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A Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Fan fiction

Disclaimer: KHR do not belong to me

I apologize for any grammar mistakes and typing errors in this story. English is not my first language.

If you dislike stories with original characters in it, please turn back now.

Enjoy!

Age Reference:
Xanxus - 16 y.o.
Hibari - 16 y.o.
Ryohei - 15 y.o.
Itsuki - 14 y.o.
Takeshi - 14 y.o.
Kyouko - 14 y.o.

Xanxus thought he knew the old fucker like the back of his hand but he was proven wrong the moment Timoteo laid his hands on him.

The old fucker is too soft to kill his adopted son with his own two hands, so Xanxus figured he either appoint someone else as the executioner or contain him somewhere.

He never thought he would Seal his Flames.

Sealing is one of the most heinous things you can do to someone. It is the same as crippling them. They only resort to sealing when someone commited a crime so horrible that being held in isolation cell by Vindice is a kinder punishment. Sealing usually leave the victim damaged beyond repair. Or if by some miracle the Seal is lifted, it still leave a mental trauma they will never fully recover from.

It's the same as condemning him to a slow, torturous death. Not even the prince brat trash that recently joined the Varia would Seal someone without having second thoughts. Yet the old fucker did it without the slightest hesitation.

Maybe the old fucker is not as soft as Xanxus initially thought after all.

Such thoughts don't make any differences, not when Xanxus couldn't access his Flames. He can't even manage to summon the faintest flicker of Storm Flame. His insides felt like they had been taken apart and sewn back together with haphazard stitchings.

He bumped against the sink this morning.

Xanxus. Do. Not. Bump. Into. Things.

Xanxus never felt so humiliated in his life. He will make the old fucker pay for what he did. Him and his Guardians, and that trash of a CEDEF head. He will burn them to death with his Flames, but not before torturing them first.

He will spare Federico. He is the only one beside the Varia who spoke up against the old fucker's decision to Seal him. Federico tried to defend him but what's done is done. Xanxus led a coup d'etat and Timoteo Sealed him in return. There is nothing Federico could do. But Xanxus will remember it.

The Varia will be put on short leash after this. The senile old fart is not dumb enough to kill the entire personnel of Varia. Squalo and the other scums would feel chafed for a while but they can handle it. They are still Quality.

They will take over Vongola eventually. Xanxus will not give up, no matter how long it takes. He is Xanxus. The man who will become Decimo. The old fart is wrong to think that Sealing his Flames is enough to stop him.

Timoteo only sees what he wanted to see.

That is a mistake that will cost him everything.

Xanxus was kept under heavy surveillance for a month in the medical wing until he can be moved to Japan. A month has passed and they still haven't taken off the bandages. The wounds he received from Zero Point Breakthrough: First Edition technique will leave scars on him. Damn that old fucker to the deepest hell. Xanxus spend his days getting treatment, giving his caretakers a hard time, eating, physical therapy and sleeping. First thing in order is to get back in shape. Xanxus can only dream to get his Flames back if his body is unable to take the load.

Speaking of dreams, ever since the old fart Sealed him, Xanxus' nights is plagued with nightmares.

The content is always the same. The old fart put his hands on a frozen Xanxus and Sealed his Flames, followed by a woman screaming.

Xanxus is positive there were no female agents nearby during that time.

His mind is already starting to play tricks with him. He will not allow it.

Federico visited him twice so far. Xanxus don't want to admit it but Federico's visits is the highlight of his days in the medical wing. If he is not fuming over his Sealed Flames, Xanxus is either brooding or bored. He almost misses the Shark's trademark yell. Almost. He certainly could do without Levi's ass kissing.

Federico updated him with the latest happenings in the Famiglia. The Varia have been given punishment, no surprise there. The old fucker have not recovered from his wounds, which pleases Xanxus. The construction of Xanxus' new home in Japan is close to completion. Xanxus didn't miss the irony of him being exiled to Japan, the country where Primo fled to in fear of Secondo. Federico must have noticed too. Thankfully he didn't say anything about it. The other trashes talked about it when they thought Xanxus is not listening. Scums, the lot of them.

The name of the town he will be staying at is Namimori. It was selected because nothing ever happened in that town. The place is that mind numbingly boring apparently.

On his third visit, Federico informed him that all preparations have been completed. Xanxus will fly to Japan first thing tomorrow morning. Fucking fantastic. He didn't say when Xanxus will be called back to Italy. Probably never, as long as the old fucker lives. Fuck. The thought of that old fart make his wounds itch.

The fated day arrived. Xanxus refused the wheelchair. He must not show any weakness, Sealed Flame or not. He schooled his facial features to that of indifference. No one dared to look at him in the eye, and definitely not at the bandages.

Federico enter his room before Xanxus about to depart to the airport. "I prepared a gift for you in Japan," He told Xanxus. "Use it well."

He clasp Xanxus' shoulder. The fact that Xanxus didn't pull away or make any move to remove the hand speak of his closeness to Federico. Which is to say much better than even (arguably) Squalo. Federico left as soon they said their goodbyes, his Rain following behind.

As the private jet gain altitude, Xanxus stare at the ground below.

The day I return to this land is the day I burn you all

Xanxus spent the entire flight sleeping. He wake up only to eat or to go to the bathroom. In the duration of the flight, he only threw two bottles at the steward so these trashes better not be complaining.

