I will not repeat what I will type down below. Please remember.
Except for the last part. I'll repeat that phrase every damn time. Ha-ha.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Akira Amano does. And oh! He owns all the characters too. Except my lovely OC
All the characters in this story are fictional. And they have their own opinions also.
It's not too late for this right?
This story is slightly AU. Has many cursing, and maybe wrong grammar? In advance, I will say sorry because of the inaccurate translations below. I used google translate btw. The conversations that are in Japanese have translations below.
And please review! I would really appreciate it.
Thank you for belladu57 who made the first review. I greatly value and appreciate your opinion.
"A genius?"
"I heard she is. They said she started talking and reading the same time she learned to walk."
"How old is she anyway?"
"Two years old I guess."
"As expected of the Phalanx Family."
Hundreds of eyes stared at me as mother held my hand while descending the stairway. Her eyes were as cold as ice. But her hand gripping mine hard, desperate to keep me beside her.
The other families are looking at me with expectations. They must be thinking that I am a genius of some sort. What they don't know is it is easier to read, learn and write the second time around. I almost smirked at the thought.
Learning Italian is easy when everyone around you is speaking the language. It's only been two years since the shocking revelation. I am now the daughter of the heir of Phalanx Famiglia. What surprised me is the fact that the Phalanx Famiglia is on par with the Vongola, in terms with weapon, intelligence and power. The only thing that sets us off from the Vongola are the rings, obviously. I just found out that we don't have that kind of thing.
"Welcome. We are thankful that all of our allied families attended the ball we organized for the celebration of the birthday of my daughter," she paused. "Minerva Phalanx. We humbly offer our thanks, especially to the Vongola for helping us with our recent transactions." My mother gave a small smile.
The murmurs and whispers started as if on cue. The stage, where we are standing feels so tall that it made me nervous. My habit when I'm nervous, which is playing with the choker my mother gave me a year ago, started kicking in. All the mafia bosses and their expected heirs are standing below us. The weaker mafia families are also trying to associate themselves with the stronger ones. I scoffed at the thought. They are all trying their hardest to act friendly to each other, although the tense atmosphere is betraying their fake attempts.
"Minerva, look at me," mother called my attention as she crouch down to level her height with mine. "As much as I hate to let you go, I need to associate myself with those bastards below."
I glanced at the crowd below. "Then I'll go back to my room and read," I suggested. This is mostly what I've been doing for the past two years. Spending time with my mom, then reading books if she's too busy with her work. Being the next in line as the next boss is a hard task after all.
"No. Don't go and lock yourself in your room. Go play with Reborn like a two year old child will do."
I inwardly face palmed. "I'd rather go and be kidnapped, thank you very much," I murmured as I retreated back to where we first entered.
"What are you whispering about little girl?" Mother asked, clearly hearing what I was muttering about.
"I said I'll go play with nice Brother Reborn. He'll definitely treat me with care!" I sarcastically shout back.
Reborn is... Reborn, I guess. I definitely remember that being a jerk is a huge part of his character in the manga. It's what made Reborn... well, him. Right now, he's still a douche. He barely remembers that I'm just a two year old girl for pete's sake. He orders me around, starting on, 'it seems like we don't have anything to do. Somehow a note ended up in my pocket saying that..' and so on and so forth.
Currently, he's planning to train me on how to handle a gun. A two year old. (I initially wondered if there are firearms suited for a freaking toddler. Then I remembered his cursed/infant form. If it doesn't exist, then Reborn will make it exist.)
A huge part of me is seriously against idea, but there's a voice inside my head is screaming that I should go and try his idea.
Maybe I should try distancing from him, I thought. In just two years my mind is turning to be like him. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a big problem. His way of thinking is rational, which is good, but his methods are entirely off course from the 'safe zone'.
"Minerva," he greeted as he lifted his cup of espresso. I thought we only serve wine?
I found him in the mansion's garden, relaxing with his legs crossed. For those who are curious, he is not in his baby form, (yet) and yes, Reborn is drop dead gorgeous like what is portrayed in the manga. Right now though, his younger self is everything but elegant. He is not like Sebastian Michaelis from Black Butler, he's more like the sniper in Tenkuu Shipan.
He placed his fedora on the space beside him, the little chameleon's tail dangling. I smiled. Leon was given to him by someone. That's the most information I could ever get, and he would ever tell me. No one knows where the man came from. The only other thing I know is that he's some OP character that was turned into baby form. Or will be reduced into baby form. Nonetheless, he is still (will be?) cute when he is a baby. A cute sadistic baby.
