A/N ; I-uh.. *blush deeply* I must admit that I was in denial over someone would read this story. I really do. I'm not the type to force someone to review, but seeing even one person says that they like my story.. I can die happy. I really do. Thank you for all the faves and the follows (I'll admit I thought I was going to get a heart attack.) and thank you for your kind words, KiMaChI-san, Skylar18-san!
Warning : OOC characters, so much dialogs.
In a cottage, a small cottage in the middle of nowhere, inside it was the strongest six the mafia world right now ever sees. A very restless, plus annoyed six strongest people in underworld.
"Someone is late." A person with a fedora on top of his head grumbled, as he glanced at the only empty seat. His onyx eyes traveled at his 'companion', and he scoffed when he finds that none of them are no one that he doesn't know. They are all famous in the underworld, after all. Even a mutter of their name could bring a burly man to his knees. They are probably that famous.
"Well, if I am correct then.." A man with red robes murmured as he let his eyes travels. He saw Lightning, Mist, Rain, Cloud, Sun, and himself, Storm. So if this is going to be seven, then... "We are apparently missing the sky flame." He leans back, studying the expression of the other people. Finding no reaction, he sighed as if knowing that is how they would react. It would take a lot to make the others to react, the man decides.
"The sky flame is rare. Does someone really going to show up?" Now a green haired scientist muttered, looking at his note, before shaking his head in dismissal over some theories that appear on his head. "It shouldn't be that easy to find a sky flame user, I believe." He continued, before huffed in annoyance. "But to think that this someone dared to come late..." He mumbled, his eyebrows furrowing slightly deeper.
"I'm wasting my time here. I could've used it to find more money." The woman in dark robes let out a 'Mu~' noise, before she took out money from her left sleeve. How she even managed to hid the money on her sleeve without it falls down when she let her hands down-that would forever be a mystery.
"Skull-sama is boooooooooored!" A male with black hair and a streak of purple whined loudly, groaned loudly because of said boredom. He could be out there! Playing with his bike! Challening death! Yet instead, he's stuck here, along with these people who looks so mean. At least one of them are going to bully him. Ugh, fate really does hate him, isn't it?
"Shut up, lackey."
See, he said so.
"I'M NOT A LACKEY, WHO ARE YOU CALLING LACKEY?!"
The woman with blue hair glared at the biker, who wished that he could shrunk his size. Her glare could kill someone, he swore! The woman ignored him, though, choosing to tidy her uniform instead. Would it kill them to act more like their age? They are all adults!
Instead of saying anything, the hitman immediately hits the daredevil with a green hammer that appears out of nowhere. The biker whines loudly, shouting about "SKULL-SAMA DIDN'T DESERVE THIS!" but no one pays attention. But the hitman does serve yet another hit to the biker-whose name is apparently Skull-before snorted softly.
"Reborn..." The man in red robes sighed, looking at the black haired male who seems to be glaring the younger one. His glare is so dark though, it probably could kill a lesser man. And maybe, Skull is one of those 'lesser' man. Because not long after that, the dark haired man squeaked and hid behind his chair, shaking so badly until the chair itself shakes because of him.
"Ugh, idiots." The blue haired female muttered, massaging her temple in slow motion.
"Then you are one as well, Lal Mirch." The dark robe wearer said simply, ignoring the glares that Lal throws at her. She simply continues counting her money, before sighed because she lost count. "Great, now I have to count from the beginning. Thank you sooooo much." The illusionist then count back to one.
"What the fuck was that, you punk?!" Lal Mirch yelled.
"I'm not a punk. If there's a punk here, it's going to be that idiot in purple."
"I'M NOT AN IDIOT."
"Yeah, and fish does not swim."
"WHY YOU-A MERE SCIENTIST DARE TO INSULT ME?!"
"I could turn you into a cockroach. Do you want to be my experiment?"
"-NO."
"Then shut up."
"Shut up, you idiots!"
And then all hell breaks loose.
Fon could only watch the drama unfold, with his palm covering his eyes as he tried to ignore the upcoming headache. He, who is used to silent environment, suddenly thrust into the place where no one could shut up, always wanting to talk so loudly-what's wrong with silence?! Is it too much to ask?!
In the middle of the bickering, though, no one heard the sound of the door creaking open or the sound of someone finally filling the last chair.
