Bullet : La Prima di l'Estraneo Generazione
Speech :
" Basilicum, " Italian,
" Basilicum, " Japanese,
Basilicum, Thought,
Location.. Somewhere in Japan.., Kokuyo Forest
Time.. Four-hundred years prior to now.
The trees danced in rhythm with the wind as a teen - barely a man, walked through the maze-like woodland with practiced ease. His silky, black hair was spiked backwards, blown away by the wind as two, noticeable sideburns were seen tucked behind his ears neatly. The teenager's eyes were a pair of terrifyingly cold, onyx-black orbs that held a certain look that no ordinary teen his age should have.
He wore a single-breasted dress jacket with a notched lapel and a dirty-yellow colored undershirt underneath. A black tie was also tied around his collar, with his slacks being a flawless-looking black color and his expensive-looking shoes being of the same hue. But the most eye-catching part of his chosen clothes, was the silver ring on his right hand's middle finger. The boy didn't even seem to care as the littlest of light that found its self through the field of leaves above made contact with the antique-looking accessory which gave a beautiful, yet dull red glow as light hits it.
After a while of walking, the teen hummed in quite a care-free manner as he looked around, stopping at a clearing which had a single tree in the middle of the patches of grass. Walking forward, he paused for a moment before quickly side-stepping, just in time to dodge a barrage of needles which buried their own tips in his previous spot.
Walking further, the brunet sighed, before quickly ducking, a look of annoyance marring his features as three dynamite wheezed above him. Speedily, he leaped forward, with one of the bomb passing by a strand of his hair by a breath's notice. Clicking his tongue, he seemed to pull a glock out of nowhere and pointed it backwards, with his other hand messing with a part of the weapon. When he tugged on something that looked suspiciously similar to a light switch, the ring begun to give out an outlandish red glow before the gun begun glowing a dull, ruby-hued light.
After the few milleseconds that took him to prepare the supposed 'weapon' and one of the kinds that is usually, in this era, a 'tool of murder', he pulled the trigger and what appears to be golden colored flames erupted from the mouth of the gun, successfully propelling him towards the tree.
When he was nearing his 'target', the gun begun dividing itself into millions of particles and the eruption of the bright, yellow flames stopped and disappeared, leaving no signs of being used once more. After he got rid of the object in this hands, the teen, as if by lightning, suddenly disappeared, reappearing behind the tree in the middle of the clearing, and victoriously getting away from the radius of the explosion.. in which the dynamites not-so-handily exploded the moment he used the tree as a shield (but the poor tree was slightly scorched.).. and thus, also saving his butt from the thrilling not-so-near death (because he is too awesome for that) moment.
The male leaned on the tree, looking through half-lidded black eyes as a comfortable silence became the aftermath of a 'storm'. After a while, he broke the silence himself and said,
" How troublesome, " The black-haired teen sighed, slumping down to a sitting position and unconsciously (yet successfully) pulling off that lady-killer, 'everything is troublesome' face which could make any woman (except for a respective few,) coo over him and squeal.
The boy let another sigh jump off his lips as he opened his eyes fully, resting his head on the trunk as he tapped the bark of the tree thrice and said, " Hey.. It's Umarekawaru~ I'm ba~ck, " He uttered in a very fluent Italian, even if he dragged the sentence longer than it should be.
But of course, the words came out in such a suave manner that can and would make any women squeal and coo over him, again. (Even if said teen dislikes women except for a few.) Meanwhile, his back never left the trunk of the tree.
It wasn't even a few seconds later, when a trapdoor suddenly opened below him, and gravity begun doing its job. Soon enough, he felt himself land harshly on something, which was probably a lot of feet underneath the ground. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for him, he fell on a soft object, which he knew was a mattress, in a lying position and watched with uninterested eyes as the trapdoor begun closing above him.
Sighing for most probably, the umpteenth time this day, the teen pushed himself up so he was sitting on the mattress, and found himself face to face with a pair of metal doors, which had a keyhole in the shape of something circular and not at all, looking like a key.. Staring for a single second, he raised his right hand and a lazy-looking yellow flame coated the gem which mostly caught a lot of people's attention.
'Umarekawaru' then pushed his ring into the hole quite roughly and simple, white letters appear mid-air (In which he knew, holograms). The Italian of 'Stranger' was what it said, as the door slowly opened itself, towards what was on the other side of the door, while making sounds which proved of its old age.
Chapter 1: The Espresso
A soft sigh escaped the white-haired vigilante leader's lips as his purple eyes bore into the ceiling with a bored expression on his face. He seemed to be too lost in his deep thoughts, to the point where he barely acknowledged the slight noise that one of the alarms produced..
The alarms that he had set up with his lightning and sun guardians were actually for safety precautions and one or two will usually ring when a person had entered the forest which carefully hid their base of operations.. Truth was, this certain man was actually quite paranoid about almost everything, even if the people around him had grew to know him as an obnoxiously cheerful and laid-back person.
