Hiya there! xD Well, it's been like half a year since I made an update... not that anyone was waiting for this story to continue. x_x I did get quite a few story alerts, and I'm happy some of you want to read my story. :3
Though I would like to note that I've changed the story around a lot, so I advise you reread the updated chapter 1.
Anyway, after you've done that, of course read this chapter! xD
This chapter was actually waaaay longer than this, but because of it's length I decided to split it up to 2 chapters, since a lot of stuff happens. So unfortunately, the "accident" doesn't happen in this chapter, but you do get to to meet... someone! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! The only thing that belongs to me is my OC character!
- Chapter 2 -
~ Stirrings ~
Alice
"I'm going to kill that Reborn!" I said, punching the bed furiously. I stopped after a while, and sat on the bed fuming angrily to myself.
What is Reborn thinking, housing me in here? I've been stuck in here for like a week! That sly bastard, locking the exits from the outside. The next time I meet him I'm going to beat the living daylights out of him!
Lying on the bed, I decided to go over the things I read in the documents, having nothing better to do. Apparently I was to stay in this dump for another week or so. Then, after Sawada Tsunayoshi gets used to Reborn, he'll release me from this prison and have me move into that kid's house. Well, I shouldn't really say that, since we're basically the same age…
I rolled over and saw that it was only 1 in the afternoon. Staring daggers at the clock, I suddenly had a very large urge to plot how to wipe Reborn's existence from this planet. While doing so, my eyes soon became heavy and I drifted to a deep sleep.
However, what I dreamed of brought along some unwanted memories of the very long past.
~ Alice's Dream ~
Narrator
Alice slowly gets up from the floor, her body aching all over and unable to open her eyes.
It smells like a fire, thought Alice.
She opens her eyes, and as they gradually cleared and focused, it revealed a tremendously horrifying scene.
Bodies. Countless numbers of bodies were at her feet, fresh warm blood pooling out of their gaping wounds. She herself was covered in blood, of which she was sure was not her own.
Staring wide-eyed, she looked around her frantically, unable to recognize her surroundings. Standing beside her was another person, a child, who was also covered in blood. Flames were building over the bodies from a match that had been thrown by the boy. He was smiling a very wicked grin and said "Weaklings! Every single one of them. It makes me wonder why I didn't kill them from the start."
At that point Alice was completely frightened and perplexed, dropping to the floor again, shivering uncontrollably. As more men blasted through a door, Alice watched in dread as the boy killed each person gruesomely with an already blood stained hatchet.
As they all fell to the ground, the boy turned to her and asked "What are you hesitating for? You're the one that started killing them first after all."
Alice
Arms flailing, I snapped out of the dream, heart pounding. The shivering continued, as more memories popped into my head, picture after picture of terrible actions of not only what that boy had done, but I did as well.
Shoving them away to the farthest corner of my mind, I flung out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I rubbed my face furiously with water, as if it could erase my ugly memories.
When I was finally satisfied, I went glumly to the kitchen and just sat at the table, trying hard not to think of anything.
Time passed quickly, and when I looked at the clock again it was already 6 o' clock.
Getting up, I slowly made my way to the bedroom, with no particular reason in mind.
All of a sudden, there was an explosion, and my instincts made me take cover back in the kitchen, just in time before the bedroom wall had been blown to pieces, drywall flying in every direction. Thick smoke filled the apartment, blocking my vision, making me unable to see who or what had caused the blast.
Quickly, I made sense of this situation. An attack? No, only Reborn should know that I'm in Japan. Wait, does that mean he's pulling a prank on me? That little runt! I swear there's going to b-
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a male's voice.
"Hah! I've finally enhanced their explosive power! With my new and improved dynamites, the 10th generation Vongola successor will be defeated easily!"
Oh lord, a weirdo with a dynamite fetish. I started to sigh, but ended up coughing from breathing in the smoke. Darn, I think his idiocy is rubbing off on me. I mean, who tests out a dynamite in a building? He might as well commit suicide.
However, getting back to business, he seems to be affiliated with the Mafia in some way, as he just said he was going to kill the person that was my very reason for me being in Japan.
Slowly, the smoke subsided and I peered behind the wall to get a look at the idiot. His back was facing me, and strung along his body were ropes of dynamites. Damn, he's pretty hardcore.
I turned back into my corner an thought about how to get his attention. When I looked at him again, a sudden idea popped into my head.
Chuckling to myself, I jumped up from my cover, pointed at him, and exclaimed "Octopus Head!"
He turned around and yelled angrily "Who are you calling an Octopus Head!"
I responded just as angrily,"Who else? The idiot that tried to blow up this whole apartment of course!"
"I'm not an idiot! And I wasn't trying to blow up the apartment, stupid. You obviously have to test out your weapon before you try to kill someone with it." He humphed and turned his head to the side.
Wow. He's such a little kid. But mention of killing had reminded that this idiot was planning to kill my protectee.
Damn, why does the Vongola 10th already have people hunting for his head! With this, I just knew my life was going to be a rough battle with this Tsunayoshi boy.
Sighing again, I said to the idiot "So, what are you going to do now? Kill the Vongola kid or be kicked in the ass by me?"
Sensing the immediate change of mood, he scowled and asked "Are you part of the Mafia?"
Ugh, I hate that question. "Let's just say I'm supposed to be protecting the kid that you're about to go blow up."
"Hmph, you can't stop me, not when you already know that I've improved the quality of my dynamites." He said, getting out more explosives.
Aww crap, he's seriously going to fight in here! He's such an idiot. It's like he doesn't care that he's endangering everyone in the building! Quickly, I thought of how I could get him out of here, with me kicking the crap out of him or not.
Suddenly I had it. Unfortunately it didn't involve the butt kicking, but it does involve more work for Reborn to deal with, and I'm satisfied with that.
"Hey, who ever said I was going to stop you? Go ahead and try to kill that kid, I don't care."
Confused, he asked warily, "You're not going to stop me? Didn't you just say you're supposed to be protecting him?"
"Yeah I'm hired to protect him, but they didn't say I had to do a good job doing it."
"Huh" he said. After thinking a while he added "I guess that makes sense, if you were supposed to protect him you would actually be with him. Now I get it."
"Yup, so can you leave now? I sort of have to clean up this mess because of you" I replied, losing patience.
Putting away his dynamites, he said "Oh, uhh, sorry about that. I'll help you after I go beat up that guy."
"Sure, whatever" I said, knowing full well that the idiot would probably get beaten up so badly he would come crying to me tomorrow about why I let him go.
You''ll never guess who the Octopus Head was! :D err, actually it's kind of obvious, but I hope you enjoyed the chapter~
On to chapter 3!