"What's the point of life if you aren't living? Why does everyone focus on useless things like money or fame or power. Why can't we focus on what makes us happy. Whether it's cooking or creating, painting or hacking, why can't we stop just surviving, and start truly living. That's what freedom is for, you know." -Me

Disclaimer - I do not own KHR or anything else that is mentioned in this story

Warning - ALL27, as in polyamory, as in, several people who love one person who loves them back. All. At. Once. This is a big thing here, so deal with it. Dark undertones. In later chapters, there will be mentions of things like torture, murder, pedophilia, and sex. If you can't handle it, leave. I won't write lemons or anything like that, however, I will make it clear that yes, it did indeed happen.

This is a Crackfic. I will butcher the timeline, and do whatever I want with the power of artistic license. If I want to do it like this, I'll do it like this. If I want to make a psychopath a good guy, I'll do so. If I want to keep Mukuro and the rest out of Vendicare, then that's what's going to happen. I'll take advice, but in the end, it's my story, and I'll do what I want.

Have fun.

In the middle of an isolated clearing, in a forest that was untouched by time and the hands of men, silent outside of the calls of the beasts and the rustling of leaves-

"Tsukiyume Sawada! Where exactly do you think you're going?" A worried voice called out, scattering nearby wildlife as they attempted to flee from the noise.

Okay, scratch that last bit. The rest is true though! Anyways, in this clearing, in this forest, upon the well known Mount Fuji, a life changing event would soon take place. After all, if there wasn't one, we wouldn't have a story to tell, now would we?

"Don't worry mama, I'm just going to explore a little, I won't go far!" A sweet, feminine voice responded to the first.

"Oh, is that all. It's fine then, go on." The nearby wildlife, who had come for some reason or another (you'll find out soon enough, don't worry) all sweatdropped at this response. What kind of mother would send their four year old child out in the forest by themselves without a worry?!

Meanwhile, the mother in question flashed a smirk that changed to a cheerful smile before anyone else could spot it. She didn't worry, after all, her precious daughter wasn't going to be taken down by a tumble down a hill or any such thing, she was much too smart for that. After all, who do you think taught her? There's no self-respecting ex-mercenary in the world who would leave their child without severe spartan training from a young age! Even if her darling child did encounter something troublesome, she would easily be there before anything had a chance to happen.

"All right mama, I'll be back in time for my language lessons!" At this last assurance, the tiny child went skipping off into the forest. Now, let's take a look at our heroine, shall we?

Smooth, gold-tinted skin covered a lithe, cat-like form, and as she moved through the forest, no animals fled, as it seemed that she was a part of it just like the rest of them. Each step was well placed, and her center of balance was so perfect, that the child was dashing and jumping of tiny outcropping and thin branches, with all the ease and grace of a hunting jaguar. Her mouths was in the form of a brilliant smile, that seemed to light up the surroundings, and make everything seem brighter, oversized canines glinting like ivory. Knee length, platinum blonde hair flowed behind her like the reflection of the moon upon the ocean's waves. Her eyes were brilliant, shining honey-brown, though recently, the left one had begun to turn the blue of the sky at the moment it began to turn to night, a blue so deep it seems to draw you in with the offer of freedom and acceptance, constantly swirling between darker blacks and lighter blues, with brilliant gold flecks that are reminiscent of stars glimmering in it's depths. Her form, while still retaining a hint of baby fat that wouldn't leave till her later years, was at the same time thin, and, if a well-trained person looked closely, her seemingly frail and thin form was corded with lean muscles under smooth, soft skin, that were unnoticeable to most.

As she moved like the forest like she was part of it, the trees seemed to sway to guide her in a certain direction, and the wind pushed her faster, speeding her along, as she continued, brightly colored birds flew just in front of her, keeping her attention as she continued to follow them. Her lips drew back further, smile feral, as she continued on. Something pulled at her, drove her to continue forth, and the wind seemed to whisper in her ears, this way, child of the forest, this way, daughter of fire and wind, though she was a rather sensible child, and so chalked it up to her imagination.

Soon, she noticed a clearing up ahead, and the pull seemed to grow even stronger than before, finally, as she burst into the clearing at a speed beyond that of what a human, much less a child, should have been able to handle, she came to an abrupt stop that threw even her balance off, leading to a series of flips and cartwheels in an attempt at slowing down. Euphoria fled her body as she stared in horror at the sight before her, which, despite her young age, she quickly recognized for what it was, as there were few who could match her maturity, even at her young age.

In the middle of the clearing, lay the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. It was a massive bird twice her side, with feather that resembled flames. The central color was, oddly enough considering the flame-like resemblance, red-blue, though there were oranges, crimson, deep blues, and greens as well. There were even several areas where white feathers were the central scheme throughout it's plumage. Each feather shone with an odd light that rippled and wavered, brightening and shadowing, like liquid fire. It's wings were huge as well, it's wingspan approximately 16 feet, and the primary feathers broke the color scheme, in that they were obsidian black, with glimmering gold patterns etching their way across it. It's tail feathers, meanwhile, were as long as the bird was tall, and there were five of them, each with an odd pattern that ended with a large dot, resembling peacock feathers. One had a blue color scheme, the next, green, the middle was pure white with crimson patterns, the next with orange, and the last with a red like that of a ruby. It had a flamelike crest upon it's head, that began with white, before flowing out to blue, which became red, before ending as orange.

However, seeing a phoenix was quickly accepted, as children aren't nearly as stiff as adults when it comes to things like this. Rather, she focused on what she considered the problem here, which was the fact that beautiful, silver blood was flowing freely from a huge gash across it's chest, staining it's white plumage. Quickly, she ran over to the bird, not thinking for a moment, of the possibility of it harming her, after all, despite her maturity, she was still a child, and children rarely think of such things. Pulling out some bandages that she always made sure to carry with her (remember Tsuki-chan, anything can happen, so always be prepared!) and some herbs she had gathered in the forest, as the reason her mother brought her on this trip, was to teach her about natural herbs and plants. Quickly making a poultice, she placed it on the wound, and began wrapping bandages around it. All the while, the majestic bird watched on, sharp golden-red eyes softening the slightest bit at the child who attempted to help him.

