Disclaimers: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn
The male smirked, and pulled out a gun, pointing it directly at her head. He continued to look at Hibari, not sparing a glance at Chrome, who was standing to the left of him. He cocked it, the click resounding throughout the room.
"I'm Reborn," he began, turning his head to look at the doctor, whose eye was wide. His gaze slid back to Hibari's. "Let this be a lesson to you, Hibari." Hibari's eyes widened in alarm.
"Akan-!"
The bang that echoed throughout the room was deafening.
~1896~
Takeshi frowned over his cup of coffee. Something was wrong. Placing his cup gently on the table, he got up, mulling the certain possibilities of what could and couldn't happen in the middle of the night. Finally, he couldn't ignore his intuition anymore. Groaning, he stood up, his chair scraping backwards on the floor.
"I guess I better check around…" he muttered, rubbing his neck ruefully. He grabbed his sword, and headed out for a night patrol. His feet made no noise as he passed Spanner's quarters, then Shouichi's. He was heading towards Hibari's end when a loud bang sounded. Takeshi's wide, brown eyes widened in shock as he sprinted towards the room, sword already in hand.
"Shit!" he exclaimed as he threw open the door, crouched in position. "You all right, Hibari?"
He blinked stupidly when he saw Reborn.
The said male was holding a still-smoking gun.
"Reborn?" he said stupidly, just as someone tackled him to the floor, and tiny little bullet holes appeared in the wall where his head was a second ago. Takeshi grunted in surprise when he hit the floor. Looking down, he saw purple hair. He blinked once more.
"Dokuro-san-?"
Hibari hit Reborn with his tonfa, ferociously. "Get her out of here, herbivore!" he roared, bristling ferociously. The swordsman nodded and scooped the doctor up, hurrying out of the room. Chrome looked pale as she wriggled in Takeshi's arms.
"Wait, wait, Hibari-san-!"
"-Is perfectly able to take care of himself," Takeshi interrupted, ducking behind a stray group of boxes and peering over the edge. The sounds of fighting continued to echo throughout the hallway. Cautiously peeking out to check if anything was happening, Takeshi scanned the place. Light seemed to be flashing in Hibari's room, and the swordsman assumed that it was metal clashing against each other. He set his mouth in a firm line, turning back to Chrome.
"Dokuro-san," he began firmly, turning her so her back was facing the mini explosions. "Once I leave, you need to run and find Shouichi or someone. Me and Hibari'll take care of Re-,"
"No, no!" she shook her head wildly, grabbing onto his arm. "You don't understand; that wasn't Reborn or whatever he's called! It's not!" The doctor panicked, gripping Takeshi's arm with a death grip. He opened his mouth to soothe her, but his eyes bulged at the scene happening behind her. Hibari was blasted out of his room, Reborn stalking after him. Reborn's hands began to glow, and the skylark grinned from his place in the crater, purple marks swirling up his arms.
The swirly, cloud-shaped purple marks on Hibari's arms signaled that he was going to go into hybrid mode. The hard glint in his eyes was something that Takeshi had not seen for a long time. It had been a while since Hibari had been furious. But Reborn was not to be messed with either; his hands emitted a yellowish glow and the air around him sizzled- he was planning to melt Hibari or something.
"Do you understand, Yamamoto-san? It's not Reborn!" she cried, taking his stupefied expression as shock. Yamamoto's eyes bulged out even more, and his jaw dropped when he saw the Reborn get his face smashed in by Hibari. The two snarled at each other, bristling. "Yamamoto-san? What's going on-?"
She started to turn, but the panicked swordsman turned her back, hastily arranging his features in a laughing one. "Ahaha, understood, Dokuro-san, but we should probably leave-,"
"No, we have to help Hibari-san!" she exclaimed, and Takeshi sweat dropped as an accompanying boom echoed. Blinking in surprise, she turned. "Hibari-san-!"
Takeshi couldn't let her see, so he scooped her up, sprinting away. Besides, being around an angry Hibari often resulted with very bad consequences. "Yamamoto-san, let go! I-," she pounded once on his arm, "-said-," punched him once more, "-let-," The swordsman's eyes went wide as his ear popped and everything went silent. "-Go!" she finished, pounding on his arm one last time. Takeshi started as he felt the ground beneath him crack, falling away beneath him, and he fell into a dark void.
"!" His brown eyes widened, and on instinct, he shifted the doctor to his left side; his left arm holding her by the waist. With his right arm, he yanked his sword out, slashing at the void. "Damn it- when'd a mist hybrid come up?" he snarled, recognizing the way the edges of the swirling vortex wavered; the black slowly changed into a dark indigo around the edges. Without thinking, he sent a wave of unnaturally bright blue water coming out of his sword, cutting through the vortex cleanly.
