A decade ago, a man defeated Byakuran, and took the sacred dark scythe from him because of misuse. When he died, he sealed its location in a fragment of his only son's memories. The boy who had to carry the burden, his name was Gokudera. But Byakuran wants it back. And he would stop at nothing to do so. AU. 8059. Rated M for Violence.
Yet another prologue =w= This one's based on 07-Ghost. Mikage! Teito! Labrador! Frau! (Ignore me :/ ) Anyway, hope you enjoy this~
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or 07-Ghost
A black-haired boy was strapped to a chair, rusty handcuffs around his wrists. Painful red marks where the straps had bit into his once soft and silky, but now reduced to slashed, blood-soaked skin were clearly visible. A noose hung slack around his neck, and that was where most of the warm, dark red liquid was oozing from. Those hazelnut eyes had been full of life, but now they were dull and unfocused. It was taking all his willpower not to close his eyes and fall into an eternity of rest. All he wanted to do was to fall into the arms of Morpheus, where he could rest, escape from this hellhole. as he felt his eyelids fluttering, he heard himself murmur, "Take me.. Take me away... Please.." He sunk deeper and deeper.. Would this be the day? Would they take him away?
"Yamamoto." His eyes jerked open, a hopeful light flickering in those still eyes, as he heard a voice he never thought he would hear again. Parting parched lips, He tried to call out to him, but the words just wouldn't form. His blurred vision made out a silver-haired guy in front of him and he reached out, his numb, wearied hand trembling slightly, even though he knew, in a corner of his mind, that it was just a mirage. But Yamamoto just wanted to see him again, to hear him, to feel the warmth of his skin. But he had been convicted, and his only option was to escape. Even so, he was satisfied, happy, even. For he had aided in his escape, buying him enough time to do so.
The jarred scraping of metal against metal irked him, and a stream of light flowed into the dim room as the door was opened, bringing him back to his senses. He lifted his head, his neck aching, and squinted into the light. His eyes focused. Oh, it was him. His eyes took on a defiant glint as he stared at the man who was after his silver-haired friend's life.
The man wore a navy army cap, his pure white hair reaching til his shoulders. Lifting his chin with a single finger, the man offered a smirk. "So, have you decided to tell me, hm? Where is he." Receiving no response from the boy, his eyes hardened, and he said in that same monotone voice." I guess it has to be this way, then." Walking to the back of his chair, the row was pulled, tightening the noise that was around Yamamoto's neck. Immediately, the boy had a fit of hacking coughs, drops of blood collecting on the floor. The noose slackened slightly, and the man, still standing behind him, stated the very words that he had been willing him not to say, the words which chilled his heart.
"Your family or Gokudera - it's your choice."
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