Chapter10Absolutely Not
I've been a bad beta reader & writer, shit, next chapter will definitely be here earlier!
Working late actually brings me joy, so you,
Enjoy ;]
"Rotsa." Hibari said out loud, gaining said woman;s attention, she quickly looked up with watery eyes,
the mentioning of her name had snapped her out of her thoughts, leaving her slightly disoriented.
"Huh?" was the dumb mutter that came out of bruised lips. A few seconds of silence were enough
to recap what they had been talking about. "Oh...um...my mom died." she finally said.
The bluntness of the sentence impregnating a heavy silence in the room, Rotsa lifted her hand,
whipping the blood that had trickled down her injured lip, to her chin.
"The funeral is going to be next Friday at 3 p.m. in Italy, i am to attend...and i'm afraid you will have to go with me."
"Absolutely not." He quickly and harshly replied, making a mental note that he was correct on her roots,
she IS of Italian descent.
Rotsa looked up at Hibari, all sadness gone and replaced with an angry glare, taking him aback.
She seemed to have a good ability for concealing or, rather, ignoring her feelings.
This was probably the result of being trained at a young age.
Training was the difference between all other Mafioso's and the Vongola,
whom were mostly normal people living normal lives until they were chosen to be part of a mafia family by the tenth generation boss, except for Hayato Gokudera and Mukuro Rokudo.
"You owe me, remember? Besides, i still need to follow your recovery."
Those were fairly good arguments, but even if it was to honor the Omerta law*1,
out of anything he could do for her, why this?
Not to mention why she wants him to go with her in the first place.
"Why do you want me to go with you?" He finally asked, glare still in place, Rotsa looked away once more,
her previously angry glare replaced with an embarrassed blush.
Said blush was taken notice right away even though her olive skin didn't permit it as well as other, paler people, such as Chrome.
"I...i...i kind of told my parents i had a fiancé...but he doesn't really exist...and i...i was wondering if you c-"
"Absolutely not." Hibari didn't hesitate once he realized what she was going to say,
he didn't want to hear her complete that sentence, didn't want to imagine it.
"Come on! You gave me your word that you owed me one!"
"I never gave you my word, and that request is simply going too far."
Rotsa frowned, followed by a bitten lip and crossed arms
Why is he being so difficult? Why can't he just admit defeat and accept my request!
"No." Hibari repeated, glaring at her.
That being said, it was obvious he wouldn't budge, however, Rotsa was known to be as stubborn as a mule.
"Please! You just need to play along for a week!" she went on with a pleading gaze
"A week?" Hibari repeated, surprised.
"Y-yeah...it takes a while to gather everyone at the funeral, and then to do all the preparations and whatnot...
not to mention all the ceremonies...my mother was Mexican..." she said, her dark eyes cast downward.
Regardless of the reasons, both knew that the answer would be the same,
yet a clever grin didn't fail to appear on Rotsa's lips.
"Also, I'm sure you would find out who that family that attacked you was, I memorized their crest."
she said as she walked toward her desk, once she was there, she opened the second drawer on her right and fumbled through several papers and carpets until she found the one she was looking for,
"Here it is, their crest" Hibari stared at the paper, wanting very badly to see what was there,
"Let me see." he demanded, but his demand was rejected with a shake of hot pink hair,
"Im afraid i cannot do that, Hibari, since you dont want to help me...i guess i dont really need this..."
her voice implying how sorry she was as she flicked the fingers of her free hand and a flame appeared at the tip of her index finger,
she placed it underneath the paper, quickly burning the abundantly flammable material.
This could help some future biting to death to happen, if only he could end the flames,
normally he himself would have snatched the paper from her fingers, but this was obviously not possible in his condition,
oh how he cursed those men, making him tolerate such nonsense from an annoying pink haired woman,
curse the day he met her!
"Wait," Hibari was quick to say while sitting up, which he was quick to regret.
A sharp series of pains protested to his quick movements, he closed his eyes and held onto his side while clenching his jaw.
Taking large breaths wasn't possible, because it hurt his ribs,
so all he could do was endure the pain without any calming methods.
"Oh?" Rotsa raised an eyebrow and flicked her fingers once more, the fire stopped all at once.
