"Tsuna." something whispered. Tsuna slammed his head upright, causing it to hit the back of his chair. He rubbed the sore spot and grumbled. A ruler was smacked down on his desk with anger. Mr. Nezu was glaring down at him with daggers in his eyes. He slid a test down and then sneered.
"Fifty seven keep trying." Nezu growled, barring his teeth. He clicked his tongue against his teeth. Nezu sauntered down the aisle, passing papers as he went, a grin on his face. A loud popping noise echoed through the air and the door to Nezu's room fell down in a puff of dust. Drywall floated down in snow like chunks and a girl walked in. Giant, clomping, combat boots with spikes jutting out the back and toe appeared. They traveled up to the Child's thigh and then stopped abruptly. Olive green cargo shorts were slung with little care about her waist. A dark grey wife beater tank-top hung on her shoulders limply. Brightly colored bands and bracelets rippled from her elbow down to her wrist where a pair of dastardly looking gloves were placed with care. They hand spikes on each knuckle and what looked to be retractable ones on her palm. A chunk of a chocolate bar dangled from her lip and she saluted. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and two curly tendrils hung in her face which was slightly rounded.
"Pft, doors." she cackled, chomping down on the candy. Nezu's mouth hung open and he pointed at the door, speechless. "Yes, yes. It's called a duhoar! You can open it and close it but entrances are more dramatic when you kick one in."
"how? Who? What?" he spat.
"All your missing is where and why my friend. On your way to becoming a detective?" she taunted. The girl pulled open one of her pockets and candy spilt out onto the floor. Gumballs, chocolate, gummy worms, licorice ropes, skittles, sour gummies, sprees, and raisins poured out onto the floor. She sighed and then dropped to her knees, plucking up each piece and shoving them inside her pocket. Hayato grabbed a gumball and threw it at her.
"Dropped that." he mumbled. The girl spun around and caught the candy ball on her hand. With a cocky grin she popped it in her mouth.
"Thanks, kid. Or should I say, smoking bomb?" she cackled. Hayato went pale and he sat down abruptly. How could she know his nickname? Yet he had no idea who she was. Nezu's was still puzzling over the broken door.
"No food or drink in class!" he screeched, tugging on his hair.
"Oh well in that case," she rolled her eyes and pulled out two sodas. She popped them both open on her teeth and spat them at Nezu. "Who wants it?" the class remained silent. The girl chugged her bottle and then cracked it on a desk nearby.
"I'll take it." Hayato interjected with a shrug.
"And here we have the ballsiest boy in the class! Welcome," she tossed the bottle at him. Hayato caught it without spilling a drop and then sat down. "To the club."
"I'm calling the principal!" Nezu cried. He stamped his foot on the ground in anger.
"Don't lose your head old man. I'm a new student from Venice. Katrina, Katrina Castorini. But you can all call me Kat. Kat candy." she winked. Katrina bit a chunk of the glass off and then spat it out near the door.
"Well, Katrina, you had better take a seat." Nezu snarled.
"Okie dokie then." she shrugged. Katrina kicked all the stuff off Nezu's desk and then sat in his chair. The teacher, outraged, stormed out of his room and directly to the principal's office.
"Tightwad isn't he?" Katrina asked. The class nodded ecstatically in reply. Katrina carefully began to clean the room up, putting papers back on the desk and sweeping away bits of drywall and broken glass. She quickly pulled two bolts from her pocket and then picked the door up. Katrina set it back on its hinges and speedily pounded the nails back in. Once the room was again spotless, she took a seat behind Hayato.
"What's going on in here?" the principal burst through the door. Nezu charged in as well and then gasped. The room was clean and tidy as it had ever been.
"Nezu, what's going on here?" the principal glared.
"I-I... It was so... I... She... Kat... Bottle... Candy..." Nezu muttered.
"I think I'd better go. Do not call me in here again if nothing is wrong. Okay? Okay." the suited man rolled his eyes and marched out. As soon as he was out of hearing distance Katrina began cackling.
