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Chapter 7

*Grumble*

I'm hungry but dinner isn't in 20 minutes. I want to eat snacks but my mother and father would kill me if I ate too much and became fat. I could sneak a biscuit but they're currently occupying the kitchen. They have this weird obsession over my appearance. Does it actually matter? They do say beauty is only skin deep. It literally is though, if someone cut you up that wouldn't be pretty or beautiful would it.

*Grumble*

Wow, thanks for the reminder Captain Obvious. Argh, I'm currently dying here.

*Grumble*

Can.

*Grumble*

You.

*Grumble*

Stop.

*Grumble*

GRUMBLING!

That shut my stomachs grumbling up.

*Grumble*

I'll go get some food, I can't concentrate on my homework so I might as well just eat something.

Would my mother let me have something to eat? She probably would tell me to go away since dinner's in 20 minutes. BUT I CAN'T WAIT 20 MINUTES. I guess I will have to sneak past her and get some snacks. My father said he still had some paperwork to do so he shouldn't be there and also

*DING DONG*

Did my father invite guests over? (Nah Sherlock, he invited people to assassinate you)

*DING DONG*

*DINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONG*

"Anna can you get the door before it gets blown off."

Blown off? Wouldn't the door bell be killed first before the door since they would probably keep pressing the doorbell...?

I open up the door and...

"VOIIIIIII WHAT TOOK YA SO LONG TO GET THE DOOR!"

I slam the door in his face. I just stand there. I just stare at the door. I reopen the door.

"Yes? How may I help you?"

"YOU SLAMMED THE DOOR IN MY FACE."

Well, that's what you get for screaming at my face. Right now I want to slam the door in his face again, I can't stand his loud voice, and I thought Aoba was bad.

"Ushishishishishi. Is the peasant going to let us in?"

"Mou, I shouldn't have come. I have much better things to do at home, like counting money."

"Awww! She's so adorable!"

"Trash, ya gonna move."

I sidestepped and I just held the door open for them and stood there like a statue. Then that guy who called me trash (gee thanks) looked at me from head to toe and keep walking forward. He's intimidating and if looks could kill, I would be on my 2nd trip to heaven.

"CHIEEE, YOU HERE?"

My mother's head popped out of the kitchen and gave the loud guy a subtle glare. She turns to me and looks at me in the eye.

"Keep them company while I prepare the food."

"Uh, but."

She looks me in the eye and silences me. Fine, let them kill me.

So...should I start a conversation with them? Or should I sit in this awkward silence waiting for dinner to begin? I think I'll try the less awkward and start a conversation.

"Umm, so how do my parents know you?"

"VOIIIIIIIII YOU DON'T KNOW, WE'RE ALLIES IN THE MAF-"

My mum's head popped into the room again and she beckoned him forward. He just sent her a 'what the hell do you want' look. She just kept beckoning him. He finally let in and walked towards my mother.

There were a few murmured whispers that I couldn't hear properly.

"Squalo...daughter...mention...don't...unless...si tuation..."

"Psh."

I couldn't hear much of their conversation so I just stood there. Trying to be as invisible as possible. Without feeling as awkward as possible. It's not working.

The loud guy who I think is called Squalo, walks back in and we stand like a bunch of statues which were situated in the wrong place.

"Um so what are your names?"

"Ushishishishishi."

A knife whizzes past my face and a few of my hairs are cut. My eyes grow large but I try and force them to look like I don't think much of that attack.

"The peasant should know of the prince's name. The prince's name is Belphegor, but you may call me Bel. Ushishishishsihsi."

"Uh, okay?"

"Mammon, now where did I put those bills?"

"My name's Lussuria! But a cutie like you can call me Luss chan!"

"Xanxus."

"Levi."

This group does not only have the weirdest personality but also weird names as well. I think it's because those names aren't that common I guess?

"So...what do you like to eat?"

"Ushishishishi. Of course the peasant would like to know the prince's food choices if she wants to cook for him. I prefer lamb chops. Ushishi."

"TUNA WOULD BE NICE."

"Oh I usually don't pay attention to what I like to eat because I have to cook for them!"

"I eat whatever the boss eats!"

"Steak."