The phoenix knew, however, that he wouldn't survive this. She was only easing the pain of his passing, and slowing the inevitable. The wound was too deep, and had been there too long for her to save him. However, she had solved one problem at least. He was the King of the Phoenix's, and required someone to pass his abilities and position onto. It hadn't been done in millennia, and there had never been a case of the King himself (or herself, gender mattered little in regards to the position, King simply referred to their leader, the most wise and powerful among them) however, there was a first time for everything, and the pure goodness he could feel from her told him she would do fine.

So, decision made, as she leaned closer in worry, he struggled up to tower above her, and, swifter than such a large bird should have been able to, wrapped his wings around her until she was in a cocoon of feathers and warmth. His ivory talons flexed, ebony claws tipping them, and the barely noticeably gold runic designs glowed and twisted. His body began to burn away, flames rising up as he disintegrated into ash. He bent his swan-like neck, until his forehead touched hers, and she stared up at him, eyes watering as she understood that she wasn't able to save him. He cooed at her soothingly, as flames that didn't burn licked at her skin. In the next moment, he burst completely into flames of blue and white, though rather than disappearing and misting away, they remained in the area that he had previously stood, as though the space his body had been in was a container that the flames couldn't escape.

However, this occurrence only lasted a few seconds, before the flames began flowing into her. There were five points at which the flames entered, the center of her forehead, the center of her chest, just above her heart, at the base of her spine, and her two shoulder blades. She shuddered, as a muted feeling of pain reached her, as though from far away. Her mind felt fuzzy and unfocused, like something was preventing her from feeling the full effect of the pain. It seemed to last hours, though in reality, it was only two minutes before the changes settled in. She stumbled a bit, swaying on her feet, however, she didn't fall (her mother had made sure of it), instead, she made her way to a small still pond a few feet away. What she saw made her blink twice in surprise, before shrugging and leaning down for a drink. Children are, after all, quite accepting of odd things.

What she had seen was her new appearance. Her eye had rather abruptly finished the change to what she decided to refer to as Nebula Blue, and the other had changed as well. Instead of honey brown, it was a mix of several colors. They swirled like a tornado of flames, red to orange to white, with the slightest hints of purple mixed in. Her previously unmarked skin was now adorned with runic markings. On the center of her forehead, there was a diamond made of twining blue-red lines, with what looked like the outlines of folded wings attached to it. Two triangles were under each of her eyes, and also had the twisting vine-like lines around them. Four twining lines ran down both of her arms, branching and curling and tapering off to thin points, ending in thin lines at the end of her right wrist that looked similar to cursive writing in some strange language that she had never before seen, yet automatically knew. It spelled out Yuekasai which, her mind told her, was her name in the new culture that she would be soon entering. On her other hand, the same thing happened, except it spelled Welunixen, which she knew would be important later. However, among humans-and she wasn't sure when it became like an us and them situation-she would continue going by Tsukiyume. The occurrence on her arms repeated itself on her legs, though the words didn't repeat themselves, and instead ended in sharp lines.

Her platinum blonde hair had changed as well. Previously a sheet of silky white-gold, there were now feathers and streaks of color interspersed throughout, in the colors blue, red, orange, yellow, and green, though her original hair color remained the primary one.

Finally, in the center of her chest, she had a diamond. No, seriously, I'm not kidding. Right above where her heart was, there was a large black-blue diamond, about the size of a four year olds fist. That was the extent of the changes in her appearance-at least, the changes to what had already been there. Not to mention, she felt several times stronger than before, though she would investigate that later. Her nails were abnormally sharp as well.

The most eye catching change, though, wasn't really a change, rather, it was an addition. Folded behind her shoulder blades, both appendages twice as long as she was tall, were a pair of wings identical to that of the phoenix who had been there previously. though they were a bit more streamlined and graceful, than thick and powerful. The only other difference was that there was no orange, and more white. The tail feathers were there as well, identical to the original's tail feathers, except for the eye-like markings, which, instead of colored, were completely transparent, and reflected her surroundings.

None of this bothered her though, after all, she had read stories about such things, instead, she was far more concerned with how long she had been gone! He mama was scary when she was mad.

Just as she began to recover from the disorienting experience (and subdued the pang of sadness in her heart) a wave of pain burned through her skull. Memories flashed by faster than she could see them, categorizing themselves within her mind so they would be there when she needed them. What she needed at that moment, however, was the way to get back to her mother quickly. Immediately, information flooded her mind, how to fly, navigation, wait, there! Flaming, that should work, I might just survive this! Luckily, she had a moment, so, she spread her wings, and with a single beat, launched herself into the air. She was a bit stunned at the power behind her wings, and so it took her a moment to get her bearings, however, at the realization she was currently high in the air, she clumsily spread her wings and, after a brief wobble, balanced herself out. Smiling a bit, she focused on moving, and after five minutes, had gotten the hang of basic movement, though, considering a phoenix's grace, she was really about as graceful as an elephant, though it was decent for a beginner, she took to it quite naturally, as though she was meant to be in the air. Once again, she felt as though the wind was whispering to her, though she no longer discounted it, considering what had just happened.

My daughter, my child of wind and fire, finally, finally you join me! I have waited for you, so long, so long, since you were born, yet, you remained on the ground, away from me. You got closer to me, closer, yet, you truly never joined me until now, I was so lonely, child, so lonely…

"I'm sorry", she said, for she was. The wind sounded so sad, like a mother whose child had left her, yet at the same time, she was joyful, as her child had returned after so long.

It's okay, child.

With that, they spoke no longer, and she soon remembered, "Oh! That flaming thing, I have to try it!" And with that, making good use of the childlike tendency of not overthinking things like adults are so prone to do, simply focused on where she wanted to be, and willed herself there. A burst of white-tinted blue-tinted-red fire signified her success, and she was gone, only to appear just above the middle of the camp, right above her mother. Due to the shock of it working, her wings stalled, and her unconscious manipulation of the wind was abruptly stopped, thus, she plummeted down, and landed in a heap.