"Rule on of life," she stood up with a grin. "Always, always, always, make sure your projects can be executed as well as they can be reversed. I took the bolts off the door while you were passing out tests and you had a broom in the back of the classroom. My plan was so simple. I kicked down the door with just a light tap, broke the bottle, threw a fit, and cleaned all the evidence away while you looked for you're oh so precious principal. New flash bitch!" Katrina paused and held her hand out. Large spikes extended from the palms and she slammed them down on her desk. "Kat is here to stay! And I will topple this school with my iron fists! Who is with me?" she shouted. Students threw their desks to the ground and then cheered with her.
"KAT! KAT! KAT! KAT!" they screeched. Hayato lifted her up on his shoulders and she clapped her hands in rhythm with the shouts.
"SO LET US BRING THE UPRISING LIKE A SHOWER OF SWEET CHOCOLATE PEANUT BUTTER COVERED NERDS FILLED WITH LICORICE!" Katrina yelled.
"YEAH!" the kids stamped their feet. Someone rapped on the door and Katrina kicked herself off Hayato.
"BACK IN YOUR SEATS NOW!" she ordered. The kids followed her orders to the word and obediently flipped over and sat down in their desks. The principal waltzed in and raised an eyebrow.
"Everything okay in here?" he asked.
"Fine thank you, I'm really getting to know the other students well." Katrina lied.
"Oh... Continue teaching then, Nezu." the principal shrugged, shutting the door. Immediately, the students resumed their shenanigans. Katrina screamed and led the students as they waved their hands in the air. The final school bell rang and the children charged out, still screaming Kat. Katrina flipped Nezu off as she scurried away, winking. The girl came to an abrupt stop outside where there was a wall of high scholars bustling about. Katrina, who had never liked crowded areas, shrunk in her place. A few patted her on the back or punched her arm supportively as she huddled. Katrina tried to weave her way through the crowd, hoping not to kick or hit anyone with her boots. She escaped, just barely, by heaving herself out the window. Katrina fell head first onto Hayato.
"GAH!" he screeched. Katrina held her head which now had a gash above her left eyebrow and winced.
"Sorry..." she muttered, clutching her forehead.
"How did you even?" he rubbed his shoulder. Katrina laughed with a knowing smile and then pointed upwards.
"I don't like crowds, I jumped out the window." she giggled.
"Is your head okay?" Hayato asked, brushing gravel off his pants.
"I think... It should be. I'm just worried about my candy..." she remarked. Katrina shoved her hand in her pocket and pulled out a handful of colorful sweets. She smiled, happy to know her candy was safe, and then nodded. "I'm fine."
"so..." Hayato paused to light a cigarette. "How'd you know who I was?"
"well," Katrina gnawed on a licorice whip. "I know the Vongola family really well. So naturally, when I heard about Tsuna being trained and Reborn being here, I had to come. I know you because you wanted to come over as well. Plus, I've always been good with getting my paws on information. What I'm surprised about is that you don't know me. Or of me at least." she replied.
"Never heard of a Katrina Castorini before." Hayato said. He puffed a plume of smoke out his mouth coolly.
"How about a Kat Candy? Or a Boom Box?" Katrina winked. Hayato suddenly stopped and then let his mouth gape.
"Kat Candy? You're Kat Candy?" he asked, seeming somewhat repulsed. Katrina nodded happily and with vigor.
"Yep! Kat Candy right here! I missed you smoking bomb! I am very surprised you didn't recognize me! Here," she pulled her hair out of the tie it was in. Clumps of curly brown hair fell to her shoulders, cupping her face somewhat angelically. "That better?"
"I can't believe it's you!" he cried, smiling widely.
"I can believe it's you!" Katrina grinned. She held her arms out and then embraced Hayato.
"It's been so long." he mused. Katrina nodded, taking a deep breath. She sniffed in the scent of smoke and gunpowder. He smelt just like he had back in Italy.
"I missed you smoking bomb! Remember those missions we used to do together? You'd distract them and I'd come in with my sweets and guns. We rose so much Hell back then..." she trailed off dreamily. Hayato smiled to himself, enjoying the comfort of the old friend. Back in Italy, he and Katrina had worked together on numerous missions. They'd raided ware houses and taken down targets and so much more. Katrina had never belonged to a specific mob but her father's best friend had made weapons for the Vongola's. Katrina's main mentor had been Reborn but Hayato had also helped a considerable amount.