"Nothing in particular. Now I should tally up the amount of this bill and start calculating."

What a great bunch I'm stuck with. They don't seem that interested to do anything other than stand awkwardly. I look down at my feet, then I look up at the ceiling, then at the kitchen, then at the windows and then the front door.

Would I make it to the door without attracting their attention? Would I make it to the door without getting a glare from my mother? And then getting a lecture later on. Not fun. Lectures sometimes take up like 2 HOURS. I don't even know what they ramble on about. I also don't know how they can lecture me for 2 WHOLE HOURS. Sigh.

I wonder if I'd be able to escape this hellhole before it's too late. I have had dinner with these people before and it is NOT a pleasant experience. I feel like I've been mentally scarred by these people, they scare the wits out of me.

"VOIIIIIII ARE YOU GOING TO EAT DINNER WITH US OR NOT 'CAUSE IF YA NOT WE'LL EAT YOUR SHARE."

A perfect example of what I wanted to say.

I sit down at the dining table and begin eating, like a civilized human being. I probably look really fancy right now but I'm not it's because the other people in the room(excluding my mother) are monkeys.

"VOIIIIII PASS THE SALT AND PEPPER."

"Ushishishi, get it yourself peasant."

"Please excuse me."

"BE QUIET. YOU'RE DISTURBING BOSSU."

"SHUT UP LIKE YOU'RE ONE TO TALK."

"Trash."

Then he threw a wine glass at Squalo's head. HOW DARE HE! The poor wine glass is broken, even though I don't drink wine I liked that glass. Oh you thought I was talking about Squalo. No, not him, he can handle himself. I don't actually care since he screamed in my face at full volume when I opened the door earlier in the evening.

Anyways it seems like he gets things thrown at him on a regular basis by his boss, Xanxus.

"VOIIII TELL YOUR DAUGHTER TO PASS THE SALT AND PEPPER."

"Tell her yourself or get it yourself."

What am I? Invisible? I'm pretty sure I'm not. SO STOP TALKING LIKE I'M NOT HERE.

Before he can keep shouting his head off, I reach for the salt and pepper and I pass it to the guy. He can now shut up or at least be quiet.

"THAN-"

"Couldn't you have been quieter Squalo? I couldn't concentrate on my paperwork. I was in my study for goodness sake and I could still hear you loud and clear."

"VOIIIII IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME TOMO."

"Stop calling me Tomo, for the last time my name's Tomoko, Squalo."

My father seems exasperated just by talking to him. I feel his pain, I have to deal with Aoba. Concerning Aoba, I wonder why he wanted to know more about Tsuna. He asked the weirdest things. Weaknesses? Seriously why would you need to know that? I mean Tsuna is a kind hearted person, his only weakness is probably being too soft and caring too much.

"VOIIIII WHAT ARE YOU TALKING TO YOURSELF ABOUT."

"Hmm, oh nothing."

*Third person POV*

"Kufufufufu. Thanks Anna. You have given me exactly the information I need."

A dark figure retreated from Anna's house and melted back into the shadows.

*Anna's POV*

Achoo! It seems I have caught a cold but once my mother told me it's not a cold but someone talking behind one's back. I never believed her. I mean honestly who believes such theories which are about as real as fairies and Santa Claus are.

You know thinking about someone talking behind my back has taken me off my appetite. I feel full, I get up and as I am about to exit Squalo begins to mutter something to my mother. I really just want to exit so I walk quickly towards the door when something catches my ear.

"...don't...information...mafia..."

Did I just hear mafia? Mafia as in killing and people dying every day mafia? No, no I didn't hear mafia. I'm just really tired today it's my imagination, just my imagination, my imagination. Calm down. Chillax, it's not like your family has anything to do with the mafia right? That ceremony couldn't possibly be a mafia ceremony could it. Could it? I like to believe not. Maybe I'll ask Tsuna tomorrow? Should I?

I don't want to burden him with my problems. BUT THIS IS MAFIA. If he knows, he knows, if he doesn't he doesn't. If Tsuna doesn't answer, I'm going to ask Enma seeing as he's also going to the ceremony.

It'll be simple yes and no question. Are you involved in the mafia. Because are you?