A KHR Fanfiction

The slain man laid before her, body torn and and shattered. To be simple, the man was dead. Other dead bodies surrounded his. Only on heartbeat was heard throughout the entire room, the entire building, even. It belonged to a young girl, barely 11 years of age. She held one of the two silver pistols that she had brought along with her. The other was strewn amongst the dead bodies, a small pistol in the bloodiness and vastness of the large room.

The young girl had mismatched eyes, one brown and the other a silvery blue. Her hair was the blackest color, the darkest that one would get if they mixed up a whole tubful of the blackest paint found in the entire world. It glowed a reddish color in the sun, giving her hair a bloody hue. She was dressed in clothes that were as dark as her hair. A small, silver, downwards, crescent moon hung from her neck on a silver chain. Two other silver chains hung around her neck, one held two rings while the other held a dog tag with a black snowflake embedded on it. A rather large tattoo was revealed to the world as the wind blew her bangs aside slightly. On her left cheek was a black tattoo labeled 'XI'.

She laughed. It started out as a nervous, scared laugh. It slowly developed into a strong, amused laugh. She smiled at the dead body, knelt down to stroke the man's face, then kicked his body. Hard.

"You had it coming, sensei. It's bad to take advantage of little girls. You made a fool of us in class because we all didn't like the way you treated us. Almost all of us were raped by you and nobody was allowed to say anything. You threatened us. You killed one of us. This is what you get. What goes around, comes around."

Shiroku got up and exhaled the bloody smell from her lungs. The girl was a bit frightened that she had actually taken a human life. She felt as if she was being a slight bit too indulged in 'avenging' the other girls of her class. She went to look for the other half of the twin pistols that she had dropped, shrugging this fright off.

Finding it, Kuroyuki pocketed the two pistols as she left the now empty building. She walked through the streets and headed back to her home, her warm house, ready to tell her father what she had done. She was ready to tell her father that she had finally gotten over being the shy little girl in school who never spoke, ready to break out of the tiny confinement called loneliness. She was ready to take out the clothes that her enthusiastic mother had gotten for her at the beginning of the school year. Shiroku was ready to show her godfathers and her godmother her dying will and to her tutor that this little girl had finally matured and made her debut in the mafia world. She was ready to steal the place for Vongola eleventh from her useless older brother who had the wits of her father back when he was in school.

All she kept thinking was how happy her mother would be and how shocked her father and brother would be.

Reaching her front door, Shiroku took a deep breath, then stepped into the house while being careful of her kittens' food and water dishes. She heard loud noises coming from the kitchen, clanging of pots and pans and the yelling of voices and laughter. Shiroku peeked her head into the kitchen after hanging up her black leather coat. She saw the kitchen table surrounded with suited men who were all around her father's age. They were all her godfathers. And a godmother. Shiroku looked up from the table and saw her tutor, the only one wearing a hat in the house. She jumped when the silver haired man waved at her. Shiroku stepped out from behind the wall and bowed to her godfathers and her master. Her mother walked up behind her and gave her a hug.

"Welcome home, Shi-chan. I heard that you stood up for yourself today. I'm so proud of you. You finally showed everyone what a strong girl you are." Sawada Kyoko bent down and gave her daughter a peck on the cheek, hugging the little girl.

Shiroku's father sat up right after finishing his one thousand sit-ups and push-ups. He smiled at his daughter, ready to ask her a few questions to clear things up for him.

"Shiro-chan... You didn't really kill the man, did you?", Sawada Tsunayoshi questioned gently, a bit nervous from the news of his daughter's actions. He felt a rather hard object make contact with the side of his head and groaned after landing a few feet from where he had just flown from.

Leon, Reborn's transforming lizard, had turned into a rather large sledge hammer at the touch of Reborn's hand. The green sledge hammer was what made contact with the side of the mafia boss' head, despite the fact that the man should have already gotten used to the treatment. The sledge hammer changed back into a green lizard and settled himself on Reborn's hat.

"Tsuna. If you still have the energy to worry and freak out, that means you haven't trained enough. Do a thousand more." Reborn looked over at Shiroku and smiled slightly. "Forget your useless father. Let's all talk about you. I think you've already debuted in the mafia world, haven't you? You can take your spot in the mafia family but you still have to get your own family members."

Shiroku nodded fiercely, listening to what her tutor had to say, then felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Gokudera Hayato grinning at her. Shiroku looked over at the table full of mafioso and smiled, then bowed. "I hope I learn a lot from you guys!"