"Oh, Tsuki-chan! You're back, I'm so happy! You look very nice, by the way, what happened." By the end, her mother's tone became far more dangerous, so Tsuki quickly clambered off her and explained the situation, making sure to not leave anything out, and giving the best description she could. Her mama had made sure she knew that you always need to explain well, otherwise, you might miss something important. As she spoke, her mama wrote everything down in The Notebook, using their special code. As she finally finished, her mama looked up, and gave her a sharp nod, showing that she had done well, and that she approved, before her serious demeanor melted away, leaving her cheerful, not-so-oblivious nature behind.

"Good job, Tsuki-chan! Now, we'll have to up your training to include your new abilities of course. We'll do some research as well, and perhaps learn a wider range of languages once you finish Chinese and Korean. Perhaps Portuguese and Russian..." She hummed thoughtfully to herself, before quickly refocusing on Tsuki. "Anyways, we have to learn everything about your new abilities and write them down, also, I believe we can assume phoenixes have some kind of written word they know instinctually, and there seems to be another mysterious language you know as well… Anyways, teach me the two you know, and we can use them to make a code only we can read! Doesn't that sound fun!"

"..." Tsuki couldn't help feeling a bit worried.

One month later

Tsukiyume sat at the very top of mount Fuji, on top of a boulder underneath a waterfall. She couldn't help but feel this was rather cliche, however, soon she realized why her mother had done it. The water did two things, weaken her due to her Phoenix side, and mess with her concentration. She needed both to do what she was attempting, which was fully turning into a phoenix, before fully turning into a human, before returning to the hybrid form, and repeating until she could do it easily. Her mother had made it a much harder task, however, once she had mastered it under such conditions, it would be like second nature to her.

During the month, she had gotten to a good skill level in flame production and control, she was also discovering that she could control weather, though it was incredibly difficult, and would take years of practice to even get at a decent level. Also, she could speak bird, and was learning fox and badger. She had finished learning Chinese and Korean the other day, and was now working on learning to speak Portuguese and Russian. Her mama had told her they would be learning Arabic and Italian next. Their conversations switched from one language to another every few sentences, thus improving her fluency and keeping her skills sharp, though to outside parties, it would sound a bit odd...

Anyways, and hour later, she grinned, or grinned as much as a Phoenix can, as she finally managed to change into a Phoenix, before refocusing on the task at hand, and beginning the process of going human.

When she managed to turn completely back, she looked almost identical to her old self, except a few things. First of all, her eyes remained their new colors of Nebula Blue and Firestorm reds and oranges. Second, her hair, while no longer having any feathers, still had streaks in it, though they were very faint. Third, on her back, she had an intricate tribal-style design of her wings, in the same colors and everything, though most would consider them a tattoo. Finally, the diamond on the center of her chest was still there, not having changed a bit. She wasn't too surprised though, as over the month, the had figured out that her new abilities were stored within the gem. Everytime she used her powers, it would glow faintly, and, now that she had become fully human, gold flames seemed to swirl within it, which, she supposed, were her Phoenix flames. Most likely, she wasn't fully changed back due to the fact that the powers were too immense to completely be stored away.

Also, all animals held great respect for her. They would come to her for help when one was sick or wounded, and would be willing to hear her out if she had something to say. However, the birds took this to a whole other level. Wherever she went, she had an entourage of birds, from hawkes to jays to eagles to herons to owls, she was never alone. They would immediately obey any order she gave without hesitation, and defended her viciously anytime something dangerous occurred. In exchange, she kept watch over them, and had already made plans for renovations to their house as soon as they returned, in order to thank the birds further. They were all very respectful to her, and even gave advice occasionally. She would frequently fly with them, and was now so graceful in the air that it was truly a beautiful thing to watch. They all had made it clear that it was an honor to be allowed to fly with not just any Phoenix, but the King herself, which she hadn't understood until a bit later.

One year later

She had discover several new things over the year by using the memories she had been gifted by the old King, and had written them all down in a mix of the Phoenix language and what she had discovered to be the draconic language. First of all, her position in the hierarchy was called Kapraltei, or King. The position had been passed on to her by the old king. Another was the extent of her powers. All phoenixes had a special ability of some sort, though there were some that had more than one. The rankings however, weren't decided by abilities, rather, they were decided by flame capacity which was decided rather easily.

The way to tell a phoenixes flame capacity, was to look at their feathers and crest. White is the purest and most powerful. Blue is second. Red is third. Orange is fourth, Yellow is fifth. Anyone who had the slightest bit of white in their feathers had an incredible flame capacity, so she, with several large stripes that were white feathers interrupting the blues, reds, and greens. Her crest meanwhile, was half white, with another portion blue, and the edges crimson. The greens in her feathers signified an affinity with wind, while the blacks of her primary feathers were a sign of an affinity with dimensional magic (which is a fancy way of saying she could make subspaces to catch attacks and open them somewhere else, or to store things with) and the gold tint was a sign of light magic. Her ivory talons showed the fact that she was of royal heritage.

She also had a very high learning capacity, she had already been very intelligent on her own, but combined with the ex-King's memory and processing speeds, she was now a certifiable genius. Thus, she had learned several languages, of both animals and people, along with extensively studying medical science and technology. She had already drawn up some plans for a robot she planned on entering into the contest, now she just needed to build it. First though, she had to finish her job.

Over the year, she had discovered that as a phoenix, her nature demanded that she protect the innocent, and help those who are honest and just. It was an urge that was impossible to deny. She had taken up hacking as a hobby, and, cracking her knuckles, her fingers came down and danced across the keyboard at a ridiculous speed. The family had pathetic defenses (by her standards) so she didn't even need to bring out her second keyboard, much less the third. The idiots had thought that child trafficking and experimentation was the way to go, however, she obviously wasn't going to stand for something like that.