"We did..." he mumbled. Fond memories of gunfire, bullets, blood, and gore went rushing back to them both. They had been like Bonnie and Clyde minus being romantic partners and dying.
"Will you take me to Tsuna please? I really ought to work something out with Reborn and him. Because for right now, I'm using a fake address and I'm living in an abandon wear house. However, I am making a bit of money selling my wares. Why just yesterday I sold a pair of my famous spike gloves. Just not as cool as these. I modified them! Check it out!" Katrina released Hayato and held up her hands. "If I flex them the palm blade comes but if I click this on, they only come out when I press this!" she indicated to different parts of the complex gloves.
"Sure, but don't get your hopes up too high for being let into the family. It's hard stuff." Hayato said, staring at her giant spiked boots.
"Oh! Can I stop by my base real quick to grab something? I can show you around too! And on the way we can catch up!" she bounced up and down on her feet, obviously experiencing a sugar rush. The main problem with Katrina was that more than half the time, she was sugar high. This meant she was bouncing off walls and sprinting around rooms without a whole lot of thought. She grabbed Hayato's arm and took off in the other direction.
He stumbled along after her as she sprinted, tripping over rocks and nearly running into a bicycle.
"It's only a wee bit farther so hold on tight!" she cackled. Katrina ripped on his arm and tugged him along quickly. The two shot passed a young girl on a bicycle. She was wearing a large helmet and goggles and tossed something at the two. A can of soda clattered to the ground behind them. Katrina's eyes widened and she stopped abruptly. She dropped to all fours, an odd pose for her, and then began running again but this time she was at least twice as fast. Hayato groaned to himself and then ran after her. He made it to a small corner and then keeled over, out of breath and sick. He leaned against the tree trunk behind him and moaned, clutching his stomach. Katrina stuck her head out of the tree and leaned down to him. Hayato opened his eyes and then fell, startled.
"God..." he growled."Don't do that..."
"fine, fine... Come on, I can take a leisurely stroll to my base now. If that is what you wish." she rolled her eyes. Hayato nodded weakly, stomach in turmoil. Katrina reached down a hand for him and smiled. Hayato grabbed her wrist, making sure not to get anywhere near the palm of her hand. Katrina paid little heed to Hayato's wish to walk slowly and started dragging him along again.
"Here we are!" she sang. Katrina slammed her foot down on a piece of scrap metal and the fence swung open. "Now, I'm going to have to walk you through this okay?"
"through what?" Hayato asked, still out of breath.
"My extra security." she winked. Katrina cracked her knuckles and then stretched out her arms. She reached into one of her pockets and pulled out an energy drink. It was at least the size of a fat man's lower arm and she cracked it open. Katrina drank most of it and then handed the remains to Hayato. "You'll need this, drink up."
"for what?" he cried. Katrina tied her hair back again and then cackled.
"For this!" she shouted. Katrina sprung into action. She kicked herself off a fence and then zig zagged before flipping twice. Katrina jumped up onto her hands and flexed her hands so the spikes stuck out. A large chasm appeared and she dove into it. Katrina dodged flying axe blades and tranquilizer darts before sliding across the rocky floor. She pressed a small red button with her toe blade and then stood up. The chasm began to close and Katrina clawed her way out of it. Hayato stood speechless, can still in his hand.
"Extra security my ass! That's awesome!" he said. Hayato moved forward to give her a high five.
"HAYATO NO!" Katrina shrieked. But she was too late, one of his feet clicked down on a pressure plate. Katrina pounded her way over and she dove into him. A group of darts just barely missed her head. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him away. A plume of smoke exploded and the sound of gunfire and things popping clouded the air.
"FUCK!" Hayato shouted.
"I should be the one screaming that!" Katrina growled. "DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO SET ALL THAT UP?"
"eh heh... Sorry..." Hayato rubbed his white hair.
