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, Dark, Mentions of Abuse, Coarse Language, ships are slow burn.

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

"Wear this one sorella!"

Sending her older sister a blank look the younger girl busied herself with her book once more, ignoring how the five year old pouted - her own eyes zeroing in on the third line of the page. Really, it was interesting to read things she'd already read before. After all, while she already knew most of the information; her mind found different ways to apply the said knowledge. For example, coding seemed so much more fun when she actually had the materials to do it, her fathers computer being one of the main targets. Really, the level of ease she had with getting through his password was very sad, maybe she'd have a talk with him about that...

Then again, it would be weird if he found out that a two and a half year old was looking through his computer.

So maybe she wouldn't tell him.

"This one would look amazing on you." The older girl tried again, only to be shot down without hesitation.

"No."

"Pleaseeeeeeee?"

Sighing, the young girl raised her head from her book before turning her attention to the glittering jade dress which was hanging from her sisters elbow.

"Ms. Lavina told me that I no-don't have to do anything which I don't wanna." Her grammar had been improving lately, a prospect which both excited her and terrified the adults. Apparently, children using words such as 'emasculate' and 'disassociated' was something to be worried about. Really, they were just lucky that she didn't go on a verbal rampage and cuss up a storm.

Pursing her lips, Bianchi stuck her nose in the air, before answering. "Oh yeah? Well Lavina told me that since I'm the oldest, you have to listen to me."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do!"

"I don't wanna." The two and a half year old insisted, her eyes narrowing as her sister suddenly gained a sneaky expression.

"If you don't wear this dress..." The five year old said slowly, "Then I guess that I'll tell cook that you had a tummy ache after eating all of the chocolates. That's a pity, after all, he was making tiramisu cake..."

A silence fell upon the two off them, sparks flying between their eyes as they glared at each other. After a while, the younger of the two of them, finally sighed, before answering her older sister in a grumpy tone.

"...Fine."

Ignoring how the pink haired girl jumped in joy, the two and a half year old pouted, her eyebrows wrinkled in dismay.

Curse her sister for being so childish.

(and how hypocritical was that?)

Her mother (technically wasn't she her stepmother...?) hated her.

"That green dress looks ugly." On you, were the words that were unsaid, but heard.

Well she didn't hate her exactly, but she certainly didn't like her - as every time Homura entered the room, she was shot a nasty look and a thinly veiled insult. When she'd first begun to understand what was happening and that she'd been reborn, the young girl had been confused at why she was treated that way from the only mother figure that she'd ever known. Back then, she'd ignored it, finding her language book much more interesting to read, than trying to figure out her 'mothers' feelings towards her.

However, as soon as Lavina had been brought into the picture, everything slowly began to make sense.

The older woman must've seen Homura as some sort of threat and was guarded against her, because of it. The younger girl didn't really mind, after all, a mothers love wasn't something she'd ever experienced, therefore it wasn't like she was missing something; as you couldn't miss something if you didn't know how it felt. However, it really was annoying when that whiny woman tried to separate her from Bianchi.

Bianchi was one of hers, so that bitch could go fuck off.

Honestly, while the manga had mentioned Gokudera's father - they never really talked about his stepmother. Even if they did, the young girl couldn't really remember it, after all, they were only mob characters so they didn't matter right?

The two and a half year was slowly realizing that wasn't the case.

After all, a simple mobs characters actions shouldn't have hurt as much as it did when that woman slapped her. A simple mob characters words shouldn't have hurt as much as it did when she was yelled at by that woman. Really, it was no surprise that whenever her father asked for family dinners she pretended to be ill; after all, she'd rather not be in the presence of someone who made her throw up, thank you very much.

Homura preferred to ignore her stepmother, because in the end, there wasn't anything she could really do anything against her. It wasn't like a two and a half year old could physically hit an older woman (yet), and Homura had no interest in blessing someone so useless with her effort. Not to mention, speaking up for herself was much too bothersome and she didn't really care about what the older woman thought; after all, it was best to stay under the radar. Who knew what that woman would do if she pissed her off, after all, she was from an esteemed mafia family and she must have some connections.

The silver haired girl wouldn't put it past the older woman to remove an obstacle if it became too big to ignore.

This was the underground world, the green eyed girl had to tred lightly here in order to survive. Well that is until she earned power. If you had nothing backing you up, then you were in deep trouble and she was currently one of the many people in that situation. Unlike Bianchi, she doubted that the Marino family would care about her - after all, she was the bastard child.

Therefore, until she had a stable ground to move upon, she'd stay out of the radar as much as possible. That didn't stop her however, from letting her thoughts expand however, and soon her notebook of ideas grew wilder and wilder; until most of the pages were filled. It wasn't a surprise, as in order to survive a world like this, she'd need to be as prepared as possible and it all came down to one thing; knowledge.

The more information that she had, the better - then no one would be able to one up her, nobody would be able to fool her and potentially hurt her.

Not like she had done to her in her past life.

