A/N: Here it is, Part 10! FINALLY, I am able to post. I was having quite a few of technical difficulties uploading for the past week, but here it is. Enjoy reading!
Chapter 10
Tsuna had completely broken down.
He used to be infamous for his cool disposition and calm personality, but the past few years had tarnished his reputation.
He became a man dictated by his wrath. And at this moment he was furious.
It was ten hours after the security breach, and the incompetence of the supposedly renowned talent of the Vongola was testing his patience. He was growing infinitely impatient, all of the staff had been running around after the invasion, trying to find its origins and the identities of who were responsible. All they needed was a name, possibly a motive, and he would be on his way.
Who had dared to cross him, were they mad? The Vongola was the undisputed authority in this territory, and it wasn't a secret that those who defied their word would be severely punished.
But then again, this wasn't some arbitrary attack. It was clear from the beginning that this was a remarkably ingenious plan on the part of the enemy. Whoever it was, intended on kidnapping his fiancé, and only his fiancé.
There were no other casualties that resulted from the trouble that was caused. Everyone else was accounted for, few people were injured, and if they were it was because of the panic that had ensued after. No one even came in contact with the assailants. These people were obviously efficient, and indubitably powerful.
The similarities between this attack and the one that had resulted in Kyoko's coma were so close to each other that it scared him. Why was it that whoever he fell in love with, ended up in the face of such danger?
It was early morning now, and Tsuna hadn't caught a wink of sleep. He sat in his own respective office, sitting in the recliner located behind his desk. He was alone, he didn't want anyone to see him in such a distressed state. Both of his elbows were on the surface of the table, his head caught in his hands, his fingers in his hair.
He had been waiting for hours on word of Haru's status. He was sure that she hadn't just wandered off the estate by herself; their quarrel hadn't escalated to the point where she would run off without thinking. The only conclusion that was left was that she had been taken hostage. The only thing he could be thankful for was that they hadn't executed her.
If these enemies were strongly bent on eliminating Haru, they would have taken her life the second that they found her alone. They wouldn't wait and spend the effort to sneak her out of his territory if they truly wanted to kill her.
He was growing more frustrated by the minute.
The Vongola was the best of the best. It possessed the best fighters, the most prominent of thinkers, strategists, and doctors. Anyone in comparison to their prestige, even the most deadly of famiglias were considered simple thugs. How difficult could it be to track down a group of brutes?
But even though his mind was being thrown with feelings of frustration, anger, and impatience, the one thing that he couldn't get off of his mind was guilt.
Even if he didn't mean for everything to turn into the mess it had, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was responsible.
He was plagued with countless 'what ifs'. What if he had been more gentle, and they wouldn't have fought? What if he hadn't been so hard on her? What if he had only stayed with her, or at least accompanied her inside? Would she be safe now, sleeping soundly in her room?
His eyes closed slowly as he started remembering the moment he had last been with her. He had lied to her, about seeing Kyoko in the medical ward. He didn't have romantic feelings for his ex anymore, but the fact that he couldn't forget her remained unchanged. His words had cut her deep, she was crying. The image of her watering eyes and tear stained face made him feel even worse. She was genuinely hurt by his actions, and he refused to apologize or soothe the wounds that he had inflicted.
His hands now formed tight fists at the sides of his head, he was looking blankly into the patterns of the wood of his desk. His knuckles made painful contact with the desk below, he didn't move.
The sound his hand made when he punched wasn't the loud pounding one that he had anticipated. He had put so much strength in his punch that he could feel the vibrations in his own body and the furniture.
He held his clenched hand up, his palm facing the opposite direction. His attention had focused on the ring on his left hand. His engagement ring held a resemblance to the one he had given to Haru only months ago. His was far simpler, it was a just a platinum and white gold band.
Their relationship had always been a complicated one, and when it turned from pure friendship to intimate romance, it had only gotten even more intricate.
But whatever hardships were thrown their way, they always came out victorious.
Tsuna understood that he would never have a normal date with a girlfriend, or even a normal moment. Mafia life itself, not to mention when that he was head of one of the most feared factors, detailed that attachment to anything was forbidden. He knew that showing he cared only showcased his weaknesses, and that those who plotted against him would use that to his advantage.
Every second that he spent with Haru, he was always watchful. From the day that he picked her up after her parent's murder, he protected her with all of his strength. The one time that he left her alone to fend for herself, she was taken away.
He made her promises that he wasn't able to keep when he proposed. He vowed to protect her, love her, but in turn her had only hurt her and placed her in the spotlight to attract danger.
He couldn't bear to imagine the torture she was going through now. He might not have known who had taken her, why they had taken her, or where they had taken her to, he knew that the circumstances would have been terrifying for her.
Haru wasn't a fighter. She wasn't like Hana, or Chrome, or even Kyoko who had prior firearm training. She was almost a sitting duck, she couldn't do anything in her situation.