"Sorry doesn't cut it! That took me three days of straight working! See these bags?" she slammed her head into Hayato's. "I was up three nights with no sleep!"
"I didn't mean to..." Hayato trailed off.
"Sometimes, I really hate you." she said blatantly.
"Sometimes I really hate YOU." Hayato shrugged.
"Get up, let's go." Katrina ordered. She held out a hand again but Hayato didn't take it.
"Alright, show me this oh so interesting wear house of yours." he murmured. Katrina huffed a few curses under her breath and then led him through a mine field of booby traps.
Katrina kicked the door open and then strode in.
"behold my humble abode!" she spread her arms out. Katrina flicked the lights on, revealing a huge arsenal. RPGs sat in corners, crates of bullets and grenades lay in the center of the ware house, guns were stacked away carefully, and a huge array of knives was displayed on the wall. Hayato stared at the glorious set up.
"this is a-a-amazing..." he stuttered.
"The humble life of an arms dealer." she mused, toying with an Uzi. Katrina whipped the gun around and aimed it at Hayato. "BOOM. Ha-ha... Sadly, I'm a terrible shot. Otherwise I'd be pretty damn trigger happy!"
"BOOM." Hayato mocked, tossing a stick of lit dynamite at her. Katrina set the gun down carefully and then plucked the stick off the ground. She licked her fingers and then ripped the fuse out.
"DOUBLE BOOM." she clapped. Katrina reached in her baggy shorts and pulled out two gumballs. She threw them both at Hayato and then cackled. "Those are smoke bombs due to explode the second they touch the ground. Oh and they're filled with a special, special, treat." Katrina winked and they clomped in the other direction. Hayato scrambled for the candies, palms outstretched. He grabbed them both and threw them at Katrina who didn't even have to turn around to catch them. She popped both in her mouth and then fell to the ground. Hayato ran over immediately.
"Shit, you okay?" he asked, shaking her. Katrina started seizing and flailing around. Hayato started panicking instantly.
"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY?" He pulled out his phone and began to dial 9-1-1.
"GOT YOU!" she screeched. Katrina flipped herself off the floor and then poked him in the nose. "If you look up gullible in the dictionary there's a picture of you!" she jabbed him in the stomach and cackled.
"Hey! No fair you started shaking around like that and I thought you'd committed suicide or something..." he grumbled. Katrina continued to poke him and laugh. Hayato grabbed her wrist with a dirty glare. Katrina head-butted him and he released her. Blood dribbled down her face and landed on her eyelashes.
"No one wins with a head butt... You have a tissue?" she held her hand out.
"Don't you have one in one of your pockets? If not just use your shirt." Hayato suggested.
"No and no." Katrina grumbled.
"Why no to the second? Don't want a blood stain on your shirt?" he taunted.
"I don't want to flash you! That's why dumbass. Thought you had perfect grades. Where's that now, huh?" she snapped.
"I thought you didn't care about me. Where's that now huh?" Hayato snarled. Katrina sent an obscene gesture at him and then stalked over to a wooden box.
"What's that?" Hayato asked, approaching her. Katrina blew some grey dust off the box and then smiled.
"My entire life." she grinned.
"You have a life? News to me." Hayato retorted. Katrina Luther hands on his face softly and stared into his eyes. She leaned forward just barely and then cocked her head slightly.
"DON'T MAKE ME EXTEND THESE HAND SPIKES! I WILL EXTEND THESE GOD DAMNED HAND SPIKES! TAKE IT BACK!" she barked.
"Okay okay! I take it back! You have a life!" Hayato cried.
"Good. Anyway... This box contains everything I've worked on since I learned how to make weapons." she mused, sitting down in a metal chair. The box was decent sized but somewhat smaller than what Hayato had imagined. Katrina smiled serenely, opening the box. Inside were five, extremely well made, weapons. The first was a knife with a dragon's tail for the handle. The second, a pistol with vines creeping about on it. The third was a machete had 'Vongola Famiglia' engraved on it. The fourth was a set of seven throwing knives, each with a letter of Vongola on it. And the fifth was a set of two pistols. Each pistol had 'famiglia' written on it out of elegantly curving vines. Leaves budded out of the vines and in the center was a rose. It had a gentle sway and seemed to be floating in the wind. Tiny dew drops danced on the petals and in the very center, 'K.C.' was inscribed in cursive. Katrina ran her hands over the weapons and then pulled out the two pistols.