"Mother told me to stay with you," I informed him. He continued drinking his espresso as I attempted to sit on the chair beside him. The chair was too high for me though, so I used the circular white metal table's intricate metal design as a ladder. Eventually, I reached the chair and was able to sit down.
"She doesn't trust you to be alone." he smirked. I sneered at him. "You're the one whom she doesn't trust, Reborn. That's why I'm here babysitting a 22 year old guy."
He glared at me. I smirked, taunting him. The fact that Reborn needs to restrain himself from kicking me feels good. I can taunt him any time and in any way. In the manga, Reborn is fond of kicking Tsuna. But right now, he can't do that to me. I'm only two and he's like, an old man. (I know, an exaggeration, but you get the point.) If I'm in a manga, I'll be sent flying to who-knows-where. But this isn't manga or shit. I'll be immediately killed once his kick connected.
"Bro Reborn, have you seen a pineapple bastard?" I asked out of no where.
"How did you know that word?"
"What word?"
"Bastard," he said.
My mouth formed an 'o'. "Oh that? Don't worry, I know worse words than that," I waved off as if a two year old cursing, cussing and knowing vulgar things is normal. Well in my defense, a two year old girl shouldn't be speaking and walking at an early age also. So to make it short, I'm extraordinary, therefore I'm allowed to cuss.
He stared at me weirdly which made me feel awkward. "Anyway, back to the topic at hand, have you seen a pineapple bastard?"
"Where is this conversation going?" He asked, not pleased at my language. Pfft, he should read my mind. Then he'd know that I curse fifty times a day. Partly just to entertain myself, the other part is for pure reflex.
"This is going where I want this to go brother," I said with finality.
Reborn's not really my brother, obviously. I'm just calling him that since I don't want to call him uncle or something. It'll be awkward once he turned into an arcobaleno. Anyway, another reason is he acts like a brother to me. An overly violent brother, but still a brother. He lets me do my weird antics, but at some times, he doesn't. He taunts me and I will taunt him too. Then he'll be mad. Then I'll back off, because I don't want to die an early death.
But then again, maybe I will. This is the Mafia, and the Mafia doesn't care about how old are you when you die. You just need to deal with it.
I admit that at first, I'm a little uneasy when I discovered I'm inside familiar story I read when I was 16 years old while in my who-knows-where world. It's a shock, to know that you're in another world. Although, what's more shocking is that I adapted really quick, which is probably because I was distracted of being a baby. Sure, all I did when I'm a year old in here was eat and sleep but most of the time I would cry because I have this really uncomfortable feeling. Anyway, it took me a year to grow my perfect set of teeth. I don't know if that was too fast, but I mainly drink milk for that reason anyway. And for me to be tall in the future.
It's more easy to walk than to talk without teeth. But when I first tried to do the former, I fell on my knees at the same time I attempted to stand. But either way, it's fun bouncing with diapers.
Back to the current situation, our conversation somehow escalated quickly from food to mafia politics. The topics we discussed about bake goods moved to street food to gourmet. Then somehow to mafia politics, then to the cold war happening between the Phalanx and the Cervello.
News flash.
The manga left out some serious information. There are two groups that rules the black market, and those groups need to be neutral at all costs. They should also have a representative in every famiglia.
As a sign of neutrality, those two groups wears masks.
The Cervello is the first one. That's why every mafia has their own Cervello. They are chosen to judge games that identify the heir of the famiglias because they had proven that they are not biased. (Such as what happened in the manga)
The other one is, I don't fucking know.
You see, I knew that Cervello rules the black market and whats not because I have read the future (literally) and I've done a little poking around.
I also heard the those two groups clash every now and then, because as Cervello's attitude are very contained and calm, the other group was their entire opposite. They can end anyone who piss them off.
"You shouldn't bother yourself with politics, you're not the heir anyway," Brother Reborn told me.
I rolled my eyes. Heir or not, I'll be dragged in those matters in one way or another. But I guess I'll just slack off for the mean time.
"You are the birthday girl am I right?"
I examined the man in tuxedo. Maybe he's in his 40's or 50's. His jet black hair carefully waxed. His features exhausted beyond imagination.
I nodded absentmindedly, answering his question. My dumbstruck eyes looking at the man, his features somewhat familiar. But what made me stare in awe was the glowing flames around him. He's literally surrounded by flames.
Sky flames, a voice inside my head whispered.
"Nono!" A voice called behind me.
