Chapter 2 - A Fairytale

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn is owned by Akira Amano. I'm just a dweeb that writes for fun.

Thinking she had ventured too deep into the mansion, she saw a lone man strolling along the corridor. Making sure no one saw her; she made him pass out with one swift blow and stole his uniform. Staring at the banners on the walls, she sighed. It seemed so familiar, yet she couldn't remember a thing. The ninth would be so disappointed with her. Mireille regretted not paying attention during lessons about families. Remembering their names, strength and et cetera was too much for her.

Looking around, she saw multiple similar flags hanging around the mansion. Upon closer inspection, there were words written on the flags. Just right below the insignia were words saying, 'Squadra killer autonoma di Vongola IX'.

"Autonomous Assassination Team for Vongola IX...? Ah, so it's an ally? Who was it again..?" Mireille kept cursing under her breath about her incompetence as a Mafioso of Italy. "What do I do in this situation? Should I just find the one in charge since...? It's an ally, it won't... But I hurt an ally... Ninth, what should I do...?"

Hours ago, before leaving Caelum's Headquearters, Vanille had told her who to call if she needs help in Varia, but she was too flustered to remember any information that was given to her.

Her worries were soon pushed aside when a group of men walked past. This, in turn, caused her walking to change into a dash. Of course, her dashing footsteps were as soundless as they had been as before. She kept on running and running until she made a turn at the corridor, entering the first room she could find and locking it after her entry.

The room was pitch black and chilly. No sound could be heard except Mireille's quiet pants from running. All of a sudden, an eerie sound cut through the air; something sharp was rubbing against the wall, and her heart skipped a beat. Trying to keep her cool, she fumbled along the wall, trying to find the light switches.

Her petite body shook slightly when she realized she couldn't find them.

Suddenly, a presence could be felt behind her, so close that she couldn't reach for her weapons. 'It' was so close she could feel its icy breath on the nape of her neck. She shivered and held her breath, afraid to breathe. Before Mireille could even reach for her weapons, a cold hand covered her mouth and nose. The stranger's free hand held none other than a knife to her throat. Only then did she realize that the presence behind her was a male. Relaxing a bit, she felt the knife close to slitting her throat. And so, she stretched out her hand to reach for it, but her action was cut off as her world faded to black. The stranger had let go of her and forced her to lose consciousness by hitting the back of her neck. "Ushishishi~" was the last thing she heard.

A mansion could be seen in the distance.

Mireille was treading towards said mansion. Once inside, she met a seemingly younger version of herself by the corridor. The younger girl did nothing but glance at her before running off.

Following her younger self, Mireille began to feel uncomfortable as she sees herself smiling at a boy who appears to be about her age, if not older. Blonde hair framed his face, and a tiara hung low on his head. Mireille felt warmth and safety from his green orbs for some reason. When he opened his mouth to say something to her younger self, she could hear nothing. Try as she did, but there was still nothing.

Nothing but an "Ushishishi~" and then, she woke up.

Once she opened her eyes, a familiar presence was in front of her face. Mireille studied the stranger. He was a young man with blond hair whose fringe covered his face and made her unable to see what he was thinking. On top of that, the very same tiara from her dream was hanging on his ridiculously messy hair, and he had a maniacal grin on his face.

A Prince.