Yes, I know. I've been gone for a really long time and have not been updating my stories like I'm supposed to. Sue me for starting another story I might or might not update for another year. I have my own reasons for not updating but I'm pretty sure they'll all just be excuses to you. Anyways, let's get on with this story. This idea has been bothering me for a really long time!
The skies were darkening at an alarming rate. Gray clouds blocked any possible sunlight from peaking out and heavy rain poured, forming puddles on the ground. Even as the thunder roared throughout the sky, a lone man stood still in front of a headstone.
R.I.P
Vongola Decimo:
Sawada Tsunayoshi (19XX-20XX)
It was nice and simple, just how Tsunayoshi liked it. The man scoffed. Of course- Tsunayoshi did always belittle himself. He was also really selfless and put others before himself.
But that was what he liked about the brunet.
Suddenly, an umbrella was placed above the man's head. His eyes narrowed and his body tensed. Was he really that lost in his thoughts that he couldn't sense another person's presence?
"So this is where you are...Hibari"
Hibari knew this voice. He relaxed slightly, though he kept his eyes narrowed.
"Yamamoto Takeshi, what are you doing here?"
"What other reason is there to be here?" Yamamoto replied somberly, looking past the skylark and at the headstone.
No other words were exchanged. Only the fall of the raindrops could be heard between them.
"Where are the others?"
Shock and surprise overcame Yamamoto. His eyes widened slightly. He never expected Hibari to start a conversation with him, especially at a moment like this.
Getting rid of the shock, Yamamoto cleared his throat and said, "Nana is with Iemitsu right now. She's still a bit unstable but Iemitsu is trying his best to comfort her even though he's not in good shape himself. Ryohei and Bianchi are with the girls and the kids trying to cheer them up and I think it's working. They're starting to smile again. Gokudera has finally come out his room, but he does occasionally lock himself in his room and won't let anyone in. As for the others...I don't know where they are."
Several minutes passed with only the sound of the rain, until Yamamoto decided to break the silence.
"H-Hibari," Yamamoto stuttered, feeling uncomfortable about what he was about to say,"I think you should move on."
The swordsman flinched as Hibari glared at him with an aura that could rival Reborn's.
"What did you just say, herbivore?" the skylark said with unconcealed anger.
"I'm not saying that you should forget about Tsuna, but we're all trying our best to move on, and you keep coming back here every single day."
"So are you saying that I should forget about Tsunayoshi just like that?" Hibari gritted his teeth, his voice slowly rising.
"No, but Tsuna wouldn't want you to do this and..." Yamamoto clenched his hands "...it's not your fault-"
Before Yamamoto could finish his sentence, he felt his back hitting the hard pavement. His umbrella landed a few feet away from him and the swordsman could feel the cool water slowly seeping through his suit. As he was getting up, he felt the collar of his shirt being lifted and his brown eyes met a menacing pair of silver.
"What do you know?" Hibari said through gritted teeth. "It was my duty to protect him and I was the closest to him and yet, I couldn't protect him." The last part was whispered but the close proximity between the two men left nothing to be heard.
Scowling, Hibari left a stunned Yamamoto on the cold, wet ground once again. The rain guardian just lay there, staring into the monochromatic sky. With one of his arms covering his face, he let out a bitter laugh.
"Haha, 'what do I know'? You'll be surprised..." Droplets of water collected and slid down his face. Whether it was tears or the rain, he didn't care. All he could feel was the cold, harsh wind against his skin and the empty feeling in his heart as if something was missing.
Or rather someone.
"It's not your fault; it's our fault. We couldn't protect him-" He slammed his fist onto the ground, "-I couldn't protect him."
The unforgiving rain continued pouring, reflecting the rain guardian's once tranquil heart.
"P-please don't kill me! What do you want? Money? Fame? Women? You can have whatever you want; just don't-"
A sickening crunch of bones resounded throughout the room.
Hibari snorted. As if he wanted any of those things. He was the Hibari Kyoya. He had fame and money. Women flocked to him wherever he went.
But none of those things can ever hope to replace him.
The skylark took out his cellphone when it started to ring.
"Hello, Hibari Kyoya. How's the mission?"
"Mission completed."
"Good job. Return and report back to Bya-"
Hibari shut his phone and shoved it back in his pocket. He loathed those Cervello women. He couldn't even stand to listen to them. They worked for Millefiore and that was enough reason to hate them.
But he wasn't much better.
After Tsuna died by Byakuran's hands, the position for Vongola Decimo was left empty. Byakuran would have taken over the position had it not have been the Vongola sky ring's refusal to accept Byakuran as the owner. Destroying it would only cause imbalance in the Tri-Ni-Set. In the end, the ring was taken into custody by Millefiore to never be seen again. The Guardians had refused at first. The ring belonged to Tsunayoshi and no one else. But with the threat of demolition of the Vongola Famiglia once and for all, there was nothing they could do.
