Sorry it took so long! But its kinda rushed cause I forgot about it. Enjoy!
Pain was what Amane woke up to. She was struck across the face with something hard and metallic. Her eyes shot open to see the gun that served as her alarm clock. When she attempted to scoot away in fear she found herself bound by ropes. A cloth gag placed in her mouth muffled her cries. The man at the other end of the gun grinned sadistically.
"Good morning Kiryu-san. Did you sleep well?"
The man set the gun on the table beside him. His hands were folded over his crossed legs. She calmed down long enough to take in her surroundings as bet she could, not that it would do her much good. She was on a couch of some kind in a decently furnished living room. 'He' was sitting on the table in front of her.
"Now, would you care to explain something to me love? I might even be nice enough to let you eat afterwords."
Like hell she would. Anything that man did came with a price and she wasn't about to pay him anything more. The last ten years of her life had been a living nightmare where he was involved.
"How is it you decided that last night would be your final concert again? I would really like to know how you managed that on your own."
He cut the gag loose but she remained silent. Until he reached for the gun. She may have been a bit stubborn where he was concerned but she was never stupid.
"I-I don't want to do it anymore! I can't!"
"You can't? Whyever not darling?"
"All these years...you've been using me as a front for your drugs! I won't let it slide anymore!"
He slapped her hard enough to knock her over. Tears slid down her face as the stinging subsided. Ten years, ten long years of this. He'd used her for ten years. All the traveling and meeting 'new people' was just a lie. They were his contacts and customers. They bought the drugs he trafficked overseas in 'her' piano all these years. She knew it was happening but the first time she attempted to do something about it he put the fear of god into her. She still had the faint scar above her eyebrow to prove it.
"Amane, oh Amane. You know better then this don't you dear?"
The gun was cocked when she didn't move. She nodded frantically hoping that would ease his finger away from the trigger.
"Now how do you plan to make up for it? Surely you didn't think I would let my biggest profit just slip away did you?"
"I'm your d-daughter! I won't be your profit anymore father!"
Yes, the one who caused her life to be hell on earth was her own flesh and blood. At least that's what he claimed to be. He toyed with the gun making her flinch.
"You've become too much like your mother. She died in a very similar situation as this you know. Now I'll give you one last chance sweet heart. How will you make this up to daddy?"
It wasn't often that Dino came to Japan anymore. Most times it was just to talk business with Tsuna but this time it was different. Dino, Tsuna and his right hand man were walking towards the entrance to Tsuna's head quarters when he happened to breach the subject of Amane Kiryu. Gokudera's steps faltered momentarily but picked up as if nothing happened.
"I was originally coming to make her final concert but I guess I didn't make it in time."
"Gokudera, didn't you go?" The tenth asked. His right hand man nodded saying nothing.
"How was it?"
"It was ok." At this Dino stopped walking entirely.
"Ok? Just ok? Were you even listening? She's got the hands an angel! There's no way it was just ok!"
Tsuna couldn't help but chuckle as Gokudera and Dino began to bicker but the pretense at playing was lost entirely once the reached the door.
"She's got a lot of contacts. A lot of bad contacts."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean she's involved in a serious drug ring. I'm pretty sure it's not her doing, I met the woman. Shook hands with her. It's her manager that got me wondering."
Gokudera was the first to question him further as the elevator went down. Tsuna and Dino both noticed his urgency but neither said anything. When they stepped off the elevator they were greeted by Fuuta. Once hello's were said the three disappeared into Tsuna's office.
"So?" Gokudera urged.
"Amane doesn't seem like the kind of person to deal with drugs. I mean she seemed nervous as hell when I met her and she was constantly looking around for her manager too. When she came to Italy to play I noticed I wasn't the only mafia boss there."
Gokudera was unable to stop the worry from showing on his face. He hadn't noticed a thing, to busy listening to her play. If what that idiot Dino was saying was true then something must have been wrong.
I'd like that...I'd like that a lot
Cursing under his breath he excused himself from Tsuna's conversation. The two mafia dons eyed him suspiciously but both smiled as the storm guardian rushed to get back to the elevator.
Her long dark tresses were tied above her head as she sat in the steaming tub. Having calmed her father down enough for him to go to sleep she took the opportunity to bath. Sitting in the hot water always helped calm her down. She knew better then to try to leave, He knew too many people for her to hide and stay hidden no matter what country they were in. Having been in the tub for a little over half an hour she was starting to get dizzy but if the bathroom was the only place she could think in private then in the bathroom she would be.
She had eluded a bullet to the head but that didn't solve her dilemma. She wanted out, but with her father around that wasn't happening anytime soon. He decided that instead of playing public concerts she would play privately. But only for those who could afford it, and the drugs that came with it. Sighing she got out of the tub, reaching for her towel.
The marks left on her face weren't as bad as they could have been. At least there wasn't an open wound. Those were not only impossible to cover up but painful when one tried to do so with make-up. She'd had to postpone many an event for something like that. Leaning towards the fogged mirror she frowned at herself. Here she was at 23 and still so far under her father's thumb it wasn't even funny.
Gokudera had to call in a few favors but he managed to find her within three hours. They were in the Grand Hotel. Thanks to Kusakabe he now knew what room she was in, not to mention a list of people that had come into contact with that room via phone or package for that matter. He wouldn't waste his time asking stupid questions but one does wonder how Kusakabe gets all this.
