Surprise, new book! Like I totally have the time to do that!

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR, it belongs to Amano - sama and all of the producers and editors which helped create the anime. This book is purely fan made and I own none of the characters except Luna.

Warning and Tags: Fem!27 and SI-OC!Fem!59. Mentions of Drugs, Mafia, Guns, Blood, Death, Slightly Dark, Mentions of Abuse, Coarse Language, ships are slow burn.

Summary: Her name is Homura. Therefore, it's only right that she lets everything burn.

Her name is Gokudera Homura.

No, she can't be called that - she not allowed to be called that.

Therefore, her name is Marino Homura.

She was born on September 9th, 1993. As a baby, she weighed barely four pounds and from the top of her head, to the tips of her toes, she was seventeen inches long. Her hair was just wisps on her head, although they were already prominently silver in color - while her face was pale and flawless, her lips upturning into a burgundy hue. However, it was her eyes which caused her mother to smile, her tired face beaming at the image of her young daughter. Cobalt green shines back at the woman, it's surface gleaming in the light of the manor.

"She's beautiful." The mother heard her lover say and suddenly, the silver haired woman is struck with the thoughts of that no, he wasn't her husband, and that he would never be. No matter how much she loved him.

The thought didn't upset her as much as it did before. Mostly because she didn't need a physical manifestation of his love to her anymore, she didn't need endless gifts or millions of proposals. The child in her arms, showed her more about their love, then any other item could.

Lavina smiled, her own pink lips twisting into a upwards motion, and her eyes shining with love and melancholy bitterness. "Gokudera. Gokudera Homura, my raging flame."

It was only then, that the child cried, her sobs echoing throughout the room. Her legs trashed around in escape, as her tears slid down the ends of her cheeks, into the towel around her delicate body. However, it was the pure destruction in her eyes was what caused her mother to laugh delicately and yet, with an eerie sense of foreboding.

"You, will bring the change mia caro(1). You will bring the rage."

Her name is Gokudera Homura.

And she is the storm.

Her name is Marino Homura.

And she was only two years old, when she realized who she really was.

The thought that she is reincarnated is not lost on her, after all, one does not truly forget the fact that they died. Most nights, she could still felt the flames crawling up her skin and basking her in the heat, causing her to wake up either with a fever or heavily sweating. The smell of smoke often filled throughout her body, making her have severe coughing fits wherever she went. Yet, oddly the fire didn't - doesn't - scare her. In fact, she feels comfort around fire - its' warmth lulling her into secure feelings which she only gets around her sister.

Ironic, how she died from a fire in her last life.

Her musing were cut short when she heared footsteps echo around her, causing her tiny body to perk up in confusion and questions. After all, the footsteps didn't sound like any of her family members - her fathers were precise and commanding, while her mothers' were soft and dainty and her elder sisters were loud and uncooperative. The servants also had a similar movement, making sure their feet were only on the ground for less then two seconds, before bringing it up once more. As a child with an adult mind and all the time in the world to do nothing, it was no surprise that she tried to find different ways to amuse herself - this being one of them which had stuck quite well.

'A guest then.' She finally thought to herself, before returning her muse towards the lesson in front of her, the silver of her hair falling into her eyes as she tried to study the Italian script. While English came easy enough to her (not odd, considering how it was her first language before) - and it was only the grammar that tricked her up; Italian was an entirely different story. The way the vowels formed in her mouth caused her to stumble, and the only way she able to communicate with others, was with writing and letters. Even those she messed up on, therefore having to have her sister speak for her. As a independent adult in her last life, it was annoying to have to rely on someone else for a change, something which only sparked a fierce determination in her to learn the language.

The footsteps suddenly stopped, and the presence of a person caused Homura to still and her hand paused as it was outstretched to reach for a pen. Standing up slowly, with her leg muscles screaming in soreness, and turning around, the young girl gasped quietly - not at the fact that there was a stranger; after all, many people entered their house to work with her father, so she was used to it; however, it was the resemblance between the two of them, which had her stilling.

