Flame Wreathed Resolution
A Worm x Katekyo! Hitman Reborn Fanfic
Synopsis : The Entities decided to roam to a different world first before beginning their cycle. Unfortunately, they encountered an entity who took offense of their presence. As they flee, The man with an Iron Hat decided to plant seeds for their downfall.
When Taylor Hebert triggers in an earlier time, a force both foreign and familiar decided to ignite within her. With her solemn yet absolute resolution, she would either save the world or bathe it in flames.
To Prosperity or To Ruin.
For that is her Dying Will..
Starting Information
Taylor Triggers with a different shard( See notes on Compromised Shards) at an earlier time. OC would be present at a later time. Also all art posted in story are made by me!
Chapter 1.1:Stoppino
Disclaimer: Worm and KHR do not belong to me. Worm is a creation of the wonderful author Wildbow while KHR belongs to JUMP.
I stood in front of a grave.
It was dark, the sun has yet to rise and the cold mist hung in the air. Brockton Bay Memorial was silent except for the occasional hum of cicadas and crickets. No one really visits their loved ones at this time of the day. Afterall, it was 3 o clock in the early morning, too early for an average citizen to be up and about.
I looked around, trying to sense the whole area.The grounds were well kept, grass carpeted the landscape is dotted by several headstone markers and a few family mausoleums of the upper class of the city. Several perennial trees scattered the ground across the hilly landscape and an old cold iron wrought fence surrounding the site. It gave the whole place an eerie vibe that resonates the feeling of emptiness and melancholy.
A place of great mourning.
Oddly enough, I would fit right in with the dark backdrop of this place. If anyone living was looking at me, they would have been frightened at my ensemble. Draped in an old, black fur line winter cape that I found inside one of the boxes in the basement, it hid my figure perfectly and comes down just below my knees. Underneath the cape, I wore an old, midnight blue long-sleeved coat with white piping and red cuffs. Both clothes seem to belong to mom during her time as a foreign exchange student in an exclusive middle school in Italy. Both items were well made but a bit worn from use, although well cared by the state I found them. Completing the look was an old stove top hat I found on a thrift store, a simple red ball mask has a long nose, some bandages to cover half of my face and hands and polished black shoes.
[SPOILER="Taylor's Cape Outfit"/SPOILER]
Overall, the outfit reminds me more of old phantoms from the tales of Europe than a crazy looking cape.
Turning my eyes back to the grave, I examined the small plot of ground with great detail. The headstone was simple; granite, shaped in a simple rectangular cut, marked with plaintive words and a familiar name that was carved meticulously.Overall, it was clean yet impersonal.
Annette Rose Hebert
A Loving Wife and Mother.
A woman who touched many lives with simple words of wisdom.
It was a monument marking my mother, both in life and her moment of death.
Ba-Bump
It was an insult - that's what it was to me. A plain slab of rock that mockingly summarized her whole being into a single sentence, made her finite.
Ba-Bump
I felt a familiar feeling surface on my chest as the air around me slowly heats up, small sparks ofred flamesignite randomly near my hands.
Ba-Bump
This sensation...
I grasped the feeling of (rage/hate/helplessness) pushing it down and drowning my emotions with moments of unfeeling, burying my power underneath.
The sparks ofredwere snuffed, the air around me began to cool down.
It was a close call. If I had left my feelings unchecked, I would surely have ruined my mom's grave.
Crouching down, I began to clean the gravestone. Gauze wrapped fingers meticulously pull out the weeds that started growing near the headstone.
"Hey mom, It's me, Taylor..." I said, hesitant on trying to speak. I felt foolish in believing in the notion that one can communicate with their loved ones beyond the grave. It was a wishful thinking that even my own mother would laugh at.
Maybe it's that same wishful thinking I need to right now to elevate this feeling of loneliness. Shaking my head to clear out my head, I continued to think, to try to parse out my thoughts.
"Mom, I'm so sorry that we weren't able to visit you these past years." I began voice cracking slightly as words came out.
"I just can't handle being near here, seeing you gone. and dad becoming too busy at work... " I explained, Remembering how difficult mom's death was to both her and her dad.
Danny Hebert decided to bury his own grief to work at the Dockworker's Association. He would go to work every single day and return home, sometimes barely even acknowledge my presence. He looked like a man that was simply going through the motions, each day looking more and more defeated.
