Haven't written in a while, I know. So maybe I'll update one of my other older stories (as soon as I remember where they were going). These are a series of one-shots in AU between the 1st and 10th family. I don't own Reborn or any of its characters.

Murkuro: 17

Chrome: 15

Chapter 1: I Should've Asked For A Boy

The Spade estate was eerily quiet this evening. Despite the drama that took place earlier, Daemon sighed as he couldn't wait to get into bed and drift into slumber with his wife, Elena. The blunette went to his personal wine cabinet and pulled out a glass of red wine for sip for himself and his beloved before he'd turn in (and maybe get a little action tonight.) Grabbing two glasses he proceeded to his bedroom before hearing the noise of someone quietly sobbing. The stealthy Daemon leaned against the wall and placed the wine and glasses gently on the floor as he slowly crept closer to the door.

"A-A-And… h-he came u-up to us… a-a-and… he… he… waaah…"

"Oh, Chrome, it's okay. He meant well; he's just having a hard time seeing his little girl grow up…"

Chrome choked up a little. "H-He scared him away… a-a-and now h-he won't t-t-talk to me… B-Boss said h-he'd get over it, b-but Murkuro said h-he d-d-did it for my own good…" she continued sniffing as Elena tried to comfort the girl, "… a-an-and it was t-t-to protect my innocence."

"Well, your father was wrong, and I'm going to have a talk with him when he comes back. Now, how about we get a snack and you go to bed. I promise everything will be fine in the morning."

Daemon looked sullenly on the floor after hearing that. He didn't overstep his bounds when he saw her with that boy, did he? He had little time to think it over as he heard footsteps within the room. The illusionist grabbed his glasses and wine and stumbled out of the hall before the two women would notice.

Vongola's senior illusionist scoffed as he walked toward the library. "That girl should be thanking me. She doesn't know what that… that… that… "thing" would've done to hear. If I was his age…" Daemon smirked at the thought of himself when he was 15; flirting, cuddling, kissing, grab assing, bra unhooking… Before his thoughts drifted any further, he grimaced at the thought of another boy doing that to Chrome, especially him. It'd be one thing if it was any frail thing from that high school, but he was never to be allowed to court his daughter. After all, he was that bastard's son. Just the thought made his scythe appear in his hands as he grinded his teeth loud enough to echo in the estate.

Elena and Chrome looked wearily around the kitchen as Daemon had grinded his teeth. "Is there a raccoon in the house?" Chrome adorably asked. Elena shrugged as she pulled out her cell phone and called for Daemon.

Murkuro yawned out of his room and followed the clawing of Daemon's teeth. The grinding was loud enough to wake the eldest child from his sleep. He sleepily looked at his father in his strange position. One had to wonder if his hair would stand up and glow gold under all that rage.

"If you get any madder, you may blow up the house and kill us all," Murkuro got his father's attention as he angrily glared at his son. The young Spade took a step back. "Before you decide ascend and kill the rest of us, might I ask why?"

Daemon glared at his son before asking him to sit in the library with him. The father glanced at his folded hands as wished he had that bottle of wine with him now to forget about this mess until the morning, but explaining to his wife why he chose to sleep on a vomit stained floor instead of her would be hassle. Looking up at his son, he shamefully asked, "Am I a bad father."

Murkuro gave the one response Daemon didn't expect at the moment: he chuckled. The young illusionist slid to the right as a Moby Dick novel flew past his head. "I'm being serious, boy! Do you think I'm a bad father?"

Murkuro's chuckling ceased as he gave his father a serious stare. Watching Daemon's mischievous smirk and sneaky eyes hiding in this shell of a man bothered him. He gave his son a sorrowful look and was surprised he was this concerned.

"Bad isn't the word to describe you. If I wanted a bad father, I'd ask go stay with uncle G," a slight smirk crept in Daemon's face after hearing that. "If we weren't Vongola, I'd swear child services would be there in seconds flat to take young Hayato away. Of course, no one would want someone that ugly." Murkuro was glad to keep that smirk on his father's face for a bit. "Is this because of what happened today with… him?" Murkuro bitterly spat out as Daemon nodded.

