Hey there everyone, this is going to be my first time NOT doing a romance fic. I just thought I would add some sweetness into the lives of some of the most dangerous people around. Lol. It's gonna be fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it just as much as I am writing it. But the thing I want to let you all know that this is just an introduction. The first part of the story will be written out later today and I'll have it posted up as soon as I can for you all to read and laugh about. Well yep! ENJOY. And don't forget to review, I love getting them and reading them and feeling all happy about them!.

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6 pairs of eyes were focused on the bloody bundle in the arms of their mist guardian. There was a steady breathing coming from inside, indicating it was alive. Daemon Spade had returned from his mission…with this.

"What is it?" Giotto asked his mist guardian.

"Her name is Rose." the man said.

"Who is she?" G asked.

"Is she all?" Giotto asked, behind his calm demeanor he was beginning to feel a little anxious.

"The only one alive."

"What's going on?" G asked.

Giotto got up from his seat and went over to Daemon, he took the girl from him and laid her down on the couch that was in the center of his office.

"She was the daughter of a close friend." he murmured.

"Was?"

"The entire family was assassinated." Daemon said, "I found her hiding under her bed."

"What now?" Asari asked.

"We're keeping her." Giotto said, his voice was authoritative, but surprisingly gentle. No one protested, even the mist guardian didn't object.

~' 3 Months Later '~

It became quite clear that the child was wary of the people around her. She was still suffering from the trauma of seeing and hearing her family being killed. It took one month for Giotto to convince her that she was safe and among friends. She began to break out of her shell after the first month. She began to smile and laugh. Capturing the hearts of the guardians in her tiny little fingers. Thought still a little shy around them, she began to gradually relax in their presence and enjoy herself.

The third month she was completely at ease with her 7 guardians and began to be more animated with her actions. The one thing that never went away was her fear of men with moustaches…Giotto confirmed that the assassin who killed her parents must've had one. Daemon found that so amusing he laughed for hours. Her fear of strangers wasn't as much of a fear than just her shy nature.

(Now you know why none of the first gen. guardians were cleanly shaven.)

The guardians themselves had their own moments with her. They treated her with care and spoiled her endlessly, well some of them did. She thought of them all as older brothers, except for G, to her he was just G.

Giotto treated her like a little sister and was always gentle around her. He was trying his best to keep her away from the dangers of the mafia world, but he knew it was only a matter of time before she would be old enough to know the truth about the cold, unforgiving world she grew up in. Until then he promised himself that he would keep her sheltered and give her a chance at a happy life.

G wasn't as happy about her being around at the beginning of her arrival. But as he watched her struggle in her change of environment he eventually came to like the little red head. She wasn't overly unbearable as other children so she would be okay. He warmed up to her and now he acted like the overprotective brother that would scold her for doing anything that was mildly dangerous.

Asari called her Rose-Hime and was one of the ones that spoiled her rotten. He played music for her when she woke up after having a nightmare that would quickly lull her into a peaceful sleep. Then he took time to teach her how to play her very own music. Occasionally you will see them playing hide and seek around the mansion.

Lampo, from the beginning disliked children and made it his mission to stay away from the red-headed demon. He couldn't run away from the girl when Giotto himself ordered him to baby-sit her. He had made her cry, and every time he did that G had beaten him black and blue. Eventually he found it in his heart to accept this little girl…and her big brown eyes…who was he kidding, she had him wrapped around her tiny little fingers. It also helped when the girl looked up to him. Heck she was the one spoiling his rotten, getting that giant ego of his to grow even bigger.

Knuckles acted like her mother. The boxer was put in charge of her well-being. He probably knew more about her than the others because come bath time, she would tell him about everything she did that day. He loved the little girl, she brought joy into this gloomy mansion and probable changed the guardians for good. She did have a bad habit of running out of the bath in only a towel when ever she heard Giotto's voice, that never ceased to amuse him and the people that were there…but they needed to fix that little habit.

Aluade was his normal composed self whenever he was at the mansion, and made it a requirement to ignore the red head whenever he saw her. Very shortly he realized that his method wouldn't work. She seemed to have started idolizing him after seeing him train one day. Knuckles said something like 'You're like her cool older brother she wants to be like.' Aluade scoffed at the notion, but the brown eyes that looked at him with such awe and admiration wasn't something -he grudgingly found out- he could ignore…so he indulged her…and showed off more than usual.

Daemon was a very bad influence on the 6 year old, everyone agreed on that, except the 6 year old herself. She would defend the mist guardian, while said man watched with an amused look on his face. He always stopped her though, right before she could actually 'prove' his innocence. In his defense he just told her about the missions he's been on, and even created illusions for her amusement. When asked why he did that he would simply state he was distracting her so he could get his work done, never admitting he liked to see that joyful expression on her heart shaped face.

To the Vongola boss and his 6 guardians the 6 year old captured their hearts easily. With her long red hair, and her pale , soft skin that was always warm to the touch, and her warm, chocolate brown eyes that could bring any man to his knees, she was an angel. Her innocene drew in the 7 souls, like bee's to flowers. Having lost faith in the deadly dark world around them they wanted to preserve what little good was left. She was the light in their darkness.

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Well there you all go, the preface, there is an actual story behind all this so don't worry. This is just so you can have a little background info on it.

So I wanna see your thoughts on this. Do you think it is a good idea doing a story like this?

And does anyone wanna see a Giotto/OC story…cause I have some ideas on that, of course it's going to be a diff one than this…cause this is all about Rose!

And just a little warning now, I suck at making little kids talk…so it will be normalish…just pretend she's a very bright…6 year old.

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