Hiiiii. I deleted my other GokuderaxOC story because it went in a direction that I had completely not expected, and I just didn't feel the desire to continue it... I copied it on my computer though, and I may repost it but it will be completely altered, I think. I didn't expect it to have a serious plot at all, but it seemed to be going towards a serious adventure story, which I suck at writing.
And as for my HibarixOC story, I honestly don't know what to make happen next. I'm just in a slack-ish mood these days. And I feel too lazy to try to make Hibari romantic and irritable at the same time. But I like it so far so I won't delete it. I'll continue it soon, I'm hoping.
But meanwhile, enjoy my next story, which is rated T for swear words! :D
Disclaimer: PandiiPooPoo does not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. I repeat, PandiiPooPoo does not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Over and out.
Runaway Life
1. Reunion
There was soft music in the air, and pleasant conversations being exchanged. The atmosphere was peaceful. But it didn't last for long.
*SMACK*
"WAHHHHH!!!" Six year old Renia Vianca burst into a huge sob as six year old Gokudera Hayato smacked her on the head.
"That's what you get for eating the last normal cookie!!" Gokudera yelled.
"HAYATO!!! That is no way to treat the princess!" Gokudera's father reprimanded him. He turned to a big man wearing a crown. "I'm so sorry, my son is easily angered."
"Oh ho ho! That is quite alright. My daughter is exactly the same. As you can see, ahem." The man with the crown, the king, frowned and added the last part after seeing that Renia had punched Gokudera back in the gut.
"Gokudera, stop abusing the poor child and play that piano song you were going to play!" His father urged.
"But first, eat these delicious cookies that I have baked specially for you." Bianchi, Gokudera's older sister, said sweetly as she appeared from the kitchen with a tray of strangely gray and purple cookies. She forced the toxic cookies into Gokudera's wailing mouth.
Gokudera, looking strangely pale, sat on the piano seat and played a rather... creative piece. Everyone clapped and commented on how imaginatively and originally Gokudera played.
"How peculiar! In a good way!"
"What a prodigy!"
"And those wild movements that he makes while performing; simply enchanting!"
"You are going to go very far, my boy."
"You play worse than a drunken monkey."
That last comment was made by Renia, of course.
Renia giggled at the memory of her sixth birthday. She missed those days-- Those dysfunctional parties in which unpredictable things had happened and wreaked havoc in her otherwise boring home, the castle.
Yes, she lived in a castle because she was royalty. Her father was the king of Italy, she the princess. She didn't know who her mother was.
Her family and Gokudera's family were close (although she and Gokudera were vicious to each other) until her father found out that Gokudera's family was involved with the mafia.
Her sixth birthday was the last time she had seen Gokudera, so it had been ten years as she was now 16.
"Tsk tsk tsk, those mafioso. They are never good to mingle with. They're always going about with dangerous business." He would say suspiciously.
She would roll her pretty gray eyes at that. Weren't the mafia and royalty somehow tied together in most places?
Not in her father's case. Her father was probably the only king of Italy who strongly despised the mafia.
He thought of them as "violent savages" who "threatened to corrupt his daughter's purity and innocence."
Crazy overprotective old man. She thought.
She flipped through the pages in her old photo album, letting waves of nostalgia wash over her.
A light knock on her bedroom door jolted her out of her trance of longing.
She quickly set the photo album under her intricately embroidered blanket and opened the door.
It was her favorite maid, also her best friend, Cari.
"Good morning Ree! Your grandma wants to see you downstairs." She called Renia by her nickname.
Renia's grandmother was a very demanding person; She would always tell Renia what to do and what not to do.
"Stand up straight! Don't fiddle with your fingers! Don't drag your feet! Don't talk to boys your age, all they want to do is use girls like you!" Etc.
And although they had maids, her grandmother sent her on errands instead.
"It's good exercise." was her excuse.
The two made their long way down the flight of marble stairs, where Renia's grandmother was waiting for her with a cup of bitter black tea in her hand.
"What would you like for me to do, Grandmother?" Renia asked respectfully. Her grandma could be one scary old hag if she was angered.
*Hack* *Cough* *Sputter* "Buy this stuff here on this list, now would ya? And don't dawdle on the way." She sounded grumpy.
"Okay." Renia took the list and turned to Cari. "Wanna come with me?"
"Sure."
Renia tied her long light chocolate brown hair into a loose messy bun, and put on a flannel with a lace cami under and a pair of faded gray jeans. She also wore a pair of sunglasses.
There. I look like an average person. She thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. And with that, they headed out the door.
The weather was beautiful and clear that day, and very, very sunny.
"Hmm... Let's take a look at the list..." She mumbled.
The list read:
- 2 bottles of whiskey
- 1 lobster
- 5 bottles of ice wine
- blueberry scones
- a box of cigarettes
Renia rubbed her eyes.
WHAT THE FUUUCK???! She thought. Never did she know that her grandmother was some kind of alcoholic addict!
"What's wrong, Ree? You look sort of disturbed..." Cari looked at the list and did a double take. "Are we even going to be allowed to buy this stuff? I mean, we're kind of underage and stuff..."
"Well, I can pretend to be an adult. I look like a mature woman, don't I?" Renia straightened up as she said this.
"I doubt it." Cari snorted jokingly. "Oh wait! We totally forgot the obvious! You're the princess, so you can just tell them that your grandmother wants the stuff."
"Ohhh right. But that would defeat the purpose of disguising myself as a regular person..."
"Well, you can just disguise yourself until we get to the store."
"... Fine."
They walked past a clothing store.
"Oh do you mind if I take a look in that store while you get the stuff on the list? I'm in need of some new clothes." Cari asked.
"Okay, I'll meet you in the grocery store then." Renia replied.
Renia walked into the grocery store. She had found the alcoholic beverages, lobster, and scones, and the only thing left to get was the cigarettes. The only problem was that all the boxes of cigarettes were located in a bigger, yet still quite small box, and the man in front of her was taking an awfully long time picking out what type of cigarettes to buy.
"Hmm, no, not this one... These are too crumbly... Too dry..." The stranger mumbled.
Renia was losing her patience. She tapped the person on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, but wou--"
She stopped in mid sentence when she was met by a pair of very familiar green eyes.
"...Renia???"
"Gokudera??"
END OF CHAPTER 1.
Ooh~ What shall happen next?? :)
My favorite character so far is the grandma XD
I know I've been starting fics and then putting them off. And I'm sorry! But I'll try super hard this time to continue this fic to the best of my abilities.
If I get reviews, that is :)
Until next time!
-PandiiPooPoo