Azami had a bad feeling. Considering who her brother was and who she herself was, that wasn't surprising. There was more than a few people out to get the both of them, for varying reasons.
But what was surprising was the sheer dread she felt. Dread she hadn't felt since Naraku and his schemes. Dread that she was certain she would never feel again after his defeat.
Azami sighed as she sat down on the floor of her bedroom. Maybe she was being paranoid but she felt that the feeling of dread was linked to whoever had managed to get into her room and leave those notes.
"They left a weirdly specific type of flower though. A white orchid. I don't think I've ever shown much of an interest in that flower," she pondered aloud. "Whoever left it must've had a specific reason for doing so."
"Saisho, Ni-ban and San-ban. I need you to do something for me."
"What, Azami-sama?"
"Something is going to happen. I want you to get into contact with Sesshomaru, tell him Yoso no Azami sent you. He'll listen. Let him know that something big is coming, something that will shake the world as we know it. Prepare back ups of every file we have, in case the originals are destroyed. Most importantly of all, find somewhere you can retreat to incase this building is attacked."
"Whatever's coming must be bad for you to want to get in contact with Sesshomaru," San-ban observed.
Azami closed her eyes and smiled slightly. "Heh, it promises to be. Leave for Tokyo as soon as I get back, there's something Sesshomaru will need."
Azami hummed to herself as she read one of the few books that told the story of the Shikon Miko. She might have lived through it and known how the story ended but it was a good way to get a quick laugh out of some of the mistakes they made.
Such as Kagome having an affair with Koga and Miroku. She'd choked on her laughter at that one, it was priceless. There was also the one about Naraku having an unhealthy obsession with her, she had just laughed at that one for the fact it sounded like some trashy teenage romance novel.
Of course, her reading was interrupted by the sound of the Ten Year Bazooka going off.
Azami sighed. "That time already?" she asked herself rhetorically, standing up. She picked up the hoodie, t-shirt and jeans she'd laid out on her bed and changed into them. She quickly put on her boots, grabbed Ketsueki Sakenomi from its hiding place and tucked the pictures of her future self into the pocket of her hoodie before picking up the Ten Year Bazooka.
Azami smiled grimly. "Time to save the world," with that quiet declaration, she, held up the bazooka to her head then added almost as an afterthought, "again."
She pulled the trigger.
Azami looked around at the ruined part of Namimori she had appeared in. Her ears picked up the sound of people moving swiftly towards her.
'I could take care of them with either a sword or with fire," she debated between those two options even as she turned around to look at the darkly dressed group of people.
"You know what sounds fun?" she asked them in an almost conversational tone, clicking her fingers and engulfing her hands in fire. "Burning you to a crisp."
They never really stood a chance. A fire took root beneath them, inside of them, around them and she helped it grow. She struck the flint, the match and let it all burn away. It was strangely cathartic. Her paranoia had dulled and she was able to think clearly again.
Azami turned in the direction she could feel Sesshomaru coming from. She watched him appear from one of the side streets, his green servant following close behind.
'Stoic as ever, I see,' she thought idly, her quick eyes taking in the inu daiyōkai for the first time in about five hundred years. 'He hasn't changed much, that's the same armour he was wearing in the Feudal era, just modernized slightly.'
The silent stare off was broken by the silver haired man. "Cat."
"Dog," She returned, an amused smirk on her face as she looked at the man.
"Hnn."
"Still a stoic bastard I see," Azami commented blithely, her head tilted slightly to the side.
Predictably, the green imp took offence to that. "How dare you insult Lord Sesshomaru!"
"I think we have more important things to worry about then me insulting Sesshomaru, wouldn't you agree Jaken?" she asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.
The imp's face grew solemn, he understood what she meant. A quick nod of the head proved that.
"Well," she clapped her hands together decisively. "Time to figure out how to prevent the end of the Vongola and life as we know it."
It didn't take much effort to follow her nose and find the underground Vongola hideout. Sesshomaru had left with Jaken to take care of things in his territory. He might have said something about making sure Rin's descendant was safe but she hadn't been paying attention.
Azami walked through the corridors until she came to a stop in front of a door, behind which she could hear voices.
She didn't care about being polite and knocking, she threw the door open and stood with her hands on her hips. The inhabitants stare back at her.
"Azami-nee!" her brother, wrapped in bandages, exclaimed and started to stand up.
"Sit down, Tsuna," there was a slight hint of an order in her tone as she crossed the room to give him a quick hug.
He awkwardly hugged her back with his one good arm and, if he hugged her a little tighter than she hugged him, neither of them say anything.
"Tell me what is going on," Azami asked as soon as she had pulled away from him. "Please," she tacked on as an afterthought.
As soon as the door to her room swung shut, she collapsed backwards against it and slid down to the floor. There's bile boiling in the pit of her stomach and Azami doesn't think that she'd be able to keep it down if it came to that.
Saisho, Ni-ban, Shippo and Tsuki are all dead and she thinks she might have figured out who had been leaving the gifts in her room.
The first one had been a white orchid. The name Byakuran meant "white orchid". Could it have been a coincidence? Highly unlikely, all things considered.
Azami breathed in and out, in and out, until it no longer felt like she was about to throw up. That would have been pathetic. She'd faced worse things than someone trying to take over the world being obsessed with her.
She could do this.
"Byakuran-sama?"
"Hmm?" the man turned away from the window to look at the White Spell member who had just entered his office.
"I have a report. Tsunami Sawada was spotted in Namimori by members of Black Spell 5th. When they attempted to engage with her, they were burned alive."
"As was to be expected. Tsunami, even on her own, is one of the strongest allies Vongola has," Byakuran turned back to the window. "You are dismissed."
He waited until the messenger had left before chuckling quietly to himself. "So you are now here, precious thing. I wonder how you reacted to the gifts I left for you."
Byakuran turned away from the window at last and looked over at the photo of Azami he had on his desk. "Knowing you, you probably became paranoid when you couldn't find out who did it," a slightly insane smile spread across his face. "You'll find out soon, precious thing. I can assure you of that."
Lmao, Byakuran finally shows up for real, Azami is paranoid and intelligent enough to connect the dots and I wound up cutting a character from this rewrite entirely.
Fun times.
Guess who wrote a thing somewhat based on Azami X Byakuran without using names and posted it to my Tumblr? This jerk, that's who!
