Chapter 1: War Begins
"There is an empire like mafia that exists in Spain, only to ever have women to possess the title of 'boss'. While she was respected by most because of her kindness, she was still just that; a woman of the mafia. She had a title to upkeep, so she was a killer. Her path of blood stretched across the continent of Europe, and if one crossed her path, they would know by those haunting green eyes that she was the feared Spanish lady mafia leader. She never fell in love, no matter how charming her smile was, or how many men dared try to tame her, but she did bear one child; a girl who looked much like her."
"These women were warriors until the end; They all died fighting and protecting what was rightfully theirs, no matter their age or physical condition. The ninth leader must have been nearing her hundredth year when she perished on the battle field. Her daughter had sadly died during childbirth ten years earlier, leaving only the ninth's granddaughter to run her empire. The little girl stepped up to the task though, and seized the mafia with an iron grin despite her young age," reborn shot a look at Tsuna with his great black eyes, "So there is no excuse for you to not be training like a dog. A ten year old female child managed to pass you in succeeding her family."
Tsuna's face turned a light shade of pink and he looked away in embarrassment. He had to add that last comment… it still didn't answer Tsuna's question though. "…But why are we here, Reborn? All the way in Spain…If that family is doing so well, then we can't be here to assist them…"
" You didn't seem to heat me earlier, Tsuna. Gokudera, would you care to repeat me?"
The silver haired teen gave a wide grin, happy to be selected above the rest of the guardians to help his boss. "Anything for Jyuudaime!" He chirped happily, then he began to relay the information the arcobaleno had told them earlier. "This family has been in a massive conflict with other families in Europe since the girl took over; they've wanted to take the family and make the mafia their own and gain all of that power, so to have the Espinoza Famigalia as an ally would only help us in the end since they are so powerful."
The brown haired boy gave a sigh, but looked at the cloud layer below them. The group had flown to Spain to gain an ally…Tsuna supposed that it wasn't a bad idea, but could they take on all the troubles that came along with this woman's family? Only time would tell… The Vongola decimo drifed off into sleep with the chattering of his guardians surrounding him.
They were told of a great empire, not a battlefield and dead bodies scattered everywhere. They were told they'd only be seeking an ally, not witnessing an all out war. The trail of blood and death began with just a body or two, who Tsuna thought were just passed out on the side of the road since no blood was evident, but now that there were more bodies splayed out awkwardly like them, he noticed that their necks were snapped at an awkward angle, and they were pale with their eyes open. As innocent as Tsuna could be, he couldn't compare to his ignorant rain guardian, who seemed chipper and cheery even as they stepped through puddles of blood. The baseball obsessed boy just thought it was some sort of Spanish alcohol, or colored water. He must have not felt the liquid stick against his shoes.
"What happened here…?" Gokudera began, his own pale green eyes wide in confusion.
"…We must have came too late."
"For what-"
"Listen." Tsuna pricked his ears, and he could hear faint clinks not too far off, and see flashes of lightning in the dark distance. He gulped in anxiousness and they picked up the pace to reach the area the clinks sounded from.
They arrived and were greeted with only six bodies, but these bodies were of kids their age, if not younger. Their blank eyes were staring up at them, each color reflecting a look of failure in their dull depths. Each was splayed awkwardly around, some missing a limb or two, some with weapons sticking in their bodies, but they were all missing a finger if not a hand or arm. Faces were contorted into snarls and defiant looks, their weapons of choice clutched in their grasp tightly, even in death.
Tsuna could have wretched right there, but he was distracted by a crowd of moving people not too far away. Erupting in the middle was flicked of a familiar orange flame, but it was obscured by the crowd; that was where the clinks and clashing of metal were coming from. He stepped forward to see what was going on, but the group was disbanded and they flew through the air, their blood scattering about like a rainstorm for a brief second before suddenly stopping. Tsuna opened his eyes, which had been closed in fright as the bodies flew, but he saw no other bodies, only dust. Dust. No….Ash. They were petrified, and as they kit the ground, these men were shattered into these particles. He looked up, his brown eyes wide, but the person he expected to see wasn't where he thought she would be. She was nowhere in sight actually. He checked from side to side, and even behind him, but he followed everyone else's gaze up and found where she was: above.
