Read at your own risk. This chapter gets a higher rating b/c copious amounts of Sly Blue and sassy, bored as all get out Lampo.
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Aoba's pov
"Ren!"
His name, spoken so breathlessly through his lips as he looked at him. It was so wonderful to see him, to hear his voice after what that imposter had showed him just moments ago.
But something felt wrong.
It was Ren but something wasn't right about him.
His eyes were glowing sinisterly, fangs were protruding from his mouth, claws where his hands should be.
And abruptly he pounced, eyes filled with anger, rage and bloodlust, fangs ready to sink deep into his skin tear it apart, tear him to shreds kill him.
Aoba felt his saber like teeth tear through the top layer of his clothing before a shout was heard and the feel of swift wind swishing so close to his face that it almost felt like someone had rushed passed him, and finally the sound of something heavy and solid being slammed to the ground.
Aoba opened his eyes, quickly seeing what had happened. The creature that Ren had become was subdued, body slammed to the invisible black floor by a man dressed like a priest, holding him down roughly in a head lock as he snarled, spit and struggled to get back up. Clawing at the unseen floor, eyes on Aoba all the while, bloodthirsty and crazed.
The man holding him down looked all but solid, with nothing but a strange blue and white tint outlining his being the only indication that he was somewhat different from Aoba. But when Ren turned to bite at the arm holding him down his fangs went right through the flesh, and he howled in pain as he bit into his very flesh.
A commotion in front of him made him turn back. The person who had been responsible for this was under the foot of a man with flaming red nearly pink hair, a fire like tattoo on the left side of his face and all around his crimson ruby red eyes and down the seeable part of his neck. Aoba watched as his look-a-likes arms were chained behind his back by another man, sandy blond almost gray hair and a black coat the only thing he could see as he had his back to him, and when he was done he did not turn around to face him, his hands were shacking. A fifth man stood by the upturned table he had knocked over only moments ago, looking in at the scene before him through troubled green eyes, eyes that met Aoba's and smiled reassuringly at him. One eye closed in an easygoing way, under the left side of his cheek was what appeared to be a flash of lightening.
"You're gonna be okay, Aoba,"
Behind him Aoba felt someone place a gentle hand on his shoulder and he looked to see a man in a pinstriped suit decorated with metals beside him. His golden yellow hazel eyes winding in shock at what he saw.
The man had bright orange flames embracing his hands and the middle of his forehead, even in his eyes it seemed and yet, the hand on his shoulder did not burn through his skin at all, on the contrary he only felt a gentle warmth there, like the warmth of a father placing a gentle hand on his favorite child. His golden eyes were looking down at him, so gently and warm that he soon felt some of his new found fear leave him.
"Its alright, you're safe now, Aoba. . ." he said in a voce filled with gentle concern.
"What's going on? Why is this happening?" he asked pathetically, looking over at Ren still under the mans hold. The hand on his shoulder seemed to tighten reassuringly and pulled him closer to his body.
"None of that is what really happened to you, and yet it is better if you don't remember what has truly become of you. However one of those fates is better then that. Forgive me. . . I truly wish there were a way to send you to Daemon unscathed."
"What..." Aoba didn't know what this man was talking about, but before he could say anything he felt his body start hovering away, a strange calmness unlike anything he had ever felt before took control of his body. He could't help but think that something about this felt so familure, he knew it even if he had never met the person before.
". . .Sei. . ."
He faded away, the mans voice following him as he went.
"We will be sending you to my mist guardian Daemon, where you will become stronger, Aoba. Grow stronger by protecting my heir, Grow strong to save your bother, Grow strong to protect those that are most dear to you, grow strong to protect yourself."
The man's words were all it took for Aoba to sleep, his cold body being moved by Sei's weakening power, just as the sound of a door being opened sounded through the open space and two sinister shadows appeared on the marble floor.
Sly's pov
Everything had been going so well up until this point, and now everything was going to sh*t. Vaguely he heard Restraint stop struggling but he didn't even bother to see if he was dead or not. The hell did it matter anyway? He wasn't coming out any time soon it seemed.
As he watched Aoba fade away, held down by these two he watched as the man slowly turned towards him, a look of absolute disgust in his eyes as he looked down at him. He didn't care, he was used to that.