He feared not only for her safety, but her mental well being. Kyoko's death had scarred him deeply, but he knew it was nothing compared to the wounds that Haru collected. She was the only one who had witnessed what had happened. Going through something twice risked throwing her mind into utter chaos.
At that moment, the door swung open.
In the doorway, a handful of familiar faces appeared, their expressions did nothing to ease his anxiety. His former tutor led the pack of visitors, he was followed by his loyal guardians. Reborn's face foreshadowed that grave news that he had to report.
Taken back by their sudden intrusion, Tsuna stood up, leaning in, his palms flat on the table.
"Tsuna, are you familiar with the Shimon?"
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Enma didn't think of himself as the same sadistic and dark person that many others found him to be. He knew who he was, yet somehow, he let himself be taken over by something as plain as 'duty'.
It was a funny thing, his duty. He grew up oblivious to it, happy and carefree, a young boy who played with his friends and parents. He was the only child, son of a wealthy family.
Ignorance was bliss.
In one day, his life was turned upside down. It was a warm summer evening, when his family was massacred. He found the bodies of his mother in the hallway before dinner, and when he ran downstairs to call for help, he discovered that the maids lying in heaps on the floor. When he sprinted out of the house to the front, he stumbled upon the corpse of his father on the patio
He was sent to an orphanage. No one gave him an explanation, no one offered him comfort, no one even gave him the time of day. He was driven to the edge of insanity, he was never the same. When he was sixteen, he finally received the justice that he had been waiting for six years.
He was united with a group of his peers at the orphanage, they possessed a similar duty to his, and swore their loyalty to him.
They were brought together by a man who had kept his identity completely under wraps, to this day, none of them knew his name. He threw information that none of them were expecting.
Enma's father, as well as the parents of the other orphans, were involved in a gangster type organization. They were the Shimon, extremely powerful, and skilled in their trade. They were a collective and small group of people, and it was relatively easy to keep everything a secret. But soon they had all fallen victims in the hands of the cruel Vongola; all because they posed a threat to their power.
Enma was naturally talented, almost immediately after hearing about his past, he assumed position as boss of the Shimon. He befriended the others, and quickly bonded with them. They trusted him, and he trusted them.
A year after they joined together, they were able to fulfill their obligations to their deceased loved ones. Enma wanted to hurt the Vongola where they had hurt them, he wanted them to feel the same pain as he had felt.
He began investigating the life of the Vongola Decimo. He soon became obsessed with all things related to Sawada Tsunayoshi, slowly plotting and thinking of how to make him suffer. It was easy to find their target, and make their move. The Decimo's relationship with Sasagawa Kyoko was not a secret, once they found their window, they struck.
Enma, a self involved man, partook to the attack personally. He carried his own orders out with his own hands.
The entire house of the Vongola was in complete disorder, there was no one on high alert. He and Koyo effortlessly snuck past the security and into a room. They had arrived in on a cheerful scene, he recognized the sole man in the room to be the brother of their target. A twisted part of him was excited to see his reaction to his sister's demise.
They waited until the Sun Guardian exited the room, it would have been too risky to move when someone so powerful could have stopped them. Him and Koyo had thought it to be a quick and efficient job, but they would have spoken too soon. After they shot the first girl, they thought that they would easily escape and finish, but her friend had other plans.
The image of the gun pointed at his head had burned into his head. The mental picture of her shaking hands and her hunched shoulders was a truly pitiful sight. He would have been content if she had pulled the trigger, at least her had taken out Sasagawa, whatever happened to him after that didn't matter.
But she spared his life.
Something about her decision to let him live on never left his thoughts. After that day, Enma's obsession with the Vongola had shifted from the Boss to Miura Haru. And when he learned of her engagement to the Decimo, the news sent him off the wall.
It gave him the excuse to take her hostage. He had been waiting for the perfect reason to jump. On the outside it looked as if he was getting further revenge for the Shimon, but in reality, his decision to kidnap Haru was for his own personal pleasure. If she wasn't romantically involved with Tsuna didn't weigh heavily, it was only a matter of time before he would steal her away.
The entire idea of her thrilled his every fiber of his body. She was enchanting, compelling, in the most devious of ways. On top of that, he found her strikingly attractive, something about sleeping with the enemy made his blood rush.
It was going to be fun, the most fun he ever had in his life.
He was going to make the Vongola squirm. He was going to break them down, just as they had done to his family. But even more than that, he finally had his hands on the most precious of people in the mafia world. She would prove to be an entertaining person to toy with.
He couldn't wait.
End Chapter 10
A/N: So, a little look into what's going on in Tsuna and Enma's head right now. It seems like a little boring for those of you who like plot, but I feel like its a necessary part of the story to get out of the way before we carry on. I read in one of the reviews that someone didn't know it was Enma before the A/N, and ahh I'm sorry. I'll try to be more clear about it the next time around. So like always, please review, I really appreciate it. They honestly do help me when I'm writing, technique and motivation-wise. Thanks for reading, REVIEWS PLEASE.