"It's not just him. You've seen your sister; she's growing up. She's a beautiful, elegant young woman in bloom in a world filled with filthy young men that'll try to take advantage of her. As the most important men in her lives, it is our duty to make sure she is not defiled by any of them, especially him," Daemon looked up and contemplated on what he told Chrome about boys…

Three months ago

Daemon walked into Chrome's room and watched as she was humming a tune and packing her book bag for her first day of high school tomorrow. He was so proud of his daughter – she was smart, talented illusionist, beautiful, and innocent. However, Elena kept reminding him that she was growing up, and eventually things would change in high school. She would change, and that was NOT acceptable.

"When you get to high school, Chrome, you're going to notice that some monkeys… urgh, boys… will try to get you to do things – physical things," Daemon sat beside Chrome on her bed as she tilted her had at her father.

"What kinds of things?"

"Bad things. Naughty things that if you allow them to do, you'll go to hell," Chrome's eyes bugged wide open as Daemon continued. "And each time you do those things with a boy, you'll go to hell and have a piece of skin peeled off you and roasted into a fine strip of bacon they'll make you eat, and you don't want that do you?" Chrome shook her head as her eyes welled up. "There's more Chrome, and I'm not leaving until you're well informed about how filthy and evil boys are."

"D-D-Does that mean it'll happen if I hugged boss or Murkuro?"

"Hugging your brother is different from what I'm talking about. He's family, and he has no intention of ever doing that to you, and Giotto's brat is too stupid to do something like that," Daemon rolled on. "Chrome, I'm your father and I'm looking out for your best interest at heart, and when the day comes that you decide you're ready to find love, I'll search the ends of the Earth for the perfect man for you. Spoiler though, that man doesn't exist…" Chrome began to cry after hearing that comment. The illusionist tried to calm his daughter down before…

"DAEMON!" Elena screamed as ran to Chrome's side. Daemon jumped back as his wife glared at him. "What are you telling her!"

"The things you didn't – about how filthy creatures boys are, how Satan will devour her skin like bacon if she decides to do those things with her, and no man in history will ever be good enough for her. Also, if she gets pregnant, she'll die…" Chrome's wailing got louder as Elena's glare intensified.

"Get out…"

"But Elena…"

"NOW!" Daemon darted out the room before he felt his wife's wrath.

Back to the Present

"My own daughter disregarded the facts of life and now she's paying for it. I've failed as a father… Argh, why couldn't she be a boy?" Daemon thought out loud.

"You have me, dad."

"I didn't want you, your mother did," he ignored Murkuro's shocked expression. "I asked for a girl because I knew if it was a boy he'd be as much of a hellraiser as I was when I was young. Sure enough you turned out a lot worse."

Murkuro lowered his eyes and scowled, "anything else you want to tell me other than me being a mistake?"

"You're a horrible human being and no one will love you, not even me. Your mother is just in denial and amusing you," Daemon watched Murkuro glare at him as he chuckled to himself. "Regardless, I need your help on how to handle Chrome and… him."

"Hmm, as much as I don't like it, she's going to become defiant and we're just going to have to accept it. Chrome…"

"No…"

"Has…"

"Don't you dare say it!"

"A…"

"That's it! I'm disowning you!"

"Boyfriend." Murkuro smirked at his father's angry reaction. "Despite how I feel about him as well, would you rather it be one of those weakling, dumb jocks trying to grope innocent Chrome? His attitude and his issues with personal space will keep him in check from inappropriately touching her. If anything, you should worry she might instigate it."

Daemon looked at Murkuro in outrage. On the one hand, he knew his son was messing with him because of the comments he made. Still, what if his little angel wasn't as innocent as he believed? Not every girl in the school was as harmless or chaste as her, and they may even try to corrupt her.

"That's it; I'm pulling her out of that school."

"That won't work. Mother wouldn't allow it, and I doubt Chrome will accept it."

"Hmph. I'm the man of this house and what I say goes," Daemon confidently crossed his arms as Murkuro rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you remind that to mother?"

Daemon mumbled, "She told me not to say that in the house, and she laughed at the idea."

Murkuro smirked, "of course she did. Chrome is changing. She doesn't even want me to hover around her anymore. Granted, that's probably the doing of that Hana girl she's been hanging out with, but I'm trying to respect it. Not my fault I worry about her too. I've seen some of the girls at the high school; hell, I've been with a few of them."