She stood patiently, with the incomplete piece of paper in her hand, the crest was still visible.
it took about two minutes for Hibari to recover from the pain, and so he lay back down on the bed,
welcoming the comfort that the fluffy pillow provided his hurting neck,
he could feel the mattress adjust to his back, allowing him to feel completely relaxed once more.
"It will only be a week?" he finally mouthed, the tone of anger and regret not bothering to hide itself.
"Yeah, if everything goes smoothly, it should be a week."
"...alright..." he finally said and looked away, annoyed.
This was a difficult decision, but the biting to death he would enforce upon those bastards that ambushed him and Kusakabe were definitely going to pay, and Rotsa was right, this might as well be the best way to find something he knew nothing about.
"Really? Oh my god, thank you! You have saved me! Thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed loudly and left the room,
her happy remarks still heard throughout the apartment.
"Oh this calls for a beer!" Was her pathetic excuse to drink.
"Do you want one?" Rotsa asked as she poked her head into the room.
"i dont drink." he replied, still annoyed, how was he dragged into something like this?
it was cruel faith he blamed it on, and if it was a person, he would gladly bite him or her to death.
"Oh, what a shame..." Rotsa shook her head as she walked in with a beer in hand and took three big gulps of its contents,
the taste of cheap cold beer seeped itself down her throat, sending pleasing chills down her spine
Hibari didn't reply, he was too busy regretting what he had just recently accepted, he hated big crowds,
and a one week long funeral would surely be filled with crowds everyday,
he would have to be polite and refrain from attacking people, how would he keep his sanity in that sort of situation?
"I know you're not too happy about...pretending to be my fiancé..." Rotsa suddenly said, looking down at the ground,
it seems she was sympathizing with his misery, even though she had just received news that her mother had died,
she was avoiding that fact, that was only obvious.
"But at least when we get back, i assure you that you will never hear of me again."
she concluded, looking down at her beverage, in one swift motion she put the beer to her lips,
it seemed she was an expert at drinking, because in only a few seconds, she had emptied it out.
The trick, or so she was taught, was to open your throat and relax your gag reflex,
so that you can simply let the liquid poor into your throat without any problems.
Once finished with the bottles contents, Rotsa threw it into the trash can without looking where she was aiming, which,
surprisingly she didn't miss.
The pink haired girl then walked out of the room without a word.
"Im going out." was all, and then the sound of the door being closed was heard.
Hibari sighed, he pulled the covers off of his body and moved his legs to the side of the bed,
the IV was gone already and so he was free to move, with difficulty and much pain...
He then focused all his weight on his legs and stood, his ribs feeling like they burned and his legs felt weak like jelly,
luckily he held himself up with the bed, which hurt his entire bruised arm and shoulder,
it was rather annoying that his entire body ached with every little movement.
The sound of a door being opened was heard,
followed by Rotsa walking back into the small bedroom, "I forgot my wallet..."
she muttered as she dug into her back pack and took out a cheetah printed wallet.
Putting it in her pocket, she turned around.
With little reaction, she acknowledged Hibari, whom was glaring at her.
"Oh, good job." she briefly muttered and left.
Hibari was expecting a display of energetic optimism from her, a parade of praise,
but instead it was a three word sentence.
He guessed she reacted that way because she had just found her mother had died.
In fact, he was surprised she didn't break down and cry,
one glance at the bottle in the trash can,
"So she drowns her sorrow in alcohol..." he muttered.
1:New Omerta law, the original Omerta law –for those who don't know-
is a code of silence about criminal activity in a refusal to give evidence to authorities.
Now, I took this Omerta law and distorted it, so that it fits my story.
The new Omerta law still applies to its original statement, but, there are other parts, such as;
if another Mafioso does you a life saving favor, you are inclined to do him/her a favor,
If a fellow Mafioso is in danger, you must help them, regardless of enemy or ally origins,
That's all I have so far, and I know that Mafioso's would never actually be that nice to each other, but this is KHR,
and the Mafioso's in KHR are all very different from the real thing…so…I rest my case hahaha ^.^'
If you have any more ideas for my new Omerta law, please tell me!