Her choices were Hibari and Reborn, she owed her life to someone and she had to pick who she wished to be indebted to. She chose what she believed to be the Lesser Evil, only time will tell if she chose wisely.
Annnnnnddddd this is a sort of trial run if you will, I'm posting the first chapter of a couple of the stories that I have in the works and waiting to see what people think of them, if I get a positive response then I shall continue with the story, if not…meh, I haven't actually decided yet. So anyways, read and review please. ^_^
The Lesser Evil
Chapter 1: She Was An Idiot
====Story Start====
She was curled into herself on the floor of the dim room, eyes closed, a relaxed expression on her pale face, she didn't even appear to be aware of what had gone on just outside of her cell door. She didn't open her eyes to glance at him when he entered, didn't even twitch at his aura of violence, in fact, she didn't seem aware of him at all, until she suddenly spoke. "Who are you?"
He didn't answer her question, instead, he said, "Reborn sent me to save you."
This at least caused her to stir, she lifted her head and glanced at him, eyes a golden-brown that reminded him of a cat. "...Reborn of the Vongola?" He nodded. "In that case... you can get the hell out of here; I refuse to be indebted to one of the Arcobaleno bastards." Her words should've sounded angry but she said everything in monotone so it didn't have the same affect, instead she just sounded tired.
She was exhausted really.
A vein in his forehead pulsed with irritation, he had done this as a favor for the Baby who had promised a challenge, so far there had been nothing but a bunch of weaklings. It had put him in an unpleasant mood and now he had to deal with this. She dropped her head back to the ground, eyes falling closed once more, and rolled over and stretched out on her back, "Just leave."
That did it, no one told him what to do, his tonfa went singing towards her ribs, eager to knock the insolent breath from her lungs. He felt the tingle of contact rush up his arm but his ears were not met with the satisfying sound of metal on flesh, there was no gasp, no cry of pain. In fact, there was no body in front of him at all. His narrowed eyes found her perched on the edge of the bunk she hadn't used, head tilted to the side and a frown on her lips. The faint indigo glow of the pendant that she wore around her neck gave him an idea as to what had happened.
"An illusionist," He hated illusionists, they were always such a pain. "like Mukuro."
Her eyes widened slightly but quickly returned to normal before he could notice, "You know Mukuro-kun?" Again her voice was monotone and again he ignored her question, though his aura became even more deadly. It figured… it figured that she knew Him, wasn't that just his luck? She knew Him and even felt familiar enough to use the suffix –kun, it really was just his luck.
=====About A Week Earlier=====
Canary Black was not happy, not happy in the least. Why? Because, to put it simply, she was an idiot. She knew she should have ignored it when she saw that one boy, Tsunayoshi, getting harassed by a bunch of delinquents, should have kept on walking, but she just couldn't quite do it. So she'd created an illusion of an officer walking by and they'd scattered like the bugs they were at the mere sight.
It was odd, she admitted to herself, odd to see him without his Guardians at his side, perhaps that's why she'd helped, despite knowing what would happen because of it. Although, in her defense, she hadn't exactly expected someone to be waiting on her doorstep for her when she got home a mere five minutes after it happened.
The knowledge that her family was looking so hard for her did not give her the warm fuzzies. She nervously fingered her pendant as she eyed the person waiting for her, wondering if she could defeat him and escape. She forced her face to show no emotion, knowing that such weakness was intolerable, at least when faced with her kin. The illusion she was maintaining dropped, her appearance became more feminine, she was still wearing the boy's school uniform, her average sized chest was still bound, but her face softened, her hips seemed a little wider, her waist more defined.
Small details.
Small details that turned her into a girl before the unwanted visitor's eyes, not that he didn't already see past the illusion, he was her family's equivalent to the Vongola's Mist Guardian after all, her Mist flame was half as powerful as his. "Brother." She had to work so hard to keep her voice monotone, to keep her hate hidden from him. Her emotions only acted as more proof that she was her family's last surviving failure.
"Canary. Father wants you back now, he is quite displeased with you for running away." That statement made her want to laugh so much, made her want to laugh until she cried. She knew it was hysterics that were driving her thoughts now so she separated her thoughts from her emotions; she was still thinking about fighting him. 'This is no good,' she calmed her mind, her body was still numb with dread but her mind was calm, 'I need to focus, no flying by the seat of my pants allowed. What is best for me? What is the safest path for my Soul?'
To her great displeasure that path was going with him, her physical safety was more uncertain but her glowing eyes saw her Soul's safety was in following him.
So she did.
