Title: El Asesino en Mi
Day/Theme: October 22nd/The Killer in Me
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters: Yamamoto Takeshi
Rating: PG13
Word count: 411
Summary: He can still remember it clearly; the day, the time, the place, and even the how the air had felt on his skin. He can still remember his first killing. Yamamoto-centric. Written for 31 days LJ Comm 22nd Oct Prompt: The Killer in Me.
Author's Note: Call this as a teaser for my upcoming one helluva looong one-shot fic about Yamamoto. The fic itself will have some connections with my previous ficlets; Beautiful Lies, Reverse, Service Courtesy and little tidbits from The World Ten Years Ago chapter 7 (the one with Yamamoto's little snippets). So read them before you read the fic, lest you'll get confused by some parts of the fic. I still don't know when I will finish this though. Having too much fanfiction projects lately (and ignoring my stack of papers assignments and college functions organizing and so many other more important things, I think I'm getting addicted to this world called fanfiction writing!!)
Sometimes, he does wonder whether the little guy is right about it all along; that he is a natural born killer.
He can still remember it clearly; the day, the time, the place, and even the how the air had felt on his skin.
He can still remember his first killing. He can still remember how the blood of his enemy had splattered on his face when he slit his throat with Shigure Kintoki. He can still remember how Tsuna had practically fainted when he got the news of how he had killed someone. He can still remember how empty he had felt after he cleaned his sword off the enemy's blood. He can still remember how many sleepless nights he had to have after the killing, how much tears he had shed without knowing what he was crying for.
He wonders why he still had these sleepless nights after every hit he had done, after every person he killed. He thinks that it must have been the guilt. He's feeling guilty for ending someone else's life. But, should he feel this guilt? Or should he not feel anything at all?
It's been what… four? Five years? Get over with it, you moron! You're a fucking hitman! You kill for a living. And don't give me that bullshit of morality. Tch! The Mafia is not just a freaking role playing game. Remember that we do this for the Tenth. If we didn't kill those bastards, they will kill us or even the Tenth or even the whole Vongola!
He smiles to himself as he thinks about what Gokudera had said when he told him what's on his mind. Gokudera is right. The Mafia is not just a role playing game. 'Nah… it is a game. It's just called differently. The Mafia is a game called reality,' he said to himself.
He sighs and then stands up from where he is sitting. He puts the cup of tea on the table and walks out of the café. His target is leaving the place and he needs to follow him. He just wishes that after the mission tonight, he won't have those sleepless nights again.
After all, he is a natural born killer. He's born to kill. Maybe the guilt will eats him from inside. But he keeps the thought of how many lives are spared just by killing one man; even if it means he is the one who will suffer instead.