Warnings: Rape, Murder, Pedophilia, the works.

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Any characters and/or familiar plots in this fan fiction belong to Akira Amano. Anything unfamiliar with the audience belongs to me.

Chapter 1

Pilot

"Monday! Stay close!" The eleven year old ignored me, waving her lithe arms to keep her balance on the sidewalk path.

I sighed in frustration, running a hand through my honey blonde hair before turning forward to watch where I was going. The night was cool, which was nice, but suspiciously darker than normal. There were no cars despite this being a populated road, and I was getting more and more annoyed the further my younger sister wandered away from me.

Out of all the days to be fucking annoying!

Note to self, never bring Monday to an art exhibition again—scratch that, never bring Monday out with me. Period.

"Monday Hightower!" She didn't respond, head tilted to look up at a tall structure, one of the few along the street. The street lights made her honey blonde hair orange, and the white dress she wore illuminate with a strange light.

I cursed under my breath when she didn't gift me with her brown eyes, stuffing my hands deeper in my pockets. "Monday!" I yelled louder, stopping in my tracks. She travelled towards the back of a building, and I tilted my head to watch her come around the other side.

Except she didn't.

I frowned, suspicion and worry worming in my gut. I waited a little longer, wondering... "Monday?" I called after an appropriate amount of time. I crossed the street and followed the path she had taken. "Monday?" I stopped upon turning into a circular area at the back of the building, trash cans pushed against the structure in a semicircle.

Breathless grunts emitted from twisted figures near the middle of the ring, a smaller, paler body whimpering painfully as the larger form drove upward, oblivious to my presence.

I watched, white dress bunched in large hands near Monday's hips, her formless legs hanging limply from the standing male's waist. Because it was a male. It was obviously a male.

"S-Sunny," She gasped, brown eyes meeting mine over the man's shoulder, small hands clutching at the fabric of his jacket. Tears collected around her lower eyelids, and I wondered, why wasn't she crying, why isn't she crying? why isn't she crying! Why isn't she crying?!

This man, to Monday, he was—

"Sunny, help me!"

I know. I know, I know, I know, I know!

This man was—

"Sunny!"

I was processing this. I was processing that this man—to Monday, he was—and that I had to stop him. My mind was working. My mind knew what was happening and what I needed to do.

But my body wasn't moving.

I was shaking.

I was fucking shaking.

I was scared.

Why?

"Sunny!"

Move! Move, move, move, move, move—

"Sunday!"

MOVE!

And then I was screaming, running towards my little sister and using the momentum of my sprint to pry both of them apart. Monday landed on the cement. The male stumbled. My left hand snatched a piece of wood leaning against a trash can as I pivoted, arms raised, voice screaming, a thunk as it met his temple. He fell, and I raised the wood again, body trembling in fear, Monday's cries ringing in my head, thoughts of againagainagain and killhimkillhimkillhim and whathedidtoMonday!

The weapon came down again, a glint of metal, the wood meeting his skull, a bang, Monday screaming, pain, and then the world went dark.

Thanks to:

MissEccentricWriter (for that summary!)

Heh Heh.

What am I doing?

I just have too many ideas. This fanfiction's just for fun. I don't know when I'll update again.

This...I don't even remember how it came to me. It just did. The idea that is. The pilot was actually a nightmare I had in the beginning of June. I just tweaked the end a little, since I woke up around the moment Sunday died.

Heh Heh. Word play.

Well!

Please review!

—prince