their killer instinct. But my mother is a different case, she used her intelligence to kill. It seems that her killer instinct and intelligence was both rising in an alarming rate. Of course she killed more than Reborn, they have a large age gap.

I bumped into a person along the stairways. "Sorry," I mumbled. I am now kneeling on the ground. Hey, I have my physical limits.

"It's okay," It said then helped me stand up.

What came into the view—this is what I can't believe, a superior kind of person is in front of me. He smiled at me, and I smiled at him. More like a smirk.

"Hi," I grimace.

It's Timoteo. The Vongola Nono. The Mafia boss of the most powerful Famiglia in the world is in front me. I'm really stunned. And I looked like an idiot now. At least not an Idiot cow. Not even a Dame-Tsuna in the slightest.

Timoteo is the Ninth and current Boss of the Vongola Famiglia at the beginning of the series. He is 70 years old, and it is implied that he is becoming too weak to lead the Famiglia, which is why he searches for his successor.

"Hello," he greeted. I want to ask him a bunch of questions. Like, 'Are all of your sons are already dead?' Or more like, 'Have you seen the sin?' It would be fun seeing him shocked. But I bet he wouldn't be. He practiced his whole life using that calm expression.

"MINERVAAAAAAA! Where the heck are you?"

A scream suddenly came from a distance. "Bye~" I bid my farewell. Seeing Timoteo is once in a lifetime chance. But my mother strangling me is not a once in a lifetime. She's in her most angered state, so I must answer to her summon. She's like a best you see, can be a cannibal though.

When my Mom and Bro came to the view, I waved at them. My Mom scowling and Reborn smirking. I guess he won the debate that they are doing every night. How did Reborn do that? Cool.

"Hi Bro!" I greeted.

"Why are you wearing that dress?" he asked in his most plain voice. The chameleon on his hat steering. What's the name of that little thing again? Dang. I already forgot.

I am wearing a plain white little dress that hangs on my body. I looked like a total hanger for this.

"Mom~" I sing sang. Answering Reborn's question.

My Mom rolled her eyes and walked inside the HQ. "Someone's having a bad day, right Minerva?"

I laugh at Reborn's question and face the car that was not there a minute before. Reborn is not like the manga and anime described. He is a sweet little shit. He actually care for everyone that is close to him.


"What are we doing in here? What the fudge Bro. What the fudge." I said while looking at the airport in front of us. It's supposed to be 'what the fuck'. But it seems that I have a problem in the tongue department. I am a two years old child you see, my tongue have its own limits. I can't curse, for any forbidden reason I don't know.

He started walking again and he's going inside the terminal. "We are going to Japan," he plainly said while walking.

This is the problem with Reborn, he is a sweet little shit. "HEY! I AM NOT INFORMED THAT I AM GOING TO JAPAN!" I screamed. But just when I was about to strangle Reborn, I saw some familiar silhouette.

"Oh my god, ITS MAKAROV," I squealed.

I quickly dodge all the person that may/may not intentionally block my meeting with the Fairytail guild master. When I was near him, panting, I've got the courage to say thing like, 'Are you Makarov-san?' and things like, 'How's Fairytail?'

In my dismay, he is not Makarov-dono.

A hand grabbed my dress from behind and dragged me away from the man, with my tantrums, it's getting hard for the one pulling me. Hey! You can't blame me. First, I thought I was going to be kinder this year! And the truth is that they are going to drag me to Japan—

Shit. I am going to Japan.

I looked at the one who dragged me and frowned. "Why am I going to Japan? Why can't I stay here? Duh. Please don't tell me it's because of our mafia's harshness. I've seen too many deaths, you cannot reach the limit," I discussed to Reborn.

"You are going to kinder in there, not in here." He coldly said.

Well, I should look at the good side. Maybe I can make a contact with the future Vongola Decimo and make friends with him. He's a cutie isn't he? Damn hormones. Go away.

"Where in Japan? Be specific please. AND FOR GOD'S SAKE. I DON'T HAVE ANY CLOTHES."

I really don't have anything. Just a white shitty bags full of crayons that Mom prepared. I would really strangle anyone right now. In our Mansion, I used to strangle Calix. He is a spoiled shit that can't do anything. Well, he can wail, cry and throw tantrums. I really want to strangle him right now. Well, he is one of Grandfathers extras. When I say extra, that one shitty shit that got dragged because his grandfather is a mafia dealer. And his Grandfather is Mafia Dealer.

"Your clothes are already in there. And please try to be quiet. I don't want any nosy woman to intervene with how I tortu—discipline you," he said while looking at a suspicious woman who is glaring at him. He gave me an Idea. I beamed and started to scream.

Kidding.

