Summary: "Show me this so-called greatness
of the power of love," Hibari ordered. "Fall in love with me."
Haru could only stupidly gawk at him. Just what the heck did she get herself
involved in? HaruxMultiple Pairings
My lack of KHR knowledge might make some things
untrue or some characters OOC! XD
I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn because if I
did, there would be a lot more Haru loving!
Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise
and grammatically wise. I don't really have time to re-read and edit
things.
Chapter Twenty-one:
Vongola
HappyFace1886
The sound of footsteps caught Hideo’s ears, but
he simply casually leaned against the park bench. A sneer of a smile was on his
face even as he felt the terrifying bloodlust tear throughout the area. Others
might have been affected by such hostility, however Hideo was immune. No, in
fact, he felt delighted by this sensation.
For too long he had been overwhelmed by this
sensation. Night by night, he would have nightmares of this sensation, the
prickling of his skin as his instincts cried for him to run. The hot sweat that
would drip down his skin as he woke up gasping, his scar throbbing with pain at
the reminder of that brat’s existence.
“Prefect,” Hideo greeted as parting from the
trees was the silhouette of the all too familiar dark-haired boy. There was
murder in his eyes, exactly as Hideo had wanted. Yes, let the rage build,
become consumed by it. It’ll make everything all the sweeter once it was over.
“Bastard!” the mood was broken when Gokudera
yelled out, pointing an offending finger at Hideo. “Where the hell did you put
the stupid woman?”
Gokudera was ignored as Hideo’s gaze remained
glued to Hibari. “How does it feel, little Prefect, to have fallen so low?
“Oi!” Gokudera growled.
“Shouldn’t we be asking you that question?”
Yamamoto interjected calmly, though none could say that the calm was due to
detachment. The smile on his face was gone, replaced by a simple frown that
spoke in volume of his rage. Gripped tightly in his hand was his sword, ready
to attack on moment’s notice. “Kidnapping an innocent helpless girl only
because she became involved with someone you had a grudge against. Just how
pathetic can you get?”
“Shut up,” Hideo spat, the cocky jeer he had
been giving them changing at the accusation. “You have no idea what it’s like
to live in fear of your memories. This is my way of overcoming all that, to
give that fucking kid what he deserves! It’s to get revenge for all those years
of trembling in fear, unable to even beat the shit out of him for what he did
to me The bastard should learn to understand what a scary place the world is...
just like the rest of you!”
“Enough,” Hibari had enough of their babble. It
was starting to grate on his nerves. “Where is she?”
As if Hibari’s voice had caused a switch to flip
over, Hideo recovered from his episode and snickered. “But who would have
thought that that monster that stalked my dreams ended up becoming so pathetic
like this? In the past he was much scarier, so ruthless and unforgiving. Right
now? He’s nothing but a shadow of who he used to be.”
“Then give us Haru back,” Yamamoto snapped
impatiently and Tsuna actually shifted a bit away at the frightening aura
Yamamoto was giving off. It was enough to cause him to glance uncertainly at
him. It was rare for Yamamoto to become this upset. While true that Yamamoto
cared for Haru and hung out with her more than the rest of them, but the way he
was acting right now... it felt so much more personal.
...could he also be-?
Hideo released a bark of laughter, tossing his
head back with the gesture. “Give her back? Why the fuck should I? She’s become
the greatest hostage I’ve ever held. Even if the fucking prefect is so pathetic
now, at least I get to see him squirm in despair as he remains helpless while I
saw off that stupid bitch’s fingers one by-.”
Flames erupted almost against Tsuna’s will as a
fury he had never felt before exploded within him. His expression became
impassive, but none could deny the anger that burned deeply within his eyes. It
made Hibari narrow his eyes at him, all too aware of the memory of how Haru had
hotly yelled at him, saying Tsuna was strong because of the power of love. Had
that annoying woman also not spewed that this weak herbivore like that light brown
haired girl?
Could he also be...?
“Where is Haru?” Tsuna demanded.
Though taken aback by the sheer power the boy
was giving off, Hideo sneered at him. “Good luck finding her.”
Gokudera cursed before taking a step back and to
the side until he was covering a part of Tsuna’s back. Yamamoto did the side,
taking other side. They were surrounded. How the hell did so many people
encircle them so quickly without them noticing? The memory of the assassin from
the past resurfaced and he almost groaned. Of course, it had to be him... and
the guy must’ve brought friends.