As the man approached him Sly felt for the first time in a while a spark of fear for this man. He wasn't sure what he did but it hurt... It... hurt?
Slowly the sounds of foot prints soon echoed throughout the empty space and a pale faced, pale eyes someone walked forward skin bleached a flawless white all but invisible against the blackness that surrounded them all. He held Aoba's resemblance in every way and without asking Sly knew he didn't know but he knew that this was Sei... Aoba's twin brother.
. . . His brother.
Sei's eyes ghosted over him and fell on the blond haired man.
". . .Giotto. . ."
"Sei."
The two addressed each other with comfortable familiarity, as if they had known each other for some time. He watched as the dark haired man that had tackled Restraint to the ground walked over to them holding the annoying creature in his all-mate form in one hand.
". . .Is it done, is Aoba safe?" Sei asked breathlessly, looking between him and Giotto who nodded reassuringly at him.
"Thank goodness. . ." Sei said his voice so filled with relief it was little more then a whisper. His legs were shacking slightly but they did not give out. Sly noticed how transparent they looked.
Like he was vanishing before their very eyes.
"Thank you for this, Giotto."
"As a Vongola I could not allow myself to let something like this continue... I thank you for calling us here, Sei. We will be seeing to those two as well soon enough."
Oh. . . They were the type to wear their hearts on their sleeves were they?
He scoffed, rolling his head, and the foot in his back digging into his bones.
"Shut up. If it weren't for Primo's orders I would tear you apart piece by piece. But... you'd probably enjoy that wouldn't you?" Disgust filling the pink haired mans eyes, though he could't see. His voice was little more then a snarl as red flames appeared in his hands as he moved it closer to him. He could feel the hear and for once it did not feel pleasant.
". . .Wait. . ."
Though the voice was hardly above a whisper Sly felt the foot slowly come to a halt.
"Release him, please."
Just as slowly as before the weight on his back vanished, the arm cuffs as well. He sat up looking up at Sei standing right in front of him, eyes cast upon him.
"I never wanted it to be like this... I wanted to let Aoba accept you... I never got the chance for it..." That look in his eyes was somehow worse, so much worse then being locked inside of himself for so many years, neglected and forgotten about never wanted.
"But... there's still a chance, you are a part of Aoba... That is something that cannot be changed. Its manipulative but we have to do it." he turned his back on him and looked at the one named Giotto.
"Giotto I need to see your heir."
"Vongola Undicesimo?"
"Please, This is the only way..."
Sly lounged on his, or rather Aoba's large bed at his ease. Arms on the pillow folded behind his head and staring up at the dark ceiling, he hadn't bothered to put the lights on at all and he didn't want to in any case. The darkness was more comfortable with him. Aoba was asleep inside of himself and he would make sure he didn't do too much to wear his body out, not that he could seeing he was miles from anywhere.
Why the hell did rich people have to live so damn far away in the first place?
But that was fine, he supposed. After all he wanted to have some time in this body to think. His brow furrowed slightly in frustrastion.
Did he regret it? Yeah he did. At least a bit.
And it all thoroughly pissed him off.
Growling he turned his head sideways on the bed, his eyes quickly falling on the ring Aoba had set on the desk next to his bed. He reached a hand out and picked it up, glaring down at the symbols that seemed to weave in and out from inside moons and a single planet, and. . . something else that he couldn't quite make out and didn't care to. It sparked the instant it touched his skin, his eyes narrowed and he placed it on a finger.
It was far too flashy for his taste and yet it fit perfectly on Aoba's finger. As he looked at it he remembered Daemon's words to him.
"Power of illusions, huh?"
Well since he couldn't use Scrap anymore it was better then nothing.
Scoffing he placed it back on the side table.
~~~~~ ~~~~With Veritá and Daemon~~~~ ~~~~~
"Where did you get that box from, Veritá?"
She had been waiting for him to ask this she thought it strange for him to let it go for so long. His tone was not commanding. He was never too hard with her, and yet he would never let her get away with too much but just enough so she wouldn't become spoiled.
"And for that matter how did you know it would help him? They could have been Dying will pills for all you knew."