Long silver hair whirred into her vision, the ends of it touching the floor as the purple dress the person had on did as well. Pale skin - almost white, came into her view of sight, as the distinct color of magenta lips entered her brain as well. However, it was only the green of the other womans eyes, which caused Homura to stop and stare.

Mostly because, they were the same color of her own.

Then, the woman smiled, causing the younger girl to blink at the pure love and wonder in the strangers' eyes. She didn't even know this woman, so why, why was she looking at her like that? The one year old wouldn't admit that it made her feel warm - the coincidences were much too drastic and her her mind was clouded with suspicion.

"Hello. May Homura he~lp lady?" What was you again in Italian? She did say you, right? Damn. She got that wrong, didn't she? Well, it wouldn't be the first time - nor would it be the last.

"Ah." The older woman said, causing the little girl to bite her tongue. How could ones' voice be so majestic and yet, sweet? "No, thank you...Homura - chan, was it?"

Chan, that was Japanese wasn't it? How odd, the lady didn't look completely of Japanese dissent, but maybe she lived their before?

A jerk of her head, was all Homuea was able to give to give to the woman, before her mouth opened once more, with a question. It wasn't her fault, she rarely was able to talk with anyone, as they usually didn't understand what she was saying. "And you is?"

"It's are, Homura - chan. Are."

"And you are?" She replied once more, prompting the older woman to sigh slightly, before responding, a smile on her face and a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"My name is Gokudera Lavina, Homura - chan. You may call me Lavina."

Oh.

Reality came rushing in towards her, as the distinct sound of the clock chiming and the insidious laughter of a voice starts to ring between her ears. Homura found herself swallowing, denial clear on her features, as her hands begun to shake with worry and her breaths came out shuttered. There's no way, right? No way that she could be born into a manga, one which doesn't even remember anything about. (But she does remember - she remembers the fights and blood and loses. She remembers the death, the pain - mostly, she remembers how the old her laughed it off, stating that it was just a story).

It's not a story anymore, is it?

"Homura - chan? Are you okay?" Lavina's concerned voice called towards her small body, causing the young girl to snap back into order, lessons of etiquette ingrained into her adult like mind.

She could deal with this revelation later.

"Homura is fine." The one year old said smiling tightly, hoping that it hid the quiet distress in her eyes.

"Well then, what are you doing here, Homura - chan?" The older woman asked, causing Homura to blink a few times and turn back to her work a scowl placed on her face.

"Homura is a learnin' It~ali~an."

"Oh?" Lavina looked curious at this, her head cocking towards the side as she asked the next question. "Are you having trouble?"

A single nod of her head and furrow of her brow, was all it took, for the older woman to smile and sit down next to the younger girls feet, an encouraging expression on her face. Patting down the area beside her, the silver haired woman watched as Homura hesitantly sat down next to her, before down up at her face - a smile at her lips. "How about I help you? After all, it was hard for me to learn Italian as well."

"It..." She trailed off at this, before scrunching her nose in confusion. "It ain't your one la - language."

"No it isn't my first language, it's my second." Lavina said, flawlessly understanding her garbled mess; causing Homura to become startled at how happy she was at that. It really isn't her fault, considering the fact that it had been years that someone could completely communicate with her.

"Hmm, wh'ts your f~irst?"

"Japanese."

Suddenly, the older womans features made much more sense to the younger girl. Still, she should've known that fact - after all, even in the manga Lavina had been half Japanese - the only thing which she could remember about the older woman.

The silver haired girl blamed it on the fact that it was a bit jarring to see someone who was on paper, speak and laugh. No, wait - she couldn't think like that anymore, the woman in front of her was living and breathing - her skin made of the same material as her own, and blood pumping in her veins. Not anymore, was Lavina just a name she'd heard in a passing by.

