A Glorified Errand Girl - Ch1 Comes in with a Flying Kick

"Sweetie, go fetch some bread from Madame Sylvie, would you?"

The girl peered over the book she was lazily perusing the pictures of and confirmed that her grandmother was indeed referring to her. Eyeing the boy playing outside with a mischievous smile, she rose from the seat lithely, plucking the set of keys from her grandmother's apron and swept out the opened door.

The little boy looked up as a warm palm caressed his head. He ceased his ball game immediately. "Camille!" A cute smile spread across his face, an endearing dimple on his left cheek.

She bent down to his level, brushing the bright mint locks away from his eyes and giving his nose a soft peck. "Hey there cute thing, want to go on a trip with me?"

A beam threatened to split his face. "Hm!"

She shot up from the ground, hoarsely choking out her brother's name. Beads of perspiration trickled down the side of her face, cold sweat matted the dirty shirt to her back. Her chest heaved with shock and fear, and then a reserved fatigue as her eyes adjusted to carrier plane's dimness.

That was right, she was no longer in France. No, she was a full blooded Italian born in Sicily, aged 15. Orphaned young and adopted into the Vongola famiglia as a street rat. She was the lucky find that everyone talked about. A natural born hitman with a keen intellect, showing so much promise. The Second Vongola was in good hands – that was the consensus. She was an apprentice in training and the very likely soon-to-be External Advisor in the next decade. Currently, she was Iemitsu's endless entertainment and glorified errand girl. Her name was Camilla. That is all. No more, no less. She breathed.

"Nightmare again?"

She glanced at Reborn, his small form rested against the crates. He tipped his fedora, shadowing his eyes and promised lowly. "The famiglia will keep him safe."

A mirthless chuckle escaped her dried lips. "I'm sure they will." A bottle of water was carelessly flung at her and she made a grasp for it in the dark. The plane gave an unexpected jolt, sending the crates behind them into a frisky shudder. She pushed to her feet with a frown, weaving pass the cargo. Brushing away the curtain separating the cockpit, she nailed the pilot with a heavy look. "What's the matter?"

"Just a bit of turbulence, Ma'am."

Leaning against the metal shell of the plane, she took a rough swig from the bottle, wiping her mouth against her forearm. She nodded at the command and control panel, "How long until landing?"

"An hour or so. Very soon, Ma'am."

With a satisfied inclination of the head, she returned to her makeshift bed on the floor across from the Arcobaleno. Pulling the bloodied trench coat across her bare legs she gave a quiet sigh. Honestly, she hadn't expected the process to be so smooth. They'd intercepted this very cargo plane, stocked sky high with Estraneo famiglia weaponry from a rival famiglia with just the two of them. The few hiccups were limited to a small scuffle with the pathetic personnel they called security and then a shootout just as they hijacked the plane. Rumour has it, that the specialised weaponry the plane presently carried were enough to annihilate almost any other mafia famiglia with little resistance.

Needless to say, CEDEF caught wind of the poorly hidden deal instantaneously and Iemitsu had swiftly sent for Reborn and his favourite errand girl to deal with it accordingly. Camilla had been a no-brainer considering her current 'vacation' status and the mission detail. Reborn, however had been an unpredictable choice. He was still tasked with his high maintenance Cavallone boss in-the-making and so it was surprising that he'd be temporarily relieved from his babysitting duties to accompany Camilla on the mission.

"You're being sent to Japan, Milla." His sharp tone broke her from her musings. This was her answer.

Viridescent eyes flickered to his, unimpressed. "I didn't think Iemitsu wanted me anywhere near his angel boy."

Reborn graced her with an amused smirk, "Cheeky girl."

Camilla responded in kind, "Spartan prof."

Leon clicked in his hand, morphing into a shotgun directed at her forehead. He tutted as Leon curled back into his hand in distinct rebellion. "The two of you are pushing it."

A warm tinkling laughter burst forth from her lips. She beckoned Leon to her with an outstretched arm. The little traitor happily flitted towards her, nestling in her mass of cascading locks, a hue of springtime ferns – a colour Leon felt very at home with. The edge of Reborn's lips tilted upwards despite this; Milla had broken out of her dangerous state of mind that she fell victim to every time she drew blood. It'd usually take a day for her to come down from her 'high' but the Arcobaleno found that a nap or two did wonders for shortening this.

"Iemitsu wants you scouting Namimori. Looking out for his son is just a side job. You leave in a month."

A crease appeared between her brows. "What of my current duties?"

Reborn made a noise in between a scoff and a laugh. "CEDEF isn't comprised of just you. You'll find Iemitsu's lackeys spread far and wide. And fortunately they're not all useless."

She twitched her nose in distaste. "The old man's going to jump Basil as soon as I'm out of the picture."

"Who's to say it hasn't already happened?"

She didn't deign to respond. "And what of the Varia?"

"Again, Iemitsu's messenger doves aren't limited to the one person. They have plenty of people to replace you." Taking in her distrustful expression he sighed, "Milla, you're needed in Namimori. CEDEF will function perfectly well in your absence. Iemitsu may seem untrustworthy to you but he is the Young Lion who bared the Second Vongola on his back before you were even born."

The plane took a dive and their conversation ceased until they were planted firmly on land. The doors were flung open and her eyes burned from the brightness. "Reborn!" Shielding her face from the harsh sun she squinted, making out one Dino Cavallone and his obligatory crew of men that kept him from tripping over his own feet. His grin quickly caved into his face, courtesy of Reborn's foot. The Arcobaleno flipped onto his feet lightly, "Pipsqueak Dino, I almost missed you. No one else has a face like yours."

Dino recovered, his eyes shining as he preened from Reborn's praise.

"So kickable."

He deflated just as quickly before catching sight of the girl who had ricocheted off the plane and was currently launching through the air with a flying kick. His whip lashed out on instinct, coming up to meet the soles of her boots. She somersaulted in the air, bouncing off his attack and dropped to the ground soundlessly. "Bonjour, Dino. Comment ca va?"

"That was your greeting?!"

She shrugged. "I was aiming for 'love tap'."

He face palmed, shaking his head at the sheer amount of crazy he had to deal with on a daily basis. Reborn and Camilla were a disastrous combination and misfortune he found, always came in pairs. "Next time a simple wave or hug will do."

"Pipsqueak Dino, a hug?" He earned a sharp smack to the head. "Preying on minors is a big moral no-no. Paedophilia is a new low, even for you Dino."

The poor blonde didn't even attempt to defend his dignity – nor did his famiglia he noted bitterly as he gingerly nursed his injury.

Camilla stretched out her limbs before announcing her borrowing of Dino's personal bathroom. Reborn was of the same mind, heading off to claim Dino's bed without even informing the man of his doing so.

A/N This is meant to be a lighthearted story revolving around Camille and choice characters of the KHR world. It's all about self-discovery, friendship, family and...something loosely known as love?