What does a twenty-one-year-old woman from our world and a psychotic Sun Funeral Wreath who reigned over multiple parallel worlds have in common? Honestly, not much... Or at least that would be the answer had Fate not woven her threads into the life of a dying woman and an unborn child; leaving behind someone who wanted absolutely nothing to do with their place in the storyline.

'I'm... So...Screwed.'-SI!Fem!Daisy.

Chapter 1

To be honest, I never really thought Death would catch up to me as quickly as it did.

Sure I knew it was there and that one day- without any warning at all- it would come knocking on my door. I just... I just always figured it would happen when I was an old woman and not in what should have amounted to the beginning of my adult life.

Twenty-one should have been the age for recklessness, carefree attitudes and self-discovery that would later define the person you would become as you paved out the path for your future.

Unfortunately, while mine started out that way, it was swiftly cut short.

Honestly, my Death wasn't caused by anything drastic there was no last-second heroics such as saving some poor soul - but rather; I was just another Hit and Run left in drowning within my own blood the middle of the street accompanied by a child's ball and a bawling niece which drew the neighbors attention.

Diana was first on the scene- it didn't really surprise me as a Retired marine, mother of three grown children and Head of the Watch; she was always the sort to take charge- though I couldn't tell you what happened after watching her carry my niece out of the street while seeming to shout something to her husband before darkness claimed me.

Maybe I had just fallen asleep? Maybe it was the pain? Maybe the lack of proper oxygen had gotten to me?

Either way, I never woke as me again.

There you have it; Twenty-one years old and already as dead as the sole turkey invited to a Thanksgiving Feast. Now that I look back on it I suppose it could have been worse; I had lived longer than some ever do and my death was kind of quick so I couldn't really complain there.

What I could complain about though was Death itself.

Many assume when you die there's a Pearly White Gate with angels chorusing on the other side or an enteral damnation of Fire and Brimstone awaiting you. Neither, it turns out, are accurate and whoever claimed otherwise lied.

There wasn't a big man waiting on a throne, an angel waiting to guide the lost soul or some demon with a pitchfork. It's difficult to describe if I'm honest and the best way I could do so was to say:

Death was Peaceful- it was as though you were the safest person in existence and nothing could ever go wrong so there was no real point in fear, worry or becoming upset since everything was as it should be- though apparently it wasn't meant for me as the light pierced the eternal darkness alongside the sense of falling through a tube that shattered the sense of serenity.

On December tenth a small four point eight-pound baby girl was born just minutes after midnight. Her parents named her Daisy; there was just one little problem...

My name wasn't Daisy and I sure as hell wasn't supposed to be a newborn infant.

She had a theory that there was a reason infants never seemed capable of recalling the first few years of their lives and that reason is:

Embarrassment.

They were so thoroughly embarrassed by their incapability of doing anything besides eating, screaming and expelling waste that their minds completely erased everything concerning those delicate years from their memories. Unfortunately, she wasn't blessed with such as gift as her mind is that of a grown woman trapped in an infants body...

Its humiliating-as she cannot even lift her own head by herself- yet all she can do is bare through it... well that and screaming bloody murder in a sadist sense of vengeance that her pride demands to the misfortune of her new parents who were either Saints or Masochist for their bright eyes and overly obnoxious smiles never faded despite how many nights she purposely kept them awake.

Her mother's name was Zinnia. She was something else; standing at the height of five foot eight with waist length dark green hair, pale skin and bright emerald eyes that never seemed capable of losing their shine. Her father's name was Dietrich, who stood at a height of six foot two with dark purple hair and soft violet eyes that always seemed to have dark circles residing beneath them.

Her parents...

They were something else- it was the politest way she could think to describe the two- for one moment they would be smiling as they bounced off the walls like children on a sugar high and the next the two would be huddled in a corner under a cloud of depression- there was something wrong with this world, Daisy decided the first time she actually saw said cloud of depression floating over their heads- only for them to bounce back into their happy selves moments later.

She suspects the two to be bipolar but there is nothing she can do about it at this current point in time. So she bares through it but she's still miserable- her pride all but crushed by her own helplessness and the independence she had lived with so long stolen away- therefore its only fair she makes them just as miserable. She screams at all hours, she refuses to eat, she throws a childish temper every time they're so much as walk out of her sight; yet despite her best efforts the two just smile, laugh and coo at her; mistaking her attempts to drive them insane as her being clingy.

