Alright, so first this is a plot bunny that would not leave me alone while i was showering and demanded i write it down. Now I have no idea where this story is going to go or even if it is going to continue. I have been working on My Brother, My King in my free time. I don't have much of it however due to work and school. I will try to update it soon but i can't promise anything yet. I'm having issues with some scene transitions right now. So this is a fem!Tsuna story mostly due to the fact it is awkward as all heck for me to write from a boys perspective. I'm thinking this will be R27 maybe...or maybe G27?
"I hate them." Brown eyes narrowed at the mirrored image of the feather wings sticking out of her back. Pure white feathers lined and filled the wings. They looked like clouds of white, fluffy and comforting, beautiful and picturesque. Her jaw clenched and she flared the wings as wide as she could in her bathroom. She looked at her own form. Brown hair and eyes, short stature with a petite frame and scowled deeply. She looked beautiful. Some people had even said heavenly and she was filled with self-hate. She hated the fact that she was short only reaching 5'2" in height. She despised the fact she was petite and slim. Easy to grab and hold. Her eyes were drawn to the only thing she loved in the mirror, a blade. The blade had a jagged edge, made to serrate bone and flesh apart with ease. It handle fit perfectly in her hand and it had been a true pain in the ass to get ahold of. None of the people she lived with would ever allow her to hold and use a weapon. They had no idea that she had the sword commissioned for her use. Even the man who made it was under the impression that it was for another angel and she was just delivering the request. This blade would be the key to her freedom. She hefted the blade high, feeling its weight and how the end was weighted to be heavier than the rest.
She arched her wings back spreading them wide. She lifted the blade over her head and let it drop. Agony darted across her mind, sparks lighting up the far corners of it as she dragged the blade across her wings, aiming at the joint that attached them to her. She bit down on her lips to keep her scream in. She sawed, the angle awkward but needed, the blade catching her skin below her shoulders and ripping it as well. Rivers of blood cascaded down her back and tears down her face. It hurt, it really hurt but that pain was nothing on why she was doing this. She had been betrayed by all those who would covet her but instead caused her pain. The first wing dropped to the ground like a stone and the sword with it. Her hands shook as agony coursed through her. She turned and picked up the sword in trembling hands. She knew if she stopped for even a moment she would not cu the other abomination off her back. She would continue to be caged and her heart hunted. She refused to be stuck here in this hell of their making.
She lifted the sword high and let it drop against her wing. The angle was wrong though and as it bit into her skin she knew it would scar even worse than the other one. The agony faded as she sawed through the wing and into her shoulder. She yanked on the sword desperate to finish what she started. With a thump the sword dropped and her agony flared as it caught the back of her leg on the way down and sliced into it. She spun around and swayed. Her blood pooled on the floor around her only stopped from reaching out of the room she was in by towels she had set down earlier. She dragged herself over to her desk and grabbed the bandages she left on it. She wrapped her leg first and then began to bandage her back, knowing she would have to have someone else bandage it later. Later, when she was as far away from here as she could get. She looked at her blade on the ground and stumbled over to it. She lifted it unsteadily and shoved it into the sheath she had on her waist. It could be cleaned later.
She needed to leave before someone found out what she had done. She scowled at the thought of it and yanked her brown cloak over her clothing and turned to her window. She slipped through the curtains and looked at the moon. Just after midnight, perfect. She cracked it open and slipped on the outside, latching it closed on the outside tightly. She had thirty minutes to get off the property and some decent distance away before the patrols came around this side of the mansion. She slipped off the ledge, landing unsteadily on the ground some ten feet below. Only her inhuman nature saved her from the broken bones that should have occurred from such a fall. Her cloak helped her blend in as she moved swiftly across the ground to the fence line. She paused at the edge of it as a bush rustled noisily. Her heart pounded in her throat. She couldn't be caught already, not yet. She hadn't even made it off the property yet. A rabbit hoped out of the bush and she let out her breathe in a whoosh. It wasn't a patrol or even one of the others. She was safe for now.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" A voice from behind her startled her. She spun making sure her sword was hidden from view too look at the ones who found her.
"Looks like someone was trying to sneak a peek at the principessa," A blonde boy said to his taller companion.
"Stupid kid," A man with long silver hair said shaking his head. "Go back the way you came before we kill you."
"What? Squalo, I want to kill the fool," The blonde boy whined.
"No, Bel. The kid didn't see anything and he didn't get very far. I don't feel like cleaning up the blood so the brat doesn't see it." Squalo looked over at the female in disguise and shook his head. "This isn't the first time some kid has been dared by his friends to try to sneak a look at the brat. Now get out of here before I let Bel have his way."
The girl nodded quickly and turned and speed walked her way across the boundary leaving her two guards behind as Bel whined at Squalo about 'ruining his fun'. As she got further from the boundary her whole body started trembling as a mixture of elation and terror crashed through her. Her eyes set firmly in front of her as she forced her feet to keep walking determined not to stop until she had reached a town at least a few days away from here. And head start she could get would help. She found though as she walked her leg ached more and more. She managed to make it to the road before she collapsed, her leg giving out and refusing to hold her weight anymore. She looked at it and the world spun dizzily, blood soaking through. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she collapsed her world going black for a time.
