GUYS I'M SORRY FOR BEING A SLOW-ASS SHIT! In my defense, though, school started again. Also my brain noped at everything... Yeah just go read I'll go sit in my corner and sigh 'cause I'm horrible.

I'm now at the amazing age of one. I have spent a year learning French, finding out who the hell I am, and…

I am not pleased.

I am really not pleased.

Why, you may ask? I am a fictional character. I should not exist, yet here I am, existing.

The first clue was my appearance. The obvious bright red hair should have been a giveaway already, as well as the bright violet eyes.

Then, I found out my family was in the Mafia. Who brings their 1-year-old to a mafia meeting anyway!?

Then, I heard some pretty familiar names. The most obvious one being Vongola. Vongola. VONGOLA. (Yes, it actually repeated it like this in my head. It was like a moment in a bad tv show.)

And then the pieces clicked, and I was kindly reminded of a certain red-haired female individual in a certain tv show. (Ah, the irony.)

And then there's the beautiful fact that, apart from maybe my temper, I am in no way like her. I'm going to fuck up shit, bigtime. And since that's already a fact, I might as well start early.

How hard could it be to find a mafioso that isn't fucking creepy in a huge mansion filled with mafiosos? Quite hard, I found out.

That one's creepy, that one's creepy, that one's creepy, ew that one's gross.

I have been walking around for over an hour. You'd think I'd have found someone by now. But no, they're all fucking weird.

Not paying attention to where I'm walking, I bump into someone and fall, tears welling up in my eyes as a reaction. Don't cry. Do not under any circumstance cry.

I looked up to see who I bumped into as I dried my eyes and attempted to keep them that way. That tear problem was easily fixed when I saw a mafioso that wasn't creepy as hell.

"I'm sorry, I should have watched where I was walking," he smiled, reaching his hand down and pulling me up.

I finally managed to get a good look at him and decided he shouldn't be in the Mafia. He's way too cute to be in the Mafia. He had big, bright green eyes that looked too innocent for murder and death. They quite reminded me of the forest, and it felt quite peaceful looking at them. He also had short, dark blond hair that was quite honestly a huge mess, and it didn't look bad either.

These were the moments that I hated the fact that I was no older than one. God, I would love to kiss this guy.

"Are you okay, princess?" I was pulled out of my (quite inappropriate for a 1-year-old) thoughts as he talked to me again. I must have been staring and probably pouting at him.

"My name isn't princess, stupid." I was quite sure I saw his eyes widen slightly before he started laughing. Oh right, I'm one, I'm not supposed to be able to talk like this.

"But you are the boss' daughter, right? I don't think it's strange for me to call you princess," he explained, smiling. "My name is Salvatore, but most people call me Sal. Musette, right?"

"Yes, that's my name. I won't ask where you got that information. You're Italian, right?" I smiled back at him, though it wasn't exactly a sincere smile. It was more of an 'I am going to use you and you're not allowed to complain'-smile. Quite evil, really.

"Yes, I am. I always heard that the boss' daughter was quite the prodigy, But I can't say that I expected this."

"I'm not a prodigy, I'm a ninja. Also, I'm gonna call you old man Sal and I want you to help me with a few things." I smiled, tilting my head to the side though I'm pretty sure I made is quite obvious that he can't exactly refuse. I was an evil baby.

Of course, he started laughing. Curse my baby-ness. "Alright then princess, though I have to ask if your dad knows about this."

"Holy mother of Bermuda did you just agree?" Somewhere in the world, a woman just sneezed.

"Well, yes. That still doesn't answer my question, though." I hugged him. Well, his leg, since I couldn't exactly reach much higher than that.

"I'm sorry for being so mean, I didn't mean it like that, I really love you, please marry me Sally, you're my hero." This, in turn, caused him to laugh more. I wasn't that funny a 1-year-old, was I?

"Now, I don't think that's something your father would agree to princess." In return to this, I pouted and let go of him, but not before he affectionately patted my head.

"Okay so, to answer your questions.. No, Papa doesn't know. I need you to train me and when I'm trained you need to become my assistant." I could see that he was holding in his laugh, but then he noticed my serious face. I wasn't kidding when I said that, after all.

"So what's in it for me?" His innocent demeanor fell as he finally decided to be serious. His face showed a manipulative smile. Of course, to him I was still only one and he was a mafioso. It really showed now. Wow, he was actually quite an asshole.

"I won't get you fired," I smiled back at him. The same manipulative smile that he had on his face - at least, I liked to think so. Honestly, it was just a smile.

"Now, how would you plan to do that, princess?" Though he sounded normal, I saw the twitch. His smile was faltering.

"Oh come now, who would Papa trust? You, one of his mafiosos? Or me, his prodigy of a daughter, heir to the family?" I knew he couldn't reply to that, because it was true.

A moment of silence passed before he spoke again. "20 percent." Though that was all he said, I knew exactly what he meant. Too bad for him, I was a greedy bitch and not planning to give him more than 10 percent of my future income.

"5 percent," I followed up.

"15 percent."

"1 percent."

"You're supposed to meet me in the middle, not go even lower!" Mentally, I laughed. Physically... I also laughed. Honestly, I was planning on staying serious. Sort of.

"Fine, fine.. 10 percent, take it or leave it." He nodded, we shakes hands, yadda yadda I had a trainer. Amazing what bumping into someone could get you.

I didn't like him, though. He's an asshole.

Oh well.

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Rome did not create a great empire by having meetings, they did it by killing all those who opposed them.

Okay, there you go. Longer than the prologue~ Also, it got a lot easier to write halfway through.. I also have many plans for this and since we still have, like, 14 years of pre-story and meeting people to do, we will have fun c:

Also holy shit I changed my penname. My penname is beautiful now.

Please do review. For my inspiration (and cookies for you guys).

xx Teal the Banned