I Totally feel... Bad (TT...TT) left you guys all alone for months with Nothing.
Zilch. Nada.
But anyways Yaay new story! Honestly this little... Thing, Angel's Trumpet, has been a reoccurring idea in my mind for ages! Kind of inspired by a fanfic for this fandom like 5 years back that sadly was taken down, my guess is because of Critics United... (BOO!). Freaking loved it. Mine will be exponentially different. More... Serious and gloomy I guess. Tons of Smut though, plenty with a naughty Mochida, got dome ideas for him hehe.
Also for those that have read my horrible... PKMN Fanfic, be amazed, as I am currently rewriting it as we speak!
My writing style has had an epic evolution as you will probably figure out soon when you read.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the katekyo hitman Reborn franchise. Otherwise Tsuna would be shaking his bon bons for some love... *.*
Go own now... READ!
Brugmansia otherwise known as the Angel's Trumpet.
A beautiful flower that's colors ranged from a peachy salmon to a frostbitten blue. These long bell shaped flowers grow beautifully, yet they droop.
Why?
These flowers, the Angel's Trumpet, have their heads hanging low as if they were looking, staring, mourning at the ground.
These beautiful flowers have their heads hanging low as if they were praying. As if they were ashamed, which couldn't be far from the truth.
The Angel's Trumpet, is the devil personified.
These droopy headed holy horns have presumably taken countless lives. One would think such beautiful flowers would; no, could do no harm. But that would be an incorrect observation in every sense of the word.
The Angel's Trumpet was poisonous.
Poisonous from its sturdy stem, poisonous to its heavenly horned shape petal, even the honeysuckle sap drooling from inside its pistil that dripped to the ground, like that of a ravenous wolf was indeed poisonous. The seeds themselves were like little bearer's of death.
But, could it be considered a coincidence that such a flower could describe a person with such accuracy?
Such precision?
Maybe it was fate...
Fate that led Sawada Tsunayoshi into stabbing his mother's hand into the kitchen counters pristine white top. Led Tsunayoshi into cleaving his mother's right arm off above the elbow. That led this otherwise harmless and adorable boy into shoving the knife, that was used not too long ago to cut a delicious meal, into her neck.
As a whole, her body painted a beautifully bloody and morbid mural. Her red essence pooled on and around her body as if trying to hide the wounds that littered her body. Her blood was like a warm blanket covering her contrarily cold body.
And Sawada Tsunayoshi?
He stood there covered in her ichor, staring at his mother's wide, gaping mouth and puffy red eyes with blank sunset orange eyes.
And the only thing that he could say at a time like this?
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"Bitch."
I feel like I've outdone myself with this one. I would make the most Epicest villain ever, my monologues are like liquid gold... So any tips for dialogue writing? Mine always seem choppy. Hehe... ^^"
Honestly I meant to at least have the next chapter hot and ready but I rewrote that son of a gun soooo many times... Ugh. So don't expect a fast update... Sorry
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Ciao~