Her long brown hair was lit up by the lively flames that kept her afloat in the air, but it was hard to distinguish anything other than the flickering strands seeing as she was moving around so much, in an attempt to dodge the bodies that came at her. In her hands was a large piece of metal that looked much too big for her size, but she wielded it with grace as she swiped at her incoming assailants. When the flat side of the blade slammed against one of the flying people, who Tsuna assumed were guardians of the opposing families, the man flew into the ground, creating a large crater in the dirt, blood flying from his open lips. Like a stubborn child, he got up and went on the offensive, his blue flames igniting and pushing him back towards the brawl, not even bothering to notice the family behind him.
It was like watching flies buzz around dinner, or watching vultures dive straight in to grab a chunk of road kill, and it was just as horrible to watch seeing her body jerk around in the air every time a rough blow managed to hit her in the face, or every time she was sliced and burned. With as much damage as she received though, she dealt out that much to her enemies, often sending them into the building nearby and beating them with her halberd. She could only stay in the air for so long though, and before long, the constant beating from the powerful guardians sent her flying to the ground. As her back hit the ground, the ground cracked a bit with the impact, and blood sprayed from her lips and across her chin. She gave a groan and couldn't muster the strength to push herself up from her splayed position on the ground. An older man walked up to her, his own sky ring blazing , and grabbed a large handful of her long hair, making her wail and struggle pathetically against his iron grip.
Gokudera could see the pain on his boss's face, and he hated it, especially when he could do something about it. The bomber's greenish eyes narrowed, and he took out a few dynamite sticks and readied them to be lit and thrown by the cigarette in his mouth. But before he could do so, she had managed to escape. Her once long brown locks were locked securely in the man's hand, but the girl was not attached to them. She had taken off, her steps shaky, and her axe no longer visible, but she hadn't gotten very far before she had fallen to the ground, a dagger stuck in her leg. With a wail of pain, she struggled to scramble forward, but a foot on her back forced to halt her escape. She didn't stop struggling though, and she reached forward to grab a weapon within reach when another foot stepped on both of her hands, making her screech in pain. Her small form was reduced to whimpers and wiggles of protest as a sword covered in storm flames was raised high, ready to strike. It was brought down, but was only met with a clang and blue flames.
Yamamoto didn't want to see anyone hurt in this game any longer, and seeing an opening, he went for it. He drew his sword out, the katana covered in his own rain class flames. With careful footwork, he managed to shove the man off of the beaten woman on the ground. His eyes, which were usually wide and shaded a kind brown, were darkened and narrowed in determination. He was only serious when it came to his favorite sport, and when it came to protecting those he cared for. This woman, though he didn't know her, was deemed friendly, or at least, she seemed to need his assistance. After a moment, his narrowed eyes lightened up a bit, and he smiled softly, despite this situation. "Wow," he chimed, "these are some pretty cool decorations out here. They're very realistic!"
The Vongola boss and his remaining guardians gave a sigh and pressed their hands to their faces. Even with death all around him, Yamamoto was oblivious to how dire the situation was. He thought everything was a game still. The man across from the tanned boy scoffed at his opponent's stupidity. Now that flames were lighting up the area, his features were a little more distinguishable. His hair was a messy blond style, like one of the boys in the surfing articles in the sports magazines, but unlike those attractive men, there was a large scar running across his thin lips, which were set into a scowl. His eyes were dark too, maybe not a coal black, but it was close. One hand was stuck in the pocket of his jeans, and his weapon was tapping lazily on his shoulder as if in agitation. "Stupid boy. They're dead."
"They look like it! Great job again! But…I couldn't help but wonder," Yamamoto said as his finger travelled to his lip in thought, "What did she do to make you so angry?"
The blonde boy hissed, his dark leather glove clad fingers tightening around his weapon, and his flames crackling higher as his agitation with the boy rose. This fight wasn't a game, but neither the bodies nor blood convinced the swordsman opposite of him of this fact. "It wasn't what she did specifically that provoked us. It's what she owns that shouldn't be hers that made us attack. Now this conflict isn't yours to interfere in, Vongola. So leave before your blood joins the rest."
