Warning: AU, OOC, Forced to fit in, Harsh Languages, Typo everywhere, Grammar Mistakes, Limited Vocabulary, Weird Words, Newbie Author, Boring Stories.
A/N is in the end.
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belongs to Amano Akira. I'm only writing this fiction as a fan.
Dearest Ladies and Gentlemen,
I am the great story teller of the East. Wondering around oceans, just to tell you this beautiful, graceful stories of an Eastern country's Seven Deadly Sins, leading to a mistake, despair, sadness, tragedy, angst, anger, loss, pain, and even death itself.
Let us start… The first story, The story of the great devil, Lucifer and its high pride.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Sounds of footsteps could be heard loudly from the empty hall. The moonlight shone through the thick leaves of trees, covering all the cold, wood corridor floor with golden light. A thin female, walking in a slow-pace, soon moved one of the doors.
"Excuse me, Your Highness.."
The person she was talking to, turned to face her, and shouted a little, "You're so slow! Where the hell is my tea?!"
Startled, the maid dropped the green tea she was carrying, dirtied the room's floor.
"You insolent thing! How dare you dirty my room?!" Shouting louder, the man walked out to slap the maid.
That second he was out, beautiful natural silver hair, a finely shaped face with a great, tall posture of an adult man, was shown because of the full moon's help. Gokudera Hayato, his name, is a prince of a small but economically powerful country which was influential to the world.
The mighty self slapped the pitiful maid in front of him. And then shouted, "GO GET ME A NEW ONE! AND CLEAN MY ROOM—NOW!"
The maid immediately cleaned the floor with super quick moves and ran away.
Hayato walked proudly and firmly towards another room in his residence, the Castle of Rushifa Country. Before, he was called by his father, The King of Rushifa.
Knock, knock. Didn't take a long time until a voice was heard from inside the spacious room, "Hayato? Come in."
"Tch." was the reply, as the young man came in and sat in front of the older one.
"What is it." He said, with no formalities and respect-what so ever. Well, this proud prince despised his father very much.
The older and more mature man smiled and answered, "Come on. Don't be like that."
"Enough with those bullshits! Get to the point!" Hayato said- while shouting a little.
"Nah, It's just that I need you to do a favor."
"What is it, you stupid old man. I don't want to waste my time."
His father inhaled then exhaled. "Okay. The point is.. I need you to negotiate with a big neighboring country."
And the reply he got was just, "What? Hell no."
He knew it will be hard. Sighing once again, the King tried to persuade Hayato. "I need you to go, Hayato. If this negotiation fails, it will be war between us. They're big, we're small. We'll be defeated. Since this is important, I want you to go. I can't go because of the inner problems of the country.. so please-"
"I said, No, F*cking Old man." Hayato cut the King's words.
Getting called like that, no one would stay patient. "I tried to ask it nicely as a request, but you won't hear me. Now, this is an order." He said, angrily, with a stress at the word "order".
Hayato forced to agree, went for the negotiation. And the results? I suggest you don't ask, knowing Hayato's proud self, harsh language, and rudeness. Yes, the negotiations failed in the end. Not only that, the neighboring country's king sworn to war-a big war, against the small home-country of Hayato's. Hearing this bad news, the King was extremely mad. Angry, disappointed of his son, clueless and confused about what to do next.
It didn't took a long break. Two or three months after, the war began. Houses burnt down badly, buildings crashed to nothing but ruins, goods stolen, a lot were injured, death wasn't in a small quantity. A war that began just because one person's mistake, a war that caused goods, and even life to be stolen and to be gone. Fire raged, burning down every single thing; Water turned into big flood, sweeping all; Blood everywhere, staining every inches of the country's lands; Tears shed, but none cared. It hurt more than just a person, much more larger number of living creatures, that was not only humans.
As expected, as the smaller country, Hayato's country was brought to destruction and lost.
All people who was still alive; men, women and children, all of them taken to the neighboring country as slaves. The lands were now ruled by a different person. The earlier King was killed, Hayato was captured. Even though so, this man who was the reason of the war, still stood proudly as if he is innocent.
Caught and couldn't do a thing, Hayato was brought to be imprisoned at the current country's castle. A man who was once a prince, now was caged as a prisoner, in a "filthy and disgusting" place such as underground jail. Every night he felt more and more humiliated. It used to be comfy beds, large rooms, luxurious furnitures; and it changed to hard-like-rock bed, a very small prison, no furniture, dusty, dirty.
His pride was torn down, humiliated as he was; But Hayato, still, with a smug glued tight on his face, proudly and impudently, lifted up his chin, as if looking down at the people.
Days passed as if it were nothing. A sudden storm came, as one of the guards came to see Hayato to pass a message from His Majesty, The King. "You're going to be executed tomorrow." His hand clutched and his teeth gritted, blood was boiling inside his head. But in the end, the helpless silver hair couldn't do anything.
The clock sounded.
Crowds screaming in excitement as the guards took Hayato, closer and closer to his death stage.
Again, the clock sounded.
His chin still up, he didn't care for anything, and still proud, as if he's being dragged to a throne. A "smile"- a crazy one, was what he wore for the last stage.
For the fifth time, the clock sounded.
His time was near, and people shouted and laughed, spitting and mocking him, but the person still "smiled"-
Again, again and again, the clock sounded.
The few guards dragged him, torn off his clothes. Hayato stood naked, as the clothes were removed. Still, with the same expression.
The clock didn't stop at all.
His head was forced, put on the pillory*. As they closed it, his "smile" turned into a big, big evil smirk. The guards didn't care at all, their assassin walked in front and unsheathed his sword.
The clock, without a pause, sounded for the twelfth time.
Smirking creepy, "Why don't you bow down to this Prince, F*cking Peasants?"
*SLASH!*
Just like how Lucifer was kicked from heaven to the hell, the Prideful Prince was kicked from the castle to a pillory, where his death was ready to come. In the end, he still didn't repent his sins. His Pride caused him to death...
Now, we shall be punishing him...
Okay, how was it? Short? Yes, very short.
I was in hurry when I wrote this, sorry..
RnR please? I hope to be better for the next chapter..
Ah, and after this I plan to get the chapter, even barely, connect one to another.
So, once again, Review please! :D
