Author's Note: Yay! Another fanfic! I wonder if this one will work out...I hope it will. Oh…I changed some stuff though…
Declaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn
A young six-year-old squeezes her dark brown eyes shut very tightly and winces as she feels yet another needle get poked into her pale skin skin. A whimper escapes from her mouth and she gasps. "Hahahaha, don't worry young one. We won't mess up on you like the others. You'll be the perfect human weapon for the mafia," says the man in charge, patting the girl's black hair in pigtails.
I feel patting on my back and I wake up from my mental nap, Somehow, I had a nightmare of the tests being done on me earlier this year. "Do you want to escape this place?" asks the blue haired boy around my age, with pineapple hair, I've seen around before; he has something covering his right eye now though. I'm glad I didn't have to go through as much as him.
"Kufufufufu, you've been through around the same. You just don't have the eyes," he laughs. Mind reading…? That's…interesting. So you're saying that I'm like a copy? If I'm a copy, I don't think I look too much like you. I point at my hair that's always in a spiral for some reason, excluding my side bangs.
"Yes. Either way though, would you like to escape from here?" he asks again.
"I would, but how…?" I ask, unsure.
"That is the easy part. Just follow me," he replies.
"You have my full support then," I nod.
After that, he 'recruited' two other guys- doggie boy and glasses boy. "Just wait until there's blood all over," he laughs. Then the scientist comes in and swoosh- the doctor dies. "A…trident…? How…?" I ask, utterly amazed.
"Kufufufu, let me show you…" he replies, showing me that it was an illusion.
I smile and say, "I understand. I'll help too then." I make a scythe. Suddenly, a lot of doctors burst into the room. I loose my focus and gasp. I see the blue-haired boy killing off the doctors with the help of doggie boy and glasses boy. Because of that, I shake my head, go back into an offensive stance, and slash my scythe at the people like the other three.
It didn't take very long for all the doctors' corpses to litter the floor, lying in pools of their own blood. The once white walls are now smudged with the crimson red of drying blood. "Well, that was fun," says the blue-haired boy, taking the temporary eye-patch off his right eye. The other two stare at his red eye as though it is something to be feared. I, however, see it as something fearful, but…nice looking at the same time, it suits his personality. It truly is an odd mix. "Kufufu, my name is Rokudo Mukuro. That would be Mukuro-sama to you," he laughs.
"I'm Ken Joshima!" says doggy boy.
"Chickusa Kakimoto…" mumbles glasses boy.
"…Kasumi...Sato," I say, taking me some time to recall my last name.
I'm breathing in and out very quickly. Night has fallen and we are still being chased. My legs are going to give in any second now; we've been running for so long on empty. "Mu…ku…ro…-sa…ma," I pant, turning around to see our pursers. "It…looks…like…we…lost…them," I finish. We stop at in the clearing that we're in.
"Kufufu, they're not far behind," Mukuro says without panting. "I'll stay here, you three keep running as far as you can," he says, smiling.
"B-but the Vindice!" I say in a state of shock.
"You heard Mukuro-sama, lets go!" shouts Ken. Chickusa nods.
"You have my loyalty, which is why we'll find a way to break you out," I declare.
"Yes!" agrees Ken.
"Ah," nods Chickusa. That being said, the three of us run off, leaving our leader to get caught.