"You must have gotten some pigs blood from the market and put it on the lawn too! Such dedication to something is good," He glanced back at Tsuna, curiosity on his face, "Aren't we friends with this Espinoza family now?" Tsuna gave a nod, though, it was weak with the sickness that was beginning to set in, and Yamamoto turned his attention back to the man in front of him. "So what friends do is help each other! So…I guess you're my opponent as long as you want to hurt her?"
The storm guardian narrowed his dark eyes, his ring lighting up with a fierce red flame as he waved his sword in agitation. "If that's what you want, then I'll be glad to oblige-"
Suddenly, a hand was placed on the boy's shoulder "Cyrille. We're here to exterminate the Espinoza, not the Vongola," another voice said, his accent distinctly German and his voice deep and older then the teen in front of The Vongola rain guardian. Cyrille turned his head, his eyes narrowed in anger and his lips set in a scowl and he ripped the older man's pale hand off of his shoulder, his temper flaring.
"Shut your mouth Sabine! We've almost finished this mission that our boss set out for us to do, and you and your stupid family won't stop us from finishing what we started!"
The man, Sabine, glared down at him, his pale blue eyes narrowed slightly and his hands behind his back. He was very delicate looking, unlike the shorter, but bulkier teen in front of him. While his skin and eyes were a pale color, his jet black locks made his sharp, cat like features much harder, and it made him look deadly when paired with his glare. "Now, Cyrille, you stupid boy, don't forget our bosses told us to work together to kill off this family, and it's going to hinder both of us, but it's not worth the fight against these people, so shut up and walk away before I knock you out and drag you away." The two had a glaring contest before the blonde boy gave a hiss and stalked off. The tuxedo clad German gave a grin and followed him as well before throwing a glance at the Vongola. "Don't get involved in these matters, or you will die. You're up against the top three mafia families in Western Europe," he said coldly as he walked off, the rest of his followers walking behind him.
Yamamoto blinked in confusion, and then ran a hand through his dark locks with a grin. "Maa…That wasn't too bad. It seems like the start of a pretty fun game." He heard soft gasps of pain and sadness behind him, and he looked back to see the pale girl whimpering over one of the bodies of the boys, her face contorted with sorrow. Her bruised fingers gently brushed against the tanned boy's face, and she tried to wake him up, but nothing happened, and she soon collapsed next to him, her chest heaving and sobs spilling out fro, deep inside her. It was pathetic to look at, but it wasn't long until she passed out on the bloody ground from the sheer exhaustion, both mentally and physically. The tan boy gave a sigh and looked at Tsuna. "…How are we going to get her back…?"
Alrighty. That's that. But guess what? It's OC submission time :D You have to PRIVATE MESSAGE ME these OC's with the proper Title (KHR OC SUBMISSION: (insert Name here)). I will be pairing characters up, so keep that in mind, fan girls. So here we go.
Name: First and last, middle is optional
Age/Gender: Need I explain this?
Flame element: Also include a blurb about how they represent this element. If no Flame, put 'None'. Keep in mind that not everyone has special flames of wrath like Xanxus does. It's very rare. The longer the bio, the more likely I am to accept special bits like that. Sky is taken.
Box weapon: Please, make sure that the weapon/animal isn't already used in a different element; ex. don't use a cloud hedgehog for a sun element box weapon, and not everyone has hybrids like Xanxus. They're pretty rare.
Appearance: Some things you can describe are hair/ eye color, clothing preference, weight/height, special markings/scars, and so on.
Personality: I want this to be the longest section you have. Include descriptions about how he/ she acts, their academic/ athletic skills, relationships with family, their beliefs, like and dislikes ,etc. The more description you have increases the likelihood that your character be picked.
History: This doesn't need to be too long, but it should include their involvement with the mafia if any, where they're from, and events that made them the way they are today.
Weaknesses/Strengths: Three of each at the least. No one can be perfect, and everyone has their strengths and weaknesses.
Pairing preference: Who you'd like your character paired with. If you don't want your character paired with anyone, put 'None'. If you want a pairing, put a first and second preference. The Varia might show up at one point, but I'm not sure.
Extra: Anything else you want to include?
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