...

Only a year had passed since she had realized that truth; and yet, all of her plans had been torn up and spit at her feet.

The goal was to not get attached - attachments would've only hindered her progress and caused herself to be exposed, more than she had wished to. It was bad enough that Bianchi was already under that category, and it would do her no good to extend that list. Exposure was something she couldn't allow herself to show, after all, this was the mafia realm, and anything that was around her could have been used against her. Therefore it was simple, don't grow attachments, and keep to yourself. Easy, right?

Homura had to sigh at how wrong she was.

"Homura - chan? Are you paying attention?" A pair of emerald green eyes popped into her own cobalt ones, causing the younger girl to blink back, before responding back calmly.

"No."

Lavina sighed, before pinching the almost three year olds cheek, causing the silver haired girl to let out a light shriek and mock pout as the older woman began to laugh softly, before scolding the said girl. "Don't be cheeky Homura - chan, it is unbecoming of a lady."

Huffing the three year old left her right eye twitch as she scowled at that statement, her mouth twisting into a frown. While Homura knew that the differences between gender were different at this...universe, she had never expected it to be so large and diverse. Sure, woman were given good jobs and decent pay, but in the mafia world, unless you were an assassin, most woman were given off as brides or agreement views. It was probably worse in Japan, if she remembered the manga correctly, as females were viewed as weak and needed to be taken care off.

Going back to the mafia, Homura wondered if that was the case, then that was probably the reason that Bianchi was shifted to become an assassin in the first place, as she couldn't see her sister want to hurt someone. Then again, the silverette doubted that anybody wanted to hurt someone.

However, to survive, the human mind and body would commit a thousand sins - whether the heart liked it or not.

"Why does it matter-" The girl finally bit out, before raising her head to meet the other womans gaze, defiantly. "Whether I am a girl or a boy? Why do people keep saying that gender matters, when it really doesn't."

The womans emerald green eyes regarded her curiously, before she sighed and shook her head with worry and yet, pride beaming on her face. "Society is a vast ocean of judgement, Homura. You can only go with the flow, or submerge underneath it, in order not to drown."

Blinking back at the metaphor (one which she didn't understand) the young girl cocked her head in confusion. Was she missing something here? "Drown? Why can't you just swim?"

"Some people don't know how to swim." Her tutor countered back flawlessly, causing Homura to knit her eyebrows together in thought.

"Then can't they learn?" The answer was obvious wasn't it, after all, learning how to swim was a very good skill to have; drowning wasn't a very fun way to die.

Well, dieing in general, wasn't very fun.

Lavina seemed shocked at her answer, and blankly stared at her a few times, before smiling softly - ever so softly. The amount of emotion in her gaze caused Homura to grow confused - the feeling only growing when the older womans' eyes became misty. Was she...was she crying?

Why? Why was she crying?

Who dared make her teacher cry?

Of course, as mentally old as she was, the silverette still had no idea of what to do about a crying lady. Hesitantly, she moved forwards, before encircling the other woman around the waist, ignoring how she froze up at the contact. Then a pair of hands hugged her, as the three year old felt lips press a soft kiss onto the tops of her head. Burying her head into the emerald eyed womans' chest, Homura relaxed at the amount of...warmth she was feeling from that single person; before closing her eyes and sighing.

"You are an extraordinary girl Homura - chan." The silverette heard her teacher whisper into her hair, before straightening up and removing herself from her arms. "Not many are like you out there."

"W - Where is there?" Her voice was bridled with overflowing curiosity, and puzzlement.

Silence and then - "The world." Her teacher whispered, causing the three year old to look up at her, confusion on her face; however, the older lady just pulled away and wiped her tears with her sleeve, leaving Homura with a cold hollow feeling from the lack of warmth. Questions bubbled to the top of her brain and the young girl opened her mouth to ask them.

However, Lavina then smiled at her, causing her to blink in shock and shut her mouth, her brain going blank, at how happy it was. Her mind blared warning signs, each and every corridor telling her to escape and that her plans were going to fail if she didn't do something now. So she did, but it was the exact opposite than what she expected herself to do.

"Are you alright?" What a stupid question, she's isn't supposed to care so why - why was she acting like she did? "Please don't lie. Lies are bad for you."

"...No. I'm really not." Her tutor whispered, after a moment, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

Frowning, Homura ignored the fear in her heart and the cold chilling in her chest and focused on the way her teachers tears made her want to punch someone. Gesturing for the taller female to bend down, the almost three year old hesitated, before reaching up and wiping the water which was forming in the corners of Lavina's eyes. Smiling up at the woman, the young girl took her bigger hand in her own, before pulling it towards her - her face lighting up with hopes of diverting her attention.

"You shouldn't cry. Crying makes people look bad." Only when she finished the sentence, did the silverette realized how rude it sounded. Wincing, the almost three year old opened her mouth and began to backtrack in order to not insult the woman, however, she was stopped when Lavina shot her a fond look.

