I decided to take a turn for once and write on someone different - Reborn. This is a short little story on the life of Adult Reborn before he became an Arcobaleno. It's not related much according to the Vongola family, but based on his lonely life as a hitman.
I won't say as much this time, so, with that, I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
The newly shined shoes took its place upon the moving stairs, ones that were leading to its destination. Their owner, a renowned hitman, merely tipped his fedora down and straightened his suit; after all, he came in class no matter what the situation.
The escalators he had stepped upon seemed so long, yet its destination was in pure sight, leaving not much time to think or back out of what he was about to perform. The silence was deafening and raw, yet, in only a manner of a few seconds, will it begin to ring loudly of arson and battle. It was a life he was used to, a life he did not mind anymore, since his mind had solely surrendered to it all. Call it cold-hearted; he no longer cared what others thought of him.
Cold. Just like the gun his hand was loosely placed over at that moment, just like his own personality, and just like what he was about to bring upon the people who decided to become his enemies. The bitter cold was what he witnessed in others who shot their guns at him, and he back at them, often times inflicting more damage on them than himself. In a few manner of seconds, he would arrive on the top of those escalators, lean on the wall to his left, and turn the corner. It is then that a reign of cold death will spread among everyone, the one that he will inflict with his very hand. Death was not friendly and neither was he.
The sound of the escalators reaching their end was now within earshot and the hitman did not miss a step as he deftly skipped over the end of the stairs and leaned against the cold wall to his left. Everything was still, but the moment he set his foot or gun out will it become full of bullets and voices.
Inhale. Exhale.
No hesitation.
Turn.
Point.
Aim.
Fire.
And let the seething cold overtake his eyes once more.
If you may be curious, yes, it was intended to use the word 'seething' and 'cold' to produce a sort of irony between his cold personality and the heat of his gun in the battles he goes through often.
Well, thanks for reading and reviewing, if you do!