It just not fair. How was she supposed to get piety revenge if these two misinterpreted everything she did?

Still, she tries- She screams until her voice goes hoarse and refuses to eat until her stomach pains are too much for her to ignore- Eventually through, after six long months; she throws in the towel of Defeat. Of course, her parents- in their infinite wisdom- take her sudden silence in all the wrong ways and deems that she must be 'lonely'.

After all, she's six months old and hasn't seemed another soul besides the two.

Had she been capable of actually speech, the infant known as Daisy likely would have informed them of what a horrible idea that really was- she had never been much of a social person and the last time she had been forced into such a position it had needed up with someone, who couldn't get a clue if their life depended on it, taking a headfirst dive out of a second-floor window and into the backyards pool. What? Her tolerance for drunken idiots had always fallen on the short side- but all she can do is babble at her smiling father who laughs- pleased with her 'agreement'- before picking her up and twirling her in the air.

Oh God, she's going to throw up if he doesn't put her down soon.

"Dear," Her mother must notice it as well for the green haired woman attempts to warn her husband, "I don't think you should-" Just a little too late as Daisy allows the contents of her stomach to poor down on her obvious father- who freezes as though he's been struck by lightning- and for a brief moment she allows herself to hope that maybe- just maybe- she had finally won something against the man; only to have said hope crushed as the man laughs, "I guess Daddy's the one who needs a bath now."

She's not sure if she wants to scream or cry, but it must show on her face as her mother plucks her from her Father's hold with a bright smile, "Its okay Daisy, you can take a bath with Mama since Daddy need privacy."

"Here you go Daisy-Chan, I got this for you~"

For a moment all the one-year-old could do was stare at the pink rabbit being held out towards her by the smiling white-haired child her Father had brought home with him- apparently he was supposed to be babysitting for his boss and thought this would be a great time to finally fulfil that six-month-old promise he made- with blank eyes.

No, absolutely not.

"That's rather kind of you Byakuran", Her mother spoke while granting the five-year-old boy a smile, "but you didn't have to bring Daisy a gift. I'm sure she would be happy with just your friendship."

Light purple eyes glance towards her mother as though she was an alien- something Daisy herself wondered about at times- as his smile grew to when it was almost spitting his face in half, "Maybe. Not Daisy always has Bubu. I just can't imagine them without each other~"

Daisy... Byakuran...Bubu...

No. She was thinking too much into this, Its just a coincidence or maybe their parents were anime fans.

After all, what were the chances?

Her mother must find it adorable as she coos softly at the white-haired child, "Only known my Daisy for a few minutes and already your looking out for her."

Byakuran just beams, "Of course, she's going to be my Sun." He states it as though its the most obvious thing and the world. Daisy though doesn't care as she's already pushed herself onto her hands and knees and for the first time in her life begins to travel by herself as she attempts to rapidly crawl away from her cooing parents and the child with the unfortunate name.

After all, it's all just a coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less. Though...

Just to be safe, she should probably avoid white-haired people with a marshmallow addiction named 'Byakuran' in the nearby future.

"Eh, Daisy-Chan, wait for me!"

Starting with this one.

She's two years old before she finally takes the time to look into a mirror and for a moment all she can do is stare.

Sure on some level, the toddler known as Daisy knew she wouldn't be Her anymore- that if she looked a stranger would stare back but she had to- she needed to see this.

On some level maybe she still expected to see the six foot two, twenty-one-year-old woman she had once been- pitch black hair with dark crimson highlight and eyes that changed color with her mood- but instead all she sees is a small two foot toddler with dark green hair and emerald eyes clutching a pink rabbit as though its a lifeline.

It's strange to be honest.

She should know that face- and in a way, she does though it's younger then any age she had ever seen it- but she does not recognize it as her own.

The face is too soft, too young, the hair, the eyes, the lack of a scar from a cousin who had slammed a garden hoe in the side of her face during an argument- He had always been a violent one who didn't like it when others disagreed or outright went against him. It never did surprise Her when he ended up in with a Life Sentence under charges of Matricide- It's all wrong, but its still Her's...

Or rather its Daisy's but she's Daisy now and therefore it's hers but it's not yet it is despite it not being so...

Gods, she was beginning to confuse herself.

Sighing softly, she tightens her grip ever so slightly on Bubu, This was going to take some time to get used to.

