I know I'm supposed to be writing my other fics, but... Sigh. I'm just horrible at finishing stuff. I'm probably gonna leave this fic hanging too, so read at your own risk. I have mega respect for people who can write up to a hundred thousand word fanfics and keep hanging on, but that's just not me. Sorry.

But KHR is my one true love, so here I go again. I hope you enjoy it despite everything.

Warning: Sensitive content (incest, dark thoughts, violence, cuss words, etc.)

Illegitimate

She was never supposed to be heir. But now she is, and God save them all.

Sora is the illegitimate child of the Tenth Boss of Vongola. A mistake, one that was never supposed to exist. As a result, she was kept hidden in Japan where she was never allowed to reach out to the Family. But now all the heirs are dead, she's the only eligible candidate. And she's ready to rain fire on all of them.

He was always supposed to rule. But now the crown is being passed on to someone else, a stranger. Not even God can save her from him.

Giovanni was the sickly middle child. No one thought he was free to rule, even when all his brothers fell at the enemies' hands. As a result, he was shunned in his own home, by his own family. But his mind is sharper than any sword, faster than any bullet, and he's ready to prove them wrong. Starting from the outsider.

Kingdom

Being the boss of a Famiglia was a lot like being a king, and his was a big, big kingdom. Vongola was Tsuna's blood, and he would give anything for his family. In fact, he already did. A thousand times over.

There are times he wished for his simple life back. The happy moments of his younger years, before everything was shot to hell. The truth was he never really wanted to rule. But he had had no choice. He thought he was strong enough to change the world, bring them all the peace they so covet but never wanted to keep. He thought he was strong enough to handle anything the fate threw his way.

He should've known.

When his wife died he thought the pain would kill him. It didn't. When his first child was killed, the pain gave way to anger. And when his youngest, poor innocent Cielo, died saving his life, he thought surely he would cease breathing. But he remained alive through it all.

How much more was he supposed to take before the fate permitted him to join his family?

The glass of whisky was taken from his hand with a gentle but firm shake. Gokudera, his ever-loyal right hand man scolded him softly. "You should stop drinking so much, Tenth. It isn't good for your health." Pity laced his tone, and Tsuna laughed, a bitter sound that hurt his ears.

"I do not care about my fucking health Gokudera," he growled darkly. "My whole family is dead, if you haven't noticed."

"You know that's not true. Giovanni is still here."

"And for how long? Another month? Another year? We all know he's going to die soon. All of my children are cursed to die early because I raised them in this life. It wouldn't be so bad if it was me, but Rio...and Cielo. My poor baby." Tsuna made a keening sound. "I failed them both. And their mother, my lovely Kyoko... How she must hate me."

Gokudera stood there not knowing what to do. He felt his Boss, and beloved friend's pain to the very marrow of his bones. It killed him that he was unable to take his pain away.

"Boss..." he whispered.

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Even in their grief, Tsuna's Guardians worked. They have learned early on that time stops for no one, even a mourning king. Still, they understood how hard it must be for their Boss to lose two sons in the span of one year. So they did everything they could to help. They shouldered all his job as he wallowed in his sorrow. They couldn't lessen his pain, but they could give him time to heal.

Time was a luxury they couldn't afford to lose however, especially on the matter of heirs.

"Giovanni is the only one remaining," Takeshi Yamamoto, Rain Guardian stated what was obvious to anyone.

"We all know he is not suitable," Kyoya, ever blunt, spoke the words no one else had the heart to say. It was true, though. They all knew Giovanni was weak, if not in mind, then in body. He couldn't wield any kind of Flame, and to be Boss, one has to have the blood of Vongola. The purest Sky flames.

"He is sharp. He will make a fine leader." Just not of Vongola, was left unspoken, but it still hung in the air like a stubborn ghost.

Mukuro sighed, impatient. "There's no one else. So that means Vongola is doomed to fall."

"There's someone else," said Gokudera, who until that moment remained quiet, something they all understood.

Kyoya's narrow eyes narrowed further as he glared at the Storm Guardian. "You can't possibly mean-"

"Tsuna has an illegitimate daughter. I've seen her birth. I can attest that she's a Sky," Gokudera said all this in a flat tone, like he was reading a boring news from the Sunday paper.

"But she's-she's-"

"She's eligible."

"She would be only, what? Sixteen this year?" Chrome piped in, incredulous.

"Tsuna was eighteen when he ascended. She's not too young."

Takeshi started, "But, Hayato, she's Har-"

"I fucking know, alright!" Gokudera boomed. "I fucking know. But we don't have a choice. Don't you remember? Rio and Cielo are dead. And we all know Giovanni isn't...he's not." He sighed. "There's no one else. We have to get her."

"Does the herbivore know?" Kyoya asked quietly.

"Not yet, but he won't have a choice either. And I doubt he would care. He's up to his neck in alcohol. He's barely lucid half of the time."

They all fell silent, lost in their own thoughts.

In the shadows, a thin hand clenched.

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