Black Keys
Chromatic Scales
This is basically, a giant summary of Hayato Gokudera's life up until the end of the anime. So yeah.
Umm, so this is just MY look on his life. It's not necessarily fanfiction, but it is in my own words, so if you don't like it, you can go fuck yourself. Actually, don't. Just ignore this too. Sorry.
Yeah.
So here's Chapter 1:
Gokudera Hayato's life was, in essence, a piano.
Black keys, minor scales, white keys, flats, sharps, naturals, allegro, andante, forte, mezzo-piano, fortissimo, chords, rhythms, beats, crescendos, decrescendos, arpeggios, harmony, melody, tone, unison and divergent. He had it all.
Whether he wanted them or not...that is the true question.
His mother, Lavina, was beautiful, long, silky grey locks of hair and kind green eyes. She was a magnificent pianist, as skillful as she was beautiful. Lavina lived in Italy, an elegant country with fine food, language and wine. She played piano everywhere, for all sorts of people. The government, official ambassadors, simple peasants, other musicians and the mafia.
She didn't care as to what sort of lives her audience led. She wanted- no, lived to make music, make all people happier with the simple elegance her music carried.
However, her beauty and superb ability led to one of the best and worst events in her life. The boss of a small mafia family fell in love with her.
The two had a brief affair, one of which we will not go into detail of, taking into consideration their secrecy and privacy. The result of this brief affair was, however, not brief: the birth of a handsome baby boy.
As one might have already assumed, this handsome baby boy's name was Gokudera Hayato and he was destined for greatness.
Tragically, Hayato was snatched away from his beautiful mother and passed off as the mafia boss' and his legal wife's son.
Hayato would never truly get to know his true mother, Lavina.
Of course, Lavina visited him. Three days out of a year, the woman visited the boy, teaching him piano. Her future in the piano industry was ruined, thanks to her affair, but her son could take up in her stead.
"Work hard, Hayato, and become strong." she'd smile, softly at him.
Hayato, a mere child, would beam back, brightly, eager to please the mysterious, beautiful lady.
"Your hands are so soft," she'd say, graceful and beautiful. "Perfect for the piano."
Lavina loved him dearly, so for his safety and hers, never revealed her identity.
This period of time was the C key, the first white key in the piano of Gokudera Hayato's life.
For three years, these meetings in secret would go on, Lavina slowly teaching her son the piano, the scales, the arpeggios, the articulations and songs that she, herself, loved dearly.
Then nothing.
Hayato was confused.
Why hadn't the pretty lady come?
She was supposed to come today!
Maybe she got lost...
In truth, the woman had been driving to see her beloved son, carrying a present with her. But her car had veered off the road, off a cliff, in an impossible place.
It was an instant death.
No one would ever figure out how she died. Theories of assassination floated about and suicide, but it would never be confirmed.
Slowly, Hayato came to a realization. The pretty lady wasn't coming to see him ever again.
That resulted in the C sharp, the D flat key, the first black key in the piano of his life.
Hayato's childhood wasn't spent alone. He had an older half-sister, Bianchi.
Bianchi was beautiful too, taking after her mother, long purple hair and green eyes. The siblings shared those beautiful eyes, despite not sharing the same mother.
While Hayato spent countless hours playing the piano, perfecting Beehtoven's Moonlight Sonata, Bianchi spent about two seconds in the kitchen, whipping up a deadly meal, later known worldwide as Bianchi's Poison Cooking.
They were friendly siblings and to be honest, Bianchi is the D key, the next white key in the piano of Gokudera Hayato. Bianchi knew that Hayato was only her half-brother and not her true blood sibling, but she welcomed him with open arms.
Then came the dreaded piano recital.
Proud of his son's achievements, the mafia boss organized a piano recital to display Hayato's tremendous skill. It could be said that the boss remembered Lavina, his love, through the piano, but none could be certain.
Dozens of people showed up to the performance, eager to see the powerful boss' heir.
Bianchi was backstage with a nervous Hayato, who was having what many know as the 'pre-performance jitters' (everyone gets them. Just ask the Baseball-Idiot.).
"Hayato..." she called, whipping out a platter of poison cupcakes. "Try one. They will calm your nerves."
Needless to say, the purple food with the worms hanging out didn't necessarily look appetizing, but the boy took one and thanked his sister. He took a bite and froze, his head immediately pounding and stomach churning.
Bianchi, however, blinked, innocently. "How is it?"
Hayato gagged mentally, but didn't want to displease his sister. "I-It's fine."
The girl beamed. "Thanks!"
This led Hayato to a life of painful taste-testing and a wedding cake that to be quite honest, killed the bride (suggestion: don't ask.).
Hayato limped onto the stage, feeling ready to vomit/die. He sat on the stool.
I'll try to make you proud, pretty lady. He thought, determinedly, placing his hands on the keys.
It went unsaid that his playing was, well, terrible. The Moonlight Sonata sounded like the Sonata-That-Was-Hit-By-A-Bus.
Everyone, however, eager to please the mafia boss, cheered and commented positively on the song, saying it was 'unique', 'unlike anything they had ever heard before', 'modern' and 'abstract'.
The mafia boss leaped at the opportunity and put together dozens more performances for his son. Satisfied with the reaction from the audience, the boss encouraged Bianchi to feed Hayato the same food before the boy went on stage.
This emotionally traumatized the kid and he abandoned the piano in pursuit of becoming a Mafioso.
That caused a rift in the bonds between Bianchi and Hayato. The events that went on during those performances made up the next black key in the piano, the D sharp, E flat.
The next great thing in Hayato's life was probably one of the strangest.
