Chapter 6
That's it. She was done.
She may only be seven, for all that she was a genius, but even if she wasn’t she knew that sending her fratiddu to kill the Reborn, like, the Sun Arcobaleno, Worlds Greatist Hitman, was suicide. No matter how young her fratiddu was, if he was really almost in Japan her fratiddu would be coming back home in a matchbox. The second she heard the maids talking about it something in her… snapped.
It was nothing like what matri and patri said going Flame Active would be like. They said she would be hyper, and wanting to spar, and would probably get engrossed in whatever research she was doing deeper than ever before.
This was rage, and a deep possessiveness she’d kept pushed down all her life. This was her erupting in purple flames, instead of the expected green.
That means that she went to find her parents while in Dying Will Mode and did her level best to kill them for sending her beloved fratiddu on a suicide mission even as she had her personal attendant pull every string she had to get her the quickest flight out to Japan, and levels half the Bonivo headquarters in the process of hopefully lethally injuring her parents.
God, she hadn’t spent enough time with him. She hadn’t been there enough for him. She should’ve. She should’ve said fuck her parents and spent as much time with her bratty, candy and grape obsessed fratiddu as she could have. She should have picked up on the fact that her parents disliked him enough to send him on a blatant suicide mission.
As futile as the hope is, as much as she knows she’s going to be getting her fratiddu’s dead body for proper burial at best, and finding no body to bring home at worst, she hopes that her little brother is alive.
Alive, and lost at the airport. Alive, because Reborn decided he wouldn’t kill a five-year-old. Alive, alive, alive.
She hoped yet she knew it was futile.
So when she reached sleepy little Namimori, the city where Iemitsu’s heir was supposed to be living and who Reborn was supposed to be tutoring, and made her way to the house expecting to have to grovel to find out where he dumped her brother and finds him cheerfully munching on grapes at the dinner table?
She may have overreacted.
If overreacting means her Flames did what they wanted without her input, which included burning down the door in brilliant Cloud Flames, and tackling her little brother to the floor while screaming dramatically in Sicilian.
“Fratiddu, oh picciottu sciocco, siti vivu! Siti vivu e siti sulu! 'U Rieborn t'ha risparmiatu? L'ha ordinatu 'u Vongola Decimo? A chi stai indettatu? Oh, chiddu ca pò fari pi t'aiutari, fratiddu?”
“Sora granni? Siti 'nu nuvulu? Chi stai facennu 'n Giappuni?”
Seeing as she had an audience of Japanese people and it was considered impolite to speak in a language someone else didn’t speak, her lessons kicked in. She got up off the floor but wouldn’t put down Lambo, kept shaking and looking at him as if she couldn’t believe he was still alive and there and she was touching her