"I've been working on these for my entire life. This, right here, is my attempt to be allowed into the family. It's like a peace offering but, not peaceful. At all."
"you're just... Giving them away?" Hayato said, awestruck.
"Yes, because, if he accepts them and becomes the head of the Vongola's, I have an instant in. I'm already a hitman for them, but if he likes these, I'll be their full on arms dealer! That'd be the highest amount of honor I could hold! I might just die... You see, my dad was an absentee. He was constantly drinking and out on the town. When he wasn't, though, he beat me and such. Remember, way way back, when I'd come to work all teary eyed and red faced. Then you'd ask me what was wrong and I'd never answer. That's what was wrong. He abused me, constantly. But it made me all the stronger and all the better. He told me day after day I'd never be a hitman and I'd never be able to make weapons. But I proved him wrong. I killed him with these," she pointed to her gloves. "In the middle of the night. He'd become a nuisance and he'd do things that went against mafia code. The Vongola's told me I couldn't continue with them unless I exterminated him. I spent a few late nights with the main Vongola arms dealer and he took me in. He made me my gloves and acted more like a father than my biological father ever had. So, on a dark and stormy night, I killed him. I punched him in the throat repeatedly with these and then I stabbed him in the heart. Then, I dug his grave and buried him six feet under. On his grave I left forty seven jelly beans. The exact number of years he had lived. And that was the beginning of the end. I met you, seemingly for the first time though you and I had been somewhat friends, and beat you and then you became my best friend. Like a brother but twenty times better. I didn't have a brother and you'd lost your sister, so we were cut from the same cloth. Rebellious, mean, cold hearted. But at the same time, we were respectful, loving, kind, and sensitive. We both brought the best of each other out..." she trailed off.
"You never beat me!" Hayato scoffed.
"Oh really? Pull up your shirt." she grinned, eyes narrowed.
"No." Hayato protested.
"Pull it up!" Katrina cackled.
"No!" he cried, stepping back.
"Pull it up!" she hissed, moving closer.
"No!" Hayato jumped backwards.
"UP!" Katrina snapped.
"Fine..." he sneered, giving in. Hayato pulled up his shirt, revealing row after row of dynamite. Katrina pulled the explosives off him and then pointed at his stomach. Eight circular marks on each of his sides were blatantly scarred into his flesh. Katrina held up her gloves and then pointed them towards each mark.
"Didn't beat you my ass! Remember!" she pushed his shirt up even more, showing more of the circular marks all over his chest. "You passed out from loss of blood!"
"did not!" he snarled, pushing her away.
"Did too!" she taunted. Hayato backed her up against one of the warehouses thick metal walls and then pulled part of her shirt up. Burn marks singed her stomach, making it obvious that Hayato had scarred her as well.
"Ha!" he said, pointing.
"That is sexual harassment and I will not have it!" Katrina screeched.
"Is not-" Hayato began.
"IS TOO!" she interrupted loudly.
"Haven't you ever heard the saying it's not rape if you like it?" Hayato cackled.
"I need to buy you a book of proverbs or something because this makeshift crap has got to go." Katrina dusted herself off. She grabbed the two pistols and placed them carefully in the pockets of her saggy cargo pants. She closed the box up and then Hayato's necklaces.
"Ah let go!" he slapped at her forearms.
"Come on, let's go find Reborn and Tsuna." she dragged him along.
After a good deal of struggling, the two made it to Tsuna's house.
"So where have you been staying?" Katrina inquired, gripping a windowsill.
"Nowhere, I've been sleeping out in the open with my suitcase for the past few days." he grumbled.
"That's hardly right! My somewhat brother, I have an extra cot lying around in my little slice of heaven... Join me! You can watch me deal things to the gangsters around here. You can help reel in potential customers!" she piped. Katrina ripped the window open and clawed her way inside.
