Yoi! Saku again, desu! How is everyone?
Well, I've actually had this idea for the longest time, but I didn't decide to write about it up until now! XD
It's just a little [biggish] something, I guess. (The Snow Guardian is my OC I made up)
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyou Hitman Reborn, Akira Amano does. If I owned this, I wouldn't be writing fanfics, I'd be making the real deal.
Yuki no Shugosha
"You have all been named the seven guardians of the Vongola Family. As the Storm, Rain, Sun, Cloud, Mist, Thunder, and Snow you will protect the Sky and follow his orders without hesitation. Do you understand?"
The newly appointed guardians replied with a "Yes, sir", some more enthusiastic than others.
"Riccardo, you don't need to make is sound like they're being forced into submission," a blond-haired man laughed from a leather chair. He stood up, his blue eyes—despite being an icy pigment—reflected the gentle and genuine smile on his lips. "Even if you hadn't told them to do all of that, they would know what to do, after all, they're all my friends."
Riccardo glanced over his shoulder at the lined up guardians, giving them a warning glance that said: Don't mess up.
"I understand, Boss," the black-haired man replied. He wandered towards the oak doors that connected the office and the hallway. "I'll see you later."
The door slammed shut and everyone was silent until the blond-haired man started to laugh again. "Come on, everyone! Liven up a bit! It's not like I'm going to kill you."
"I don't see what's so funny, Boss," said the only woman of the lined up candidates.
"Hey, I told you, when it's just us, you don't need to call me 'Boss', just call me by my name that you usually do, okay?"
The woman blushed, "F-Fine, whatever you say, B-Bo…Giotto…"
Giotto patted her head, "That's good, Y—"
It's cold…Where?
Eyes, one white as snow, slowly opened and glanced from side to side, stopping when an encasing ice entered their field of vision. Other than the line of light that shone dimly over the eyes, it was dark. "This is…" the voice that came out was cracked and dry as if it hadn't been used for centuries. The eyes closed again, unable to do anything else and the body too numb to feel anything.
"Don't fall asleep here, you'll freeze!"
The lids that covered the eyes shot open. In front of them was a black floor and a cold metal door of steel. The eyes flickered from side to side, noting that the body's arms were no longer covered in ice, as was the rest of the body.
"Put on a jacket or something, that'll warm you up!"
"A…jacket…" the voice came out dry, but not as hoarse. Hands planted firmly on the floor and pushed bent arms straight. Now a handle could be seen; one hand grabbed onto a rail protruding from the wall and then the legs were near straight. One foot took a step forward, if the hand had let go of the rail, the whole body would have collapsed to the floor instead of just a knee.
With another willful push, the body was back on its feet and on its way to the handle. A simple push on the frosted metal opened the door too well. The hinges snapped and the thick steel board fell onto white linoleum.
"Hey, who are you and why are you—"
Long black hair flipped, head turned, eyes glared at what spoke. "You…give me your jacket…"
"S-Secur—" Before the man could finish what he was saying, he was on the ground, unconscious. Seconds later, he was stripped of his white jacket and dragged into the empty room. Hands lifted the steel door and shakily forced it back into position. Click!
"Now…to find a way out…"
Legs, now used to walking, walked through the hallways slowly, stopping only once to hear a conversation between two white-coated men, whispering to each other.
"Really? I heard…Vongola's…boss…Japan."
Eyes widened and fingers clutched onto the back of the white coats' collars. "You said Vongola's boss was in Japan, right?"
"Y-Yes, is there something wrong, Miss…?" one of them answered. Without listening to anymore, she forced their heads together and let them fall to the floor, also unconscious. In the hands of one of the white coats was a shining black gun. Without hesitation, she took the gun and searched for an extra cartridge in the coat pocket. She removed the safety lock and headed down the hall until she reached a room next to a staircase leading to the roof.
She barged into the room gun pointed at the occupant. "Can you get me to Japan?" she growled.
"I-I can, so please, put the gun down!"
The woman ignored him and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him up the staircase.
Waiting on the open-aired platform sat a giant helicopter. On the side of the copter was a large emblem of a curled up dragon.
"Will this thing get me to Vongola's Boss?"
"Yes, it will," the man replied, stepping into the pilot's seat, "now, can you please lower the gun?"
"W-We're almost here, ma'am," the pilot smiled nervously. The gun was no longer pointed at him and was in the stolen coat's pocket, but he was still very much intimidated by her presence.
The helicopter hovered over a medium-large sized white building with a front yard that could just barely fit the machine's shape. Gradually, the copter lowered onto the open space, whirling up a smoke screen of dust and dirt with its blades.
A student dressed in a white, collared button-up T sat up from his position on the green-black leather couch. His normally flat black hair was slightly messy and there was a look of complete irritation on his face. The student swung his feet over the edge of the sofa with one graceful swoop and walked over to the window, opening a crack in the blinds just enough to see what had disturbed his nap. On the other side of the glass was a large cloud of dust and a faint outline of what he identified to be a helicopter.
He glared at the machinery and grabbed two steel tonfa off his desk and the black stiff collar jacket off the backrest of the leather couch. The small fluffy yellow that had been lying on the jacket instantly awoken at the feel of the quick tug and sprouted a pair of small wings. It perched on a shoulder, which was covered loosely with a black coat that had a red prefect's badge pinned onto one arm.
Without paying the bird any mind, he slid the door open and closed it back into place more forceful then he intended. The hallways, which were starting to be infested by students was cleared as he walked through. Some, who had believed they caught the weapon-wielding student's gaze, scampered back into a door right after he passed by.
In the mind of this feared student, his attention only remained focus on one thing: the helicopter that disturbed his peace and the school's order.
