Nuclear Shock

I got back to Japan to find the Shimon family in residence and at my school. I have never heard of the Shimon Family but it as they have a school here in Japan that might explain it as I only about the Italian mafia. A day later, I find out the Ninth has come over to ask Tsuna about being boss.

"You wanted to see me, Ninth?" I blinked at Timoteo's casual, Hawaiian attire,

"Yes Karen. I would've talked to you in Italy but you were busy", He smiled. No one would guess Timoteo was the Ninth Boss of the Vongola mafia family.

"Sit down," he gestured towards the couches on either side of a coffee table, "What do you think Tsunayoshi-kun's decision will be about becoming Decimo?" he asked after we were seated

I shrugged, "Tsuna will probably say no. Tsuna and the gang don't belong in the mafia world." It's a dog eat dog world and everyone, with the exception of Hibari and Mukuro, are softer than cooked marshmallows,

"You don't belong there either. I wonder how you would've turned out if your parents were still alive. So how can I tell you this?"

I didn't say anything; he would say it once he got it straight in his head and he gave some food for thought

"How much do you love the Vongola?" he finally said,

"Um, well, it isn't the organization I love, it's more of the people in it…a couple of them at any rate," I shrugged at the Ninth's chuckle. It was no big secret how well I got along with the members of the Varia, especially Levi and Xanxus (with Xanxus I'm regarded as a celebrity for being so 'strong' to be able to stand up and tell him 'screw it').

"That sounds just like a woman I've heard of,"

"Huh?"

"The beginning of the Vongola was much different from current times. The Vongola was created as a way of protecting loved ones. In Primo's time, there were eight Guardians, the Sky, Rain, Mist, Sun, Cloud, Storm, Thunder and the Misty Rain Guardian."

"Misty Rain Guardian?" I knew nothing about this and it's disturbing for me to be lacking any kind of information.

"The Misty Rain Guardian is essentially the hidden right hand," the Ninth smiled, "as beneficial as she is, the qualifications are pretty much a once every ten or so generation chance of finding just a potential candidate. The Misty Rain Guardian is not part of the Tri-Ni-Sette,"

Now I'm floored. "How does this fit with me?" the Ninth didn't hand out information like this unless there was a purpose for it and the inkling of the idea was just starting to form and the previous experience I had with the Katherine in the future was starting to resurface

"It 'fits' you because you have the qualifications and the right ancestry", the Ninth continued, "The Mist Rain Guardian is elusive like the Mist but calming like the Rain. I suppose, you could say she's a ninja and a diplomat," uh oh, sounds like me. "The ancestry part goes back to Primo's time, where you are the descendent of Katherine de Madrigal, the First and so far, only Misty Rain Guardian. Katherine was also Primo's wife"

"You're fucking kidding!" no way in heaven, earth or hell could I be a candidate for the Vongola boss.

Holy shit. I've had opportunity after opportunity to take control of the Vongola and I never knew it! Mukuro was as floored as I was. More accurately, I think someone just started Nuclear World War One in my head. This information is wreaking havoc!

"I'm not kidding Karen." The Ninth was miffed at my language selection "Don't worry, you're not a candidate for Decimo but Undicesimo, Eleventh" someone must've dropped enough nukes to incinerate Jupiter. Doesn't matter if it's Eleventh or Hundredth, I DO NOT want to be a Vongola Boss. Dealing with the Xanxus without that added invective was hard enough "And you and Tsunayoshi-kun are cousins,"

"…are we talking second, third?" Thank whatever deity there is I'm not engaged to Tsuna but….AAAAHHHH! Mukuro had two kilometer long walls of adamant protecting him from my overly tumultuous mind,

The Ninth chuckled, "No".

"How does that work?"

"Iemitsu's elder sister married your father, after he got over Squalo's mother's death. Unfortunately for you, both of them died in a car accident. Really an accident this time, not assassination in disguise,"

"….WHAT?" all I can think is what the fuck? but I don't say it out loud this time

Real nice language use. I think you've used 'fuck' more in the last few minutes than you have since coming to Japan, Mukuro's comment went unheeded. How many more am I going to get hit over the head with nukes?

"Here's a picture," the Ninth handed me three and a half inch by six inches picture. Apparently this isn't the end of nuclear bombardment because I'm a twin to my brother and by extension, dad. Mom has a balance of Japanese and Sicilian features and as far as I can see, I have no physical similarities to her. I'm half Italian and half Japanese in genetics though….I'm going into information and emotional overload mode.

As if he read my mind, the Ninth broke in, "What you lack in physical resemblance to Masako is more than made up for your resemblance to her in your personality. Though you are different behavior wise,"

"Does that mean all the attention you gave me was because we're related?"

"No but it is a factor," he admitted, "Karen, I believe you fill the requirements of the Misty Rain Guardian: the elusive, calming support of the Family," the Ninth's language turned formal as he revealed an indigo and cerulean blue splattered box. Nestled in dark navy blue satin fabric was a ring identical to the other Vongola Rings. "It's changed," the Ninth blinked,

"Of course it would've," my calm was finally reasserted after the shock of my life, "Primo undid the seal," I'm flying on autopilot now.

"The flame border was never there," the Ninth shook his head. The ring had the same general shape as the other Guardian rings but an orange, flamed styled border bled into a blue that was identical to the color of Rain flames and the blue turned to indigo, the color of Mist flames. At the center of the peculiar gem was a rain drop surrounded by the typical mist pattern. "This is yours, Second Misty Rain Guardian".

Lightly, silently, I skipped down the steps, waving at the Ninth who I knew was watching from the window. Turning my back, I just struck off in a completely random direction that did not take me back to the Ninth. Rather than think about the new addition to my life, I turned my thoughts to the issues I'm having with Shimon. It's not that they're being mean or rude to anyone it's just I'm getting a bad vibe from them; some more than others.