My jaw dropped when I remembered him. It's Timoteo! Seriously!?
He turned sideways to look at the man who called him. His elegance can be seen just by smiling. I wonder why he looks so young. Then again, I don't even know where exactly am I in the timeline. Maybe I totally ruined the timeline or something. Seeing Reborn's not an arcobaleno really panics the hell out of me.
"What is it?" Ninth asked, the authority in his voice is very evident.
"The Chiavarone Famiglia requests help. They are in the middle of a war. And they're losing men quite rapidly."
Ninth raised his right eyebrow. I suspected he do this always, for the one he's talking to did not react to the feminity.
I'm still starstrucked though. Just right now, I realized what mess I am in. Hell, I don't even know if I'm already dead in my past life. I just started to claim I was reborn because of reflex, and that automatic claiming came from reading too much self-insert fanfics.
Bloody hell, I just assumed I'm accustomed to this world because I've been with Reborn for two years. And I realized just now that being with him fucks your mind. He's the main character, I think. His name is in the title of the manga (so he probably is the mc), or is Tsuna the main protagonist? Nevermind.
Back to the topic, the only thing I know is that I shouldn't go and be starstrucked all the time because I get to meet the characters. It'll be a problem if they start to ask why am I fangirling. I can't even lie, people in here are no joke.
I snapped out of my thoughts when Nono spoke. "Where is their boss anyway?"
"The Chiavarone boss is currently knocked out," the man said, his posture straight and his face neutral.
I tried not to laugh at what he said.
"I understand, send reinforcements. You're dismissed," Ninth said ending their conversation.
With Ninth's last word, the man took off and I'm alone with the Ninth Vongola Boss for the second time.
"So what do we have here little miss?"
The fact is, he is expecting me to speak. He's expecting a two year old to speak with him? He must be insane for expecting me to answer him, but now that I think about it, no one in the mafia is really sane.
"Flames," I replied, saying the first word that came into my mind.
He was silent for a moment then smiled. "I'm surprised you can see those. Though I don't know what to do with it. Only my mother, you and I are the only ones who saw it."
What am I thinking? Of course he wouldn't know anything about it, the knowledge about what flames can do will not be known now, or even later. It will happen in the far future, where Tsuna is already twenties. And from what I see from the age of Nono right now, it will happen in roughly 30 to 40 years from now.
Then it hit me.
SHIT. I'M TOO OLD IN THE FUTURE ARC. THEN WHAT WILL BE MY AGE WHEN THE PLOT STARTS?
Maybe 25 years old to 30, a voice at the back of my head spoke.
BLOODY HELL. I'M TOO OLD.
"Little miss, can I ask you a favor?" His eyes full of seriousness.
"What is it mister?" I said. After a moment, I panicked seeing his eye twitch. Maybe it's his Hyper Intuition telling him I already know his name but I decided to not let him know it.
"I ask you not to tell anyone what you saw today," he told me.
I nodded as a response. I will really not tell anybody about what I saw because I promised, and partly because of my personal gain. I don't want to ruin the future. If I ruin it right now, who knows what will happen in the future? Even my knowledge about it will have no use, simply because I altered the past. And as a result, I also altered the future.
"That's all little miss, I need to go. I have to do something," he smiled at me. As he turned to walk away.
"Wait mister," I stopped him. "The boy, why did you took care of him-" I paused then mentally cursed myself. I just realized that Xanxus is not even alive yet.
I quickly bade my goodbye and continued my stride at the garden.
"Well, that's bullshit," I murmured, still sulking because I'm creating ripples in the canon here. And I'm not supposed to be doing that.
Just then, I bumped someone, hard enough that I fell on the floor, butt first.
Damn it, I should not space out like that.
"Sorry miss," I mumbled as I stumbled to look at the woman.
Her black hair was cut that it did not even reached her neck. She is wearing a a one piece dress I've never seen before, a coat and a strange huge hat. Ah, and there's a bump in her tummy.
Uh-oh.
She's pregnant?
But her face was familiar, so breathtakingly familiar. So I did not focus too much on studying her appearance.
"Really sorry miss," I repeated then bowed. I still feel guilty though. Not looking and bumping a pregnant woman like that.
"It's okay," she answered, a smile forming in her lips. "I can't have the birthday girl feeling guilty."
Her voice was so calm and gentle I thought I'm eating cotton candy.
Then I'm stunned. Again.
Seeing the emblem under her left eye was enough for me stand there, frozen.
"Luce."