"I'm not saying no, but I'm not saying yes." Hayato followed clumsily, as climbing was not one of his strong suits.
"REBORN! TSUNA! YOU HERE?" she screamed. Reborn was playing happily with a flamethrower and looked up. Tsuna was fast asleep on his bed, drooling slightly.
"Ciaossu! Hello, Kat Candy." Reborn smiled.
"Ciao! I missed you sweetie!" Katrina cried. She swung the child up in her arms and planted a large kiss on his cheek.
"Sweetie?" Hayato raised an eyebrow.
"We used to date. And we never really ended the relationship so we are, in a sense, still together. However, I left for here and that was pretty much the end of it." Reborn replied coolly.
"He knows his way around a woman I'll tell you that. I've never met a smoother guy. Especially not Hayato..." Katrina remarked blankly.
"I'm pretty smooth!" Hayato protested.
"Oh really? News to me." she smirked. Hayato growled at her and then barred his teeth.
"So why have you come, Katrina?" Reborn asked.
"I have come to join the Vongola family. As an arms dealer. I have brought a piece offering to show my skill." she set the child down and then padded over to Tsuna.
"You want to join the family? It would be smart for 10th to be in direct relation with an arms dealer and weapon provider. Every mafia has one after all. I accept this; however, I would like to see this peace offering." Reborn retorted.
"As you wish." Katrina bowed slightly and reached in her pocket. She pulled out the two guns and handed them to Reborn. The boy ran his hands over them carefully and nodded.
"Impeccable craftsmanship. But do they shoot?" he asked. Katrina nodded and motioned for him to try. Reborn stepped up to the window and shot a few times.
"Good, very good in fact. Welcome to the Vongola family. Let us tell Tsuna."
"TSUNA! WAKE UP FAT ASS!" Katrina shouted. She shook the boy with all her might and then pulled back. Tsuna, extremely startled, pulled backwards and slammed his head on the head board of his bed.
"You're that crazy girl from Nezu's class! Why are you here?" he shrieked. Hayato waved with a smile from behind her.
"Yo 10th. Meet my friend Katrina." he grinned. Katrina waved as well and then pulled her arms around Hayato's neck.
"He's my bestie! My favorite hitman aside from Reborn. We grew up together." she nodded.
"Reborn! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Tsuna screeched.
"Meet Katrina Castorini also known as, Kat Candy. She's a blades and weapons specialist and an arms dealer. Kat worked for the Vongola family alongside our main arms dealer, Gianni. He trained her but she has more skill than him at making weapons. She always follows the instructions down to the letter and never makes her own modifications. Katrina is also better at selling weapons and finding clients than him. She has many different ways of convincing men to buy her wears. Some of which are considered unholy and bad. To conclude, she has joined the family." Reborn yawned.
"Aww! You do love me! Thanks for the introduction but I can take it from here. BEHOLD!" she whipped out the dual pistols. "The greatest and best made pistols you'll ever experience. Deadly silent and insanely accurate. You could kill someone miles away with this baby. Blow their heads clean off. Forty four calibers with an elegant design that is personalized for the Vongola family! I've spent my life on this-"
"not much of a life..." Hayato smirked back.
"I've spent most of my amazing AND," she kneed Hayato in the groin. "Useful life making these. Along with others. This is my peace offering to be accepted into your family. Of course, Reborn has already accepted me so... I'm going to follow you around at school and stalk you obsessively. Just kidding! I'm just going to be in your family... And follow you around."
"yes, you need to learn to establish connections with those who could benefit you potentially as a mafia boss. Hence her being and arms dealer. Every mafia boss knows at least one good dealer and she's also a hitman. Which is an added bonus. If you create a good enough bond with her, she may give you discounts or possibly even free samples." Reborn noted. Tsuna stared at the expectant Katrina who was holding the guns out for him.
"Eh... No thanks..." he inched backwards under his covers. Katrina immediately narrowed her eyes.
"No, thanks?" she hissed. "Reborn you didn't tell me the 10th was a pussy."
"I'm not a-" Tsuna protested.
