Warning: unbeta, English is my second. ASL is my first. I'm Deaf. *peace*
I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Enjoy~ :D
Lightning never strikes twice in the same place
Each lightning held no sounds
Until one certain lightning made a strike
A strike into the world
A world where it needs an advanced and solid lightning
Even it means this lightning is in agony and mourning
…forever…
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Untamed Lightning
Prologue
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He doesn't understand. He was supposed to be back to his timeline. His world. Not this place. Not here. Not now.
It's impossible.
He doesn't want to believe this.
Won't believe this is real.
…but it real.
Because he is still here.
In the world where he is all alone. He'll never see them again. He wishes it's all a dream. Just a dream. But he knew. He knew this is his reality.
He won't ever see his wonderful adopted mama who always smiles and loves him. Who always give him hug. Kiss him. Cook for him. Always be there for him. Always welcome back to her warm lovely arms.
He won't see his older brothers. His comrades. His family. He won't enjoy listening to his Rain brother who always comforts him and cheers him up. He won't argue and fight with his Strom brother who always has his back during battles. He won't be training with his Sun brother who always protects him and treated him as his sibling. He won't be enjoying eating snacks and desserts with his Mist sister who took care of him and helps him with his studies. He won't have fun with pranks with his Mist brother who always make sure he'll have his revenge; even if it's silly. He won't have protective Cloud brother who always watches over him to keep him safe from getting kidnap.
He won't see his best friends; the sweet Chinese girl who always stick with him through thick and thin. He won't see his Ranking-Prince brother who always takes care of him no matter what and always have his back.
Hell, he won't see a certain Hitman with fedora who always bully him and kick his ass no matter what.
Most of all, he won't see his warm ever-all-accepting Sky brother who took him in. Who accepted him in his family before Familiga. Who gave him love, warmth, food, shelter, and meaning in life.
No more.
No more happy moments. No laughter. No smiles. No warmth.
Nothing.
Emptiness.
Cold.
Longing.
Is all he ever felt right in this moment. A young fifteen years old glanced up at the dark sky that covered by grey clouds to provides the downpouring rains. His dull onyx eyes stared blankly once he glanced the brick wall across of him. He is sitting in the alleyway with his back leaned against the brick wall behind him. He is covered with grimes, dirt, dried blood, and soaked.
However, he does not care.
Why should he care?
He's not returning to his world.
They're gone. Gone gone gone gone gone.
Forever.
Then he heard the clattered from the distance. He turned his head slightly in emotionless and saw a short middle-aged man who wears an expensive black business suit with fancy white trench-coat. He had ashes hair that reached his shoulders that tucked behind his ears and silver gold index finger. The middle-aged man calmly walked toward him.
He should have held up his shield. His defense.
But he doesn't have it.
His gear.
How irresponsible of him. His Strom brother would surely have throttled him and kicked his ass if he knew.
But that's impossible because he is no longer there.
So, he sits there and stared at the middle-aged man. The man stopped as he stood in front of the fifteen years old boy. The middle-aged man opened his mouth and said something in the completely different foreign language. This language is unfamiliar yet familiar to the boy but he gave no response to the stranger.
So, the middle-aged man frowned and said in another different language. He continued until one language sparks the boy.
"Italian, huh?" the middle-aged man hummed as he observed the boy before him. "Why is there an Italian with activated flame doing in Transylvania?" the stranger asked with curious and concerned. He leaned forward to examine the boy carefully, "Something tells me that you went through a tough situation, my boy." He said with sympathy.
He didn't respond.
However, that didn't stop the stranger. "If you want to, would you like to come with me?" he offered his hand to him.
He stared at the hand blankly. "Come, perduto ragazzo."
He wanted to snort at that nickname, lost boy. So very fitting of him and his situation. His onyx eyes glanced up at the stranger and saw the man's warmth fatherly eyes.
It's warm. It directed toward him.
But…
His flame hisses in disgusted at the warmth. His flame demanded to go back to his family. Not a stranger.
Then, his flame went on the alarm when its noticed the unfamiliar flame leaking out from the stranger to attempt to touch his flame. His flame hisses even louder and threatens to strike at the unfamiliar flame. His flame refuses to touch the stranger's flame. His flame screamed at the leaking flame and demanded to leave him alone or else. His flame is not known for a wild strike that leaves the blood, cries, and chaos for nothing.
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows as he retreated his flame back to him. He watched the boy with a bemused face, "I see. I'm sorry for your loss." His eyes filled with pity, "Your flame went through the loss of Sky and comrades." He tilted his head, "My apologies for the reckless action."
The boy just stared at the stranger.
"I promise I won't attempt to tame your flame." The middle-aged man made avowed. Then he lends his hand to him, "Come with me, perduto ragazzo. You don't have to be alone. Let me help you to prepare yourself for the future."
His flame got quiet then nudge the owner since its sensed that this stranger won't tried to tame him and his flame.
The boy slowly lifted his hand and reached for the stranger's hand. The man half-smile at the boy, "What's your name?"
"…Lambo." He whispered.