As for me, I busied myself into pouring my time and emotion in learning how to use my abilities, ignoring the whole mess as I felt that my relationship with dad drifted apart.
I poured out all of my issues in front of the grave. My feelings of loss, my problems with dad, my problems at school and Emma-
I stilled at that thought. Emma Barnes.
She was my childhood friend, my sister in anything but blood. We were thick as thieves back then with Dad being friends with Emma's Father. I still remember those times when we would go to each other's houses for a sleepover, the times when we hang out at the Lords Market and the family picnics.Those were the happier moments before -
Ba -Bump
Breathing out, I tried to control my emotions as I felt the feelings of (rage/hate/helplessness) surfacing up. Successfully reigning in my emotions back towards not feeling, I pondered on why my friendship with Emma soured.I remember those moments when Emma and I confide secrets to each other, how I subconsciously hid to her my parahumans ability.
Did I unknowingly predict how our friendship would end? Is the reason Emma turning her back at me? For her to do-
Ba-Bump
Red flamesburst out my hands, signifying my rage. I let the anger and rage wash over me as the flames danced around my body. Sighing, I beckoned the flames into my hand and away from my mom's grave. I will not allow my anger to desecrate her resting place.
Staring at the flames that danced at my palm, my thoughts wandered back to that fated day, back when I became a parahuman.
--KHRxWORM--
June 12, 2003
I was bored, there was nothing new to do in the park. Mom was busy talking to other mothers and the other kids are hogging the swings. My curious mind began to drift as I bravely wandering away from the playpen, exploring on my own.
Moments have passed, my aimless wandering brought me into a dirty alley. Curiosity was slowly being eroded by fear as the sky dimmed and the stench of rotting food and the darkness of the area became apparent.
I was definitely lost. I tried to go back to where I came from, walking amidst the garbage, looking for some familiar signs. As I stepped out the alley into the Main Street, my breath hitched. This is definitely not the way back to the Park.
Before I started to panic, a loud cacophony of noises awash the area. Loud angry shouts and screams were the first things I heard before it was muffled by explosions and loud popping sound of guns became persistent.
I ran.
I ran away from the chaos as fast as my legs can carry me, I flee back into the dirty alley hoping it's dark, garbage-filled corners can hide me away only for the ground to rumble and shake. I tripped, I stumbled down onto a trash heap.
My whole body shook along the trembling ground.
Loud booming sounds accompanied by fall of debris and screeching of metal deafened my ears, bright lights and fire came out of nowhere. My vision swam as I felt my consciousness detach from my body before-
Two massive entities traveled across the cosmos, their enormous bodies traversing both existing and not existing across dimensions. Sinewy non-Euclidean shapes left echoes across realities. They were moving faster than their usual pace. The Thinker sent out a communication to the other.
[Escape]
[Defiance] [Retaliate]
It's partner/child/parent, The Warrior replied, it's speed reducing as it seemed to orient itself. Golden Lights appeared along its body, covering its body like a corona of a star.
[Negation] [Escape]
The Thinker insisted, broadcasting images, data and calculations towards its partner, asking The Warrior to continue their course far away from their original trajectory. The Warrior paused, the golden light of its power retreated as it hesitantly analyzed the data it's counterpart sent. Seeing no fault, The Warrior sent a feedback.
[Agreement]
The two entities continued its path, both knew that the Heat Wraith is on their tail. Both already lost several of their Shards in trying to seed the Heat Wraith's world only for it to consume those shards.
The Thinker charted their Path, it knew the flames of the Heat Wraith had already damaged some of their essential shards. The Warrior seeing its counterpart gathering necessary data to plot their course, decided to do a full check up to the extent of its loss.
The Warrior tried to use[Administration]only to receive a slight error. Curious, it prods the shards, cataloging which was functional and which was compromised.
[ Destination]
[Agreement]
[Trajectory]
[Trajectory]
[Agreement]
The two entities continued to navigate the cosmos until they were interrupted.
Flames with a multitude of colors and variety covered the void of space around the two, hindering them from their path. A figure appeared in front of them, the being's form though far too small from their own colossal size was not the indication of the being's weakness.The Flame Wraithwas visually no different from some of the beings they have seeded from the previous cycles, it floated in the harsh space that is inbetween reality with its posture relaxed and uncaring.
