Ch 4 A Glorified Errand Girl - Tries her Hand at Disciplining
"So he's failing all his classes?" she mused to Iemitsu's wife, plucking the displaced oranges from where they had tumbled out of Nana's shopping bag.
She gushed out a cheery 'thank you' as she accepted the fruit before replying in an upbeat tone. "Tsu-kun is pretty abysmal at everything he does."
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." She muttered underneath her breath. Nana remained oblivious to her snip. "Have you tried home tutors?"
Her eyes rounded, glistening, "Would you be willing to teach Tsuna? You seem like someone with very good grades Mira-chan."
She screwed an impassive countenance onto her face. Inside she was full on panicking at the prospect of spending time with Iemitsu's overgrown sperm. She droned, "I'm also failing all my classes."
Nana watched her carefully trying to pick up a hint of joking edge. When she didn't find any, her eyebrows drew together in concern. "Oh no, dearie. You're in your third year right? It's quite important to do well. That won't do at all. How about you come over and study with Tsu-kun?" she clapped her hands together in excitement, successfully cutting across Camilla's vehement denial. "That'll be perfect! Study dates will help the two of you get back in shape." She began tugging the girl who was shocked out of commission to her home. "It'll be fun. You'll get along so well! Call me Mama."
Her eternally bored profile could not look any more unimpressed. From his uncontrollable fluff of poodle hair to the wimpy manner he held himself. She squinted long and hard for any sign of redeeming qualities. There were none.
"Are you quite done?" she managed to utter out after the boy had stared at her for the past ten minutes, gaping like a constipated fish. She eyed him shaking his head and retreating hastily into the wall. She rose from her impromptu chair stacked high from the porno magazines Tsuna had carelessly stored around his bedroom. Approaching him like how a predator might approach its prey, she watched him melt into his background muttering to some god for the ground to swallow him. Camilla didn't know if she was to be torn between annoyance, or amusement. She would find later on that this was a common occurrence when it came to Sawada Tsunayoshi.
When he realised she wasn't going to move any closer he peeked open his eyes slowly. Camilla held her hands in claws at either side of her face and in a bored tone she gave a dispassionate, "Boo."
He startled, letting out a high pitched yelp and shrunk into a foetal position at her feet. She decided this boy was not worth her time in the least. Perching herself back on her makeshift chair she extracted her mobile from a pocket and long pressed the 1 key. Pushing the device to her ear she waited for it to dial exactly three times before a familiar voice picked up.
"Ciaossu."
"You need to get me out of here." She spoke in rapid Italian.
Reborn's voice was much more relaxed as he took his time to reply. The damned baby was sipping espresso. "What's the matter?"
"It's worse than what the reports have said." Her eyes flickered to the boy still cowering on the floor who now wore a confused expression. "He's an unexpected abomination."
"That's a surprising insight considering you're well aware of his relation to Iemitsu."
She switched back to Japanese, staring straight into his eyes as she spoke. "He's a bumbling idiot that's capable of tripping over his own stupidity. His presence holds less importance than a house fly and he certainly doesn't offer any more than one either." Despite her monotonous tone, it seemed her sentiments had been conveyed perfectly. Tsuna whimpered. She continued, "The best part is, I currently have a stack of sexy naked ladies under my arse." Tsuna's face darkened to a deep red.
There was a long silence on the other end. Then a loud thwack. "You better hurry it up Pipsqueak Dino."
"Dorothy is there?" That particular nickname sprouted from Camilla's expressive imagination as she compared Dino's shaggy hair to a dead golden retriever of the same name that she used to feed chocolates to when she had been younger.
"My no-good student was trying to eavesdrop on our conversation." He said simply and another bang of a gun sounded.
Camilla dismissed the muffled squeal in the background. "Prof, you need to help me."
Another silence that was eventually permeated by a long slurping sound of an over exaggerated sip of coffee. "I didn't expect the situation to be so dire, you almost sound sincere. I'll see what I can do. Dino will just have to pick up his slack so that I can leave sooner." The line proceeded to dial tone.
Camilla pocketed the phone once again. She gestured to Tsuna with a beckoning finger. He shuffled forwards nervously. Tapping the side of his head with her knuckles she asked, "Have you been dropped on the head as a kid?"
He didn't answer the question but instead posed his own, eyes meeting hers with purpose. "W-what are you doing in my room?"
She let her arm drop to her side. Apparently the boy had grown some balls. She briefly wondered if it was because she called him out on his teenage sexual indulgences. "I'm supposed to be studying with you. We can help each other 'get into shape'. Has Mama not told you?"
His eyes rounded at that, "Hieee, you're going to be teaching me? And why are you calling her so familiarly?"
"I'm not teaching you, I'm studying with you." She then cocked her head inquisitively. "And Mama is Mama, what do you call her?"
Tsuna blushed at her uncharacteristic display of childish innocence. She's kinda pretty when she's not insulting me, he thought in a moment of insanity. He shook his head frantically, this girl was absolutely crazy, no way in hell did he just think she was cute.