It was important now.

It seemed that her denial was gone. Snorting slightly, the young shook her head at the elder womans inquisitive gaze, before continuing on with her lesson. Honestly though, the fact that she hadn't freaked out or fainted already was alarming as well. However, it could be due to the fact while her thinking process was like an adult, her brain was still only as developed as a child - meaning that larger shocks would become much less severe. It was either that, or the whole prospect hadn't sunk in yet.

She would most likely go with the latter.

Sighing slightly, Homura found herself repeating the words which Lavina said, her voice soft and calm. However, it was the determination in her eyes, which caused the older woman to smile fondly - wiping away tears when the two year old couldn't see them. She hadn't admitted it, in hopes of it to leave her, however, she had dearly missed her darling daughter.

On the other hand, the younger girl seemed to be at a pause. Her brain suddenly struck with a piece of information, which she later wished she hadn't realized. After all, ignorance was a bliss, wasn't it? Her mind began buzzing, as questions popped into her head. Her name was Homura, right? Was she supposedly a side character which hadn't been shown in the manga? No that couldn't be it, after all, her brain nagged her, stating that evaluation was incorrect.

Shaking her head, she pushed those thoughts away - inserting them into the back of her mind. She think about it later, surely it wasn't much of a big deal.

Her name is Marino Homura and if only she knew how wrong her hypothesis was, then maybe she would've been able prevent what was to come.

Her name is...Homura, and she knows the truth.

It was only after Lavina left, promising that she'd come back the next day, that Homura remembered the facts, the story. (it wasn't a story anymore - and it scared her, it scared her so goddamn much-)

Gokudera Hayato, that's who she was - or rather, is.

Guilt was the first prominent emotion in her brain, after all, if now she's Hayat...Gokudera, then what happened to the original Gokudera? Did he just die, just as soon as she took over his body - or she, if that's what she should say now, Did the original die, as a girl who had yet to live? Did she die forgotten like the other hundreds of people in the world?

She did, didn't she? - And it was all Homura's fault.

Her eyes shot open like a torpedo, as her brain whirred like a hurricane, causing her to break into fits of coughing, her eyes growing misty with confusion. It wasn't the time now to think about such stuff, what was more important was about the upcoming events. However, there was no way that they would happen, right? Then again, if she really was in the manga (and there was too much evidence to say otherwise - including her impending depression) then everything that happened in it, would happen here.

Homura didn't want that.

She didn't want to be caught up in the fighting, the politics and the death. She just wanted to be normal human being, and live a peaceful life - maybe have a few children. Really though, it was odd that with her policies and behavioral traits, that she was reborn into the female version of one of the most...irritable person in the entire manga. After all, she was almost nothing like Gokudera Hayato, save for the fact that her brains were more developed then they should've been - and that was only because of her reincarnation(how she was wrong, ever so wrong, but she would learn and she would grow. Both Hayato and her, they were oh so similar that it hurt - however, she only realized that when it was too late and when everything she loved started to leav-). The female knew that she couldn't completely escape the plot of the manga, however, she refused to act as someone she wasn't. Whether fate, liked it or not - although currently, she was would think that it was leaning towards the latter. Whatever, it was its fault she was in this situation anyways, therefore, it technically couldn't judge.

After all, while she did want a peaceful life, it wasn't like it was meant for her. She had to admit, both her old self and her new body, thrived on the rush of action.

So she would improvise, the silverette decided, shaking her head firmly. Yes, she would improvise and make sure to change whatever she could, into her favor. After all, that was something she's always been good at, may she be Gokudera Homura or Agata Luna.

Suddenly a thought struck her, causing her eyebrows to furrow slightly. If her last name in the manga was Gokudera, then why was it Marino, now? Yet, the answer came in the form of a question, one which did not come from her, or anyone around her - causing the young girl to jump from the sudden voice.

'Think about the manga, who was Lavina in the manga?'

