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The mirror doesn't reflect who I am.

But who am I?

By the time I was four, I had learned to keep a weapon handy at all times for possible threats.

No. I did not have some kickass weapon like a gun or a fancy dagger. For 'safety reasons', I was armed with a butter knife at all times. Pity, learning how to shoot a gun at the age of four would've been boastable.

It had many uses actually. Good for threatening my maid to give me one more piece of candy. (sort of, they smiled then agreed.) Perfect for breakfast to put butter on my toast you know? And I adored scraping it at trees, carving pretty patterns of random things, and scrawling my name into it. Kiyomi looks attractive on a tree.

When I was 6, I got a Swiss Army knife, which I could make no sense of until one of the men in black (ha-ha…) showed me. I could file my nails. Cut rope. Stab some soft things. I loved it to death.

I visited the Vongola mansion when I was 6 as well.

I had begged and begged my dad to let me see 'the awesome house' until her finally complied as long as I did not get in trouble or no dessert for a month. To a seven year old, it was supposed to be threatening. To my mental age, it was stupid but I complied since our chef makes some good cake.

That was also the day I met the Varia. And with the Varia comes trouble. Always. There goes my cake for the next month.

My mom had dressed me all pretty and such in a nice (itchy) dress and a little black cardigan. My shoes were polished clean and my pink hair listened for once, and didn't make a frizzy mess that could only be pulled into a small ponytail.

As soon I we entered, (and got passed security) I bumped into Lussaria. Looking up, I bowed and mumbled a soft sorry before I was scooped up and hugged. (to death.)

"Oh! ~ You're so cute! Such pretty hair and eyes, you're adorable!" He shouted/squealed and flopped me back on the floor to pat me on the head. "If a cutie pie like you ever needs someone to be killed, call the Varia! I'll give you a special discount!"

By this point I was hiding in fear behind my dad's leg for the reason that Lussaria was really weird when he was young. The 'yes' I said could barely be heard as I looked around for a plea of help since my dad was brushing me off.

Next came Squalo. I was expecting him too so, my fault I guess. He came roaring in screaming for 'that bastard to sit still and let him chop him to pieces.' I don't blame the guy for running. Digging for my only self-defense, I took out my knife and threw with all my 5 year old might.

It tapped him on the neck, as he twitched around irritated.

Stupid me. I enjoyed my life.

"Oi you lil' brat! What was that for!?" It wasn't really a question, more like a demand. If I didn't answer soon, I was going to be the one running from scary Squalo.

"I'm asking you what that was for!" His ultra-death glared as I pulled out my only defense left. The butter knife. I brandished it waving it at him as he look at me oddly.

"Stupid kids. They don't know a thing…" He muttered and turned away, like her was hallucinating me chucking a knife at him.

Bel was a nightmare, even though he was my age, he got all in my face laughing creepily as he threatened to cut me up.

I ran away like no tomorrow. That laugh was creepier in real life than ever.

I avoided Levi like the plague. Easy enough as his umbrellas and his hair could be seen from miles (okay feet) away. Xanxus was even worse, my skull is not hard, and a bottle smashing there would not be good.

Mammon kept on trying to get me to cough up my pocket money. He did give me a flower though when I gave him a euro or two. Maybe he isn't that greedy.

I take that back.

So after running through the hallways (a good mile or two) I panted falling and sitting on my father's feet who just finished talking.

"Kiyomi, what have you been doing?" His voice was clearly suspicious as I gasped out a small "N-Nothing."

And that day I also lost 10,000 euros of allowance because I knocked down a vase while I was running from the, the… Varia… (mental asylum people)

Would someone tell me why on earth a family full of weirdoes the most powerful in the world was?

Sheesh.

Tamazuki Sawako.

My mother.

People say that she's a beautiful, elegant lady. Which is to be expected of the wife of a stinking' mafia boss. She was cool and composed, yet she had a certain fire in her eyes that no one could take away. Proper was the definition of her and every time that I even ate my soup with the wrong spoon. I got scolded.

Who cares? It was a spoon at least!

Her favorite hobbies included reading classical literature, and stuffing her poor odd daughter into fancy dresses.

Her origins were from Japan, she met my dad there when he was traveling on business, and he helped save her from a robber.

The rest was history.

I asked my mom once if she missed Japan. And she got this weird, sad, dreamy look in her eyes that she never gets. I decided to not press it anymore.

So assuming Tsuna and his friends were around my age, I had to head over to Japan when I was 12 or so. But that isn't my biggest problem right now.

When I was 8 and ½, the Varia attacked the Vongola, just like the canon said so. When I went there once again with my dad, the place was a mess. Walls were crumbled, security was at its bare low, and I know that somewhere, an angry Xanxus was frozen in an ice block.

And since the Nuvola family was their allies, we of course let them a hand. My dad came home after midnight each day for the next two weeks, busy sorting out matters, hiding it from the public, and taking care of the casualties. I take back what I said before.

The Vongola were weird, but strong. A ridicules group of 6 took down part of the most powerful mafia family in the world.

I met the Ninth then. His hair seemed to have more gray hairs, and his smile seemed a little sad inside. He greeted me, and told my dad that I would grow into a beautiful girl. All the boys would be chasing after me.

Hahaha… You have a strange sense of humor, Ninth. I didn't remark, I just smiled and smiled, knowing that this was a time the Vongola was weak. No point telling them off. (And I didn't want to get blasted to pieces either)

Still seeing the people die. I attended the funeral out of respect, even though my mother objected, honor for those who have died on the line of duty was necessary. I saw Tsuna's father there. He didn't seem to be paying attention, but you could notice the sorrow in his face.

I stepped on his toe just to get his attention. And I mumbled my usual 'sorry' I hesitated to speak to him; something could brighten up his day, right?

"Do you have a family?" I asked with the most innocent face I could pull. I bugged out my eyes and such, and tilted my head over.

He looked at me in a bit of surprise before scrunching his eyebrows like trying to remember something. "Yes, I do." His deep voice ran through my ears, as he looked sadly away, a slight drizzle falling down.

He looked like he was in thought, before turning away and striding away. I could see him take out his phone and distant away say, "Book me the next flight to Japan. Immediately." I smiled a bit, before my mother hustled me away, to make sure I didn't get a look at the bodies.

Family. My current one took such good care of me, I felt so loved. But could I replace my old ones?

Dishonor them? Even if I didn't know who they were, was it right?

Could you love someone you didn't know?

The rain is falling faster. Tears are blurring everything.

A/N: This chapter was a bit depressing near the end. Kiyomi hasn't really met the Varia properly… Still looking for who to pair her up with! Leave a review? Please? I love my review, and followers, and favoriteters! ^^