She wouldn't lie to him. How could she? Lie to the only one who had sowed her kindness? She was a terrible lier anyways. Heh, she had been named very well by him after all.
"Sei gave it to me."
"Sei?"
"He's Aoba's twin brother. He asked me to help Aoba accept Desire... He kinda looks like Squalo if he was born with no skin pigmentation and he let his hair grow out to to his feet and colorless eyes."
Daemon raised an amused eyebrow.
"I see... More colorless then Sqaulo's hmm? Nu-fu-fu I can't imagine that..." Daemon chuckling at the young child description before sitting down next to her on the bed and placing a hand on top of her head.
"He doesn't know about him. And he says he want's it to be that way. He. . . he looks so doll like. . . he said he and Aoba was born in a lab. He doesn't... Aniki..."
Daemon calmed her, a troubled look in his eyes as he listened to her. "I see. This has become quite a month for you, Veritá..." The girl suddenly huffed and fell into her bed but did not showing her back to him. Daemon simply rolled his eyes amused none the less by her actions.
"I didn't ask for this. I don't want a mafia and. . . and to make them protect me? If anything I should be. . ."
"We are protecting them, Veritá. If we hadn't changed Alidei's name his mother would have found him by now, and besides that Sawada Tsunayoshi will discover you sooner of later..."
"So what? Its not like he's not gonna have any other kids or something. . ." her voice trailed off and Daemon knew who she was thinking of, she was the reason she preferred to sleep a dreamless sleep.
"Do you hate him?"
"No, absolutely not. If I did that means I feel something for him."
"You are more like him then you realize..."
Veritá opened her eyes, dark bangs hiding her left eye so that her right was the only one Daemon could see the beautiful carmel brown glow, broken only by the scarlet hidden deep within.
"I know," she said in a deep cold voice.
"How the hell can something so dangerous be so damn cute . . . ?" Lampo wondered out loud as he held the small ball of fluff up in front of his face, examining him as best he could in the darkness. He was in sleep mode apparently and Sei had asked him not to touch his neck as that would wake him up. Other then that he was fine. Lampo didn't know why exactly he had told him to watch him but whatever.
He was sitting on the evicted gold and red chair, alone in the darkness that was broken only by what he thought to be broken floating chunks of rocks. Lampo frowned as he looked around this place. At least one hour had passed since Primo had taken every guardian apart from him and left to find and punish the trash and they still hand't returned. . . . At least he thought he had been an hour according to the watch that he had nicked from Lambo once. This new fangled technology. He chuckled at the dog in his hands.
"God I'm so bored!~" he winded suddenly, to nobody except a sleeping mechanical being of another persons super ego. He sighed dramatically, laying back in the plush chair until he slid nonchalantly to the nonexistent floor, holding Ren to his chest, absentmindedly stroking his deep fur and bored as all hell. His eyes soon fell on what appeared to be black colored plain checker pieces on the ground, they had fallen there when Aoba had knocked the table over in his fury at his other self, some broken and cracked littered all around. He didn't dare to touch them, he knew exactly what they were. Just being next to them made him shudder and he scooted a little ways away from them.
He sighed returning to lying on his back and holding Ren up in the air unaware of the sounds of soft footfalls echoing through the empty black space.
"Wish I could have gone with them, but I can't exactly say no to the Primo now could I, Ren? Yeah... that's right. Oh, hi Sei. ." Lampo looked to see a pair of white feet standing before him and then inclined his head up to see the rest of him.
Sei blinked down at the green haired man on the ground, but didn't say anything about it. He was used to the Lightening guardians strange behavior at this point. Sometimes he even made him laugh a bit.
"Hi, Lampo... may I have Ren please?"
"Sure, but I don't see what your gonna to with it," the green haired first generation guardian said and he carefully passed it to Sei. "I mean... err... You can't really say that you went out to buy it could ya?" Lampo said, gazing up at Sei with concern.
"I'm not taking him for myself I'm taking Ren to Veritá so she can give it to Aoba..." Sei said, smiling fondly down at the unconscious dog in his arms.
". . . You sure that's a good idea . . .?" Lampo's voice held a bit of skepticism in both of his eyes, understandably so Sei thought.