"Reborn, お元気ですか？" (1) I was baffled because I don't know what she said. I suspect she answered in Japanese, but you can't easily tell. For people like me who don't speak or know Japanese, she might've used Korean or Mandarin. Those three languages are always so confusing. But I turned to look at who called her anyway.
"私はルーチェ元気です。しかし、彼女のようなガキを扱うことはありません。" (2) I saw Reborn walking towards us, hands in his pocket and his fedora placed on his head.
Damn. Reborn does really appear out of nowhere, doesn't he?
I was about to talk when I realized why am I stunned right now. Dang. The Eight Giglio Nero boss and soon-to-be the Sky Arcobaleno is in front me. I can die right now folks.
Well that's silly, cause I don't even know if I'm supposed to be dead or what.
Luce laughed. "Now, now, Reborn. Don't be too harsh on her."
They finally talked in some language I understand. Praise the shit! Well, when you look at it, I already know two languages, English and Italian. I badly want to learn German, French and Greek. But I guess it really takes time.
"I'm not harsh on her, I'm like her tortu- tutor I mean," I sticked my tongue at him. He smirked. I rolled my eyes, a little pissed. Bloody hell Reborn, I'm gonna have my revenge someday.
"Bro Reborn is really a demon Miss," I informed her. My fingers playing with the pendant attached to my choker. She noticed this and said, "What a beautiful choker."
I beamed at her. "It's from mother, she says it's an heirloom of some sort," I told her. My eyes staring at the Giglio Nero emblem under her left eye.
I remember when mother approached me while reading a psychology book. She smiled at me then showed me the choker she hid behind her. The choker is made of black velvet with a silver Scarab in the middle, delicate metal chains hanging around the choker and a pendant shaped like a bow and arrow faced downwards. In the middle of the pendant is a diamond. It fastens using an adjustable silver plated hook and chain clasp. The crystal looks like diamond, but I can't be sure. I'm not into stones and gems.
"What is that mother?" I asked, curiosity evident in my voice.
She sat beside me in the mansion's library. The chair screeching as she pulled it beside me. She let out a laugh then suddenly scowled.
"Damn it. I forgot the case," she disappointedly said. My mother is not the motherly type, not even the calm type. She's being herself. She never restricts her vulgar words when I'm with her, that's why grandpa always shouts at her for polluting a baby's mind.
"It's okay mother, I won't use the case, I think," I said, eyeing the choker that is now lying on the table. "Why are you showing it to me anyway?" I asked.
"It's the family heirloom of the Phalanx Famiglia. It is passed to the oldest daughter of the heir," she stated.
"So technically, you and grandma wore this before me?"I asked. The idea of wearing a family heirloom somewhat makes me feel special.
"Yeah? But you know, after your grandma gave me this, I hid it somewhere in my room. After there it was stuck there for years," she continued to explain.
"Then you saw it today because you're searching for something you lost last week," I continued it for her.
"Yes. And I'm giving this to you."
Luce smiled as if she remembered a joke from a long time ago. "The choker really suits you. From here, I will excuse myself. See you again Minerva. And Reborn?"
"それは何ですか？" (3) Reborn said (in a different language again. I think he's doing it in purpose, just to make me feel left out. What a douche.),his hands still in his pocket.
"Take care of her," she ordered Reborn.
I scoffed. Reborn? Really? He will never take care of me, make my life miserable me maybe.
"Don't go scoffing there ," she said as she saw me. "You know Minerva? Reborn is a nice guy. He saved me once from a falling boulder."
I was going to reply something intelligent when I noticed something.
She's not moving. I've counted 15 seconds more but she's still not moving. She's just staring in blankness or in a void we cannot see. Reborn was just going to approach her but she recovered and shook her head.
She suddenly placed her hands on my shoulders and leveled her face with mine. Her eyes full of desperation, her breath seemed a little faster and her hands gripping my shoulder hard.
"Minerva," she said. "Be safe."
Then she released me and stood straight. I stared at her in confusion. The temperature seemed to raise a little bit higher. I don't know what the heck happened, but I'm damn sure that it is somewhat important.
"That's the least that I can do," the Giglio Nero boss murmured. "I hope fate will let them survive."
The toddler, Minerva, is staring at Luce's back, wondering what the soon-to-be the Sky Arcobaleno meant. Is it a warning? Or am I just paranoid?, Minerva thought.
Reborn on the other hand, is fully aware of what happened to Luce. She saw the future, Reborn thought. I want to know what will happen, but Luce believes in maintaining fate.