“...if you can even get out of this alive, that
is.” Hideo laughed as he jumped over the bench, intent on escaping from the
imminent bloodshed. Before he completely disappeared from view, he could be
seen reaching into his pocket and pulling out a phone. The smile on his face
rapidly changed to that of a furious glower. His anger was so great that parts
of his yell to the phone could be somewhat heard despite the distance. ‘...find
her!... break... stop her from running!’
The chaos occurred all at once, several men
lunging for each of the teens. They weren’t the typical grunts that they had
faced before when Haru had been kidnapped. This time, they were hard-core
fighters, the assassins that Reborn and Bianchi must’ve referred to earlier.
“Hn,” Hibari lifted his arms, parting the coat
of his school uniform that was draped over his shoulders. If this was the way Hideo
wanted to play it, then fine. The man may have Haru for now, but once he found
her and caught up to the pathetic herbivore... that scar and the nightmares he
kept whimpering about would be a delightful dream compared to what he planned
on doing to him.
“We meet again,” a voice spoke and the assassin
with the long metal claws appeared from above, standing on top of the lamppost.
His eyes watched the fights, taking into consideration the skill of all of
them. However, his eyes were mostly trained on Tsuna’s glowing figure.
Those flames...
Those eyes...
Where had he seen that? It was on the fringes of
his memory... he just couldn’t get a clear answer.
“Decimo,” Gokudera dodged a swipe of a blade
that had been about to dig into his arm. “It’s that bastard again!”
Tsuna grabbed the front of one of the
assailant’s shirt, spinning on his heel in order to throw the man to the side.
He looked up after hearing Gokudera’s voice and saw the man with the
ridiculously long tongue, his weapon gleaming insidiously underneath the faint
moonlight. “Who are you?”
“My name? Luca... and you are my prey!” the man
lunged for Tsuna, his subordinates obediently leaping to the side.
“Decimo!” Gokudera yelled and was about to leap
in to help when another of Luca’s underlings appeared before him. “Shit!”
“Worry more about yourself first,” one of them
spat when a foot came and slammed into the side of his face. It sent him
stumbling sideways, but before he could get far, a hand came and grabbed the
side of his shirt and roughly pulled him forward.
“You,” Yamamoto said with a stiff smile, “will
tell me exactly where I can find Haru.”
“Like hell I will,” the man yelled, despite how
his face was already swelling up into a terrible bruise. He was surprisingly
stronger than he looked, breaking away from Yamamoto’s grip.
“Oh you’ll tell us alright,” Gokudera snarled.
“Because we’re the-.”
“Shut up, you punk!” another man appeared from
behind and Gokudera side-stepped to the right, avoiding the stab of a knife.
“Who you calling a punk?” Gokudera kicked the
man on the stomach and threw a dynamite stick at him as well, knowing there was
no way he was going to recover from that. “I’m part of the-.”
“Like we care what school club you’re a part of,
kid.” another assailant sneered. “You should be glad that the client requested
that we don’t use guns or else you four would have been long gone by now.”
“Club... school club?” Gokudera gawked before
sizzling in anger, lunging for the man. “Like hell I was going to say that
we’re of some school club! Shit, what famiglia are you from?”
“Ooh fancy,” the man dodged Gokudera’s punch.
“They teach Italian in Japanese schools these days?”
“I am Italian, shit-head!” Gokudera opened his
fist and grabbed the back of the man’s neck, jerking him downward so that he
could slam his knee into the man’s stomach. The assassin gagged at the feel of
the content of his stomach threatening to flow out. He clutched his injured
abdomen and fell forward while Gokudera puffed out his chest, looking extremely
pissed off. “We’re the fucking Vongola, that’s who we are!”
The name was enough to cause a pause in most of
the fighting... at least from the enemy’s side. Hibari showed no mercy,
slamming his tonfa into the faces and stomachs of many, sending them all
crumbling to the ground. Even Luca had stopped fighting, though Tsuna had the
decency to stop as well, stepping backwards to create space between them.
“Like hell you’re Vongola! It’s just a trick to
get us off g-!” the underling had no chance to finish his sentence as Hibari
shoved the tonfa into his neck, nearly breaking his wind-pipe.
“Where did you hear that name?” Luca asked in a
low voice, never taking his eyes off of Tsuna.
“Where the fuck do you think?” Gokudera snarled.
“Don’t listen to them boss!” one of the grunts
yelled. “Why would a big shot organization like the Vongola allow a bunch of
kids into their group?”