Dr. Shamal, a notorious wanna-be ladykiller, was working for the boy's family. Hayato chanced upon him and became attached to him immediately (though nowadays, Hayato would die before admitting that).
Hayato saw the doctor with a different woman each time they met and Shamal always told the boy that the woman was his sister. Hayato figured that Shamal had sixty-two sisters. Of course, they probably were not his sisters, but no one told that to the pianist.
Dr. Shamal was, in fact, a famous assassin, wielding the famous Trident Mosquito, so adept in assassination that the Varia, the Vongola's personal, elite assassination squad recruited him, though he turned down the offer.
Hayato sought out the doctor, desperate to learn some magnificent techniques so that he could get into a Mafia family. That was his new dream after abandoning the piano.
He demanded that Shamal taught him the super-ultra technique, the Trident Mosquito, but the doctor laughed at him.
"I don't treat men," he informed the boy, sticking his hands in his pockets and pulling something out. "And you're not suited for the Trident Mosquito. I think this is more for you."
He handed the boy the object.
A stick of dynamite, a brown-orange colored, orange tipped with metal (or something that looked suspiciously like metal) on the ends was held in the young boy's fingers.
Hayato snorted. "I can't hurt anyone with one of these!"
Shamal raised an eyebrow. He threw a paper airplane out over the balcony. Then he threw the dynamite, completely erasing all of the airplane's existence from the world.
Hayato's eyes were wide. "Teach me."
And Shamal did. The young boy developed a love for explosions.
That day was the E key, the next white key.
The next key, the F key, was another white key.
Hayato mastered the dynamite, learning to protect himself. He was strong now. He would be accepted. He'd be able to blow up Bianchi's cooking and never have to go anywhere near the damn stuff.
That was about when things started to go wrong.
Servants gossiping in the Gokudera Castle wasn't necessarily very surprising.
"What did the Vongola Boss do? He sent that Reborn fellow off to the Cavallone? Is he a fool?"
"Xanxus-sama? He went missing a while back. That's too bad, he was really good-looking."
"What did Young Master do today? He played piano again? That's good, he was truly adept at it. Just like his mother."
To Hayato's knowledge, he didn't know that his 'mother' played piano. He listened, intently.
"Mistress doesn't play piano, stupid!"
"No, not Mistress. Do you remember that gorgeous pianist girl with the grey hair?"
"Oh yeah, she was really beautiful."
"Yeah, she's the Young Master's true mother. She died, though a while ago. About five years?"
"Oh, really?"
"Yes. I suspect that the Master got bored of her and had her, well, disposed of."
"That's truly a shame, she was so-"
But Hayato had stopped listening. His eyes were wide and his mind was scrambled. That pretty lady...
Long grey hair. Green eyes that looked like his own. Sadness... But bright smiles, full of love...
Hayato paled and ran to his room. He loaded a bag full of clothes and money, sprinting out of the castle. Papa, no, that bastard killed my mother! That lady...was my mother!
Bianchi watched from a window, touching the glass, gently. "Hayato... I didn't want you to find out like this..."
That was the F sharp, the G flat, the newest black key in the boy's life. Needless to say, it was probably the worst event in his existence.
Hayato spent years on the streets, earning a name for himself, 'Smoking Bomb Hayato' or 'Hurricane Bomb'. He applied to many Mafia families, but was constantly rejected, from claims of being too weak or too young.
And he hated every last moment of it.
All those nights alone, cold and full of regret, he cried. His lonely heart, the regrettable things were probably the tears that he couldn't stop.
Then he got a message.
'Gokudera Hayato,
Come to Namimori, Japan and enroll in Namimori Middle School. If you kill Sawada Tsunayoshi, you can become the Tenth Generation Vongola Boss.
-Reborn
OR
the Greatest Hitman in the World
OR
the Strongest Arcobaleno
OR
the Sun Arcobaleno
OR
the Home Tutor Hitman'
It went unsaid that Reborn was slightly full of himself.
Hayato immediately booked a flight to Japan.
His first thoughts of Sawada Tsunayoshi?
'Weak, small, not good enough. He has a mother. He has a Mafia Family.'
Later on, he'd be ashamed, painfully so, to have thought that.
So, like the bastard he naturally was, he challenged Sawada to a fight. What? He practically grew up on the streets. His mother died, supposedly by his father's hand. He'd been rejected from all the Mafia families he'd come across. Bastardly-ness comes to one who has been thrown into a world such as that.
Yeah. It sucks.
But they fought, Hayato flinging dynamite like some kind of crazy psycho and Sawada...stripping down to his boxers and extinguishing every one.
Weird.
Hayato attempted the Triple Bomb. It was risky, taking into consideration the fact that Hayato hadn't perfected it yet. A bomb fell. And soon, all of them did.
Yeah. Well, he's screwed.
But Sawada- that damn idiot! saved his life. He extinguished every. Last. Bomb.
Crazy.
But Hayato felt belonging. He felt as if he was needed for once. And he loved that feeling.
He pledged his life to his boss. And Sawada- no, the Tenth, accepted him. Even though Hayato tried to kill him.
Awesome.
That was the next white key, the G note, in the piano of his life. It was probably his favorite.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Leaving the Gokudera mansion was probably what Hayato regretted least. But the tears? He wishes that they had never stung his eyes.
The tears and the nights I cried~ those are the most regrettable things~
Yeah. So this is chapter 1 of probably a two-shot or three-shot series. Pretty short.
I already had this written, so I was just able to just upload this. So now it looks like I wrote two stories in a day...like WTF?
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Expect an update...well, I won't update this often. It could easily be weeks. It took me forever just to write this chapter. So yeah.
LeoInuyuka