Meanwhile inside the mansion, Lisse, Minerva's mother, is staring at the crowd before her, her hands in her pocket. Lisse's long white hair is on a high ponytail. Her eyes are darting back and forth while staring at the crowd.
"Milady?" A voice called from behind.
She turned to face their family butler. "Is everything ready?" Her face quickly changed from her usual I-don't-care look to a serious one.
"Yes, Milady. The Queen of United Kingdom is now in our receiving room," the butler said as he bowed.
"I don't understand why she requested to see me," Lisse said, annoyed.
Lisse then walked in the silent hallways of their mansion as she left the noisy crowd behind her, her loyal butler following behind her. Lisse's footsteps echoed through the hallway as she approached a large door engraved with gold markings. Two royally dressed man stood side by side, both holding a gun and a sword.
She entered without hesitation, while the butler stood outside waiting for her return. She walked inside the large room, the huge chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling illuminates the room. Under it, was a fair looking woman dressed in an extravagant way. The woman's dress seemed to glow as the rays of light hit it.
Lisse sat in front of the woman, she crossed her legs, not minding if the woman see the soles of her shoe full of earth. Lisse didn't mind dirtying the carpet anyway.
"What do you need this time Your Highness?" she said. Her business like voice rang in the silent atmosphere.
The woman laughed, her face clearly not matching her age. At the age of 25 she became the queen after the current king and queen's death. Her parents, failing to have a son, is what placed the woman in the position. Currently ruling United Kingdom for 30 years, the country is now at its highest peak.
"Let's cut the bull, shall we Queen Margaret?" Lisse said, her voice impatient. "Act like a Queen, damn it."
"Don't be too angry dear, you know you looked more older than I, are you even aware?" the woman replied.
"Come on your Royal Highness, let us be serious in here. I don't believe you visited me here to tease me," Lisse said with finality.
"You are always straight forward and vulgar, even though a Queen is before you," she mildly shook her head. "We know you are aware of some Mafia Famiglias raging in my territory. Because of the power of the treaty between the United Nations and the Mafia Alliance, we cannot execute the right punishment, for it will void the treaty and will cause a large scale war."
Lisse was silent for a moment. The problem was not that easy but also not that hard. But even though this might as well end in war or in peace, she thought it's not up to her to decide.
She bit her lip. "Have you talked to the Vongola? To the Giglio Nero? I'm sure you know that the Mafia Alliance is consisted of the five most powerful Families in the Mafia."
"We are well aware. The Vongola suggested we ask the Phalanx, the Giglio Nero wanted your famiglia to decide, as well as the two other Mafia Families," Queen Margaret informed. She carefully watched Lisse as she calmly and seriously struggled.
Lisse feels as if being suffocated. She wanted to curse the families that made a real mess in England. She doesn't want problems piling after the other. "Have you asked father? He is the current Phalanx Boss."
"I am sure you have deduced what he said."
Damn right, she thought. He must've thrown it all to me, me being the next boss and all.
"Alright Your Highness. We'll take care of it," she finally said.
"I see," the Queen replied. "You've always been a responsible child," Queen Margaret laughed, her mind recounting her memories with the woman when she was a child. "I assume your daughter will be a replica of you, literally and figuratively."
"Thank you, Your Highness," Lisse said.
"It's my pleasure to be talking with you, like this," the Queen continued.
"The pleasure is mine Your Highness," Lisse finally smiled. "And I deeply thank you for being with and befriending my mother."
"Do not thank me, your mother is my closest friend. Without her, the treaty would not be possible."
"REBORN! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH MY BOOKS!"
"I didn't, idiot."
I screamed. "YOU DIDN'T?! THEN WHY THE HELL IS MY BOOKS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOUNTAIN IN OUR PRIVATE ISLAND?! YOU THINK THEY TRIED TO HIKE?!"
When I turned to glare at him, he's in a camping costume. My anger intensified. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL REBORN?"
"Let's go get your books and go to the private island. And while in there, let's check the forest."
"CURSE YOU REBORN. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO PLACED IT THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!"
Then a loud airy sound appeared.
"Oh. The airplane is already here. Faster Minerva," he said as he grabbed my shirt from behind and carried me.
"STOP SCHEMING REBORN!"
"It's coincidence. Fate is really a good companion."
"MOTHEEEEEEEEEEER!"
(1) "How are you?"
(2) "I'm fine Luce. But dealing with the brat is not."
(3) "What is it?"