For the rest of the trip they must take the train. Namimori don't have any airport nearby. It either that or flying via helicopter. Xanxus chose the former because it will be less annoying. They reserve a bullet train just for Xanxus. Anything but the best for him.

It was five in the morning when they arrived at Namimori. A limo is already waiting at the train station when they arrived. The trains start to operate at 6 so they better get going to avoid any gawkers.

Xanxus had visited Japan only once before. It was Tokyo's metropolitan area. He didn't get to see what the typical civilian neighborhood in this country look like. The streets is neat, he'll give them that.

The neighborhood (he refuse to call it his neighborhood) can only be described with one word, idyllic. It was utterly unimpressive. Definitely cleaner and safer than the rundown neighborhood of his childhood.

The mansion which will be his residence during the exile is obviously bigger than the rest of the houses in the area. It take up the space of at least four other houses. The point of his exile is to keep a low profile. They could've buy the best hotel in this town but apparently a fucking mansion in a civilian neighborhood is the better option. Oh well, if he feel like a change of scenery, he can always stay at a hotel. What are they going to do? Spank him?

By the time they arrived, Xanxus is tired, hungry and irritable.

The chauffeur opened the door for him.

Xanxus step inside the building. Two dozens or so men lined up to welcome him.

He recognised every single one of them.

These men are not assassins but they are the servants of Varia. To put it simply, butlers, chefs and other sorts of occupation to look after a household. There are probably more somewhere around this mansion. These men have served him and the other assassins for years. They know Xanxus and his Guardians.

They are loyal to him.

Normally he would be assigned with new household staffs in order to isolate him. Instead he got his staffs from the Varia. This has Federico's fingerprints all over it. That man is cunning, a fact that often forgotten by others who only looked at his third son status. Those trashes are worse than scums. They are idiotic scums.

Federico's last words to him is to use his gift well. This is his gift. Xanxus would be a fucking idiot not to.

He found two guns in his bedroom and a workshop for him on the other side of the mansion. There are no Dying Will Bullets, which is a shame, but Xanxus expected that. He took a quick shower and head straight to bed.

When he wakes up, it's already noon. The chefs prepared brunch for him. After finishing his meal Xanxus read the report his men compiled prior to his arrival. Information about everyone living in this neighborhood, the criminal activities in Namimori and the influential figures around these parts and nearby areas, etc.

One of the profiles caught his interest immediately. The civilians living next door bear the surname Sawada.

Sawada Nana. Turning 34 this year. Her husband work on construction sites abroad. Mother to one daughter, Sawada Itsuki.

No relations with the head of CEDEF.

Moving on

Xanxus holed up in the workshop to create new firearms. Those trashes took away his X-guns. He must practise as much as possible in order to not lose touch. The basement have a firing range. No doubt he will spend a lot of time there.

If he is neither in his room, the firing range or the dining room, Xanxus can be found in the study. With his Flames Sealed, his cognitive ability will be dulled. He must exercise his brain regularly. Xanxus is Quality. He refuse to be reduced to an idiot.

The servants know better than to disturb him when he's working unless it's unavoidable. So Xanxus spend his time in silence except for the ambient sounds in the background. Pen scratching on paper, the 'click' when he load the magazine in his gun, the noise the bottle make when opened.

Whenever he don't feel like doing anything but not sleepy enough to take a nap, Xanxus will sit by the window. He spend a lot of time watching people, figuring out their attentions, memorising their tics. He is not going to stop now. His window is strategically placed so he can have an unobstructed view of the street. What he sees don't interest him much. Brats going to school, even younger brats heading to the playground, housewives greeting each other whenever they cross paths, husbands who just returned from work, delivery services, elderlies stretching out their legs, dog walkers, and so forth.

Boring

Still, out of habit and paranoia instilled on him, Xanxus burned their faces and routine in his mind and file them away.

For the first few days since his arrivals, the neighbors come by the mansion bearing welcome gifts. The staffs refused all of them. Politely. These civilians go back to their own homes with disappointment mixed with bewilderment on their faces, gifts in tow. No doubt they are already spreading gossip about the inhabitants of this mansion.

Two of such people who came by are the neighbour next door. The Sawada woman and her daughter. The daughter catches Xanxus' eyes immediately because her bangs are long enough to hide her eyes, just like Belphegor. She watched as her mother conversed with one of the staff. Judging from the package in her arms, the mother brought food.

The servant turn away their latest visitor. The disappointment on the Sawada woman's face is clear even from this height. They went back to their own home. Xanxus think nothing more of it.

Just civilian scums.

On Xanxus' first night in Namimori, Sawada Itsuki wake up in the middle of the night to find a woman looking down on her.

"Please help my son."

I ended up posting this story because I'm so thirsty for instant gratification. Why am I like this?

Xanxus… Is hard to write, okay? I'm still getting a feel of his character.

There will be magic in this fanfic. What the scope the magic will be, I don't know. When I first came up with the Ghost Whisperer idea, Tsuna is a wizard/witch who has unusual affinity with ghosts. With the help of the teachers in Mahoutokoro (Japanese magical school in HP verse), they Unsealed her Flames. I might write another fanfic revolving this prompt of Tsuna being magical.

Now, KHR really sucks with continuity. We were not given any explanation of Fuuta's power, Mukuro's reincarnations, Tsuna somehow able to see what others doing in other places during Kokuyo and Varia Arc, the ghosts, etc. It might get too much and I neglect to explain. I probably will be as confused as you are. I apologise in advance.

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