Outside of Bubu- and despite her parent's beliefs- Daisy's best friend isn't the unfortunate child named after a comic book villain but rather D.E. Nile, who she finds rather charming in his own way. After all, if not for him, she's certain her sanity would have driven headfirst off a cliff by now with the number of impossibilities that seemed to follow her around like an extra shadow.

Such an example would be 'Byakuran' who seemed to constantly set himself on fire at least twice a week. She had a mild panic attack the first time the older child had done so until Nile had poked his head around and explained it was likely some high tech special effects device the white-haired boy was likely wearing.

Then there was the time she had crawled through shattered glass to escape said white-haired boy- only to shred her sausage like fingers- just for them to heal before her eyes when she finally stopped to look at them. Nile had calmly pointed it that it had likely just been the blood making it seem worse than it really was as there was no logical way for her to have healed so quickly.

The cache of weaponry her mother kept in her walk-in closet instead of clothes? Well, some people just like collecting weapons. After all, she once collected a multitude of bladed weapons in her previous life.

The strange man in suits that constantly broke into her home, either to end up in a gun totting brawl with her father or whispered conversations she probably shouldn't have listened in on? Obviously, they watched one Mafia movie too many and had taken their obsession a step further then they should have.

So yes, D.E. Nile was her best friend and she utterly adored him for it; but Daisy knew he couldn't stick around forever as his brothers; Rei Son and Rea Laity weren't ones to be ignored- despite how much she may wish otherwise- as they constantly whispered in her eyes.

Byakuran setting himself on fire? Dying Will Flames.

Her sudden healing? Sun Flames at their finest.

The Cache of Weaponry? How else could Mother fight as not everyone could access Hyper Dying Will like a certain Famiglia?

The Strange man? They speak of Famiglia, Vongola, Arcobaleno, Estraneo, Vindice.

All the facts are there, but she does not want to accept it- After all, Real people don't suddenly just find themselves living as a character to a child's comic.- so she tries to ignore them- She's a real person, not some immortal comic book villain to a series she read twice in her life, who was destined to be 'Arrested to Death' by Hibari Kyoya for damaging school property during a future that'll never exist- to the best of her ability.

Unfortunately, Fate- and Byakuran- wasn't so easily dissuaded as the next time the white-haired child showed up for their weekly 'Playdate', he wasn't alone. Instead, he was accompanied by another child- who looked around the white-haired boy's age- with mint colored hair and curious teal eyes.

"Daisy-Chan~, I brought you a new friend."

She stares for a moment longer before trying to slam the front door on the two. It goes as well as one can expect when you consider she's a two foot; twenty-five pound two year old against two five- maybe six- year old boy who has both height and weight over her.

So with no other choice; Daisy abandons attempting to shut the door on the two in favor of fleeing to hide in her closet.

"Byakuran-Sama," The mint hair child spoke only once the small green haired child had completely disappeared from their sights, "I don't think she likes you."

"Nonsense, Kikyo-Chan~ Daisy-Chan is just shy~ I'm sure once you two get to know each other you'll get along just fine~"

After all, shy little Daisy-Chan was always his Immortal Sun, no matter what world he looked into using the strange ring he inherited from his grandparents.

She's thirty months old when she slips up and speaks her first words in front of her parents and its somehow- someway- its all Byakuran's fault.

Its a 'company' gathering- one she has to attend as her Father is one of the Boss' Main 'Bodyguards' and for a while everything is okay as she managed to avoid the white-haired child and the other children that looked suspiciously familiar despite their attempt to drag her into whatever the hell they were doing- before that little white-haired shit flashes her a bright smile as the climbs onto the main stage.

The small voice in the back of her head is screaming for her to get out, and to get out now, so she begins to push her way through the crowd and towards her parents in hopes of playing the 'I'm tired. Can we go home please' Rub Eyes and Yawn Adorably Card.

"Excuse me," The Devil's voice rings in the air, " I have something I wish to say."

It's amazing how quickly everything can go from 'Bursting your eardrums' to 'deathly silent' so quickly with just the words of a child.

"Thank you~ Now if Daisy-Chan would just make her way to the stage instead of running for the back of the room~ I have something important to ask you."

