"But the thing is, are we going to kill anyone?" A girl with long black hair asked, throwing some knives at the wall with a dart chart. "I don't understand why we should let them live."
A group of five teenagers sat in a waiting room, looking bored or sick. The group consisted of two girls and three boys. They were all wearing similar outfits and looked very professional as if they were a part of a group or gang.
"Calm down, Killer." The boy dressed in a blue vest walked over to the sassy girl, his dark brown hair covering one eye. "Those assholes threatened our boss."
"We need to get information from them." The blonde who stood in the corner spoke up. "Then we can kill them."
On the other couch, a small boy held his mouth and began to look pale. The light brown-haired girl held him close, trying to comfort him. "Guys, I don't think we should be talking like this for the young master's sake."
"It's fine." The small boy spoke. "Whatever Kiyomi-nee wants, we should do. She's our boss after all." Removing his hand from his mouth, he turned around to look at the door.
The door opened and a boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes entered the room, his outfit similar to the other five but red. With a grin, he moved to a side and let the girl with long honey-colored hair enter the room. Her chocolate brown eyes shined with determination.
"Alright, everyone. " She spoke up, smiling at her friends. "I, Kiyomi Sawada, will commence this mission. Let's go!"
"Yeah!"
One Year Before:
In the small Japanese town, Namimori, a middle school girl was brushing her long, honey-brown hair. Already wearing her Namimori middle school uniform, she tied her hair in a half-up ponytail. Seeing the time on the clock, the girl grabbed her bag and walked out the door.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" She giggled as she walked back inside and grabbed the red armband that reads "Disciplinary Committee" in kanji symbols. "And I'm ready." She smiled as she slipped it over her left sweater sleeve.
Walking down the stairs, the honey-haired girl walked down and greeted her grandparents. She walked over to her grandfather and kissed his cheek then moved to her grandmother to give her a hug. "Morning, Grandpa, Grandma~!" She giggled as she went to the fridge to grab the orange juice.
"Morning, Kiyomi." Iemitsu smiled at the young girl. This man is now retired from his old job as the boss of the Vongola CEDEF and living a peaceful life with his wife and granddaughter.
"Morning, Kiyo-chan~!" Nana smiled as she flipped the pancake. "Today we have pancakes and bacon for breakfast~!" Since her husband and granddaughter came back from Italy, she has been happy to have a lively household again.
"Really? Yay! I love you, Grandma~!" Kiyomi giggled as she put the juice on the table.
"You're early today, Kiyomi." The only man in the room pondered. "Is there an event today?"
"Huh? Oh, no." She giggled. "Today, I have to meet with Kyoya-sensei before I go to school."
"You should be calling him, 'Hibari-sensei', right?" Nana asked as she placed a plate in front of her husband. "Calling him by his first name seems a bit rude, Kiyo-chan."
"I did in the beginning and then he would always glare at me. Dino-san told me to just call him 'Sensei' and Kyoya-sensei told me to use his first name since he has three kids." Kiyomi said as she took the paper from her grandfather, who started to eat.
"Hm, well, as long as he's fine with it." Iemitsu chuckled before he took a bite. "Are you training after school or do you have a meeting?"
"I talked with Natsuki yesterday and we don't have a meeting today. As for training, I have to talk to Sensei." Kiyomi sighed as her grandmother gave her her own plate of pancakes. "Thanks, Grandma." She took a bite and blinked when she heard someone coming down the stairs. "Huh?"
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KHR: Children of the Sky
Acción"Why do you wish to become the next Vongola Boss?" Family? Power? Love? Tsuna has to choose his next successor for the Vongola Familiga and he chose his second-oldest, however, he couldn't believe his friend, Basil, would pick his oldest. Even worse...