As the understanding came towards her, her face begun to pale, making the already white skin of her face, go even more white - her body beginning to look translucent. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as the familiar feeling of bile and bitterness began to crawl up her throat and into her mouth. Her stomach lurched, before she swung her head over the side of her bed, throwing up all over the ground - her lips burning with the bile. As her sight begun to fade and forehead started throbbing from all of her thoughts, the young girl shut her eyes, promising to clean the mess up in the morning.

It wasn't long before she fell asleep, nightmares haunting her past the skin of her eyelids.

Just like always - because her name is Gokudera Homura, and she is a demon.

And demons don't deserve a peaceful, happy life.

Her name is Gokudera Homura.

She plans.

It took a minimum amount of time and effort for her to convince her father to allow Lavina to be hired as her tutor. All she did, was smile up at him with her innocent smile and plead with her puppy eyes, before explaining how and why she wants the other silverette to become her tutor. After explaining that she won't except anyone else but her, her father sighed, before submitting and allowing the older woman to teach her. It did help that, (if she hadn't been wrong) he was still in love with her - therefore he would feel much better with her near his eyes. Probably due to the fact that he was a Mafia boss, therefore, it would be better if the people he cared about were closer towards him.

Rather than her father, Homura was surprised at how long it took her to convince the said woman to become her tutor. First, the older woman had been calm and kind, saying that it was nice of her to offer, but she had her own job. The two year old had to insist that she would pay her more, before the twenty two year old became a bit more frazzled, her nerves appearing. Quite a while was spent with the both of them politely arguing, before Homura finally had enough - considering the fact that a migraine had been starting to form in her head. In fact, it was probably only due to her short stunted sentences that the elder female hadn't been able to get out of the exchange yet. Finally, she asked whether or not Lavina liked her old job, and when the older woman hesitantly said no, the girl had pressed on, asking why she wouldn't take this new job then? When Lavina had been silent, Homura had sighed, disappointment in her eyes, before stating that when she had an answer, to please come to her. It was only as she turned around, and walked away had she heard the quiet acquiescence of the familiar eyed woman - settling her own nerves and beating heart instantaneously.

So it was decided. Lavina would be moving into their house and she would hopefully be settled into her room by next friday. Homura would do anything to make sure that the events wouldn't go as they did in the manga - maybe she didn't know the older woman well, however, she owed it towards the real Gokudera Hayato, to fix what was broken.

Maybe then, some of her guilt would disappear.

Sighing softly, the young girl clutched her head as she stared at the paper in front of her, her musings being cut through with logic. While it was safe for her to write down what she remembered, the young girl was still worried about someone unneeded to come along and read what she would write. Many people could read English, so that was a language which was out of the question, along with Italian - not that she was good enough at writing it yet.

What could she do then? It was granted that after a while her memory would fade, and she had to make sure that she didn't forget anything crucial to the story line - especially if her life was depending on it. She wouldn't, couldn't die another time - Homura couldn't handle those feelings of helplessness and pain again.

As her headache began to pound more insistently in her brain, she sighed and pushed the book aside, willing it to go away. Even in her last life, she had received the migraines, but never so harshly or stubbornly. Groaning, the silver haired woman paused as she heard the familiar thundering footsteps rush up the hall, coming closer and closer towards her room.

Counting down towards zero, with a soft smile spreading on her face, Homura waited until the last seconds, before she snapped her eyes open - just in time for the door to swing out with a thud, and another person to storm into the room, their eyes fiery and eyebrows drawn into a thin line.

"Who is it!? Who's the new nanny?" A five year old girl with pink hair said, bursting into the hollow, dark room, her lime green eyes twitching ever so slightly.

"Bianchi, no wreck 'nother door." Homura said sternly, watching as her sister gained a hearty blush over the tops of her cheeks and over to the tips of her eyes.

"Sorry sorella, but i'm just annoyed. Is it true, do we have a new nanny?" The future Poison Scorpion asked, calming down slightly, however her eyes were still wide and curious.

