Chapter 1

By Hidden Underneath the Underneath

Disclaimer- The only one I'll ever write. Don't own KHR

I am no one.

Correction: I was no one.

I died from what people call depression. My so-called family abandoned me after a week, month, who knows? I was drowning in the darkness, hanging on by a single thread.

But enough about the former me.

After getting pooped out and not being able to see, hear, taste, or smell jack, sleep took over my unconscious.

I only had time to eat before I could sleep during the next two and a half years, wondering what was going on, where was I, and who were the strange people surrounding me as I ate? What were the strange sounds?

Eventually and gradually, my senses was good enough to know what were my surroundings.

"Buon giorno, Gioia~" (Good Morning Gioia~)

A young, raven-haired boy with black eyes smiled down at me.

I attempted to say something, but all that came out was "Wa bu wo kaw fin nao~"( What are you talking about?)

"Mamma e Papà se ne sono andati per un mese. Tata Felicia e tata Lavinia stanno arrivando."( Papa and Mama are gone for a month. Nanny Felicia and Nanny Lavina is arriving.)

"Rinato~ Siamo qui~" (Rinato~ We're here~)

"Arrivo!" (Coming!)

And that was the start to my life.

I was tutored in the Italian language (reading, writing, and speaking), basic math (Addition, subtraction, multiplication, division, fractions, decimals, percentages, variables, etc.), basic home economics, dance, piano, and sketching by Nanny Felicia that year. Nanny Felicia was a olive skinned, brown haired, green eyed, kind-hearted young woman who was really good at making pasta, not to mention teaching me. She managed to teach me all that in around a year, with more complex Italian coming up, along with Algebra (Pre, 1 and 2), swimming, martial arts, violin, and watercolor painting. I tried to suck up every last bit of information she told me. I barely got a chance to even go to school in my... past life.

Nanny Lavina was harsh and strict, but she could also be nice at times. She was so sadistic though, like when Rinato got a question about speed wrong, she would take a scrap of paper, stuff it in her gun, and shoot it at him, which if he wasn't fast enough, the paper would explode. Lavina looked a lot like her best friend, Felicia, but their choices and personalities were like Yin and Yang.

Usually, Nanny Lavina taught Brother Rinato, but occasionally, they would teach Rinato and I together. I personally considered Lavina and Felicia to be our guardians because Papa and Mama were rarely home, and when they were, they had to leave right after the came, or they came home intoxicated.

Papa, Sorigoro Migliore, was the boss of a famous company, which made us rich, but he was always stressed out, hence the alcohol usage. He had a tall and sturdy build, with his raven hair slicked down, his calloused hands clenched at his side, his never-fading frown. It was like he could never relax. He would constantly scold or hit Rinato and I for minor mistakes.

Mama, Frebella Migliore, was a supermodel. She had wavy, chestnut black hair and sharp brown eyes. She was usually cold and calculating to everyone except for Papa, Rinato, and I.

We got along.

It wasn't until I was 6 and Rinato was 9 when everything started to go downhill, and the cold, cruel truth of reality opened up.

Papa wasn't the boss of a company- he was a mafia boss. Who was about to go to war with another mafia familigla. Rinato, Mama and I learned that the hard way when 3 people attempted to take our lives. 3 well-trained snipers had also learned the hard way that all 3 of us had mastered some form of self-defense.

Mama and Papa had gotten into a huge argument, and then called for a divorce. It was clean and quick.

But that wasn't the worst thing.

Neither parent wanted to claim Rinato and I.

Felicia and Lavina wanted to adopt us, but they didn't have any pay or housing now, so we decided to try to keep in touch.

The day before we were shipped off to an orphanage, the 4 of us sat by a river and just talked about our dreams, hopes, and secrets.

Felicia with her emerald eyes and the strange curl on her hair, me with my orange-brown eyes and my earmuffs that were comfy, Rinato with his coal black eyes and his fedora hat he liked to wear around, and Lavina with her chocolate brown eyes and her strange curl in her hair reflected in the river water.

A teardrop rippled the surface and distorted the peaceful picture.

~Gioia~

In the morning, Rinato and I packed up some stuff in a book bag, and was dropped off at a orphanage.

I immediately hugged Rinato, seeking the comfort of my hugs with him.

"W-will we be okay?" I sniffed and looked at him through teary eyes.

"I hope so, Gioia.

I really hope so."

~Means~

The orphanage was horrible.

It was crowded, noisy, and dirty, and the children- or better known as insufferable- freaking- brats, were annoying.

There were so many orphans that there weren't enough beds, so everyone had to share one. And the beds were tiny.

But there were tomatoes. Lots and lots of tomatoes. Tomatoes made Rinato happy.

The strangest thing though, was how some of the girls- around Rinato's age- were always giggling and whispering around him. I eavesdropped once and I had to step outside and laugh my head off.

"Isn't Rinato so cute?"

"I wish he was my husband!"

"That fedora of his just helps the coolness of him."

"He's so dreamy..."

I quietly snickered as they talked in hushed noises.

"But he get's followed by his sister a lot."

Oh?

"Yeah... Wait a minute, what if we befriended her, and then we would get to see Rinato a lot more!"

I could practically see through the wall the other two girls nodding their heads like no tomorrow.

"Let's go find her!"

Well then.

I humored myself as I watched them attempt to find me... from a tree. They had to look for an hour, and that was after I started throwing down rocks I had collected.

"Hey, Rinato's sister!"

Pfft. They didn't even know my name.

"Can we be your friend?"

I smirked evilly as I replied, "Sure. You just need to answer one question to be my friend."

They nodded in unison.

"What is my name?"

"Rin?"

"Nope." One pig down.

"Er... Torina?"

"No..." Two piggies down.

"Hmmm... Giotto?" BACON!

(That moment, something familiar flickered inside me, but I pushed it aside)

"Nope."

"Awww..." The three girls looked crestfallen, as I put a little more salt on the wound.

"Did you really think that you could court Rinato through me?"

They blushed as red as a tomato (Just imagine if Rinato was gnawing on their heads), and dashed off.

~Joy~

Hello, and welcome to my little corner of .

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

- Luna

(If my translations are incorrect, TELL ME PLEASE)