Within a few minutes, she had bypassed all the security, and was sweeping the information at a rapid pace, storing and categorizing everything important-both electronically and mentally-to send to her people. She had made an alliance with several organizations, both in the more decent mafia famiglias, and in the crime fighting organizations, under the name Vento. Her partners all knew that she never did anything that would intentionally harm other people, and thus, didn't bring such matters to her attention, settling for a lower standard on that kind of job.

Finally, she smiled and stretched, letting out a pleased sound in regards to her success. Also, something else had changed over the year. Her voice had matured oddly quickly, and, while not what it would be as an adult, was slightly husky, with song-like undertones, so beautiful that anyone who listened to it without fairly strong willpower would become distracted and unable to focus on much else. Also, her phoenix side's trilling, musical voice rang throughout her words, seeming to sound alongside them, until it was as though every word was accompanied by a sound that, to those of honest nature, filled one with the sensation of euphoric happiness, easing your worries and relaxing your stress, reminiscent of angels singing. The dishonest however, would immediately feel severe pain ringing throughout their skulls, her voice stunningly, terrifyingly beautiful, like the brilliant scales of a poisonous snake, so beautiful you can't help but listen, yet, at the same time, dangerous, which cannot be forgotten unless you don't mind excruciating poison flowing through your veins.

3 years later, age 8

Why!? Why did this happen to me? What did I do to deserve such suffering?.../...It hurts! Stop, please stop! I beg of you, don't, don't do this!.../...Stop, no more needles, no more pain, please.../...What..Is that..don't put that thing on me! I'm not a dog! You cannot collar me!.../...Don't put me back in there, I don't want to, no! Remove these chains! Let me out of this, this, birdcage! Please, don't leave me in here!

2 years later, age 10

"Hey mama, why can't I remember anything from the last three years?"

"Do you want the pretty lies, or the ugly truth?"

"...Truth."

"That's my girl. You were kidnapped and imprisoned. Your mind sealed the memories for your safety, though. Don't worry, they'll return to you when your subconscious thinks you're ready, so don't push until then. Anyways, back to training. I want you to take up a hobby outside of cooking and inventing. While you're as good as I am, and still getting better, at the first, and a genius at creating hardware and software both, you need something else to do."

At that moment, a commercial came on, showing several people running across building, leaping through the air as though that was where they were meant to be. Tsuki stared at them for a long moment. The freedom in their movement, being able to fly without wings… It had been so long since she could fly freely, people were all over the place, and there weren't many places she could go to enjoy the freedom of flight without worries. She had missed the wind in her hair, pushing her onward. Maybe it was time to be free once more.

"Mama, what do you think of free running…"

6 months later

"Oh my god! Look at that! How is it even possible!?"

"Truly Amato di il Vento…"

"Momma, momma! Can I fly like that too?"

"No, sweetie, she worked hard to be able to do that. However, she's doing a signing afterwards, so maybe you can ask her some questions!"

"Really, momma! Yatta! I get to meet the Amato di il Vento! Wait till the others at school hear about this! They'll be so jealous!"

"Of course sweetie, but don't be rude."

"Yes, mom."

"Woah! How did she do that!? Running straight up a wall so far shouldn't be possible!"

"Who cares! Just enjoy it!"

"Did you see that flip! Man, there's truly no one like her in this industry."

"Doing a twist like that from so high up, and those maneuvers, ai-yai-yai, so dangerous! Yet, she pulls it off so perfectly!"

Conversations like this filled the air in the streets of Venice, Italy. Fans of freerunning from all over had turned up to get a good look at the Beloved of the Wind, a freerunner who had appeared four months ago. Nobody had noticed her too much at first, due to her techniques being a bit stiff and dull. Obviously a newbie. However, within a month, that changed. The boring, safe maneuvers had become flowing, wild stunts, that were each executed perfectly and beautifully. She had done things from running up vertical planes, climbing skyscrapers or cliffs, running through the concrete jungle, or the real jungle… They hadn't seen anything like it, and the things she did seemed impossible. By the fourth month, someone who was a known critic of free runners had stated, a joyful, carefree expression on their face, that she was 'truly the Beloved of the Wind, it always pushes her onwards, and never allows her to fall. She runs with the wind at her back, and forever ahead, if this is freerunning, I think I can understand why so many people love it.' The Italians had caught onto the name first, and it had stuck. She was the Amato di il Vento, their Beloved of the Wind.

Not only was her running something that everyone wanted to see, they also climbed over each other to get to the girl herself. Despite being tiny (they assumed it was part of her heritage) she exuded maturity, and everything she said, she meant. She spoke kindly to everyone, and remembered every fans name (yay perfect memory! It really comes in handy), treating them as though they were all that mattered in the moment she spoke to them. Her voice by itself had drawn many to her side, and all the critics would immediately change their tune as soon as they met her.

There had been one occasion in which a child, dying of a mutated poison which had accidently been given to him, had sent her fan-mail requesting a meeting before he died. His parents had already departed for the afterlife, and he was left by himself to die slowly and painfully. Within an hour of reading it, she arrived at the hospital, and rather than wait to be let in, had climbed the side of the building to the sixteenth floor, and jumped into his room by the window. A fan had been nearby at the time, and sent out a mail on the fansite, that the Amato had been seen climbing into a hospital room looking worried. They recognized her easily, due to the trademark blue-red-green-white-black cape she wore, which was cut into five long, scarf-like appendages that streamed behind her when she ran, almost like wings. She also wore an Aquamarine colored bird-like mask, with rubies and emeralds as adornments, it had feathers flowing from the top over her head, Sapphire and Emerald with red tints in color. Those who had gotten close had said they had seen a hint of heterochromatic eyes, though they couldn't quite tell the exact colors. Finally, she always wore a crimson short kimono with flame-like patterns over a black bodysuit, emerald green gloves that had a few feathers decorating them, and sapphire blue boots that were covered in feather patterns.