As the older woman laughed at her actions the young girl had to tune out the other noises, just to focus on how the sound echoed throughout her mind. The idea of her teacher laughing, caused her heart to pound loudly in her chest and a large smile to creep across her face, without permission.

It was only then that she realized that against her best efforts, Lavina had woven her way into her heart.

Somehow, that prospect didn't seem as bad as it had before.

Even if, she had to re-plan everything now.

Dammit it, there went her entire evening.

...

Her first meeting with Dr. Shamal was much, much earlier than she expected it to be.

Well, technically it wasn't really a meeting; more like a look and go.

She'd been reading her book, it really was interesting as Homura didn't know that their were so many ways to make a human blind, when she heard her father and another man speaking in hushed tones in the left corridor. Blatantly listening in, the young girl made no attempt to hide herself, and stood at the end of the hallway, to observe the duo.

A man stood by the left side of her father, his height a half foot taller than the other man. Brown hair and tanned skin alongside of stubble of hairs caught the silverette's attention; causing her to tilt her head to the side as the stared at the other man, recognition flashing in her brain. However, it was only when his dark brown eyes turned to stare at her did she match a name to the face - one which caused a small gasp to escape her lips. Panic gripped the end of her mind, and before the two men could even open their mouth, she was gone; her dress flashing from behind the corner she turned.

Running down the corridor, the girl made it all the way to the garden; her heart pumping and her breathing ragged; before she stopped - completely surrounded by the greenery and flowers. Breathing harshly for a few moments, Homura barely had the presence of mind when she slumped to her feet - her green eyes widely staring off the in the distance.

So that was him then. Trident Shamal, the original Gokudera's teacher and role model.

Frowning, the girl stretched out her exhausted leg muscles her eyebrows crinkling together as she fell into deep thought. While it had been around a year since her sudden discovery at her rebirth, it was only then that Homura realized that the truth of the matter hadn't sunk in yet.

Rather, she had forced it to not sink in (she was very good at convincing herself when needed).

She was lonely and vulnerable in a world full of assassins. Sure her brain was more developed than the average human and her hacking skills weren't something to laugh at; however, in a physical fight, she'd be down in a few seconds.

Fuck. She was screwed, wasn't she?

How could she get stronger? Sure she could go up and ask her father for lessons, but she doubted that he'd agree. Her instincts told her that he wanted his youngest child nowhere near the darker aspects of the mafia family; however, with her knowledge, that was near impossible. It wasn't like she could ask Lavina, as she was sure that woman would want her far away from the mafia as much as her father and her tutor knew nothing about defense.

Her stepmother was out of the question.

That meant that there was only one person whom she could turn towards.

"Sorella? What are you doing out here?"

A grin spread against her face, as Homura looked upwards, a gleam hidden behind her eyes.

"Bianchi...can you help me with som'thing?"

While the original Gokudera and herself were very different, there was one thing which will always bring them together - something which Homura would look back years from now and silently wonder about the irony.

The chords of the piano were almost like a hymn to her, her chubby fingers gliding over the keys like a prayer (an odd thing, when she didn't believe in god). The sound filled the hallways, bathing each corner with a certain sense of depth and letting all which was lurking near and far grow stronger and stronger with the melancholy in the tone. Her eyes were shut, the darkness behind them filled with scenery of whatever picture she was painting; her lips humming along to the solemn rhythm.

It's only then, when she's playing piano, that the silver haired girl could forget about her surroundings, her mask and most importantly, herself.

Hours would have passed, before she would open her eyes again - numbly staring into the distance as the melody still vibrated in her ears, and how new callouses would have formed on her hands. However, the only thing which she could always feel was the solidity of the fact that she was all alone; that and the wetness of tears on her cheeks.

This. This was why she'd never allow her 'family' to see her in this state, not only because they would only showcase her ability, but also because allowing them to see her play the piano would mean she was exposing her deepest darkest secrets. Vulnerability was something which every human had, however, that didn't mean that one would want to expose it. Besides in the mafia rule book, it said that one must conceal all of their thoughts - or else they'd be submerged in the waves of emotions.

Shutting her eyes, the silverette whined slightly when she found herself being shifted into a pair of warm arms; a smile growing at her lips, when her...mother (she finally accepted the fact, ignoring how it took so long), kissed the top of her head.

Maybe vulnerability was against the rules; but well, Homura had always been a rebel.

A little thing such as rebirth, wouldn't change that.

...

Ehh hehehe. Surprise?

*Dodges as tomatoes fly at me*

Sorry this is so late, but I kind of had a writers block about this book and was unhappy at the shortness of this chapter. However, there's nothing more I can write without ending on a good note. So here you all go! Hopefully, I'll be able to finish up my school work so I can update my other stories - but we'll see how that goes.

To all of you whom have stuck with this book, even with my crappy update schedule, I thank you; the next chapter will be on it's way soon.

Ja ne, for now!

~ Titania of Fairies.