I do not own KHR. In this fic, I only own Tsukiyo.

Blindfolded. Hands tied behind her back. Tape plastered over her mouth. Tsukiyo came back to her senses with that realization. She tried to loosen up the ropes holding her but it was futile.

The last time she was awake, she was taking a walk in the park to soothe her anger towards Reborn. They had an argument about her little brother, Tsuna. Then, she felt a strong hit behind causing her to lose consciousness.

"We're here," she heard a harsh baritone voice, followed by a halt of the humming sound of the car's engine. She heard the car's door slammed closed.

Someone took off her blindfold. "Sawada Tsukiyo-dono," a man in black formal suit said, not a smile on his face. "We're here in your new home. Don't worry. We're not going to hurt you." He was untying the ropes around her. Another man, in the same black suit, got out of the car from the driver's seat. Tsukiyo's heart was beating rapidly and she tried to look as calm as possible.

"Who are you people?" She managed to ask without stammering. And sure, she was afraid. She looked at her surroundings and noticed a gargantuan, creepy-looking castle nearby. They were in the middle of a thick forest and the skies were starting to darken. Her eyes were filled with panic and her body indulged in cold sweat.

The man escorted her out of the car without giving her an answer. He approached another man who had just finished making a call. She wanted to run at the given chance when the two are oblivious to her but they knew she couldn't. Night's going to fall soon and who, out of their minds, would dare to take the risk of running into a dark forest alone and without any idea where they are.

"I just informed Reborn-sama that we already reached the Varia Castle," the man holding the radio said.

Upon hearing the name of Reborn, a wave of fury was stirred inside Tsukiyo. She took a deep sharp breath but it was meaningless since it didn't even help calm her.

"Reborn!" Tsukiyo shouted, her eyes widened in fury. "What the hell is wrong with that baby? He tortures my poor little brother insisting that he must be trained to be worthy as being Vongola's tenth boss, brainwashes Tsuna's friend into that mafia whatever, and worst he always involves innocent people like mom!" Reborn had done it. Ever since he entered his little brother's life, and apparently her life, everything was at chaos. Their house was always bombarded with people – idiotic, scary, or both. For goodness' sake, she doesn't even know who they were or even if they were connected to her family. And the most astonishing part is that her mother doesn't seem to notice that their house was turned into a bar, except for the liquors and other vices. They were not even paying! For all she knew, they weren't that rich. Forget about the expenses, but the peacefulness of their house was deteriorating.

"Vooiii! Who dares disturb the Varia headquarters!" A defeaning voice boomed showing its owner. The guy has a long silver hair and Tsukiyo found his bangs splendid but his eyes were belittling. He was holding a long sword in his hand as if ready to attack anyone he sees. The men with Tsukiyo approached the silver-haired guy but left a promising distance between.

"We brought Ms. Tsukiyo Sawada with us. We believe that Reborn had informed you about her arrival."

"Oh, the wimpy kid's fucking sister?"

A vein popped behind Tsukiyo's head. I'm gonna effin' kill this bastard if I hear my name again with such obscene words. Tsukiyo tried to glare at him but failed at the ominous aura he was emitting. Instead, she stared at down at her red sneakers.

"We're leaving her in your care," the man who undid the ropes said. He faced Tsukiyo who just raised her head in disbelief, her gaze thrown upon the three of the people in there. "We need to get going, Sawada-dono. We hope to see you again."

The last sentence means something, at least, for Tsukiyo. She watched them get in the black car and drove off leaving her with the silver-haired guy. Tsukiyo was left in despair, mentally crying. She hugged herself to fight off the cold feeling the place was giving her. For the unexpected event's sake, she was wearing a sky blue shirt with double thin dark horizontal lines running below its chest part. The number 27 was also apparent on its upper left side, serving as an imprinted badge. She borrowed it from Tsuna, and paired it with light green baggy pants. It was boy's clothes alright but she's a hundred percent girl. Ok, maybe ninety percent, majorly feminine, eh? She's fond of boy's clothes. She found them way cooler than that of girl's. That's why she admires Gokudera's style. Simply awesome, except for the skulls though. She hates skulls. And Gokudera's a foe, for her.