Meanwhile, in the room, a young nine year old boy, with a fluffy black-blue afro which was beginning to be less poofy and more curly as he grew older, and a cow-print t-shirt laying folded on some dark jeans nearby, was staring in awe at the girl who he had looked up to ever since he first saw her run. He had written that letter, hoping he would get to see his idol before he died. His parents weren't actually dead, however, they might as well be. They had told him he was useless, and thrown him out, saying their Family had no use for a weak, whiny brat, who couldn't even do a simple mission without getting fatally poisoned. As far as they were concerned he could "Go die out there by yourself as punishment. That's all a pathetic brat like you deserves." He had fled, and after falling unconscious on the streets, been taken to the hospital. Soon enough, he was nearing his last days, and had chanced writing that letter. Now, his wish had come true and, while overjoyed, he really had no idea what to say!

Apparently though, it wasn't necessary for him to say anything, as, below the mask, a gentle smile appeared, and even though he couldn't see her face, he felt warmer than he ever had before. However, what he wasn't expecting, was for the Amato di il Vento, most secretive super-famous person in free-running, to reach up, and remove her mask right in front of him! He stared, mouth agape, at the most beautiful (ten-years old! Only a year older than me!) girl he had ever seen. The smile on her face, that lit the room and made him more relaxed than he had felt in years, certainly wasn't helping his shell-shocked state. Then, more impossible things had to happen (though he didn't notice, he was used to the impossible, growing up like he did). Like, for example, her suddenly pulling a high-quality, old fashioned tea set out of thin air, along with a jar bottle of spring water (gathered and boiled personally, fresh from mount fuji itself! Seriously, that stuff is good) and some tea leaves, along with a couple other items, at which point she sat down and began making tea from scratch. In his hospital room. The Amato was sitting in his hospital room, making tea by hand.

What.

While he stared in astonished silence, she continued making her tea, and a few minutes later, had finished two delicious smelling cups. Once again, she placed all the equipment into hammerspace, and pulled out a new vial. It had a clear liquid in it, that seemed to glow and sparkle softly. She carefully pulled out the stopper in the vial, and added three drops to his cup, before re-stopping it, and placing it back into hammerspace. She then proceeded to hand him his cup, taking her own and sipping elegantly. Still stunned, he automatically took a sip, not considering the fact that she had added a suspicious liquid to to his, and immediately, a clear difference was felt. His mind was clear, the pain that had been a constant companion was gone, and everything felt as though it had been refined and perfected, until there wasn't a single flaw. Plus, the tea was quite delicious. He quickly took another sip, and the two of them continued drinking in amiable silence. Finally, the two finished, and, after she cleaned everything up, vanishing it all back to hammerspace, they both simply looked at each other. By now, he felt relaxed in her presence, as though he had known her his entire life, and so leaned back in a relaxed manner that had been absent since he had been poisoned.

Abruptly, she broke the silence, introducing herself first name in front, as foreigners insisted one do. "My name is Tsukiyume Sawada. What's yours?"

So, he responded, "Lambo. Bovino Lambo. Nice to meet you too." He did his best to seem as cool and collected as possible, hoping to impress his idol. She smiled at him, the previous gentle one seeming plain in comparison to this one, which was brilliant, exuding a feeling of warmth and acceptance, filling him with a joyous feeling, and, despite the fact that they had just meant, he couldn't help but think, I want to protect this smile.

"So, Lambo, how do you feel about coming to live with me in Japan, as my new brother?"

He stared for a long moment, searching her eyes to see if this was a cruel joke, but, when all he found was kindness, he switched over to Japanese, and, with a broad grin, replied, "I'd love to, Onee-san."

They shared a smile, before Tsuki spoke once again. "Well, let's get you checked out of this place," and as she gave a meaningful glance, and a barely noticeable shudder, at the hospital room, they both stood and began to walk out.

Remembering something, he ran back to grab his clothes, blushing when she chuckled at him. "Wait, nee-san, how are you going to check me out? You aren't my guardian, heck, you aren't even of legal age!"

All she did was smirk at him, putting her mask on once more as they walked out.

"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies."

(Later, this visit became a legend among her fans. After "investigating" (hacking) the hospital, they found out that someone who was going to die had been in that room, and that one hour after she was seen entering, had been checked out completely healthy. The most mysterious thing, though, was that no one speculated about what happened. Later, when asked why, they simply looked at the investigator (snoop) as though they were stupid, and said, "She's Amato. Do you need any more?")

3 years later, age 12

Tsukiyume sawada, recent undergoer of puberty, stared at herself in the mirror. Or, more specifically, her chest.

"...why me?" Her lament went unheard.

While most girls would be staring at their chest, upset due to the fact that things aren't going as well as they'd hoped, Tsukiyume had the opposite problem. She was rather well-developed for her age, and they were a rather nice shape as well. Any boys who saw her would surely be attracted. Tsuki though, didn't see it that way.

"Tsk, why do I have such bad luck! These things aren't good for much of anything, actually, they'll only get in my way! Plus, for some reason, I feel awkward when I think someone might notice I'm a bit… bigger, than the other girls…" She pondered the feeling for a moment, before quickly discounting it as ridiculous, and thinking of something else. Maybe bandages combined with some loose clothing will do the trick! She grinned at her brilliant idea. While she couldn't go completely flat with just bandages (not worth the discomfort), she could combine it with loose clothing to make herself seem much… flatter, I guess? It would also help with other things, as… well, let's just say the other two of her three sizes were coming along quite nicely as well. She had strong lean muscle, similar to that of a cat in that it was lean and barely noticeable except to those who looked carefully, and legs that were quite long and shapely, considering her… vertically-challenged stature (Just admit you're short!).

She also reached out to grab a pair of ultra thick glasses, which would make sure no one could see her eyes. She had become a true beauty, putting many photo-shopped models to shame even without makeup. Her heterochromatic eyes were Nebula Blue and Firestorm Orange, respectively, and had become even brighter than before, drawing you in and not letting go. Long, thick, pitch-black lashes framed her eyes, contrasting nicely with her moon-pale locks and white-blonde eyebrows. Her eyes had a slight almond shape, and were quite large. While sharp and intelligent, they were gentle and kind as well. However, slipping on those thick glasses to hide her different-colored eyes concealed her stunning eyes from view, and despite the fact that the rest of her face was beautiful as well, people would be too distracted with the ultra-thick panes to notice. Her mother was the one who first told her to wear the fake-glasses, and when asked why, she simply said, 'Protection.' She still didn't understand, but wore them anyways.