"Trust me, its fine. I wouldn't be doing it if I wasn't sure..."
"If you say so."
Sei nodded and walked away vanishing into the darkness. A moment passed before Lampo let out a bored exclamation.
He said he wouldn't do anything but he was bored as sh*t and he had no desire to go back inside any time soon. So here he was walking these long annoyingly twisting halls in the middle of the night, wondering if he made enough ruckus that annoying brit would come running. His eyes flashed as he saw a picture of that on the wall and he walked quickly away from him.
His ocean blue eyes seemed to follow him down the hall.
Bastard.
He was about to turn a corner when he stopped and looked at a door near the begging of another long hallway. He wasn't sure why but... something in him was telling him to open it, and it certainly wasn't Aoba. He tried to ignore it but it just wouldn't leave him alone. Cursing under his breath, he turned the knob to reveal a plain looking room his eyes falling on a sleeping Veritá under the covers with her back to him facing the wall so he could't see her face. His eyes narrowed, he had wanted to kill her, so badly, but now... well.
He looked away from her defenseless frame to look around her room. He was surprised that it was a lot smaller then what Aoba had been given. A small circular room with a dark carpet. A simple ceiling fan and a large desk and a place for writing where books were stacked upon, plain windows where the moonlight was streaming through facing the dark woods outside.
Strange, he thought, to let someone so young have a room that would no doubt scare the living shit out of them if they heard a sound in the middle of the night. He was about to leave but when she turned on her back to lay on her side he froze in his tracks. There, wrapping in her arms was Restraint in the small all mates body and clutched against her chest, unaware, it seemed, she even had him. He appeared to be in sleep mode, his tongue still out like the broken trash he was.
Desire sucked in his breath and felt his shared body grow cold... How can this even be? First those damn pills and now this?! He soon felt his feet moving by themselves as before he knew it he was standing in front of the girls bed, his shadow cast by the moonlight hanging sinisterly over her bed, like the fabled boogie man ready to stuff her in a sack.
He rolled his eyes at that.
Did she find him somewhere in the garden like with Aoba? Doubtful, she would have asked him if this belonged to him.
Slowly, his eyes on her face all the while, he reached a hand out and wrapped it slowly around the arm that held Restraint in them, trying hard not to wake the sleeping girl up and began to slowly pry it away, however as he did so she moved and he felt a momentarily tug on his hair that sent a sharp vibration through up his scalp and it took all he had to bite back a moan and not wake the girl up. But that didn't matter because in a matter of moments he was lying on top of the girl, barely an inch away from her face so he could smell her breath, his hand still wrapped around hers was now holding her arm down at her side and his other...
Well... shit.
Before he could even more Sly heard a soft noise beside the bed and was soon glaring up in Daemon's eyes. The two of them glared at each other for a moment.
"The hell are you looking at, old man?" he smirked, eyes flashing in a dangerous glow.
Daemon's eyes seemed to flash, a spade like image appearing in the right but before he could pull him off her-
". . .Huh. . .?"
Sweating slightly Sly gazed down to look upon half open mismated eyes, a moment passed before the sleep was all but cleared from them, leaving pure shock in them which was nothing when she felt where his hands were.
"D. . ."
"Its not what you think," Sly muttered quickly, moving from the bed as fast as he could, he wasn't as quick as he thought he was because the girl had kicked him sending him flying to the bed and onto the floor to land at Daemon's feet
"Ah that hurt..." Sly sighed, but then his eyes widened in shock. What... that hurt...
Oh... no...
"What the hell!" Vertá muttered holding Restraint to her as if thinking he was some pillow. He sure as hell was fluffy enough to be one. Daemon stood in front of her glaring down at him.
"You, your Desire aren't you?! The hell are you up to?"
"What's with that, Its not like I did anything to you..." Sly scoffed, but none the less her attitude surprised him, he expected her to be crying her eyes out on the pillow, have her dear aniki do all the work and shush pat her afterwards as if she were a baby. Didn't she know what was going on? Was she stupid or something? Maybe Daemon just didn't bother informing her about how f*ucked up the world really is.
"Oh... as if Desire isn't enough of a dead giveaway already."
Sly blinked at her statement. Perhaps this girl had more brains then he thought.