[Defiance]
The Warrior responded golden rays of light came out of its body, covering the two entities to protect them from the immolating flames.
The Flame Wraithsmiled at the creature's action. Draped in an expensive three-piece suit, tipping it's Iron Hat at the two entities before he drawled out a reply.
"This is not an exit"
The Thinker and Warrior move to escap-
-TriNiSette Protocols Loading... -
- Rewriting [Administration] ...-
HeLlo tAyloR HebERt.
I dO HoPE YoU liKe mY PrEseNt.
UsE iT aS yoU sEE FiT.
TO PrOsPEritY Or tO rUIn.
--Signal Lost: [Administration] Compromised--
My consciousness returned just in time to see a cape - an armored blonde woman. Her manic eyes trained on my direction, staring at me with hostile intent.
before I can even react, she purposely waved her arms in a motion and the earth upfront of her trembled. Massive chunks of stone broke away from the ground as they float up and shot down, each debris coming down towards me.The rain of death came closer and closer to me as the woman smirked.
Staring at the upcoming danger, I closed my eyes shut and only think of one thing
I can't die!
Heat began to bloom from my body, the Intense temperature began to shape into flames as I raised my hand and the flames coalesce. The armor woman eyes widened as she tries to create a barrier.
..Not until I found mom.
Flamesfilled the alley illuminating the sky of Brockton Bay.
--KHRxWORM--
I remember waking up in the hospital with my parents sitting beside the bed. They told me that I was found unconscious in front of our house, unhurt and without a shred of clothing. My parents were baffled at how I manage to come back home let alone the state I was in. Dad managed to calmly call to their friends, co-workers, and the local police to call off the search while mom made my favorite Lasagna and Tomato soup.
A few years later I learned that there was a gang war that erupted near that park after I wandered off to god knows where. Mom had frantically tried to find me while the city ran rampant.
It had been a free for all battle between Teeth, The Empire Eighty-Eight and Marquis's Marche that ravaged the area.
I never bothered to learn what happened after I passed out since I was too busy trying to learn more about my powers.
Dying Will Flames.
That was my parahuman ability. The will to live manifested in different colored flames.
Sky,Storm,Rain,Sun,Lightning,CloudandMist. Those who represent the Flames of the Sky.
For me each of those flames was intimately tied to a certain nature or emotion, each is unique and with its own properties.
Those seven were easier for me to manifest with varying degree of success. TheRed Sky flames of the Stormeasily react to my anger, my need to lash out and wreck havoc. Other flames like theViolet Sky flames of the Cloud, theIndigo Sky flames of the Mistand theVibrant Yellow Sky flames of the Sunwere difficult. Not only these flames require me to visualize my intent and control my resolve, but I also require a lot of time to concentrate on both generating and controlling those flames. The rest are less reactive than myStorm flamesbut more instinctual.
Though aside from the Flames of the Sky, there were other flames that were within me that felt distant - no not distant but locked, like a certain requirement was needed to access them. Not to mention the other benef-
I was jolted from my musing by the vibrations coming from the inner pockets.Pulling it out of my coat pocket I stared at the device.
It was my phone, a Tinkertech cell modified from an old prepaid flip top phone given to me by my associate for both heroics and bounty hunting missions. Light and durable, it can withstand a great amount of damage while having a clear reception everywhere. The device also has several other features and can be charged by my flames.
I opened the phone and read the text message before briefly replying an acknowledgment. It was another bounty mission to Pensylvania set up by the PRT.
It seems I would be having another busy day.
Pocketing the phone back, I stood up and dust off the dirt out of my outfit. Looking at the newly cleaned grave, I tipped my top hat towards the tombstone.
"I guess I have to cut our time short, Mom." I whispered before Walking away towards the old wrought iron gates. The first ray of sunlight poured out the horizon, illuminating the grounds.
Taking a deep breath, I concentrated my consciousness inwards and began to draw out my will. Focusing, I called upon the feeling of theencompassing vastness of the sky, all accepting, harmonious and pure.
Ba-bump…Ba-bump
Flamesburst forth and started to cover my hands and feet, pouring out and enveloping them, theSky Flamesfeel soft and warm to touch.
I let the feeling of Gravity fade and flew up the morning sky.