The silver haired girl smiled despite herself, before shaking her head, causing her sister to perk up slightly. "Thank goodness. I was worried that we'd get another one."

Biting her lip, Homura softly responded, her eyes filled with amusement. "Bianchi would..." Suddenly, her nose scrunched up in disturbance, trying to find the right words. "make 'em leave."

"What do you mean?" The older girl asked softly, a mischievous grin on her face. "I have no idea what you're talking about sorella. After all, the nannies left from poison sickness, nothing that I could do about."

Snorting, the cobalt green eyed girl shook her head, before leveling her sister with a glare - however, it did nothing on her chubby, childlike face, in fact, it only served to make her look like an angry kitten. "No lie. Lie is bad." The two year old said, with as much conviction as she could muster, causing her older sister to hide a giggle.

"Alright sorella, I won't lie...As long as you tell me why that lady was here earlier. After all, if she isn't a new nanny, then who is she?"

Ah, the art of blackmail - something which all good Mafia members had to learn. Although, it was shocking for her five year old sister to learn it (no matter how she used it on little things), but what should she expect anyways? They were daughter of a Mafia leader, it was expected of them to learn that art. With that thought sobering her up, Homura grew quiet, as she stared at her older sister, a calculating look on her face. Now that she knew who she was, the girl remembered the strained relationship that the...original had with Bianchi. However, looking at the small (although taller than her), lime eyed girl that was looking up at her now, the silverette wondered how that could even happen. Homura loved Bianchi and Bianchi loved Homura, it was as simple as that.

Nothing would change it.

Homura wouldn't let anything change it.

"Sorella? You okay?"

Snapping out of her daze, the two year old smiled, before shaking her head softly. "Homura is fine. Ms. Lavina is Homura's tutor."

"Really? You have a new tutor? Papa, didn't mention that." The pink haired girl said thoughtfully, as the silver haired one began to respond.

"Homura asked Father. Homura likes Lavina."

"Oh?" Her elder sister raised an eyebrow at this. "You never like the tutors which you have. What's so different about this one, eh?"

" ..." The younger girl trailed off at this, unsure of how to exactly put it into words. Finally, she was struck with a set of words, which easily came out of her mouth. "Homura like her. She feel warm."

"Hmm. Alright then, I trust you."

The last few words which her sister uttered, caused the younger girl to wince, guilt unexpectedly flowing into the crooks of her heart. That, that single sentence, it was one that she could never say to someone, and didn't deserve to be said to her. Every word she spoke and every laugh she let escape, all of them had to be carefully planned, unlike Bianchi. Never, could she fully and completely trust someone - if not for her own sake, but theirs'. After all, many would want that type of information, no matter how delusional it sounded.

Homura shivered. Many would kill, to get that information.

So no, she would never, ever tell anyone the truth.

It was for their own good.

Sensing her odd mood, her elder sister eyed her for a few minutes, before grabbing her by the hand and pulling her, causing the two year old to fumble onto her feet, before scowling up at her elder sister. Ignoring her pout, Bianchi shook her head, before laughing slightly. "Come on 'Mura, let's go to the Garden. We can play with Archer - you can even try to annoy him like you usually do."

With a grin pulling at her pouting lips and her expression lightening, the silverette pushed her worries to the back of her head, before allowing herself to be dragged along, her hair falling into the sight of her eyes. This, this complete and utter love, she would do anything for it. After all, Bianchi was hers - and nobody better fucking touch was hers.

And if they did, she would skin them and then burn them alive - just like someone once did to her.

She is Gokudera Homura-

- and she is selfish.

So how did it go? Granted, I probably shouldn't start another book while I am writing one already, however I just can't resist it! Anyways, I hope you enjoy it, and constructive reviews would really make my day.

Mia Caro(1): My darling

Until next time!

~ Titania of Fairies