"Ah, h-hello," Tsukiyo stammered, flashing a smile at the silver-haired guy. He gave her a glare, and the smile on Tsukiyo's face faded. She had dealt with people like these before. How? By ignoring them. Nonetheless, she was observing him. The guy was wearing a black trench coat. If Tsukiyo was given a chance, she would want to wear one, too. She saw a red insignia in the coat, written 'Vongola Varia'. She was still for a moment, thinking how can Reborn send her to Varia. Of course, she just learned about the mafia issues and knew just a little bit of it. And from eavesdropping, she had found out about Varia being a skilled assassinating group of the Vongola Family. Her life's nearing its end. Lucky, am I not? She thought to herself disdainfully.

"Pick up your fucking baggage and let's get moving midget. That bastard Lussuria must have cooked dinner already. Tomorrow, you start your job." He turned his back against her and started to stride towards the castle.

She did not want to follow him but a howl from the woods sent a shiver to her whole being.

She quickly ran towards the man. "Wait, mister! Waiiittt!"

"Vooiii, shut up! You're too loud, midget!"

Look who's talking, she thought, letting pass the insult. It wasn't her fault she's a midget.

On the way, nobody tried to start a conversation so Tsukiyo made herself busy staring at the fortress ahead. Its tall unyielding walls and parapet made her heart throbbed faster than usual. Add it with its creepy silhouette as the night wrapped it. She wanted to run, really run far away and possibly never come back. Hey, where is she, really?

"Squalo," the silver-haired guy caught her attention. Tsukiyo stared at him, puzzled.

"The fucking name is Squalo, damn it!" Tsukiyo had her ears covered in no time but it was no use. His thunderous voice penetrated it.

Trying not to be rude, Tsukiyo gave a light smile. It would be a problem if she got him exasperated. She loved her life, right next to her family.

"A-ah, okay. My name is Tsukiyo. Sawada Tsukiyo."

"You don't know what you got yourself into, woman. You wouldn't even last for three days."

"Seriously, I don't have any idea of why I'm here and what I'm going to do here," she said honestly followed by a mild laugh, her hands rubbing the back of her head. Damn you, Reborn. Once I get back in there, I'll throw you out of my house. She was still cursing Reborn inside her head when she heard Squalo spoke again.

"Heh, you're like that Yamamoto kid. You're both annoying." He said not even facing her. Tsukiyo blinked. Oh, yeah. Tsuna have met them before. His little brother's subordinates, right?

Creepy. That was the only word running inside Tsukiyo's head. The castle itself was creepy. The people living in there were all creepy. Being there was creepy. The hell with creepiness, she wants to get out of there!

"I-i'm Sawada Tsukiyo." She was not even looking at them. Her gaze was focus on the blaze flickering in hearth at the corner of the room. Squalo wasn't around. He already introduced his self so he decided to better get lost. Xanxus, really in a bad mood (like he will ever be in a good mood), demanded his presence. Hell with his commands, Squalo wasn't even in the Varia headquarters. For who knows, he's out there in the thick forest, busy sharpening his skills in sword yielding or maybe, just maybe, balancing tops on his blade.

"Ciao!" A sing-song voice startled her. The appearance of the voice's owner startled her more. He had a brown hair on the other side, and green hair locks on the other, separated by a red spiky hair in between. He was wearing an open trench coat similar to Squalo's. And maybe to look cooler, he was wearing black shades. "My name is Lussuria. You can call me Lus-nee or nee-chan." If there was something missing from his introduction, it might have been a bone-crushing hug.

Her attention was caught again by an odd, eerie sound of laughter. "Ushishishi." The blonde guy, maybe about her age she thought, was holding an intricately designed knife; more like playing it and waiting for a chance to throw it at somebody. "Lussuria, the prince's presence must be announced," he said with a Cheshire grin not leaving his face.

Lussuria pouted. Tsukiyo can't even dare stare at his pouting face for ten seconds. It was a comical nightmare. "Moi, Bel-chan. Wouldn't it be better if you're the one to introduce yourself."

"Shishishi. No, princes don't do that. They have spokespersons to deal with it," he said. Lussuria complied anyway.