Seeing Vongola at its lowest, many got scared and surrendered. Some rebelled but that didn't last long. The Vindice had kept quiet the whole time and nobody knew what they were up to now.
Hibari grunted as he stepped out into the bright sunlight shining upon his face, a huge contrast to the bloody mess inside the mansion.
A loud honk caught the cloud guardian's attention. He looked towards the source of the sound and found a raven haired man waving at him from inside a limo.
"Hey, Hibari!" the baseball player called out with a grin across his face.
"Baseball idiot, why did we stop?"
Hibari frowned. He really didn't feel like being with a bunch of herbivores, especially the dynamite one.
"Herbivores, what are you doing here?"
"Haha, we just came back from a mission, like you. I heard from Irie about your mission and thought we could go back together since you weren't far away from us."
"Tch, this baseball idiot just does whatever he wants," Gokudera hissed out.
"No," Hibari said, walking away from the limo.
"Ehh? Why not? You're going to have to report back to Byakuran-san anyways right?" Yamamoto said.
Gokudera and Hibari stiffened at the marshmallow lover's name. They always tried to avoid saying it since he was the reason why their Sky was missing. However, the baseball player didn't seem to mind it at all. It made Hibari irritated.
With a growl, Hibari strode to the opposite direction where the vehicle was and disappeared into the surrounding trees.
Yamamoto let out an audible sigh which caught Gokudera's attention. Gokudera just shook his head and ordered the driver to continue to their destination.
Irie groaned as he clutched his stomach with his left hand while his right was clasped over a small radio that was transmitting loud rumbling noises.
"Are you okay, Shoichi?" a voice on the other end inquired with a less than concerned tone.
"I-I'm okay...Spanner. I'm just nervous," Irie muttered under his breath.
"If you say so," answered Spanner dully.
"I just hope that everything goes according to the plan..."
"Don't worry. Do all you Japanese people worry over every little thing?"
"This 'thing' we're doing is not little at a- Ughh, my stomach..."
"Anyways, I'm almost at the Vongola Base- at most thirty minutes away."
"Okay, tell me when you have already finished delivering it. And be careful."
"Yeah, yeah. Bye."
Irie sighed as he raked a hand through his auburn colored hair. Despite managing to avoid Byakuran's suspicion and everything going as planned, he had a feeling something bad will happen soon.
He just hoped what they worked so hard for went through without any trouble.
Spanner piloted the helicopter towards the direction of his destination. He hoped the Vongola will not mistake him as an enemy and shoot him down. He and Irie didn't exactly tell the Vongola about the delivery they were making nor did they know what they had in mind. After all, only three people-including Irie and him- were present when they were making the arrangements.
He had a feeling the Guardians would be hysterical after finding out what they were sending them though. Spanner suddenly felt like he was on a suicide mission. He glanced behind at a black coffin secured to the floor of the vehicle with a rope. The coffin had a gold outlining with the Vongola crest in the middle and a 'X' under it.
Yep, they were going to go bat-shit crazy on him, especially that Cloud Guardian.
Oh well, he'll just blame it on Irie. The blonde took out a spanner-shaped lollipop from his pocket. However, he didn't get to unwrap it when a beep from the helicopter's GPS caught his attention.
The engineer furrowed his eyebrows at the appearance of a small symbol in the shape of a flame on the screen.
Why is it picking up readings of flames in the middle of the sky?
Suddenly, the screen exploded and the arrows in the gauges started spinning uncontrollably like a fast-forwarded clock.
Panic spread throughout Spanner as the wing of the helicopter broke off for unknown reasons. The controls of the vehicle had long stopped working and smoke had started to erupt from the unstable transportation.
What's going on? Why is it-
Spanner abandoned his thoughts when he noticed something indigo outside.
Mist flames? What are they doing here?!
Small balls of mist flames launched themselves at the helicopter, hitting several parts.
Shit, if it hits the fuel tank-
He reacted on impulse. He grabbed his parachute and strapped it around his chest hurriedly. Without hesitation, he threw himself off the falling chopper.
Just as he fell, the helicopter exploded, sending debris down the blue sky. Spanner breathed a sigh of relief when he activated his parachute. It was going to take quite some time to get down too.
Irie's going to have a heart attack when he hears about this.
"..."
"Hello? Shoichi, you there?"
"Please tell me you're joking."
"Unfortunately, no."
Irie leaned against the wall of his office as he once again clutched his stomach.
"What do you mean it exploded?! What about the coffin- what happened to that?!" Irie shrieked towards the radio.
"I was under attack-"
"By who?!" Irie shouted, almost hyperventilating.
"Shoichi, calm down and breathe."
Irie knew he was panicking so he followed his friend's advice. It took a few minutes until he was breathing normally but his heart was still pounding and his stomach was doing flip-flops.
"O-okay, I'm good."
"Okay, so to answer your question, I don't know who attacked me. All I know is that it was a mist flame user. As for the coffin, it disappeared. I searched the perimeters of where the helicopter and I landed but not a trace of it was found."