"Then try the guns. Show me you can actually fire one. Otherwise..." she trailed off.
"It would be wise to take advantage of this. Arms dealers can be finicky when their entire life is turned down." Reborn suggested. Tsuna groaned to himself, head aching.
"w-why doesn't Hayato try it?" he asked, stuttering.
"Is 10th wants me to..." Hayato clawed at the guns, itching to shoot them. "I suppose I could try."
"you aren't the 10th, are you? You're not the heir to the Vongola throne, are you? You're not going to employ me and pay me to sell you guns, are you?" she hissed. "Tsuna must do it or I'll make sure no one, NO ONE, sells him any weaponry."
"Hayato, why don't you show her out?" Tsuna begged.
"Um... Well... 10th, she could be useful to us. I'd hate to see you not rule over the mafia well. Arms dealers are needed so..." Hayato trailed off. "Sorry..."
"try. The. Pistols." Katrina growled. She climbed on top of Tsuna and pressed the gun into his head.
"It may be a wise decision to try the guns, Tsuna." Reborn shrugged. Tsuna gulped and then nodded, face pale.
"Good! I'm glad we could come to a decision! You should notice these are perfectly balanced and of the highest quality material. The engraving was especially hard to do and you'll notice that family is written on the handle. I chose to write that because it's really an ideal and moral of all Italians and mafias. Family is important whether you consider your friends your family or your real family your family. Personally, I consider Hayato and Gianni my family. They've always stuck by me and I love them. I'm sure family is an ideal you support as well. Anyway, try the new gun please. It's specially made to be quoted than other pistols, my personal twist on it. Just fire it anywhere!" Katrina chimed. Tsuna smacked his forehead and pulled the guns into his own hands. He mumbled under his breath and climbed out of bed. Tsuna crawled over to the window and then peeked around. No one was out and the boy carelessly shot at the street below.
"Wonderful, great!" he lied, putting the guns in a drawer under some clothes. "Really fabulous job."
"I'm not going to fall for that... Well, thanks for trying them anyway. You are family now and as long as you don't betray me, I will remain loyal. Come on then Hayato! Let's get back to the base." Katrina bowed to Tsuna.
"Good bye Tsuna." Hayato waved a cigarette still in his mouth.
"Bye Reborn!" Katrina kissed him on the cheek and then waved cutely. "Heart you!"
"geh let's go..." Hayato grabbed Katrina's arm and dragged her out the window. The two stalked their way back to the warehouse in the dusky light.
"Any dynamite in these?" Hayato prodded a few crates.
"Just a lot of candy," Katrina gnawed on candy cane. "And some grenades and some moonshine and some assorted guns. Mainly candy and booze. I don't have a one track mind, if you know what I mean."
"of course, I see. Got any cigs?" Hayato asked.
"Got something way better!" Katrina uncrossed her legs and set down a magazine. She walked over to a rusted file cabinet and grabbed the handle. Katrina jerked the case open and pulled out a few boxes. "Over here Hayato! Alright I have Italian cigarettes, Italian cigars, and a special, special, treat... Authentic high quality Cuban cigars. The real crap, not that disgusting fake knock off shit. Want one?"
"hell yes..." Hayato outstretched his fingers.
"Oh, you think it's going to be just that easy?" Katrina smirked.
"I was hoping but with you, no." he grumbled.
"All right! If you want the cigar, then grab it. Only one rule, no weapons cam is used. Just speed and determination." she grinned.
"Game on. I can take you." Hayato narrowed his eyes.
"Three, two... ONE!" she shouted. Katrina jumped out of the metal chair and bounded away. She jumped up onto a stack of crates, box in her arms. Expecting to see Hayato stumbling after her, no one was there. "H-Hayato?" she called. There was no answer. Something grabbed her neck in a choke hold.
"Right here, Kat." he whispered. "Getting rusty?"
"not," she elbowed him in the groin and then slipped away. "In the slightest. I keep myself," she bounced off a wall. "In top condition." Katrina flipped in mid air. "So that, if, I need to," she cart wheeled around crates and guns. "I can," Katrina ran straight up a wall and jumped off it so she landed right next to Hayato. "Kick ass."