It wasn't an infiltration he had in mind considering it was just him but when he walked into the building he was more then a little surprised by the hostility of the staff. As he tried talking the nervous woman behind the desk down there was a light tap on Gokudera's shoulder. In all her elegant glory there she stood smiling at him as if nothing in the world was wrong.
"It's good to see you again so soon Gokudera-kun."
"Amane..."
The serious tone in his voice mixed with the curious look he was giving her told her he knew something. Something he probably shouldn't . She smiled faintly and invited him to lunch with her in the restaurant of the hotel. Looking at the nervous woman she gave her an apathetic smile.
"Gokudera, could you wait a moment I'll be right back."
Approaching the nervous girl she asked for a piece of paper. After scribbling on it, in Italian for safety measures she asked the clerk quietly if she would hand the letter to Gokudera before he left.
They were shown a table by an impossibly nosy young man, and once the drinks were ordered he left only to watch their table not so secretly from the podium at the front. Pinot Grigio swirled in a wine glass as she stared across the table at her friend. She didn't worry about the bruising, she had become a flawless make-up artist of the years. But the look on his face made her worry.
"So what brings you here Gokudera-kun?"
"I know about the drugs." He spoke in Italian, which she understood just drink almost fell from her hand. After a feeble attempt at smiling it off she troubled her bottom lip. Her old habits started to show as she fidgeted with her hands. "Gokudera I-"
"It's not you doing it...is it?"
"I don't have a choice...I'm sorry to leave you so soon but I have to-"
He grabbed her hand standing up from the table. He knew she was being watched by the staff and it bothered him to no end. He wanted answers and he wanted them without that annoying fake smile on her face. She gave hm a questioning glance as he pulled her away from the table and down the hall. She stopped him by the front desk, pulling her arm away from him.
"There's a note for you at the front desk. I have to go."
She looked for all the world as if she had just remembered something and had to walk away but in all actually it was more like her running away. Why it felt like she was running away she didn't know but she didn't want to involve Gokudera in anything. The last thing she wanted was for him to turn up dead.
He showed up just like the note said to. The bar around the corner from the Hotel was were she wanted to meet him at midnight and when she showed up he lost his breath. Granted he'd only had a shot of whiskey but still. The outfit she had on was killer, A sleek black cocktail dress with fierce black stiletto heels.
"Buonasera"
"Good evening yourself." He took the hint, speaking only in Italian. She ordered a cocktail for herself and He ordered another shot of whiskey.
"How did you find out about the drugs?"
"Dino Chiavallone. Had he not said anything I never even would have assumed-"
"You must not get involved. My life is already at stake by coming here, the last thing I want is for anything to-"
"I can help you. I can get you away from him."
"It is impossible."
"No it's not. Dino has been trying to figure this guy out for a few months. If he can find the evidence that he's behind all the drug dealings then he goes onto a list."
"How do you know this?"
"Becuase I'm a part of the Vongola."
"Vongola!"
"It's a long story, but long story short we need you."
"I want to help you but with him with an eye on me at every turn I don't think I can. I had to drug him just to come here."
"Then don't go back. I can protect you believe that."
She considered it for a moment. A long moment before a sad smile crept onto her face. He grabbed her hand.
"Think of it as making up for missing that concert ten years ago."
She let out an airy laugh and put her hand on top of his. Nodding her head she smiled brightly at him. He couldn't even think when he saw that smile. In it he saw her, the real her from ten years ago. It was an odd instinct that made him lean towards her and kiss her softly over the table. She hesitated at first but kissed him back. After that everything happened so fast. One minute they were sitting in a bar, the next they were naked in his apartment.
Gokudera Stood on the balcony of his apartment, wrapped in nothing but a sheet as he took out his phone. Amane sated and sleeping soundlessly behind him was tangled up in another sheet behind him. A faint smile touched his lip as she turned on her side, revealing the creamy expanse of her back to him.
Opening his cell phone he dialed the one person that wouldn't ask questions. Being the right hand man did have it's advantages after all.
"Yamamoto...take him out...Make it look like some kind of an accident for all I care but get rid of him."
"Got it."
One year Later
The silver haired male walked out onto the veranda of the Vongola HQ in italy, holding a chilled glass of lemonade in his hand. Handing it to the honey haired woman sitting at the table with 3 other women. His sister, thankfully wearing sunglasses at the time smiled at her little brother.
"Gokudera you've come a long way. I'm so proud of you"
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't worry about. Here he's finished eating and he won't stop moving around."
From Amane's arms the infant immediately started to smile and kick his little legs at the sound of his fathers voice. Gokudera smiled picking up the green eyed child and kissed Amane on the forehead. The pair walked away from the group of women and Bianchi smiled.
"He's lucky to have found you Amane-chan."
"Hahi~! Kiry- I mean Amane-san! You're little boy is so cute!"
"I know, and he loves to listen to Gokudera play too. When he gets old enough he demanded that we teach him to play too."
"He actually plays now? I thought he wouldn't go anywhere near a piano!"
"He does indeed, and wonderfully I might add."
Looking outside the window Tsuna smiled at the gathering of women and turned to his storm guardian.
"He really is adorable Gokudera-kun."
"T-thank you Jyuudaime..."
I know it's mushy. It came out milder then I had imagined it would. I might just redo it but for now it's complete so HA! anyways, please review/flame/hate or something. I feel like I'm writing for myself still.
I plan on updating everything this weekend and guess there'll be TWO chapters for Antonio or Antoniette? !