"Co-could it have been-"
"No, there's no way. If it had exploded, there would be splinters and debris from the coffin...and there's no body to be found."
Irie frowned at their predicament. Spanner was under attack by someone unknown and it just so happened that he was nowhere to be found. Then it must mean they were after the coffin the whole time. Irie squeezed his temples as he started to feel the frustration and failure. That was the most important part of the plan! Without him, the whole plan they've worked on was useless!
Shoichi, think, think, think-
"Irie-sama-"
"What?!" Irie yelled out in frustration. Looking at the slightly opened door, Irie registered a Cervello standing next to the door.
Despite Irie's shout, the Cervello seemed unfazed. Of course, all the Cervello seemed to never show any expression. Embarrassed, Irie scratched his head and said, "Sorry, what were you going to say?"
"Byakuran-sama wants to see you," the woman replied monotonously.
"Umm, okay, I'll be there soon. There's no need to escort me." The pink haired woman nodded and bowed. Within a few seconds, she was gone.
"Wow, I didn't know you could raise your voice like that."
The redhead looked at the radio in his hand and let out a loud groan.
"We'll figure things out later. For now, I'll just send someone to fetch you."
"Sure. See you later."
"See you."
Setting the radio down, Irie suddenly felt the urge to introduce his face to the desk, but he resisted. He had a boss to meet.
Knock, knock.
"Come in!"
Irie went in his boss's room. Sitting behind a desk was Byakuran, leader of the Millefiore. He was leaning against his seat, holding a back of marshmallows close to his chest. His eyes were closed and his mouth was always set to a constant smile. It reminded the redhead of a fox and it set him on edge.
Irie bowed and steadily asked, "Byakuran-sama, what is it that you need?"
"Ah, Sho-chan! I've already told you to drop the formalities!"
"No, Byakuran-sama is Byakuran-sama," Irie stubbornly refuted.
"Stingy! But that's just like Sho-chan to say that." The holder of the Mare Ring grabbed a handful of marshmallows and proceeded to stuff his face with it.
"Anyways, I called you here to see how you were doing."
"How I am doing?"
"Yeah because you seem to be quite busy nowadays. You're always doing something in your office and I've been seeing you around less and le- Ahh, you can't be doing something behind my back right?"
"Of course not, Byakuran-sama. I'm just busy taking care of paperwork and making sure everyone is following orders," Irie calmly responded, trying not to show his nervousness.
"You're as hardworking as always, Sho-chan! We need more people like you. It's a relief to know someone like you is my friend. If someone were to go against me, you'll get rid of them...right?" At this silence overtook the room. Irie gulped.
Does he know?
Even with his eyes closed, it almost seemed like the white haired man was staring right through him, as if he knew.
"Of course, Byakuran-sama." If possible, Byakuran's smile widened.
"Good. That's all I wanted to know. You can go now." Irie gladly excused himself, leaving Byakuran to continue eating his sugary treat.
Once the door was closed, the Millefiore boss opened his eyes, showing his amethyst eyes. Turning to the window wall behind him, he watched the scene below him.
It was kind of fun to see Shoichi go behind his back. It was easy to see the telltale signs. He had a general idea of what Shoichi and his blonde friend was planning. The Millefiore leader narrowed his eyes- it won't be long before he puts a stop to whatever those two were planning. He was just this close to taking over and disrupting the monotony of the world. He can't let them go on anymore. It won't be long before he had to brand Shoichi and Spanner as traitors and get rid of them.
But first, he had a pesky rat to remove. It's been sneaking around the base for three days. It's about time it left. What's been bothering the white haired man was he didn't know what the infiltrator wanted.
He'll make sure to get his answers next time.
It was a great day. The skies were a deep blue and the sun was radiating brightly with a few clouds in the sky. A redhead stepped out of a huge mansion where he lived with several others. He had on a white collared button-up shirt and he wore black slacks with black shoes. The fiery red tattoo on the right side of his face accentuated the man's red hair and eyes.
The man let himself loosen up and he quirked his lips upward. His boss has been doing his paperwork obediently so far without any complaints -read: death threats-and there has been only one fight between the members of the household. Usually, there would be more but the absence of certain members of the Familgia had made for a peaceful morning.
As he proceeded to go on with his daily routine, starting with a walk around the garden, he decided that there would be nothing that could ruin his day... That was until he tripped.
"Woah!" Before he could fall face flat on the ground, the redhead managed to land and escape with only two slightly scraped knees and a palm. Getting to a standing position and brushing off the dirt on his newly washed clothes, he looked -glared- around for the source of his almost face-plant.
The man faced the ground, expecting a raised ledge on the ground or maybe a guard who had fallen asleep while on watch duty but instead he found-
A coffin?
And there we go. I hope you liked it. I haven't been writing for a really long time so I think I might have fastened the pace of this story. Tell me if the pace was too fast or what you just read was confusing. And yes, I've noticed that the mood of the story keeps changing. Do you guys think I should fix that?
I'll see you guys next time.