"oh really?" Hayato raised an eyebrow. "I don't need to be psychically fit to kick ass."
"but you need to be to get your precious cigars! Come on boy! Come get the treat boy!" Katrina taunted. She waved the box in front of him and then back flipped off the side of the box.
"I'm not a god damn dog!" he shouted. Hayato made and angry grab for the slippery girl.
"Pretty sure you're a goddamn one." Katrina narrowed her eyes. She expertly clawed up a wall and then peered back at Hayato. Her eyes, bright green, shone in the dim ware house and stared at the boy. They reminded Hayato of a hungry panther, trying to snatch up its next meal. Panthers had always been Hayato's favorite animals, black like smoke and powerful like the explosives said smoke came from. Panthers were also fast which was one of Katrina's main skills.
"I know," he gripped the uneven places where the metal had been riveted together and climbed after her. "I'm going to hell. The question is, am I going today or tomorrow?"
"you know what's always been a dream of mine?" Katrina interjected, swinging from an old lamp.
"What?" Hayato asked, following close behind her.
"Well, I have two. The first is to rule the world. But the second is to live forever. Be immortal. That way, I'd continue killing forever. I could deal to so many people and set up operations in every major city from here to Los Angeles. I'd be so rich I could buy the entire world. What would you call the world if you owned it?" she flipped about, ripping the top off a crate.
"I'd name it Hayato's playground. You?" he replied.
"Maybe Pandora's box or Katland." she shrugged. "I wouldn't be all that picky. Would you if you were the dictator of every human? I never consider myself human. You?"
"well," Hayato grabbed her shirt. Katrina fell backwards but rolled out of the fall with ease and jumped onto the wall. "Somewhat. Just not completely human."
"Oh, I see. I don't consider myself human because I don't feel a whole lot of guilt or resentment. God this just got deep. But anyway," she pulled a chocolate bar out of her pocket and ate the entire thing. Katrina balled the wrapper up and threw it at Hayato. The wrapper hit him in the middle of his forehead and he growled.
"FOUL!" he snapped. "You said no weapons that classifies as a weapon! You could kill someone with it, I get the cigars." Hayato climbed up to her.
"Geh... I hate it when you're right about the rules of games I've made up. Here, take 'em I don't smoke." Katrina threw the box at Hayato. He reached out to grab them but lost his footing and fell on the ground. Katrina let out a loud boisterous laugh and jumped down. She extended a hand for him and yanked him upright. "REVENGE IS MINE!"
"I fell that was my own doing not yours. You didn't get revenge for anything." Hayato rolled his eyes.
"Ha! I just made you admit it was your fault for slipping and falling! Revenge IS mine!" she smirked.
"I just want you to know you fill me with a rage that cannot be described by human words." he sneered. Hayato ripped the box open and inhaled. The smell of Cuba and tobacco filled his nostrils pleasingly. He pulled out a cigar cutter and clipped the end off. Hayato lit the sausage like roll of nicotine and put it to his mouth.
"You look SOOOO cute and mob bossish like that! I just want to eat you!" Katrina cooed. She grabbed his cheeks and stretched the extra skin out.
"IMA FUGKING KILL JO!" he shouted.
"Ima kill Jo too. So adorable!" Katrina cackled. She released his cheeks and patted Hayato on the head like a dog.
"Like I said, a rage that cannot be explained..." he said, steam practically pouring from his ears.
"I love you too! Now scamper off to bed, mommy has some important errands to run! In other words, I got a deal to go trade some weapons for some cocaine and you know how the people over here like cocaine. By honey! Here's a treat for while I'm gone." she threw a package of gummy worms at him. "Play nice now and don't touch anything in mommy's office. I heart you! Bah-bye sweetie!" Katrina grabbed a crate and filled it with guns and grenades. She lifted it up carefully and stumbled outside, into the moonlight. Her hair and the brightly colored bands on her wrists shone brightly as Katrina padded away. Hayato puffed his cigar coolly and then shut the warehouses giant doors.
"Again, a rage that cannot be explained..." he trailed off.