Actually, he wasn't usually silent, because of his guardians in this world had constantly amused him. Even if he knew they weren't his real guardians, he still became attached to them, even if he had promised to never get too close with anybody. Well.. Like most people say.. Promises are meant to be broken, he thought with a frown. He seriously tried to avoid being quiet in their base as much as possible, since his silence usually led to one of his guardians worrying over him as if he was a child. And that was literally true, since he was the youngest in their small famiglia.
And again, as he continued thinking, he didn't even process the sound of the creaking noise that the double metal doors which served as the entrance to their underground base.. He was still too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice.
Umarekawaru had expected to find his boss munching on marshmallows, or doing a prank call on one of the other guardians which is usually because of the loneliness that is the exact word to describe what his boss was feeling, he knew secretly.. but he didn't really expect to see the guy sitting on the sofa while staring at the ceiling in a pretty much aloof manner, which was really rare.
It was one of those moments which made him scoff, and at the same time, made him worry about the albino - who was his childhood friend. And as he leaned on the now-closed metal doors, staring at the person who didn't bother to greet him, like how he usually does, or even tried to set up a playful and friendly prank which normally involves a rope, a bucket of water, a bit of flames and his own victim.
Unconsciously, he hummed this song that suddenly popped up in his mind and slowly pushed himself off the metal doors and walked quite leisurely towards the silent man, who was still daydreaming, or what he thought the don was doing, of course. He wasn't certain.
But as he placed a foot forward after the other, he unconsciously listened to the phantom-like clanking of the heels of his shoes as they collided on the metal ground of their base, which was also an underground laboratory and a mansion merged by his boss - in a moment of questionable wsidom.
The hitman opened his mouth to speak, but found out that he was quite nervous about speaking out his thoughts that played in his mind like a movie - his imagination helping him visualize it successfully. Another sigh escaped his lips, as he headed towards the kitchen.
When he entered the medium-sized room which the female mist guardian usually occupies and was connected to the dining room, he looked around and noticed some changes which wasn't there a year ago - the last time he had entered their base.
He let a nostalgic smile clash against his usual frown as he saw a cup of what smells like espresso innocently sitting on the counter and waiting to be picked up, " Mm.. Byakuran probably had prepared this late morning, " He whispered, and guessed that the current time was actually an early afternoon. He wrapped his fingers around the delicate glass cup and brought it near his lips, inhaling the deep and complicated scent as he sat on one of the chairs near the counter, and as usual, his childhood friend, whom he had gotten used to calling Byakuran, was still the best in hitting the bull's eye when it comes to making his coffee.
And as he thought about it, he rested his arm on the counter and twirled the cup slowly and gently, before he begun ransacking his poor brain for the origins of the nickname.. Ah, 'Byakuran, wasn't it? Translating it into his mother language, it was white orchid.
He let a soft chuckle escape his lips, before raising the glass cup once more and sipping a bit of the liquid that it held and played with it for a moment, tasting the oily yet smooth texture before swallowing it.
His boss's name was Ranshiro Volare Gesso.. and now that he had thought about it more, if he had separated the Ran and Shiro, it's literal translation was Orchid and White. He laughed softly, and finally remembered about how he complained that Byakuran sounded better in a very childish manner when they were children.
The espresso didn't taste bad.. actually, he had grown to love Byakuran's espresso since he knew how to make the literal best, and Umarekawaru had tended to wait for his mission to finish before going back to the base and quickly demanding an espresso after being derived of that delicious taste for months - which is the usual length he needs to finish his mission which usually involved doing hits on a large number of people who are all connected to the mafia and did the more, cruel stuff.. or even sneaking into a base of an enemy famiglia. He had learnt it the hard way that most people tend to use cheap coffee beans which tasted nasty. The hard way being that one which made him extend one of his assassination missions in Italy to taste the espresso of all the cafes in the town where he had to do his work.
Some tasted good, some just plain nasty and there was that one which was bad, yet the finishing taste was good, though the aftertaste becomes bitter, and he wasn't talking about the good-bitter, it was the bad one.. Nobody could blame the hitman for being choosy.. well, any poor soul who did usually vanishes from the face of the universe before coming back a few days later, traumatized from 'conversing in a (not so)civilized manner' with a trigger-happy vigilante member who is usually mistaken as the hitman he truly is.
Laughing silently to himself, he pushed himself up and exited the kitchen, walking back to the living room where his daydreamer boss sits and stares at the ceiling as if it had done something wrong to him.
As he entered the living room, he noticed the tuft of spiky, white hair which belongs to his childhood friend, who, unfortunately or fortunately for the hitman, is still dazed.
" Hey.. " He spoke softly, taking another sip of the strong, black coffee a moment later. When he received no reply from the albino, he let out a soft groan of tiredness before he stalked towards the sofa with a cup of espresso in one had and a glock in the other. How that gun suddenly popped up into his hands out of nowhere, nobody could ever know.