"...I swear..." He mumbled, letting his killer aura fills the room, (not) startling every rowdy members, "If you guys don't shut up and sit in the next 5 seconds..." He lifted his head from his palm, eyes bloodshot because of the headache, "I'm going to do something terrible." He hissed.
Thankfully, everyone (reluctantly) follow his order.
"And now that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Fon said with a sweet smile on his lips, although the smile is way too sickening to be sincere.
They froze slightly when they heard a giggle coming from someone unknown.
Of course, they immediately reached for their weapon (Skull doesn't have any weapon though, he simply tightens his grip on his helmet in case he have to run away fast) and they wrapped their fingers around it and...
"So, is this the bunch that I'm going to be taking care of?" The mysterious person said, looking amused by how they all act. The members loosen their hold on their weapon unconsciously, as if their body trusted this new person. Even though they don't-they know they don't-but there's this aura that suddenly enveloping the area, the feeling of warmness and security. For some reason this makes them trusting, although none of them made a move to greet the person that just appear.
"Finally. Lost in the way, stupid?" Reborn is the one who breaks the silence, the remnant of his annoyance earlier flared back all of the sudden. The female that just appeared blinked, and then she looks at her watch, before shaking her head rapidly. "No, I'm not that late, you know! Monsieur Checkerface told me to appear now," The female pouts, before she leans slightly to the table, resting her chin against her folded arms.
"You make Skull-sama bored! You have to pay for that!" Skull suddenly yelled, slamming both of his palms to the table, eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to look scarier. The woman blinks, before giggling at Skull's attempt, shaking her head as if she's saying that she's not scared at all. Nice attempt, though.
"Shut up lackey." Lal said to the biker, who yelled "WHO'S THE LACKEY HERE?!" but his screams were ignored by the others as usual.
"You're going to be my experiment subject because of your tardiness." The scientist stated as he eyed the woman. She blinks twice. Then she smiled. "If I-I can be any help, then okay." She said innocently. The scientist blinks. Well, this is the first time anyone ever offer themselves to be the subject. Usually they will offer if there's a blackmail following them…But this one? This is strange.
The scientist's eyes glinted with curiosity.
What a strange person indeed.
The woman simply looks around, before grinning.
"Do you guys want cookies?" The lady asked as she took out a container filled with chocolate chip cookies. "I made one last night, you guys can have a bite. I promise it's not poisoned or anythi-"
"Wait a second." The illusionist cuts the woman words with a growl. "Do you think this is a game? Who even let someone this young here? Is Checkerface mad already?" She cried out, pointing at the woman across her.
"Well, I should agree with her..." Lal suddenly reponded, staring at the fidgeting woman now. "Why are you here." Her tone is not even asking, it's demanding a reply but the female simply pouted (but if they are observant enough, they could see her hands shook slightly as she holds on the edge of her skirt).
"Monsieur Checkerface a-asked me to be he-here, to be you gu-guys' babysit-tter." The female retorted, looking angry (she managed to look so adorable even by doing so) as she tighten the hold on something.
"We don't need a damn babysitter!" Lal shouted, feeling insulted somehow. This woman, this unknown woman, have the courage to be late, now to insult all of them, her, who is a boss in the fucking army? "We're an adult, and we're not going to need someone to hold us back!" The blue haired female fumed, earning a nod from nearly every member that is there.
"We-well, tell that to Mo-Monsieur Checkerface himself," The woman retorted, "I kn-know you guys are a-all adults, but a-apparently, according to Monsieur Che-Checkerface, no-none of you are qu-qualified to take care of yourself." The woman glared, before she took a deep breath, "I don't even know why I'm here myself..." She rubs her palm against her face slowly, looking like she's too tired all of the sudden.
"Wait..."
A voice suddenly says, and all head turns to Fon who didn't say anything, since he only observe silently at the situation. This woman is not lying, but what's the proof... The other are really wary of her, which is worrying, since the lady doesn't seems to be able to protect herself. Call it an instinct, but she doesn't have the aura of a killer like them.
His eyes trailed over the woman, before blinking at the object that she held.
"Is that a letter?" Fon asked. The woman nodded, and she gave the envelope to Fon who receives it and mouthed 'Xie xie' to the lady.
"Dear Strongest Six." The martial artist reads aloud, capturing their attention immediately, "If you read this, then the lady with white hat is there already." At this, the woman suddenly waves her hand lazily, "Excuse her tardiness; it is my fault that she is late. I kept her for a bit too long because I have a lot to tell." Reborn narrows his eyes at this. To tell? So this woman is their messenger, or the one that connects them with Checkerface? "Please take care of her-or maybe she'll be the one who take care of you? She's an angel, really. Signed, Checkerface." Fon concluded, eyes are now on the female.