“Allow? We’re the fucking Guardians of the
Vongola!”
This time Luca laughed, a low growling sound
that would normally send shivers down the spine of his prey. “The Guardians?
Everyone knows that it’s the Varia that’s going to inherit that position.”
“That decision was changed a few months ago,”
Yamamoto coolly mentioned. “The trial amongst the candidates to be the new
Vongola Guardians and heir took place in Japan. Since we defeated the Varia,
we’re now the new Guardians and Tsuna,” he nodded at the silent boy with the
grim expression on his face,” is the future Decimo of the Vongola.”
“And what proof do you have of that?” Luca shot
back.
At that, Yamamoto simply pulled out the chain
around his neck, revealing an all too familiar ring at the end of it. Luca may
not have had the chance to have a clear look of the rings of the Guardians, but
he knew the general appearance of it. But what truly sealed the deal was the
boy in front of him.
Luca slowly turned his head back to where Tsuna
stood.
Those flames...
Of course!
Many years ago, he had seen the flames in
person. That majestic flare that could only belong to only one family. How
could he have forgotten about it? No... it was because his mind couldn’t
believe that something as regal as those flames could belong to such a small
child. The only other person he had seen bear those flames, other than Xanxus
of the Varia, was the Nono of the Vongola.
The flames of this boy was the exact same as the
flames that would erupt on the scepter of the Nono’s.
The strength in Luca’s legs disappeared as he
fell to his knees.
Shit...
Shit!
Seeing their leader fall to the ground, several
of his underlings shifted uncertainly. The fear was evident in their eyes as
they had all grown up listening to the stories of the great Vongola... and by
laying a hand on their precious heir, who knew what the Vongola and the rest of
the mafia world would do to them in retribution?
“...mercy... we didn’t know,” Luca whispered.
“Whatever you’re going to say doesn’t matter to
me,” Tsuna stepped closer to the fallen man who meekly raised his head. “If it
means being able to protect Haru, I will take on the Vongola name... I won’t
allow people like you to lay a hand on her... so before I lose my patience,
where’s Haru?”
Her lungs burned as she forced herself to
continue running through the endless halls of wherever these men had taken her.
With each turn, Haru made sure to memorize the route she was taking in order to
create a mental map of this place. Despite how she now had several bruises all
over her person and was bleeding on the shoulders and leg, her mind remained
sharp. She needed to know the layout of this place in case she ran into another
goon.
Still, her stomach churned as she carried the
heavy pipe that now had stains of blood on it. The blood didn’t belong to her,
but that didn’t mean it still didn’t make her feel sick... especially since she
could still hear the crack of someone’s skull when she had bludgeoned the
person with it.
So frightening... scary... but not enough to
make her stop. She had enough of being rescued. She was no longer the weak,
helpless girl that cried as she waited to be saved. No longer would she be a
burden to anyone. And right now, she had been very fortunate so far with the
element of surprise being by her side.
“Thank you everyone...” she murmured to herself.
If not for everyone’s patience and all the time and effort they had given her
to make her stronger, she wouldn’t have been successful escaped from that room.
By some miracle, if she was able to survive
this, she was definitely going to prepare some delicious food for everyone in
order to show their gratitude.
Her foot skid as she turned the next corner and
her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the night sky through the small window
of the door at the end of the hall.
Finally!
Freedom!
Haru was several feet away from the door, her
arm outstretched as her hand reached out to grab the handle. But even before
she could encircle her fingers around the door knob, a hand shot out from the
small opening between the walls. It encircled around her wrist and roughly
pulled her to the side. Haru barely has time to let out a high-pitched scream
when something was pressed against her and a sharp pain filled her entire body.
Her consciousness faded as she fell to the
ground with a loud thump.
From the shadows, Hideo appeared with a vicious
grin on his face. Held in his hand was a black tazer that crackled menacingly.
He tilted his head, seeing his useless subordinates having finally made their
way to the entrance of the building.
“That’s how you take this bitch down.”
::tsuzuku::
AN: Next chapter is the last chapter! Sorry for the lateness!
I'm trying to organize myself so I can update regularly as I did in the past
where I updated every Friday. On another note... to be honest, I'm not very
satisfied with this story... unfortunately I do not have time to re-write
anything so I'm just trying to give an ending for the faithful readers who have
read this since forever. I'm sorry I'm unable to put in the time and dedication
to make this into a better fanfic and thankful for all those supportive people
out there!