"Tsu-chan," he said causing her to twitch. He was really thinking they're really close despite minutes of meeting up. "This is Belphegor, also known as Prince the Ripper. If I'm not mistaken, he's around the same age with you." This Belphegor was wearing an open black jacket with a black striped violet shirt beneath. There were also bandages around his neck which Tsukiyo doubt as an injury. Fashion complex; she liked his style and somehow, it reminded her of Gokudera. But the tiara has to go. Shoo.

Tsukiyo almost fainted at the sight of a baby floating in the air. He was wearing a black hood matched with a cape producing an uncanny effect. She was attacking her mind about what they call that monster with a baby-like stature; however, the image of Reborn popped out her mind. Her lips curved into a disgusted smirk. Who knows, they might be related.

"Marmon." That's all the baby said. Tsukiyo blinked again. So thrifty with words.

"What should I say, boss?" A punk with a big built said. He has a black spiky hair. Tsukiyo looked at him stupidly. When you introduce yourself do you need to ask the assistance of others? For kids, maybe but this punk seriously needs to start acting like his age.

The creepiness she felt a while ago was now departing. They seem harmless; add it with foolishness and comical entertainment. Maybe, she'd love to stay.

"Just say your name, trash!" A spiky-raven haired glared at the punk. He has buzz cuts on his sides.

Okay, too early for judgment for Tsukiyo. His murderous tone got all the creepiness back to her.

He was reclining in chair which made him an image of an impatient king. There was not a smile on his face and the scar on his left cheek made him even looked cantankerous. His face was resting on his knuckles and his legs were crossed.

"I'm Levi. The boss right ha-."

The man whom he called boss, stood up and punch Levi before he could even finish his sentence. He walked past Tsukiyo, not even looking at him. "I want to rest. Don't disturb my sleep, scums." He glared daggers at everyone in the room. Tsukiyo felt his spine hover with chill again.

"A-and that is?" Tsukiyo asked Lussuria since he was the seemingly-friendly type of all of them.

"Our boss, Xanxus. Isn't he cool, ne, Tsu-chan?" He winked at Tsukiyo.

Tsukiyo was left dumbfounded. She blinked once, then twice. Then she raised an eyebrow to Lussuria. Seriously? He's more like the king of the Underworld. Wait, isn't that cool, really? Looks familiar and sounds familiar though. She shrugged. Impossible, anyway.

"Ushishishi. Long brown hair. Hazel-colored eyes. Features almost similar to that Sawada kid. No doubt, she's really his sister. She looks as wimpy as he is." It was Belphegor.

"I don't have time for these. I'm going to look for missions that would earn me money," Marmon said and flew out of the room.

"She's a midget, too." Levi added to Bel's statement, looking down at her.

Yeah, she's just a hundred fifty five centimeters tall. But that did it. Tsukiyo had enough of this people insulting her. She has a small frame, all right, and it doesn't mean that she's not going to be offended if that feature of hers was sentenced to ridicule her. She was even drinking milk, courtesy of Yamamoto Takeshi. Darn, she hated him for his height.

"Who are you calling a midget, you bastards! You're all lunatics! Let me out of here! I don't have any business with crazy people like you! I am g- "

"Going to be Varia's maid, trash. Now, shut up. Next time my rest is disturbed, I'll kill you," Xanxus said sharply appearing all of a sudden, his guns seized by his hands and pointed at her. He had that death glare. Tsukiyo froze.

Xanxus glared at the remaining people at the room. "If you won't shut her up, I'm going to blow your skulls." And he left.

"Oh, right. Xanxus' room is just next door," Tsukiyo heard Lussuria said.

"Going to be Varia's maid," she repeated in a soft tone. "Whhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttt?" Everyone in the room jumped at her and covered her mouth though it might be late. They stared at the door waiting for the appearance of their furious boss glaring at them with his guns ready to shoot them. Thankfully, he seemed lazy to get back, and after five minutes of complete silence and stillness, all of them relaxed, giving out a sigh.

"You're going to get us killed with your mouth, Tsu-chan," Lussuria pouted.

"I'm sorry."

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