I know, I know, I know that I have another KHR story to worry about, but I couldn't help wanting to at least post the first part of this story that I've had swimming inside my head. It is the preface of my new KHR/Xanxus story. It will be a XanxusxOC story, don't like, don't read. Anyway, I hope you enjoy—tell me what you think—and please, check out my GokuderaxOC story called Tempesta di Neve. Thank you. Please review.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or its characters. They rightfully belong to Amano Akira-sensei. All I own is some plot points and my OCs.
Warning: This story contains lots of swearing, alcohol and drug references, gore, violence, mild sexual content, and blah, blah, blah. It is XanxusxOC story. Anything in Japanese and Italian will be translated after the chapter.
BULLETPROOF
Preface:
Every single one of her muscles trembled shaking her tiny and frail thirteen-year-old body. Platinum locks and a white nightgown stuck uncomfortably to her, blood and sweat being the reason; she was covered in it—though, none of the blood was hers. Four motionless bodies laid all around her staining the living room floor in dark and thick crimson. That red liquid was like a never-ending pool.
The echoing and eerie sound of footsteps approaching caused the young teen to lift her head. Her glassy and blue eyes widened fearfully at the figure moving towards her. She backed up further against the wall, accidentally knocking down the family portrait from the wall, the glass protecting it shattering upon contact. The figure cackled at his prey and lifted his weapon causing the gun to shine a little because of the moonlight shining into the darkened house.
The predator cocked his gun and aimed for her. Biting her lip, she slammed her eyes shot when she heard the gunshot. A bloodcurdling scream escaped her lips as hot white pain came from the left side of her chest.
Her body met the ground with a dull 'THUD'. Footsteps of her shooter faded as she felt conscious start to do so for her.
Her head lolled to the side and her partially lidded optics caught side of the picture frame she had broken. A stray tear escaped seeing the smiling faces of her now deceased family—her smiling alongside them.
As blackness started to consume her, a meek smile pulled at the corners of her lips. Maybe dying wasn't so bad, she'd be with her family again and they were the only things in her life that she considered living for.
Nevertheless, when the girl woke up in a hospital hours later and was told that the bullet that should've pierced her heart barely past her ribs, she wasn't sure whether she was grateful or regretful that she was—jokingly--being called "bulletproof".