"W-Whoa! There's a helicopter outside!" A second-year student exclaimed, standing from his seat and looking out the window. The teacher's lecture stopped as all students rushed over to the window.
A silver-haired student, who had transferred into the school about a year earlier, analyzes the chopper and notices an insignia on the side: a curled up Western dragon. His green eyes widen then narrow into slits. He grabs two people by the shoulder: one tanned and tall, the other short and thin.
"Tenth, that helicopter is owned by a dangerous facility in Italy. It was built by the last remnant from the people that tested on the Kokuyo Group," he murmured to the two.
The shortest of the three furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Eh?" he whispered, only slightly softer than the crowding students. "How can that be? I thought Mukuro killed all of them years ago!"
The silver-haired student shook his head, "One of the scientists was on a vacation to the Arctic. Tenth, what are we going to do—"
"Look! Look! There's a lady coming out of the helicopter!"
The exclamation caused heads to turn and the three that had detached from the group joined the mob again, seeing who came out. She was dressed in a long white lab coat and had long, smooth black hair. Her hands were in her pocket.
"Tenth, she's armed…"
The color from the brown-haired boy's already pale face drained even further. Then he shook his head, regaining his grip on reality. "T-Then we need to stop her!"
"Tsuna, how are we going to do it without any weapons?" the tallest asked.
He averted his gaze to the window. "We have to do something to make sure no one at school gets hurt."
"Silly Tsuna, didn't I tell you before? Don't try to act so much like a hero, you'll get nervous."
Tsuna turned behind him, coming face-to-face with his home tutor: a baby. "R-Reborn, what—"
"What are you still doing here? Shouldn't you be going down to greet your new opponent?" he questioned, cutting him off.
The brown-haired boy pursed his lips then after a quick nod, started running out the classroom, followed by Yamamoto and Gokudera. A girl near the back of the mob that saw the three leave looked at her friend next to her, who was staring at the helicopter with boredom all over her face, before trailing silently after the three.
The trio arrived at the scene, panting for air. As they came, so did the president of the disciplinary committee. When he appeared, the crowd that had formed from the class in PE ran back to the field on the other side of the school. The prefect stepped out into the open and glared up at the students. "Continue learning and close the blinds," he ordered. All the students did as they were told. It was only until after the all the windows were covered totally and completely that he looked at the woman in the white lab coat.
"Who are you to come here and disturb the order of this school?" he questioned. His tonfa were positioned in front of him and he changed into his battle stance. "If I don't like your answer, I'll bite you to death."
The woman's eyes widened and after a few seconds, reverted to their original size. "So you were here the whole time and didn't even bother coming into contact with me, Guardiano di Nuvole? You have some nerve…" She took out her gun, aiming it at the head prefect.
"I don't know what kind of nonsense you're spouting, but I do know that I don't like your answer. And guns are prohibited on school grounds!" The head prefect charged toward the gun-wielder.
"It's time for you to stop being useless, Tsuna," Reborn said as he slid two white mittens onto the amber-eyed boy's hands.
"Eh? Reborn! Since when did you have—"
"No time for questions. Now, fight!" The hitman home tutor took a chameleon from the brim of his fedora, which then turned into a gun, and shot the student.
A flash of bright orange zoomed between the charging disciplinary student and the woman in the white lab coat. One gloved hand blocked Hibari's incoming, swiping tonfa and the other iced the opening of the gun, frosting the metal and the bullet inside. The woman's eyes widened at the sight of the ice crawling over her gun.
Primo.
"Move out of the way, Herbivore," Hibari growled.
Tsuna stared at Hibari, unfazed by the order. "Wouldn't causing more disorder only worsen the situation?"
The black-haired student lowered his arms and turned away without a word. As Tsuna's Cloud Guardian left, he turned to face the woman, flame burning out as he did so.
"I'm sorry about your gun," he apologized, "But I didn't want—"
"What happened to you? Why do you look so young again?" the woman interrupted, grabbing him tightly at the shoulders. Tsuna could only look at her with deep confusion, which was expressed by silence. "Why are you in Japan? Why didn't you let me know? Why—"
"Hey! Get your hands off of him!" Gokudera growled, stomping up to the woman. He grabs the wrist closest to him and yanks the hand off of Tsuna's shoulder.
"You're…Guardiano di Tempesta…Giotto's right-hand man…"
Gokudera clicked his tongue in disgust and opened his mouth to correct her mistake of 'Giotto' with 'Tenth', but Reborn stopped him.
"Are you referring to Vongola Primo?" Reborn questioned the woman, one eye shaded by his fedora. In his hand, he held gun-Leon. Leon wasn't pointed at her, but it was by Reborn's side with the safety lock off.
"'Primo'? I'm referring to the one and only boss of the Vongola," she answered the infant.
"As I thought…" Reborn muttered, jumping onto Tsuna's shoulder. "I don't know how you got here, but you're from the past. This no-good person in front of you is not Vongola Primo, he's Vongola Decimo. You referred to Primo by his first name, so…" Reborn lifted Leon into the air, aiming it at the woman's forehead. "Who are you?"
Despite the comical situation of a baby holding a gun up at her face, she didn't laugh. Her face was serious as she replied, "My name is Yuki, the Guardiano di Neve—the Vongola's Snow Guardian." As she told them her title, she held up her right hand. On her middle finger was a shining ring that resembled a shield with three shells and a simplistic picture of a blizzard.
End Chapter One
Well, hope you liked it so far!
The Snow Guardian is my creation; and her name is oh-so-creative, isn't it? XD
Translations:
Guardiano di Nuvole: "Guardian of Cloud"
Guardiano di Tempesta: "Guardian of Storm"
Guardiano di Neve: "Guardian of Snow"
Primo-First
Decimo-Tenth
Yuki no Shugosha: "Guardian of Snow"
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