Daemon smiled, "yes, you have my looks and my charm with the ladies, that's for sure. Not to mention my perfect hair."

"Yeah, perfect…" Murkuro rolled his eyes.

"Watch it, boy!"

"If you don't give Chrome her space, eventually she really does something you won't like. Just think about it…"

"Hmmm," Daemon contemplated as he placed his hand on his chin.

Daemon's Imagination

"Chrome, how did this happen!" Daemon looked at pregnant Chrome as she rubbed her belly.

"You know, I did a little this, and little that. And look, I'm not in hell and my skin is perfectly healthy!" she proudly remarked.

"You're pregnant!"

"Oh yeah, that. Well, it's not all that bad. I'll love him or her no matter what," she blushed at the idea.

Daemon gritted his teeth. "And what about the father?"

"Oh yeah. Well," she tapped her fingers together nervous on how to explain this to her dad, "As soon as I figure out who he is, we'll figure it out. I have a couple ideas."

"C-C-Chrome… why would you put yourself in that situation?"

"Because you didn't respect me to do the right thing! You hurt every boy I brought home, tried to keep me from leaving the house, and keep me from going to high school. Do you know what kind of hell that is?"

"I-I-I was just trying to protect you…"

"I don't need your ****ing protection!" Chrome yelled as Daemon stepped back appalled at his daughter.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that…"

"I'll speak to you however the **** I want! Now, I need to make a couple of phone calls to figure out who the daddy is," she walked away from her father while giving him the finger.

Daemon gritted his teeth so hard you can see chunks of calcium fall from his mouth. "I won't have a whore for a daughter!"

"Fine! I'm leaving, and after I have this kid, I'm going to be a stripper. And I'm going to like it! And I'm going to move in with one of my boyfriends. HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT YOU *******!" Chrome stomped out as Daemon slumped against the wall trying to figure out how his little girl got this way."

Back to reality

Murkuro watched his father space out for several minutes before coughing. Daemon jumped out his daydream and looked toward his son. "We must stop Chrome from becoming a whore!"

The young illusionist sighed. "You completely messed the point. How are you still alive?"

"Shut up."

"I was trying to say the tighter you hold onto her, the more likely she rebel. She has to make mistakes and you've got to trust her to do the right thing, and you have to respect her even if she makes questionable decisions."

Daemon looked at his son for a moment. He knew he was right. "Why do you know all this? DID YOU GET THAT M.M. GIRL PREGNANT!"

"W-What? NO!" Murkuro jumped back. "Although, I have been enough girls with daddy issues to know what NOT to do with Chrome."

Daemon got silent after hearing that. "You shouldn't bring any of those girls around your mother. You think I'm bad with Chrome, wait until she gets her hands on you!"

"Yeah, I've already had this problem with mom. Unlike you, she knows how to be discreet about it."

Daemon grunted as he heard footsteps coming down the hall. Elena walked in holding Chrome as the two men looked at them. The daughter shyly looked down having a hard time looked at her father.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I didn't think you'd be that angry. A-At least it's someone you know," Chrome quietly stated.

"Had it been someone else I wouldn't be as angry, but my archnemesis's son? It's… difficult to just think about. The last thing I need is that tonfa wielding…"

"Daemon," Elena glared at him as he stopped his rant.

"I'm sorry, but it's hard to see your angel grow up before your own eyes. Someday you'll understand if you ever have children… when you're 40, and married. Any younger and you'll combust into flames and go straight to hell…" he regretted saying it as Chrome jumped back wide-eyed. Elena's glare intensified as Murkuro smacked his head.

"You're an idiot."

"Start packing boy. I don't want to see you in the morning. Otherwise… POW!"

"Daemon, go to bed."

"But Elena… I-I'm the man of this house, and w-what I s-say…"

"Shut up and go to bed."

"Yes ma'am," the Spade patriarch lowered his head and slid out the library. The said man of the house was defeated today, but he was sure he'd learn something on how to handle Chrome and her "future endeavors" better. Although, he was going to have to sharpen his scythe before she'd bring any of her suitors home. You can never be too sure what those boys might have on their mind. He gave a vile smirk as he returned to the bedroom.