This girl had guts.
"Yeah, your right but I have no desire for you anyway, I just came in here to get Restraint!"
"Huh?" as if she just realized she held something she looked down at the mass of dark blue fluff in her arms.
"He, just like me is another part of Aoba, his Restraint... He's very dear to him and-" the rest of his words were drowned out by swift footfalls thundering down the halls way.
"Are you alright, Veritas!?" Saara shouted as he and Alidei burst into the room. Looking from her to Deamon to who he thought was Aoba.
"Aoba you... Your not Aoba," he said as he looked into his eyes.
Sly rolled his eyes "He said you were her guardian?" he said, pointing a finger behind him to Daemon. "Well a fine ass job your doing, no really your as good as the mutt was at giving advice to Aoba... And look where that got him surprised he wasn't in Toue lab..."
Saara and Alidei both stiffened at his response.
"What the hell did you do with Aoba?!"
Sly sighed, clapping his hands together once.
"Yeah forget this... I came out to have a good time any I'm honestly feeling so attack right now. Screw this I'm going back. Just make sure you give that to Aoba." he said half turning to Veritá before he closed his eyes and when they opened back up again they were not glowing a bright gold as if on fire but a soft blue.
Aoba blinked a few times before his eyes focused. Veritá scooped the dog up in her hands and walked off the bed.
Sei. . you love your brother don't you...
"He came out, didn't he?" he asked looking around the room. "What..."
"He came and went, don't worry about it. But he said... this is yours?" Veritá asked holding Ren out to him. Aoba's eyes widened in shock before he took Ren from her hands holding him carefully in his arms, like a china doll in the hands of a worried collector.
"Ren. . ." he whispered in a breathless voice. He could hardly believe it.
"Is he sleeping?" Saara asked looking down at it.
"Yeah... just a second." Aoba moved his hand to his back pressing down on something hidden in the deep fur, there was a noise like a computer starting up and the dog opened his eyes gazing at everybody in the room before turning to Aboa.
"Aoba... Aoba is that you?!" Ren asked, studying his face intently.
"That's a lot of noise for such a small creature. . ." Alidei said blinking a few times. Saara snickered behind his hands. After that Daemon told them to go to bed and rest eyes lingering on Aoba all the while.
... ... . .. . . ... ... ...
"I missed you, Ren," Aoba said softly as he held him to his forehead fond memories resurfacing as he did so. He was back in his room sitting on his bed.
"I missed you as well, baby." Ren cooed wagging his fluffy tail back and forth, licking Aboa's face gently.
"That again?" Aoba chuckled, placing the dog all-mate on the bed and moved to turn off the light. As he did so Ren moved to lie on his lap, but stopped the moment he saw his legs.
"Aoba is something wrong?"
"Hmm?"
"Your legs... they do not seem to be real, they are not showing up on my readings in any case. Your eyes as well, and they are a different color..."
Aoba momentarily stopped, his fingers on the chain of the lamp at his bedside. He was about to tell Ren that he would tell him later, that he needed to go to sleep when the pup carefully placed a paw on his leg, a claw softly dragging across the skin leaving no mark upon it at all mist appearing instead of blood. Ren looked intently up at Aoba as if trying to see something. The blue haired young man only realized that this was some sort of test when he didn't even flinch in pain and Ren's eyes filled with worry, vaguely he felt his inner self watching him from within his being sitting there next to him on the bed.
"Aoba. . . what happened to you?" Ren wined up at him, he sounded worried, so much so that Aoba feared that he would break down. Sighing, he scooped the worried pup up in his hands and smiled gently at the pup flopping down on the pillows as he did so. Ren pocking his hand with his cold nose
"Aoba. . ."
"Its. . . a long story, Ren..." Aoba whispered to him, holding the ball of fluff up to his forehead again.
... ... ... . . . ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Daemon listened to what Giotto was telling him, his eyes wide in shock, his entire body shacking in a cold fury.
"I see... What did you do with them then Primo?"
"As what they are I simply could not allow them to live after what they did to Aoba. They will not be tormenting Sei any longer either."
"So then that only leaves... He wasn't... This isn't like you, Primo..."