"Introduction?" Her voice still sounds tired, but it regains its usual energy. She looks at them innocently, and this makes all the member groans out in annoyance before sighing in tandem.
"I'm first then." The martial artist speaks up, smiling slightly at his companion. "My name is Fon." He said simply, a pleasant smile still decorated his face.
"I'm Reborn." The hitman continued, his dark eyes studying his companion. This looks really interesting.
"Verde." The scientist muttered; eyes still on his note.
"Viper. But please, call me Mammon." The illusionist said, a hint of animosity filled her voice.
"Lal Mirch." The military lady said, brown eyes still filled with distrust but who are they to judge? Because all of them are strong in their own way, so to not be wary of each other is the same as signing a contract with the Reaper.
"I AM SKU-"
"Shut up lackey." Reborn cuts him off with a wave of his hand. Skull fumed in the background, but no one really pays attention.
Except for the mysterious woman, apparently. She looks at the rider, before tilting her head slightly.
"Your name is...?" She asked the biker, even though her eyes are covered by the brim of her hat, and because of her bangs, they could actually feel the curiosity that flows from the woman.
"Sku-Skull." The biker whispered, suddenly feeling timid. The female clapped her hand in excitement, before nodding with a smile.
Why in the world would the famous Daredevil to be timid in front of this..woman?
"Then, your name is…?" Finally, Fon asked the question that is burning on some of them. All eyes are now on the lady who waves slightly, and then she smiles as bright as the sun itself.
"Call me Tsuru. Pleased to meet all of you." She said, lifting her hat slightly. This gesture makes the other members to see the color of her eyes. It was orange, burning brightly like the bonfire in the middle of a dark night. But then she moved her hat to cover half of her face again, and the other six simply ignores the disappointment that sets into their soul.
Why would they be disappointed anyway?
"Why Japanese?" The hitman—Reborn—asked; looking at the female with unreadable gaze. Tsuru hummed, before shrugging her shoulder lightly because she doesn't want to jostle her scarf. "It's the closest to my name." She replied easily.
"So you are from Japan?" Asked Fon who switched to Japanese all of the sudden. None of them are very familiar with the language, so no one really pays attention to what Fon is saying.
"I was born in there, and moves here." The brunette grinned as she replied with the same language, before she leans her chin against her palm.
Skull watches Tsuru with curiosity, before he suddenly notices something.
"Are you the famous Listener?!"
She pressed her forefinger against her own lips, making universal motion of 'shh'.
For the first time in his life, Gokudera Hayato didn't know what to do. Sure, he boarded the plane and sure, he already arrived in Namimori, but after that? He doesn't know what is he doing here, really, like why? There are other things that he could at Italy, but instead, he runs away to Japan, to Namimori! He doesn't know if this is just pure madness or this is just his instinct going haywire.
Probably the latter.
The air here is really clean, though.
"This place suits her very much," the silver haired teen mused with an absentminded smile on his face. "So peaceful, so warm, and it looks like this place is very accepting as well..." He murmured, but then his smile turns grim.
"It's been awhile, though." The green eyed male murmured, looking around as if trying to find something. He was looking for a cab, or he'll be forced to walk. Which is not what he wanted to do, because oh god, he's bringing way too much.
(He had a sneaking suspicion that Bianchi snuck something bad into his suitcase.)
He sighed as he took a deep breath.
"I wonder if Tsu-hime is here..." Hayato murmured, a fond looks passed his eyes as nostalgia feeling sets into his heart. "It's been a while, really."
Hayato chuckled, before shaking his head.
"There's no way she's here, right?"
And no one replies his question.
Not that he wanted someone to reply, though.
With a shaky breath, he took a step forward to the place where she was.
To Namimori, he walks.
(And he walks to Namimori indeed, since there's no taxi on the location.)
A/N : ...I type too fast. This is short, though. You guys do think this is pretty short, right? It's going to be slightly longer next chapter, I don't know... But eh. I'm still open to request, you know. /wiggle eyebrows/ Hm... Ah, review if you want to, I'm not forcing you guys but it makes this person happy so much :3 Review if you want to, follow or fave if you want to, I'm not going to complain! In fact, I'm grateful.
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