The world is cruel. No, people are cruel. Mafia especially. Why? What did I do wrong? How can I fix it? What a second... Ah! I get it! It can't be fixed can it? It's me isn't it? I'm sorry then. I'm so so sorry for being born. I'm sorry
Otou-san.
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"Hayato wake up sleepy head or I'll stuff my delicious food in your face."
"Ah wait I'm getting up Bianchi onee-san. Sorry for taking so long."
'Waaah too cute moe overload!' Bianchi cried out, covering her eyes from the blinding light. Hayato just woke up and his big eyes were still half shut. His silver hair was in a mess and he was still pouting over the fact that he had to get up so early.
"Hey can I see Miss piano teacher san today? You should come too. Her playing is AWESOME but obviously mine is awesome too," Hayato proudly said.
Bianchi laughed at her brother's words but sadness was seen in her eyes. The piano teacher had passed away in a car accident but she knew better. After all, the lessons spent on learning about mafia had not been thrown away and she had benefited from it, even though she hated it. Mafia had something to do with the teacher's death and Hayato didn't need to know anything about it. The mafia world was dangerous and Bianchi knew that if she screwed up her father would consider training Hayato. As a sister who adores her innocent brother, she couldn't let that happen.
"Well she couldn't come today. Piano teacher san is sick. Why don't you get ready for breakfast while I go downstairs to cook some?"
Hayato nodded as Bianchi headed downstairs. It took him a few seconds to realise what he agreed to. Bianchi cooking? Why did he agree to that? Hayato sighed as he headed towards the toilet. He passed his father's room only to hear something disturbing.
"I know it was a hard decision but this is for the best. That piano teacher was just suppose to be an one time fling but thins went to far. People are already realising that Hayato doesn't look like my deceased wife, Julie. I had no choice but to kill her. Sadly, I would have to kill Hayato too. But this is for the best isn't it? This is how we deal with things in the mafia world. Yes this is for the best."
"P-Piano teacher san is my mother a-and otou-san k-killed her? Hahaha no no that can't be true. It's a lie isn't it. Please tell me it's a lie. Please tell me that otou-san is not going to kill me. Please tell me that Bianchi onee-san didn't lie to me. Please tell me that...I'm still wanted."
There was no denying it though. He knew this was the truth. And he knew that living in a lie is way less painful.
After that Hayato spent less time outside and more time locked in his room as he played sad melodies on the piano. He felt obligated to play for the remembrance of his murdered mother that he didn't even know the name of and sighed his eyes dull and lifeless. But deep inside his anger was growing instead and the thought of avenging his mother sounded better by the minute. He would get revenge- on father, his father's stupid friends and of course the mafia that he recently found out about. His sister, the only person he who cared about him, was part of the mafia. Even though she lied he didn't hate her. He knew she had her reasons and she was the only one he cared about- the only one stopping him from ending this cursed life. He would protect her from this mafia. This aim to get stronger for the sake of Bianchi onee-san grew even more and drove Hayato to learn how to make bombs and use them when fighting. He grinned. Maybe the truth was painful but it would make him stronger.
Bianchi was obviously worried. She hadn't seen Hayato for ages and he had snuck out to get food without her noticing and locked the door behind him. The pressure of getting every single mafia mission perfect was increasing ever since piano teacher san died. However, the beautiful yet sad piano tunes reminded her of loneliness that surpassed any others. She was shocked that her cute little brother Hayato could play such songs with great emotion. It seemed as if he was on a world of his own. And Bianchi didn't like that. She didn't like the fact that he was too far away to reach. But the fire that burned inside her burned even more. She would protect Hayato. And that thought pushed her forward.
After tiresome months of work and practise, Hayato finally had his own fighting style. It had not been easy but it was done. Though it couldn't have been completed without Dr Shamal. He suggested throwing bombs and even though it sounded plain it was perfect. Hayato was excited. He was finally seeing his sister after so long and knew she was worried. She never missed a day to knock on his door and screamed his name until she could no more. He felt guilty for not replying but at least said that he was doing okay to lessen her worries. After all, this was all for his amazing and caring sister.
"Hayato is that you?" Bianchi cried out when she saw her brother walk towards her with a big idiotic grin. He smiled. She hugged him to her chest and kissed the top of his flushed face. "You little piece of shit I missed you so much," she cried and she hugged him again, this time more gently.
"Sorry Bianchi onee-san. I missed you too. Hey I'll even try some of your cooking," Hayato said, kind of regretting the last part.
"Of course you'll taste my cooking I bet you missed that too right!" Bianchi said happily.
"...Right."
They went outside, carrying baskets of 'delicious' food and sat down on the green grass. Bianchi and Hayato exchanged looks of happiness as they started eating. Hayato stared at his food, not wanting to die yet. He was about to take a bite when a rustling sound was heard. Hayato cursed and was about to take out his bombs when Bianchi lunged towards him and dragged him down, taking a shot that was supposed to be for him.
"ONEE-SAN NOOO." He grabbed his sister's bleeding body and covered the wound with a ripped part of his shirt. But nothing worked. His hands were stained with his sister's blood as he screamed out of horror. Why won't the wound close? He promised to protect her. Yet, he couldn't do anything. His beautiful sister was dying. Because of that stupid man with the gun. Because of that stupid man that was aiming for his head.
'WELL.'
"DAMN YOU!" Dozens of bombs flew towards the man as he was blown to bits. Blood splattered everywhere as Hayato huffed with anger. Bianchi, oblivious to the killing that Hayato just did, turned towards him and smiled with love.
" H-Hayato I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being there when your real mother died. I'm sorry for keeping secrets from you. I-I know your may never f-forgive me but promise me one thing. T-that you would continue to live and grow. You still have father, don't you? S-support him for me. Y-you are not alone.
And with that she closed her eyes and smiled once again. She was satisfied. Her Hayato was going to be safe and sound. For now at least. She trusted him to carry out her wish. The birds fluttered away as the trees swayed back and forth. The sunset accompanied the beautiful landscape as Hayato cried his eyes out. The scene was beautiful yet sad. The blood slowly dried up and even though the air felt warm, Bianchi was cold. And so was Hayato.
"But I am alone. I kept more secrets from you. What's the point of living?"
The dirty alleyway was yet another place that young Hayato slept in. No blankets were available as his eyes droopily observed the graffitied wall. The need to rest overtook him as he fell into a quiet sleep.
The dream was ironically set in the same place that his sister died but no body or blood was found. Instead, a weird looking boy was staring curiously at him. Hayato scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.
"Pineapple?"
So how do you guys like my first fanfic? This is just an experiment so if you want me to continue just say so. Also Hayato is 8 and Bianchi was 11. Mukuro is 9. Chrome will be in the story but she wouldn't have any problems and will have nothing to do with Mukuro. And pineapple is Mukuro just saying if you are a bit clueless. The storyline will follow the anime and the next chapter will focus on Mukuro.
Sayonara minna! :P