The little bastard must have planned it- that is the only thing Daisy is certain of as she finds herself called out by the white-haired child under gazes of both their parents and everyone else that attended the 'Gathering'. To be honest, she's tempted to run- even with everyone's attention focused on her- and probably would have had a pair of strong hands lifted her off the ground before her Father's cheerful voice reached her ears, "Well Daisy, why don't you go see what Byakuran wants to ask you."

Every step the traitorous man takes towards that stage feels as though an invisible noose is slowly tightening around her throat until her feet are upon the stage and her father pushes her forward slightly with an encouraging smile, "Go on Daisy. There's no need to be shy."

She would rather not but honestly had no real reason to say no, so taking a breath; she tightens her hold on Bubu and slowly walks closer to the white-haired child with the Cheshire Cat smile.

"Daisy-Chan, I have thought long and hard about this. I spent many hours complicating before deciding... Daisy, will you be My Sun from this day forth, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part?"

When had he knelt? Was why he reciting Vows and better yet: Where in the hell did that ring box come from?

She could feel the eyes on her- hear the soft whispers of 'Adorable', 'Where's the camera' and 'Mistaken Vows'- but it wasn't that which drained all life from her face but rather what was inside the ring box:

Its a silver ring having a bright golden oval stone set in the middle and a set of what appeared to be angel wings extending from it.

Daisy recognize it instantly; for she had seen it before while watching an anime or upon the black and white pages of a comic book within another life:

The Sun Mare Ring.

The beginning of the end.

The source of countless deaths and untold madness and...

Why the hell was he trying to give it to her now?!

The Original Daisy had acquired the Ring after being 'rescued' from a mental hospital- something she was determined to avoid for the sake of her future- not to a two and a half-year-old at a 'Gathering' surrounded by hundreds of people and her parents!

Slowly, emerald eyes pry themselves away from the cursed room and onto the older child's soft purple- they held a gleam to them as though he knew he had already won and was just waiting for her to confess defeat... It kind of reminded her of her once older brother when her stole the last of her ice-cream and their mother told her to let him have it for she didn't need it as 'Its just going to make you fat'- which is probably why she allowed a scowl to slip onto her face and spoke for the first time in her new life.

"Fuck this shit, I'm out."

Ignoring the pin drop silence, Daisy turned on heel and fled the stage- feeling rather smug with herself. She had always wanted to say those words in her previous life but never quite fount a good enough reason to but now... What better reason to break a 'Lady's Protocol' then refusing a future where she becomes an immortal maniac with a Death fetish that eventually meets their due at the hands of a preteen that's either a cannibal or had some sort of biting fetish?

It's only when she's slipping through the frozen crowd does the silence break by the radiant laughter of her parents.

Sometimes Daisy thinks she loves those two- their laughter appears to be contagious as it spreads across the gathering like a plague- and she soon finds herself no longer the center of attention as she drowns within the thunderous noise with a soft smile twisted onto her lips.

It's petty, but if Daisy is honest; it felt good to have finally won something- even if that something was just a bit more time to try to defy her supposed 'fate' in this strange new world of her's- for a change.

"By the way Daisy," Her mother speaks softly that night as she carefully tucks her child beneath warm blankets, "Where did you hear that word anyway?"

There's a gleam to The elder woman's emerald eyes- one which promises unimaginable pain and suffering to the unfortunate soul that her wrath with descending upon- that had Daisy been a real child in mind, she never would have noticed.

But she's not a child -despite what her appearance and Birth Certificate would suggest -so she pastes on her biggest 'I'm an innocent angel who can do no wrong' as she tilts her head slightly so she's staring up at her mother with wide honest eyes.

"Byakuran."

What?

It was him or her and since he had been 'Oh so kind' as to call her out in front of hundreds of people- probably in hopes of pressuring her into accepting- its only fair she returned the favor via a homicidal, overprotective Mother.

"Oh? What over words has he been teaching you?"

Her mother tries to sound casually interested but Daisy could see the bloodlust hidden within the other's eyes so she glances downwards and fiddles slightly with Bubu's while doing her best to admit a shy aura.

"I'm not supposed to say," She finally mumbles softly, "Its supposed to be our secret."

"Its okay Daisy," Her mother flashes her a bright warm smile, "I won't tell anyone you said anything. It can be our little secret, Okay?"

She pretends to think it over before flashing her mother a shy yet hopeful smile, "Okay."

She's damning him for a crime he's never actually committed, but Daisy doesn't care. Especially when she wakes the next morning only to find the Sun Mare Ring sitting innocently on her nightstand.