She was also a fairly poor student, not due to the fact that she was dumb, no, she knew these subjects well-enough that she could get a master's degree if she so wished. Nor did she have some ulterior motive. Rather, the fact was she didn't care. She never did her homework, because she would much rather be inventing a new recipe to put in her cookbook that she was co-writing alongside her mom (âme cooking) or working on creating another AI to keep Apollo company (she would call it Hermes). There were all sorts of things she could be doing, so why waste time on something dull like that? She cherished her freedom like nothing else, and school was like a chain tying her down. At the same time though, she chose not to skip a grade (or several), though she wasn't quite sure why. Her intuition had told her that it would be best to bear with it, so she did.

Finally, she smiled as she finished getting dressed, and stared out the window at her yard, while pulling her bag out of hammerspace.

Her yard was… interesting. Over the years, a company had come in and bought out all the land in their neighborhood, intending to change it into a huge office building. However, when they went after her home, her tolerance went flying out the window. Immediately, she began making use of the skills and connections she had gained over the years, and within two weeks, had taken over the entire company. She then spent a while longer going through the employees, meeting and investigating each one, to decide who she would keep and who she would fire. Soon enough, she had a lot of land, a lot of people, and nothing to do. So, she made some… renovations.

Her house was fairly isolated from the huge resort she had created with the empty land. Most of the employees had only kept on the jobs they had due to the fact that they needed the money, however, she soon needed chefs, managers, fashion designers, architects, and more to renovate the area. Rather than one large building, there were several, from restaurants to bars to barbers to boutiques, everything was high quality, everyone provided good service, and everything was comfortable.

Her house, meanwhile, was surrounded by redwood trees (her employees still couldn't figure out how one day the area was empty, and the next it was a forest of huge trees. Just between you and me, Phoenix tears work surprisingly well for gardening as well as healing. Plants take to them quite well. There were several lakes and rock formations in the mini forest she had going, there were also several small waterfalls that doubled as baths for the various wildlife she had living in there (all of which didn't bother the humans, due to a talk she had with them) thus, the area was an uber-popular, nature-friendly place, which was clean and untouched by humans, so anytime someone from anywhere in the world wanted to enjoy a relaxing, peaceful environment without the city noises and polluted air they usually had to deal with, came there.

Another thing was, her entourage of birds from all over the world had plenty of space there, leading to lots of scientists trying to figure out how she had birds living out of their natural habitat, and even investigated for shady activity, however, they only found a beautiful area that the birds seemed to love. A few had managed to meet with the owner, though none had seen her without her mask on (this one was a plain, black, smiling theater mask), though after leaving, the scientists proclaimed that all the animals in the entire forest adored her. They followed her around, and respectfully made way for her passing. She had a day guard of eagles, hawks, and falcons, and a night guard of barn owls, snowy owls, great grey owls, and screech owls, which followed her and gave anyone who seemed the slightest bit suspicious the evil eye. As for those suckers that actually tried to pull something shady… well, let's not go there.

Nachuraru had become an incredible success all over the world. The word spread, and it was now a giant in the resort industry, due to the uniqueness of having an area both natural and modern in a refreshing blend. Add to that the fact that she refused to open anymore branches, it gave a feeling of exclusivity, which lured the rich in, combined with good prices, which lured in the middle class.

Smiling and stretching, she was about to exit her room when her flames suddenly fluctuated horribly. She shuddered at the feeling, but at the same time, tracked it to the source. It was odd, due to the fact that it originated from an isolated, seemingly empty area, but she couldn't ignore it if she wanted to (which she didn't), and so, she did the obvious thing and jumped out the window. As she free-fell in mid-air, she switched into her full phoenix form. Over the years, she had perfected switching, and could now do it in a split second with hardly a thought. Snapping her wings out, she let out a cry of triumph, as it had been a while since she last entered this form.

Nearby, a large male phoenix was passing through the area (several birds had talked about how this area was safe and comfortable for a vacation, and he had come to investigate [translation:he wanted a vacation]) however, at the sound of a fellow phoenix, and a female at that! (why wasn't she with a flock, it was dangerous alone!) and what he saw nearly made him stall mid-flight. She was the King! They had been searching for the King for a while now, and had felt him pass on his title to another, though they had been unable to find the new King, until now, and what a King she was! She had an affinity with so many magics, and she even had white feathers making tiger-esque stripe along her back. The marking that showed her position was around her neck, and was especially intricate, though there was an odd scar nearby it… filing that away for later thought, he banked towards her location, unable to help noticing the fact that she was quite young, and quite beautiful. All phoenixes were elegant and powerful birds, though this one seemed to take it to the next level. Unfortunately, before he got close, she flamed away, and he was unable to trace her. Frustrated, he let out a furious screech, fire tasting the air as his wings lit with flame in his anger. Angry at the lost, though pleased he had at least gotten a feel of her signature, he flamed back to The Flock to tell his news.

Meanwhile, she blinked, looking around in confusion at where she was. It was a dirty, grey cell, though that wasn't what angered her. It was that the air stank of death and terror. She felt fury at the fact that someone dare do such a thing, and was unable to help the few notes of song that escaped her in anger, nearby, a man who barely heard the sound, fell to the ground as blood trickled from his ears, writhing in agony.

