A/N: Hello guys :) I'm kind of new here on this site and this is the first fanfic I have ever actually written. ^^ This will be a KHR (katekyo hitman reborn) ff and it'll be HibariXOC (BTW- As you might have guessed, I'm a huge Hibari fangirl). This is just a short prologue and chapters will probably get longer than this.
Genres for this fanfic also includes: action (later on in the story), friendship, slight romance mostly towards the end, family and I'll try to put some humor in it. Hopefully, this ff won't become too intense later on but the first ten or so chapters are mostly casual ones to introduce the characters and provide a base for the story.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Katekyo hitman reborn or any of it's characters. If I did, Hibari will get WAY more screen time than he does now. I only own my OC(s). Please read and review. Any reviews on how I can improve are welcome since I still have a lot of room for improvement to go. :) Enjoy~
Prologue
There was white everywhere, in the air and on the ground, coating the city with a colour of nothingness. Miyuki stalked slowly across an empty street in the middle of a snowing, winter night when most people would be snuggled nicely into their couches while drinking hot tea with heaters on full blast. The long, thick coat that was wrapped around her made her warm, contrasting to the snow that floated in the air which was cool to the touch and surprisingly delicate. Her previous order handed down from the mafia headquarters had been completed. Easy and simple that involved little bloodshed. Not like she would quiver in fear if a few people needed some threatening but keeping her hands clean would be nice. She stopped in her tracks and stared blankly at the sky which was dotted with snow that is so white, so plain and so pure. The exact opposite of her. She was glad that no one was walking out here, the commotion that might arise when someone sees her coat that was splashed with dried blood will be enough to make her head spin. The quietness of the whole street made a faint click noticeable, followed by a snarling whisper.
"…so you refuse huh? Very well." A mysterious voice hissed which caught Miyuki's attention.
Tracing the origin of the sound, Miyuki walked towards the voice and hid behind a wall as soon as she reached a group of people in the shadows. She squinted to make out a child with raven black hair backed up against the wall with hooded people surrounding him. There were two people cowering in the centre of the small crowd with guns pointed right to their heads that could end their life with any small movement. The female witness's eyes softened by a touch when she saw the child's hardened face, he knew what was coming. He was being brave, at least trying to. The gun holder's finger tightened around the trigger slightly and tensed just before it was pulled. A thought did come across Miyuki's head, one where it told her to do something to stop the assault but, another bitter thought interrupted her movements.
"Why did I have the heart to dirty my hands without hesitation when needed but not the heart to watch what is happening in front of me without feeling traces of guilt? Right. It must be because of the boy. He reminds me so much of my old self. The me who knew nothing but happiness until the phone call which broke everything I had."
It was that small hesitation that made everything too late. Just before any screams can escape their mouths, a sharp gunshot echoed through the walls of the abandoned buildings. Miyuki just witnessed who she assumed the child's parents being murdered. As a bystander.
She remembered the child's steel like grey eyes shining with a blue glint which was filled with fear, shock and sadness as his parent's blood splashed onto his own face and clothes. The two limp bodies slumped to the snow-coated floor as the hooded people turned around to face the poor child, who was now backed up against the wall. She saw the boy's face and immediately recognised him; his family was one of the richest in town so many people envied them, those guys in the black cloaks were probably a group of those people. The child's eyes turned hollow and empty, unable to accept what just happened, or what is going to happen next.
Miyuki suddenly snapped to focus after a few moments of shock; she kicked the assassins square in the face, knocking them unconscious one by one. She made a wild grab for the boy's cold hands and dragged him away from the scene roughly. There was one thing she was really bugged about, she was growing soft-hearted and that isn't a good sign. The boy who was just a bit older than Miyuki herself was lost and weren't able to understand the situation immediately, he just stumbled behind the foreign girl. He didn't know who the girl was. Or why she was saving him. Or why she was able to knock those people down when he didn't have the ability to. His mind was blank and his widened eyes portraying mixture of shock and confusion.
After running away a safe distance, Miyuki slowed down and turned around to face the boy at a quiet, dark corner. The young boy finally realised what happened, his hard eyes showed danger of tears. Miyuki hugged him numbly before telling him to go back to his house as it's time for her to leave. She felt so much sympathy and guilt that it felt unfair to just leave without a trace after all he's been through that single, cruel night. She felt like as if she owed him something. It was ironic, for her to state that something is cruel and unfair when she was a part of the inhumane cruelty that bares its teeth when a mission is present. A loud siren followed by hushed voices ran out the streets as Miyuki dug a box out of her pocket and handed him a present while she mouthed something.
Soft snow fell continuously as she bid him goodbye before turning around to walk away. The boy's messy clothes and hair were covered slightly with the piling snow and each warm breath caused a small cloud of vapour to float off into the night. He stepped forward, causing the piling snow to slightly fall off his clothes and secured his determined fingers around the sleeves of the girl's coat. Miyuki felt the tug and suddenly turned around. She watched as his eyes unconsciously retained its steel-like hardness and his mouth stretched in a thin, tight line. Slightly amused at this sudden change, Miyuki lifted her hands and pushed the edge of her lips up into a smile. With that, the boy half forced a sad smile on his face before running off in to the distance. Miyuki turned around to go as well.
That was the last time she saw him in Italy.
Phew~ I got through and edited this so many times. So, I hope you liked it and leave a review . Thanks. :)