The Ring is haunted.

After finding it the first morning, she threw it out her bedroom window only to find it back on her nightstand an hour later so she wrapped it in lunch meat and promptly fed it to the neighbor's dog. She went to bed- feeling rather pleased with herself- but when she woke the next morning; it was once more sitting innocently on her nightstand.

So she drags a chair before the sink, climbs onto it and drops it down the drain- watching it until she can no longer see the gleam of silver- but when she turns around; its sitting upon the top of the kitchen table. So she snatches it and rushes to her mother's room; taking one of the many empty jewelry boxes her mother had and locks its inside before burying it in the garden.

It stays gone for the rest of the day so she goes to bed happy, but when she wakes the next morning the ring is back; sitting innocently on her nightstand. Daisy ignores it completely in favor of going out to the garden and digging up the jewelry box.

Its exactly where she left it and how she left it- sealed shut and wrapped in one of her father's spare shirts- so how was it the ring was sitting on her dresser? Maybe a duplicate?

She humors the thought but when she opens the jewelry box, its empty. The ring is missing and she has no doubt it the very same ring that was sitting on her nightstand at that moment.

Once more she attempts to rid herself of the ring, asking her Father to take her to the park- he agrees without any issues, pleased that she actually wants to go outside for a change- before having him toss it into an old well at the edge of the park's forest.

She waits for an hour, then two, but it doesn't show up.

So she happily spends the rest of her day playing childish games with her Father as her mother watches from the sidelines. She must have gotten a rock in her right shoe as when she walks home- tightly holding the hands of both her parents while they swing her back and forth- its constantly causing her foot to ache.

When she gets home, she dumps out her shoe- banging it slightly on the floor- until three small rocks fall out.

Yet the ache never goes away, it hurts to wear her shoe but she bares through it for four days- just pleased she had finally gotten rid of the ring- before finally giving in and telling her mother. The green haired woman just smiles and asks her to wait a minute as she removes the sole of her shoe only for something silver to clatter onto the wooden tabletop between.

Honestly, Daisy is tempted to scream in frustration as she identifies the silver object as the Sun Mare Ring.

She spends the rest of the week trying to get rid of the thing- tossing it off a bridge, feeding it to fish, giving it away to complete strangers. Hell, she even convinced her mother to smelt the damn thing- but its all in vain. The ring always comes back- sitting innocently on her nightstand- no matter what she attempts.

Eventually, in a sign of desperation- after even a priest had failed- she tells her mother. The green haired woman just smiles as she takes Bubu and the ring, informing the younger she was going to 'cast a magic spell' on the stuffed animal that would keep the haunted ring away.

When she gets Bubu back, Daisy pretends not to notice the extra stitch within her companion's seam.

After all, out of sight. Out of mind.

She's three when her Father leaves for work and never comes back.

Something seems to break into their happy home- though her mother still smiles; it's hollow and empty. Her once bright emerald eyes have dulled and constantly look around their home as though see something no one else could- to the point just staying there is toxic.

Her mother's 'condition' only gets worse over time and after a month of watching the elder woman slowly spiral downwards, Daisy decides she has had enough and promptly informs her mother she wants to move-She needs to get her mother out of here before everything finally crushed down and completely suffocated the life out of the elder.

She finds it telling that Her mother doesn't argue and has everything packed before dawn of the next morning.

When we boarded the plane, Daisy didn't care where they were going or what they did; just as long as it was far away from her childhood home that was slowly breaking her mother.

She falls asleep during the middle of the flight and somehow manages to sleep through the rest of it, but when she wakes- cradled gently within her mother's arms- Daisy hears four cheerful words over the airport's intercom that makes her regret everything.

"-and Welcome to Namimori!~"

She had never believed in Fate-she had always seen it as an excuse for those who were searching for someone to blame their misfortunes on- but if she did, the toddler known as Daisy probably would have been cursing the Deity to utter Damnation right about now.

Namimori...

Of all the places in the world her Mother could have chosen to be their new home, it would be the very heart of the one town she wished to avoid as though it was the Bionic Plague.

AN: To be honest, I've never written a SI story before therefore I'll confess: I have no idea what I'm doing on the subject so I can only ask that you try to be patient with me. On the other hand; Da, I'm aware I switched from first person view to third though I make no promises I'll try my best to keep it limited to this chapter alone.