"Well, I'm currently quite busy. Mama just suggested I meet you for today. I'll come visit again tomorrow." Tsuna was screaming in his head for her not to inconvenience herself, he really didn't care for another visit.
Camilla pried open the window, sticking one foot out experimentally. "Dame-Tsuna, my name's Mira. You seem awful with memorisation but do try to not forget." Without a backwards glance she flung herself off the ledge. Despite wanting her to leave desperately, Tsuna wasn't the kind to wish death upon anyone. He threw his body to the window and looked down in fear. Instead of finding her broken body, he saw that she had already vacated the area and was no longer anywhere in sight.
She perused through the documents, matching faces to names. None of these hits seemed to require any particular effort nor prior arrangement. It seemed they had been roughly organised just to occupy her whilst she stayed in Namimori, babysitting Iemitsu's dumb progeny. She guessed it wouldn't be difficult to knock off a gang or two tonight. Throwing a trench coat over her default dress, she strapped in two guns into her holster. Not that she would be using them, but it was the thought that counted.
Her boots were soundless against the musty carpet of the abandoned building that had formerly been occupied by a real estate agency. A dim light glowed from further down the hallway along with the muffled noises of people conversing. Pushing her back against the wall just beside the doorway, she chanced a peer at what the men inside were doing. A band of them were drawing packets of blue and white powder out of large duffel bags and were counting them diligently before stacking them upon the table. A large man was lounging upon the couch, smoking a cigar. Two men in sharp black suits flanked him. Yakuza. Why were they involved with small time gang members? She eyed the batons that had been casually casted aside, nestling against the back wall and then registered the lack of firearms attached to their bodies.
It was workable.
She revealed herself from behind the wall. The men in suits noticed first but before they were able to act on it, Camilla stopped them with a palm in the air, requesting silence.
"I have an important question boys." She scrutinised the room in more detail. "Does anyone here own a gun, or currently has one with them?"
They stared at her in confusion before one of the lackeys whom she identified was charged with the mental arithmetic aspect of drug dealing barked out a loud guffaw. "What? Are you going to confiscate it from us or something? Huh, girlie?"
She shrugged. "Something like that."
The humour dropped from their faces. They tensed.
"So nobody's going to give me a straight answer then?" she nodded as if in understanding. "That's fine I guess, doesn't really make a difference." Her right hand shot out, nailing the man through the heart in a burst of brilliant golden flames. As she extricated her blood coated hand, a disgusting squelch resounded across the room. They stared in horror as their ally dropped to the ground with a hollow thud. Their attention immediately returned to the monster who had just downed one of their men in a single effortless stroke. Her flames flickered and sparked up irregularly like it had a mind of its own – a mind on the brink of insanity.
Her eyes gleamed from their natural green to a blinding thunder yellow. It wasn't a trick of light, this bitch was dangerous – it crossed their minds a second too late as they were felled like trees. She was about to turn and finish off the last one when she heard the unfortunate sound of a gun cocking to the side of her head.
"What is the mafia doing in Japan?" he spoke in broken English. She tilted her head minutely to appraise the Yakuza leader. She watched him for a long time, eyes following the bead of sweat that was slowly trickling down the side of his face. Then, a leisurely smile crossed her face. Her eyes crinkled into a well-meaning smile.
"So you did have a gun after all." Before he could pull the trigger, the hand holding the gun was severed completely from his body. All he could feel was an explosive burning sensation running the length of his arm as he let out a low guttural moan. The gun clattered to the table noisily. Fishing out a photo from inside her bra, she placed it beside his face. "Karaku Wakane. You look much better in person." Her voice was not in the least mocking, just stating in a matter of fact manner. "Have a safe trip." His head rolled to the ground unceremoniously.
She sent a text message encasing the address to a contact titled 'Home cleaners' and promptly stalked out the building, wiping her hands on a handkerchief she pilfered from Wakane. She turned a few corners that she vaguely recognised and ambled forwards in a daze.
A dark figure began making its way towards her. She strained her eyes to determine their identity as the streetlight casted itself upon its face. His illuminated features gave way to who she belatedly realised was the disciplinary head of the middle school she was stationed in. What was his name again? Her mind stumbled and stuttered. Hibari…Hibari Kyoya. Something in her snapped and the haze dissipated in a brief moment of revival. She sent the handkerchief into ashes and folded her hands behind her back. He frowned at the sight of her. "Herbivore, what are you doing so late at night?"
"Hibari Kyoya." She acknowledged lethargically. She alluded with a nod of the head to the neighbourhood around them. "I live here."
He seemed to accept the answer and continued past her. Her shoulders relaxed as she moved to take a step forward.
"Herbivore." She stopped in her tracks. His sharp grey eyes impaled her to the spot. His footsteps drew near at a dangerously tantalising pace. His breath suddenly fanned across the shell of her ear. "You smell of blood." And just as quickly the heat from his presence disappeared off her back. A ghost of a smirk flitted cross his face as he retreated, falling back into the darkness of the street.
She made it ten steps in front of her before her vision hazed and she crashed against the wall. Consciousness escaped her.
A/N Last chapter to carry the story along. Hope you guys got a feel for our lunatic of a heroine. Until next time!