"He is fine. He is still alive in his world."
Daemon nodded, hi didn't need to know the rest and frowned.
"Did you really think that was that better for him?" Giotto didn't have to answer, they both knew. How many times had they seen the faces of those who had been used to their limit, if only to be broken again and again by their tormentors, carried out like dolls when they were found by the Vongola, uncared by anyone else for so very long?
He looked up as what can only be called Giotto's will given movement came closer to him.
"Thank-you Daemon for looking after Veritá..." The Mist gazed into the eyes of the Sky and smiled.
"No. Its my sworn duty, boss. It is my honor to look after any of your blood after all."
They shook hands and now more then ever Primo felt true peace with his Mist Guardian.
Special bonus end. Not (utter) crack. . . .'Kay some of it is.
The two of them started at each other for a moment before the clown spoke.
"Mmm. . . Sup' bitch?" Lampo mumbled, barely opening his eyes to look at him, hardly even sitting on the chair when he had appeared back in the space he had created in Aoba's mind.
"I'm not your bitch..." Sly hissed.
"You are if I say you are."
Sly growled angrily.
"Shut up! Look... I won't be hurting Aoba anymore damn it!"
"Oh? Good for you..." Lampo said, slowly clapping his hands in an strained enthusiastic response. "No seriously, look at all the feels I have from hearing that..." the green haired clown continued as he moved his arms together to form an arch through the air.
"Shut up! How the hell can he even do that anyway?!"
"Because the Primo's a boss ass bitch, bitch." Lampo answered simply.
The chair Lampo was sitting on disappeared, sending him land painfully on the flat of his back on the ground before he could get up Sly had straddled his hips eyes glowing dangerously gripping his shirt bringing them face to face.
"You really piss me off you know that. You talk so big but is that all it is? Did lightening fry your brain or something?"
"Oi get off me..."
"Talk shit, get hit."
"Which means you should be getting hit all the time it seems, to the extreme." A voice hissed next to his ear knocking him to the ground, and as he looked up all of them were surrounding the clown protectively.
The one known as Giotto glared at him for a moment before turning to Lampo.
"Are you alright, Lampo?" he asked softly.
"Yeah..." the lightening guardian said, wiping the blood from his nose. "Don't worry about me, Primo Its not like I can feel it. I mean, were already dead, aren't we? Wills come to life?"
"Tch what are you all crowding around him for. Who the hell are you, how do you people know Sei anyway. What the hell is going on!?"
Giotto turned to him eyes cutting through him like glass and he moved the few paces to where he was stopping a few feet away from him.
"Desire... The need for the basic instant to satisfy any and every want both needless and senseless. I pity you..." the man said gazing at those cold clear unchangeable eyes.
Sly was taken aback but these words but he soon felt a rage unlike any he had felt before corse through his being.
"You pity me? You pity me! You think I want your pity?! HA! If you want to pity someone pity that little granddaughter of yours. See if you'll look twice at her after when I'm done with her! Her dearly beloved great grandfather!"
*Giotto's eyes flashed and before Sly could move he punched him, hard sending him flying to the ground. The pain from the hit radiated throughout his body making it hard to stand up. What had once been something so amazing to him was now gone and when he placed a hand on his nose he knew that he was bleeding.
"Damn it... What the hell did you do to me!?" Sly shouted pulling at his mess of hair roughly sending pain radiating up his scalp, sending a wonderful fire throughout his body and a bit of droll escaped through his mouth.
"Nmh..."
"Oh do stop... you're getting yourself everywhere..." Lampo sighed, closing his eyes and imitating the same motions he had done to Lambo when he had first set eyes on him
"I did not do any thing concerning your preference for pain." Giotto said evenly as he sat on the chair and eyeing him through those glass cut eyes. "Get up or sit there, whichever is fine. We are going to talk and you are going to listen."
I had far too much fun with Lampo's lines then really I should have.
*Can someone please draw an angry pissed off as all hell Giotto for me? Please? We only ever see him as sad, depressed, serious or happy, when he's with Tsuna at least. Oh well, he'd probably look like the tenth anyway when he's mad in Dying will mode. Or maybe Giotto is too much of a boss to be bothered to be pissed off by anybody.