The safety trigger clicked and the albino flinched, his whole frame tensing for a moment. At that, Umarekawaru inwardly smirked in triumph before pointing the tool of murder towards his boss's head, " Okay, Byakuran-sama, " He begun in a completely mocking tone, " if you don't snap out of your daydream, I'll definitely pull the trigger, " He finally let the smirk form on his face, " Definitely, "
As he heard a familiar click, Ran stopped thinking for a moment, his mind turning blank for a split second before he outwardly flinched and tensed. When he noticed this himself, he cursed for his stupidity and could almost hear his sun guardian mocking him, " Okay Byakuran-sama, " Oh how that suffix pissed him off to no bounds,
" if you don't snap out of your daydream, " The familiar voice continued, " I'll definitely pull the trigger, " Ran could imagine that annoying smirk on the guy's face - that smirk which he was so tempted to slap off that stupid face of his, " Definitely, "
His lavender-colored orbs widened as he slowly turned his head, shifting his position so he was facing the 'attacker' and looking at him straight in the eye.. Ran seriously didn't expect to see his own sun guardian, real and alive, himself standing there in all his oh-so-mocking glory.
" R-Reborn? " He begun, a hint of hesitance in his eyes, before the threatening gun disappeared from the other's grasp and that smirk lessen down to that familiar smile he had missed from the guy he called a big-brother in this era - even if it was very ironic since they were enemies in another life of his..
For the first time in that lonely year, where his guardians had all left for their own, respective long-month missions and hadn't come back yet (with Reborn the only one taking a one-year mission on January the year before and come back on January right now,), the vigilante leader spoke of that nickname, and remembered on how he complained stubbornly that the other's name was too complicated, and Umarekawaru had simply offered to be called Reborn, the english translation of his name.
Byakuran was met with a nod and almost automatically, his white, chibi-like wings appeared behind him as he flew towards the guy in Lightning speed and tackle-hugging him with a bag of marshmallows in hand.. About things suddenly popping up in a mafioso or vigilante's hands in this world, nobody could ever know the mysterious not-so-probably secret.
But. The tackle-hug resulting to the glass cup falling down from Reborn's hands and shattering into tiny, million little pieces, and also, at the same time, spilling his guardian's beloved espresso..
As a pregnant silence dawned them, Byakuran carelessly whispered, " O-Oops? "
And again, that gun appeared in the black-haired man's hand, " Byaku.. " His friend decided to pause dramatically, " ran.. " Reborn had ended, murderous intent literally leaking from him as he clutched his glock which had previously disappeared and miraculously reappeared in his hands again, " How dare you kill my espresso? " He asked in a creepily calm, and yet, scary voice.
Even if killing something which hadn't lived in the first place was impossible, Byakuran knew well of Reborn treating his coffee like a brother.. and nobody, and Byakuran seriously meant nobody, ever messes with the guy's coffee.
And unfortunately, he was the poor soul who had "killed" and "messed" the hitman's espresso.
" Die! " Reborn growled out and pointed the gun at him.
Time to run, The albino then thought, a trickle of sweat flowing down his face before he begun to do what he had thought to do, a blood-lusting hitman hot on his tail as the chase around the underground base begun..
..Somewhere, near Kokuyo forest..
The ground shook (because of two certain people), shocking a certain, black-haired man. The man had wore a blue and white robe with a tall, black hat and a shakuhachi flute in hand.
Blinking once, then twice, he laughed, a bright grin then settling on his face, " The wild animals in Kokuyo must be so lively-de gozaru! " He exclaimed happily, not even acknowledging the fact that lively, wild animals couldn't just make the ground shake like that.. No matter how hard they try.
A/N :
Hello, Fanfictioners and more Fanfictioners, 'tis me, Ietsuna and I'm starting my writing now, after days of extreme laziness.
And a basic explanation, is that I had thought about how weird it is if Estraneo was actually a vigilante from the start, but when the Vongola Secondo brought the family under his wing after the Primo Generation of the Estraneo had 'left', and thus, under his commands, the Estraneo begun collecting children and experiment on them.
And you probably had guessed who the characters that appeared in this story are. And why Ranshiro Volare Gesso sounds familiar, no? And how he talks about other lives and all that..
And the hitman guy? Umarekawaru? *snorts* The smirk, the espresso, the curly sideburns and the nickname, Reborn, already explained it.
As for the guy in the end, who in the first generation talks and laughs like that? And the flute? Hahaha..
So right now, Estraneo is still small, but all of them (which are seven in total,) are born geniuses, one is another Byakuran, another two are the ancestor of our beloved hitman and stoic, minty froggy. One is the brother of a certain Primo Vongola Guardian. Another, the daughter of the Shigure Soen Ryu style. One more is the soon-to-be Bovino head's onii-chan, and more will be told in the future, rather than me posting spoiles.
And again, Thank you for reading my fanfic, and please tell me if I had made any mistakes, Arigatou gozaimasu.