I can't scream here. Reborn is an intimidating man at his age. Even a child like me should know its place. I have a hit man with me. And I guess, he is now the world's strongest hit man. Or he will be. I can see that he's not an Arcobaleno still. As an Arcobaleno, he remains fairly calm through any situation and always putting a straight face, even in his "fights" against Colonnello. He also is rather sadistic and likes to occasionally tease his students like Dino and Tsuna.

"Wait Bro. Where are we going exactly? You changed the topic," I smirked.

He sighed in defeat, "In Namimori."


"You dumb shit. Kill it. Kill it!"

"Don't scream."

"Ugh. You shitty protagonist. That goddamn character will never change! You cannot expect him to be an angel after not killing him! He'll be an antagonist still! And he will try to fudging kill you every time you cross your paths! Damn movies! Damn clichés! Damn directors! Dam graphics! Damn dog!"

"If you can't watch quietly, please skydive now. I don't care If you have a parachute or not."

I am watching an action movie. And we are now in the airplane and the two of us is still awake. But the other passengers are past asleep. I cannot sleep. This is my first time in an airplane. In my past life, I haven't. In my recent, well, this is still my first.

"Hey Bro Reborn. Can you please tell the stewardess that I want milk? My throat's becoming itchy," I'm an annoying bitch I know. But I will tease Reborn until he is pissed off.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO," he said with finality.

I smirked, "Leon, be a wand."

The chameleon stirred and was now trying to change its form. Yes, I remembered the chameleon's name. Mwuahahahaha.

"Stewardess! Please get me some milk," he demanded to the flight attendant who was flirting with the guy behind Reborn.

Leon stirred again and showed his tongue, "You traitor." Reborn whispered.

Leon can change into anything handy. Thanks to me. I taught him. I was only joking. What I taught him is to change into wand or various other things that can embarrass a man.

"Bullshit! You're too soft! That's what I'm talking about!" I whispered as the friend of the protagonist betrayed him.

Bro looked at me, "Where did you learn to cuss?" he asked.

"In some fudging manga called Katekyo Hitman Reborn," I said then smirked.


"How's the flight?" A long haired woman asked us when we came to this house's front door.

"Okay."

The woman's eyes twinkled and followed us through the living room where, Reborn and I sat like bosses.

The woman came back with a tray full of cookies and two glasses of juice. I didn't notice that she was gone. Or I was too busy looking at the interior of the house.

"Minerva. Go change into your room," he ordered.

I gave him my 'are-you-kidding-me?' look.

I don't know where, my room is. And don't expect me to know. It is my first time here.

He gave me his 'you-are-not-dumb-are-you?' look.

I found my room in the middle of the hallway in the second floor of the house. It is decorated with nothing. Pale brown, bed, cabinet, mirror and other fancy things that I don't know how to deal with. As per Reborn's order, I changed my dress.

I got back to the living room as quickly as I can. Which I cannot

"—this a confidential matter. You are not to speak to the child about this." Reborn was telling the woman something when I entered the living room. I sat beside him.

"Do not eat that," he said while grabbing the cookie I was about to munch.

"What?" I asked.

"The woman in front of you made that cookies," he answered.

"Aww, come on Reborn. My cookies are perfect." The woman said while smiling nonchalantly.

"That woman—"he said while pointing to the woman in front of us, "—have the ability to cook anything that is poison. She is my partner at some events."

I became stiff. Can cook anything that turns into poison? Have long hair and grey eyes like mine? Also kills? Lastly, in love with Reborn?

I looked at the woman in front of us. Her eyes still twinkling while looking at Reborn. She looked at me and said, "Hi there little Minerva. I'm Bianchi."


I lay in my bed still awake. What happened today was a real shock. Going to Japan, precisely in Namimori. And staying for a week with Bianchi.

Bianchi is Gokudera's half-sister, as they share the same father. Bianchi, known as "Poison Scorpion Bianchi" or simply "Poison Scorpion" in the Mafia world, specializes in Poison Cooking, a technique that turns any food she makes into poison.

Bianchi explained that she was going to escort us through this place. Some Families are on war because they want this place to be their territory. But they can't, she explained. Because some powerful man in a powerful mafia have his family in here. I know that. That is the Sawada Residence. They can't claim this place their territory because this is Iemetsu's turf.

I didn't notice that I fell asleep.


"Ma'am."

Then someone shook me.

"Ma'am."

I slowly opened my eyes and I saw a grand room with a maid on the bedside.

"Ma'am, you are already late for school," she said then bowed.

What school? I thought I was not going to kinder until next week?

I stood up and noticed that my eye level become some meters higher. And the room where I slept last night was nowhere to be seen. But I recognize this room. This is my past self's room. I quickly got to the bathroom and looked at my face. Big purple eyes staring at me with my brunette hair still messed up.

I touched my reflection. Wishing it to be more unreal. But it is not. I can feel the heat of the hot water in the bath tub even if it is meters away from me. I can feel the steam that it emits.

I can't still believe it. My dream world is really a dream after all.

What the heck.