"This is your little brother Tsuna. His name is Lambo. You have to take care of him okay?" A young teen looked up at her parent the sun blocking out their face and nodded while smiling widely.
"I'll be the best big sister ever!" She cheered happily holding her baby brother close.
But I wasn't. Somewhere on the way the love my brothers had for me was corrupted. All of them changed. However, I still loved them as brothers only.
"Tsuna." A teen Lambo stared at the girl who raised him, "I'm in love with you and if I must fight the others for you I will."
I don't know why but when the boys I raised reached teenage-hood they would change and come to covet me and want me for themselves. They were my brothers though and I did not want them like that. Did I?
A purple haired boy pinned a twelve year old Tsuna. "Now, to claim my prize." He stated cockily as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Tsuna's. She flinched away but the boy followed for a moment before pulling back.
"Get away from Juudaime!" A boy with silver short hair yelled.
The purple haired boy smirked at the other and mockingly called. "Are you jealous, Hayato?" Hayato visibly reddened and scowled at the other pulling out dynamite from his pocket.
"Get off Juudaime, Mukuro!" He cried as he lit the dynamite and pitched them in the direction of the other two.
Oh, Dad. What should I do? They are starting to scare me with how they act. They all seem to want more them I'm willing to give.
"It makes me so jealous that you give your attention to the others," a voice growled into Tsuna's ear.
"Kyoya. Stop," She gasped the pressure on her back increasing as the boys head fell into the crook of her shoulder. She shivered as his teeth pressed against her skin scraping her neck lightly.
"Your mine." He snarled.
Was I a corruptive influence? Did I do something terrible to be punish with this?
"Someday, I wanna marry you," A little boy said cheerfully a grin on his face. Tsuna looked at her newest younger brother, Takeshi and sighed.
"We can't get married. We are siblings. Siblings don't get married." She explained slowly for the child.
"Then I don't want to be your brother anymore." He stated carelessly. Tsuna smiled even as a spike of pain lashed through her heart.
"Too bad, you'll always be my little brother to me," She said closing her eyes as she faked a grin.
"Nope, and when I'm older we will get married!" He declared loudly ignoring her exasperated sigh.
How did it come to this? I don't like this feeling of hate. How can I get rid of it? Get rid of it? That's it! Oh Father you are brilliant!
"So, Chrome. Where is your other half?" Tsuna tilted her head as she looked at the purple haired pineapple headed girl. Chrome shook her head and shrugged. "Oh, well. Looks like it's just you and me, Chrome," Tsuna grinned happily.
"B-boss? Can I tell you something?" Chromes stuttering brought Tsuna out of her happy thoughts.
"Of course, Chrome. You can tell me anything!" Tsuna locked her eyes on Chromes own to show the strength behind her statement.
"O-okay, here I go. Boss, I love you! As in love-love and not sibling love." Chrome declared her face going extremely red, "I know you don't feel the same way for me now. But I wish to have a chance to court you so that I might earn your heart and I won't take a no for an answer!"
Tsuna froze in shock. "Oya Chrome I didn't think you had the guts to go behind my back like this," Mukuro's voice came from behind Tsuna as he slid an arm around her. "Don't think I'll let you have my Tsuna so easily. She is to be my wife after all."
I just have to disappear. To leave Them alone and never go near them again. Then they'll stop fighting and I can be free again. It's a good starting plan. It will take some time to put into place though. First, I'm going to need a sword.
"Hey, Juudaime?" Hayato muttered from his spot beside her on the grass. The sun shined merrily overhead with a cool breeze. It was a perfect day for a picnic. The two of them had decided to do just that.
"Yes Hayato?" Tsuna asked pulling her eyes from her cloud watching to her little brother's form.
"May I have permission to do something?" HE asked not meeting her eyes, his cheeks pink from the sun.
"Sure, I guess," She said not wanting to scare him away when he was being evasive and shy. Her vision was flooded with silver as his chapped lips met hers. His lips were warm and soft but it felt so wrong to Tsuna. Something inside her screamed to pull away and to abort and she listened. She pulled back sharply.
"S-sorry, but when I saw Mukuro kissing you the other day I just couldn't get the thought out of my head. Juudaime, I don't want anyone other than me to kiss you." Hayato hurried to explain. Tsuna shook her head a sad look flashing through her eyes. Another sibling lost to her.
Ah, I'm going to have to remove my wings somehow. The spells to hide them are far too easy to break. Oh, father forgive me but I must cut them off. A serrated blade should do the trick I believe and with them I shall remove the chains that they aspire to bind me with.
"Tsuna." The sound of her name pulled her attention away from her book. She looked up into the eyes of her third brother, Ryohei.
"Hey Ryohei. Come to join me for a break?" She smiled happy to see her always far too energetic brother.
"I EXTREMELY heard the other state they intend to court you. I EXTREMELY don't like that and decided to tell you that I have EXREMELY decided that I too shall court you." He stated in a yell. Tsuna looked at him blankly for a moment before turning her attention back to her book.
"Do as you will." Her voice was as calm as ever held a tinge of coldness to it.
I will do anything to be free of them. They are not my problem anymore.
Oh, my child. What have your siblings drove you too? To break your wings and to try to cage your soul. Your true other is out there somewhere. You must find him. I give you a chance to live without them. When you are finally true to your heart and flame then your wings will be recreated to match. Good luck my daughter. Good luck to you.