Back in the cell, a gasp from behind her made her whip around, and what she saw made her fury grow. However, she knew that "fire in the heart causes smoke in the head", and so she quickly forced herself to calm down. The reason for her fury, were four small children, beaten, bruised, and in awe, though one had another emotion she couldn't quite figure out. Plus… Pineapples? But they were the wrong color. She walked closer to them, and realized two things, first of all, the pineapple was his hair. Second of all… he was taller than her. Just like everyone else. Even the girl with the identical pineapple hairstyle was taller than her. So. Not. Cool. She quickly banished such thoughts with another realization. He had mismatched eyes just like her own, and, her soul-sight ability, which she thought she had under control, was showing her just how much whatever had happened to him had affected him. His soul was battered and bruised. He had been hurt, and now had difficulty trusting others. He had been through hell, literally, and remembered every second. She was amazed that despite this, his soul still wasn't completely black (though it was certainly close). However, this felt like an invasion of his privacy, so, with a bit of trouble, she forcibly closed her soul-sight.

"You. What are you."

She blinked at him, and trilled a bit, worried at his hoarse voice. He was clearly in pain, so, she ignored his question, instead leaning closer to look over his injuries. The first one she most clearly saw was a huge bruise around his arm. Hovering over it, she willed a single tear to her eye, and as the glimmering drop fell, she saw him narrow his eyes in confusion. However, that confusion turned to astonishment, as the wound immediately healed under her care. Taking advantage of his shocked state, she went over his entire body, healing every injury she came across, and then proceeded to heal the other two boys, whose original wariness changed to gratefulness, and a hint of awe. She was guessing this was the first time anyone treated them kindly, which was why such a simple act had such a big effect on them, though what she didn't realize was, that to them, this wasn't a simple act. As she finished tending to them, she turned to the girl, and, what she noticed caused her to flinch back in stunned horror at the cruelty of it.

The girl had no internal organs. She was being sustained by some sort of illusion that was taking the place of her organ.

She warbled out a few notes, concern so obvious that even they, who couldn't speak bird, could tell she was worried. The warbling notes changed to worried coos, and the magnificent bird that had suddenly come in and healed them of their injuries, allowing them to have a pain free moment for the first time in their memory, walked forward and nudged at the girls chin, which made the girl tilt her head in faint confusion. Suddenly, before their confused eyes, the girl was engulfed in flames and, a split second later, a beautiful girl, a bit younger than them, with the same wings and tail feathers as the phoenix that had stood there moments before, and runic markings flowing down her arms and legs, stood where the magnificent bird once had.

They felt a bit nervous, however, their instincts had them standing down, and even relaxing the slightest bit in this new persons presence. A moment later though, and they realized this wasn't a new person, she was the same as the phoenix that had just healed them of their injuries. Suddenly, in fluent Italian, the girl asked if she would please open her mouth, and Chrome automatically responded to the kind tone, parting her lips just slightly. Leaning forwards, the girl cried right into the palm of her hands, and the glimmering pool of tears had them staring in stunned awe. She reached forward, and carefully tilted the tears into the pineapple-haired girls mouth, before sitting back and carefully observing as she swallowed the liquid, and smiling as she felt her magic healing the girl. She sensed her organs rebuilding and reforming at a rapid pace, until the girl not only had good organs where she had previously had none, she was even healthier than most people could ever hope to be. Malnourishment and weak bone were repaired and strengthened, and soon, the girl looked healthy, not to mention quite beautiful.

Sitting back on her haunches, she smiled, the expression so full of joy (for them, when had anyone ever smiled so happily for them) that she received tentative smiles in return.

"It's a pleasure to meet all of you, my name is Tsukiyume Sawada, though you can call me Tsuki." She was unaware of the fact that her voice was beautiful enough to make angels weep, beautiful enough to make these broken children blink, and relax a little more. It was more than a beautiful voice, though, it was that her beautiful voice was so full of kindness and joy and concern for them.

"Kufufu, Mukuro Rokudo. A pleasure to meet you Tsuki," and for once in his life, he actually meant it.

"Tch, Ken Joshima." Despite his unfriendly tone, he was happy to see her.

"Chikusa Kakimoto." He couldn't feel much, however, he was glad that he could at least feel the happiness that came with meeting this girl who healed them and smiled, as though they were worth everything in the world and more.

"A-ah, C-Chrome D-Dokuro, thank y-you for h-h-helping m-me," a trembling smile lifted the girls lips. While clearly nervous, she also felt grateful to find someone who cared enough to save them.

"It's wonderful to meet you all!"

Before anything else could happen, the cell door suddenly slammed open. Several men in suits or lab coats ran in, and before anyone could do anything, several shots were launched with the intent to capture, not kill. They were precious experiments, after all. What they didn't anticipate though, was Tsuki snapping her wings open to shield the four children she had only just met. Four bullets pierced her wings, and she shuddered and let out a choked sound of pain, though nothing else slipped past her lips. She couldn't show weakness in such a situation. However, Mukuro saw her expression twist in pain, and saw the blood running down her wings. He felt a foreign feeling rush through him, though didn't dwell on it long, as possessive fury flooded his veins. He had already subconsciously established her as under his protection, despite only knowing her a short while, and anyone who harmed what was his, would suffer.

Staring directly into the leaders eyes, he summoned an illusion. Suddenly, lava pillars burst through the floor, and they screamed a the burned alive. The four who had shot her though, didn't get such an easy death. Fiery vines twined their way up their bodies, leaving a trail of burnt skin behind, wrapping around the four idiots who had thought it smart to harm what belonged to him. A terrible smile crept across his face as they were burned alive. It took several minutes for them to die, and he turned to the girl who had been harmed protecting them. As he turned, he couldn't help feeling a bit worried, after all, she had just watched him torture and murder several people. However, when he looked at her, all he saw was concern for his wellbeing. She leaned forward a bit, cupped his face in her hands and, staring into his blue and red eyes with her own blue and orange, asked one question he would never forget, even years later, he would remember those words, and the one who said them.

"Mukuro-kun, are you okay?"

He felt joy flood his veins as she asked that question. To him, this meant that she cared. She cared about him and his health (mental or physical? probably both…) enough to be worried, enough to ask whether or not he was okay. In his joy, a few tears slipped out (though he would deny it later) and her expression became even more worried than before, if possible. Grimacing at the pain it caused, she carefully wrapped the four children in her wings, doing her best to comfort them all. They had only known each other a short while, and yet they were already a family.

