Summary : A man was killed by another man, because of a ring that people had claimed it came from another world. But then, something extraordinary happened...flames started appearing from the ring. What if the flames engulfed him and brought him to a place that he haven't heard of? Read more to find out! Rated T just in case~
A/N This is a story written by Shasha0420! I, PurpleCielo1117 only helped translated it because she wrote it in Chinese~ Both of us hope you enjoy it!
The title sucks, we know...If you have any suggestions, please tell us!
Disclaimer : We do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, except for the OC!
~Prologue~
~The ring that came from another world~
I started shivering because of the pain coming from my wounds on my body...
Crimson red blood flowed out of my wounds, dyeing the soil red.
My consciousness started fading away due to the excessive blood lost and thus leading to my now blurred vision. It hurts. I can't breathe.
I looked straight at the man that stood in front of me. He's a friend- No. He used to be a friend but now, I view him as an enemy, he doesn't count as a friend...I don't even know his real name. The same goes for him, he doesn't know my real name as well.
We started working together because of a ring that people had claimed it came from another world. And because of that ring, our partnership crumbled as well...
I don't really care where it came from, the only thing I cared was that it's extremely valuable...As long as I can make use of of the legend that it came from another world, those stupid rich merchants will definitely raise the price a few hundred times higher. But it's too bad that the money won't be going into my pocket now. Sigh.
For the motive of getting money, we could do anything. Lying, stealing, killing...The man who killed me was really lucky, he killed me 30 minutes earlier, if it wasn't for this, the person who's lying on the ground now will definitely be him, not me.
Damn! My consciousness' faded even more...I can't stand it anymore...Am I going to die now? Die here?
Well, it isn't that bad, when I was young, my mother left me behind, alone and went on a journey to find her destined one. She left me with a rusty old ring that's not even worth a bit of cash. She said to me that no matter what, I must not lose it and bring it with me anytime. She said it was so that she can recognize me by that ring if we met one day. Ha. How funny. A mother needs to depend on a ring to recognize her own son?
My teen life passed by with me having to lead a vagrant life...But I was chosen by a mafia boss, he brought me to a training center and trained me there. It was hell there. I did nothing but train. In the end, I became strong, very strong. And I killed them, I killed every single one of them and with my own strength, serves them right.
I went on a journey to hunt for treasures; killed targets to earn money...I lived such life until now...And I'm going to die now...How pathetic, a boring and useless life...now ending. Great. Just great.
That man looked down at me. What a bad view this is. He smirked. He smirked at me and said. " 'How pitiful, 'Mr. George'. I'll be keeping this ring for you~ Isn't that nice of me? Thank you for the ring then~" This guy...I really want to bite him to death! Oh, that's right, George isn't my real name. I chose it only because it's artistic, don't you think so~? That man slipped his hand into my cloak's pocket, trying to get the ring. I tried to resist, using the very little strength I have left, I grabbed on the ring tightly. Even if I'm going to die, I won't let him get it so easily, this is my pride. My meaningless pride. He looked at my useless resist, his eye's full of disdain and mocking. Anger engulfed me, with thoughts of never letting him get it, I grabbed on the ring tighter, my nails digging into my flesh. Blood started oozing out but still, I grabbed on it without letting go.
At this time, a miracle occurred right in front of me. There's flames coming out of the ring...A beautiful and bright, white and platinum-coloured flames. I stared at it in awe. Just then the flames surrounded me, I was surprised, scared...that the fire will burn me. I resisted, trying to get rid of the flames around me. But slowly, I calmed down...This flames...are giving me a serene and warm feeling... The flames embraced me and the feeling of nervous, rage, pain...were gone. Just like the feeling of baby, hugged by his mother, I can feel peace. I've forgotten the man that's standing in front of me, forgotten about death...All of my body, including my soul have blended into the flames.
I don't get why...this flames gave me such feelings. I can only feel that I was born together with this flame. The flames blended into my body and soul perfectly without any incompatibility. In fact, I feel the most complete in the flames. My soul...keeps on telling me that this...is the flame that belongs only to me.
The man that was forgotten by me, looked at me shockingly. Staring at me as I slowly disappear along with the flames...Now, the only proof that I was once lying here is the soil that was stained by my blood...
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