"Mukuro, Chrome, Ken, Chikusa. Would you like to come home with me?"

The question didn't require a moments thought. The four of them answered as one.

"Of Course."

Her only reply was to smile, and suddenly, they were enveloped in flames. A moment later, the four children gasped, as this was the first time they had ever been outside, and it was truly a beautiful place to end up. However, they were unable to stare in awe for long, as Tsuki collapsed almost as soon as they arrived. Quickly standing up, Mukuro gathered the smaller girl in his arms, and carried her over to the house that was right next to where they landed. After all, he was sure she would have taken them to a safe place. He trusted her.

The other three tossed worried glances as they walked, and tensed the slightest bit as they rang the doorbell. They heard a kind voice from inside, saying something about a lambo and getting the door, before it swung inwards, revealing a lazy-looking 11 year old standing there, though the calm, tired look changed to one of alertness and worry as he saw who was standing there, or rather, what they were carrying.

"Quickly carry her inside, I'll get momma."

They walked inside, Mukuro being careful not to jostle the limp form in his arms. He laid her on the rug when the boy gestured for him to, The others carefully spreading her wings so she didn't lay on them.

Soon enough, a young-looking woman with short brown hair walked in, and, seeing the state of her daughter, narrowed her eyes. Her demeanor, previously that of a kind housewife, quickly changed into a sharp eyed, intelligent mother whose daughter had been injured and required attention. Rolling up her sleeves, she quickly began barking out orders to the five worried children hovering nearby. Her hands lit in dark blue flames that looked oddly like water, and poured the flames into her daughter's body. They had discovered an odd effect of these flames on her body a short while ago. While it tranquilized and relieved pain like it was supposed to, it had another effect on her. Whenever her flames encountered another type, it would leap towards it and analyze it, investigating the intention and intended effect. Once, in a spar, she had used them to slow her daughters movement and reaction time. Or rather, she tried to. The sky flames running through her snapped awake at the sensation of foreign flames, and moved towards them. Within a split second of analyzing the flames, they were burned from her system and, if her daughter hadn't regained control, would have targeted her next.

However, when the intention behind them was to lessen her pain, though, the flames turned around and burned through her own body instead. They would search for the source of pain, and as soon as they found it, would work towards repairing it. The sky flame was a mix of all the others, which meant, there were sun flames as well. Hers were so powerful that, unlike the faint sun flames a sky user would usually be able to channel, she could instead use all the types at a moderately decent strength, though still nowhere near as strong as her sky flames. Basically, if there was a foreign object, the sky flames would destroy it by channeling storm flames, before healing the wound using sun flames. This process occurred before her very eyes once again. Also, due to her phoenix heritage, which had incredibly regeneration, her injuries were healed almost instantaneously, rather than the hours it would take otherwise.

When the children returned, they stared for a long moment at Tsuki, who was perfectly healed, though still unconscious, and Nana, who impatiently gestured at them to bring the items over. Grabbing the juice boxes and cookies, she opened them up, and passed them out to everyone, before grabbing the jar of Nutella. Carefully spooning a bit out, she fed some of the chocolatey substance to her still-unconscious daughter. The reaction was almost instantaneous. Her heterochromatic eyes opened tiredly, while she reached around and grabbed the spoon and jar of Nutella. Soon enough, she had cleaned out the entire jar, and set it down, before smiling brightly at the people who were staring at her in utter astonishment. Quickly realizing what they were so confused about, she explained the situation.

"You see, I can't go without eating a jar of Nutella for more than 24 hours. If I do, the I start to get sick, and eventually fall unconscious. If I go over 3 days without any Nutella, Then I go into a coma. If I go without it for a week, I die."

"..."

"..."

"...What."

"Yeah… it's kind of embarrassing…"

"I always thought you just really liked it. Never knew the real reason."

"Oh, I do really like it. At the same time though, without it, I'll quite literally die. We've tried to figure out why, and how to fix it, however, we never found anything and so eventually gave up."

"Well. At least it'll be interesting."

"True."

"Yep."

"Hn."

"Y-yeah…"

"Tch."

1 year later

As Tsukiyume Sawada aka Free-runner Amato di il Vento, aka Legendary Hacker Vento, aka Culinary Genius Truquer, and God only knows what else, stared at the fedora-wearing infant in front of her, she had a terrible feeling that something big was about to happen. For a long moment, she stared at the infant (no, not an infant, his soul is that of an adult's. This curse is rather intricate, though it shouldn't take to long to figure out) before turning to look heavenward, asking a simple question, that nobody ever answered.

"Why do these things always happen to me?"

A/N - There you have it! My newest story, freedom's will. For those who read the others, don't worry, I'll get back to them soon (next chapter for WoS is in the works, and I'm working on the monster types for Natum Per Ignem) so don't worry about me abandoning them. I've been having a bit of trouble with writing lately. Basically, it went like this. First, study for exams, then take exams, then Christmas (which is firmly family time in my house), then my dad's wife went domestic violence on him, and when he left to stay with my grandma's, she broke in, assaulted him, tried to hit my grandma when she came to investigate, ended up hitting my brain damaged war veteran dad on his bad side, and made her escape, at which point the police finally showed up. Also, school started again.

Yep. Fun.

After that, grandmama fell ill, and is only now recovering, so I was a bit distracted from writing for a while there. However, fear not, for I have returned, bearing new fanfiction. This is fairly good for a first chapter, and just telling you now, but this is a bit of a crack fic, though it will also have some dark undertones.

You have been warned. If you didn't read it, that's your problem.

Translations

Welunixen - draconic translator - Moonfire

Yue - chinese - moon

Kasai - Japanese - Fire

Truquer - French - cook, rig, fake, fudge, fiddle, copy

Amato di il Vento - Italian - Beloved of the Wind

Vento - Wind

***Yeah, I used google translate, so sorry to those who actually know the languages for the future butchering.

Ciao Ciao~

-Lupa Altre

Murphy's Law, everybody. Don't forget it.