It split into two, dissipating in a light indigo color before fading away completely with a small hiss that seemed to echo throughout the deserted hallway. The booms slowly came back as his ears started working again. With a jolt, he remembered Chrome was in his arms. He swallowed nervously, slowly looking down. "D-Dokuro-san…?"
She stared up blankly at him. She was in shock, he guessed. Then he began to panic, and the booms sounded even closer. But Takeshi didn't want to risk it, didn't want to move her, but he had no choice. "Dammit," he hissed, and sprinted away. "Keep calm, keep calm, Dokuro-san," he chanted at her, gathering his energy and focusing it into his hand. His hand slowly changed; it looked as if the skin was melting off. However, the tan skin color melted off, revealing a clear blue hand.
He placed it over her eyes, and his hand turned clear, giving off the look that his hand was made out of clear water. It stayed in his hand form, however. The stressed doctor slowly sagged just as footsteps approached him.
He whipped around, his non-transformed hand on his sword hilt. But it was only Hibari, how was dragging a defeated Reborn over to them. This made the swordsman blink. Reborn was defeated? That was impossible. Hesitantly, he called out Hibari's name; the said male's eyes were covered by his bangs, making his face unreadable. The purple tattoos slowly withdrew from his arm, leaving them a pale white once more. The skylark and his prisoner reached them, and Hibari unceremoniously threw the unconscious Reborn at Takeshi.
"Take this herbivore," he spat. "It's not Akanbou," he finished, glaring at the crumpled body. He prodded it with a foot, breathing heavily. Blood dripped sluggishly onto the tiles from Hibari's wounds. Suddenly, without warning, Hibari slumped to the floor. Takeshi cursed aloud.
"Shit, Hibari!" he laid Chrome gently on the ground and crawled over to Hibari. The skylark was out cold. The room was suddenly filled with a chilling aura, and the swordsman slowly turned around, fear making him hesitant. The aura was fearsome; the power was large. Takeshi needed reinforcements. He needed help, and he needed it now, or else they were all going to get killed.
Behind Takeshi was the fake-Reborn, standing up and uninjured. The swordsman's mind whirled. What? What happened to his injuries?
"Well, well," the fake-Reborn sighed, shaking his head tiredly and putting on his fallen fedora. "I didn't expect that. Now, I'll be taking my prize and finish both you hybrids off." He continued nonchalantly, picking up the unconscious doctor. "Oh, goodie, you hypnotized her. That's great; now it won't be as troublesome." He turned on his heel, hair swishing.
"The hell you will." Yamamoto growled, getting up slowly, drawing his sword. He gathered his strength once more, both hands turning blue. The blue didn't stop at his hands, however. They traveled down, and like blue tendrils of weird liquid, it wrapped itself around his sword, changing it from silver to a brilliant crystal blue. His eyes gleamed resolutely, the carefree Takeshi gone.
The male raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" He flipped Chrome onto his shoulder, smirking at the swordsman. "Fu, this looks fun." His image wavered slightly, like a mirage. With soft cracking noises, the fake-Reborn's skin began to shatter, some of it falling off here and there. He looked like an eerie broken porcelain doll. The fake-Reborn tilted his head slightly to the side, making it even creepier.
"Let's see if I can break the great Tsuyoshi's son just like I did to him," he said, grinning. Takeshi froze at the mention of his father, sword still in the air.
"W-What?" he whispered, his resolution dissipating. The fake-Reborn barked out a large laugh, eyes glinting maniacally.
"Yes! I am the one who broke the greatest swordsman, one of the most powerful Rain hybrids!" he roared, spittle flying from his mouth. "Let's see if his little boy can live up to the name," he hissed, his cheek cracking and falling off. Takeshi couldn't move.
This…
Wasn't happening. It couldn't.
And then the fake-Reborn was suddenly flung backwards, smashing into a wall. Chrome landed neatly on her feet in a protective crouch in front of the paralyzed swordsman, purple-hair flying wildly. His one good eye was blank, glaring coolly at where the intruder was flung. She straightened up as the fake-Reborn emerged, coughing. He saw her, and began laughing maniacally.
"Hahahaha! Finally! Show me your true power!" he screamed with glee, his voice ripping up several octaves. Chrome stared blankly ahead, and the fake-Reborn grinned maliciously. "Yes… gather your power… gather your power and show me, show me the true power of the sacred heiress!" he breathed, looking at Chrome with almost a reverence.
Takeshi blinked. Heiress? He placed his hand on Chrome's shoulder. An electric shock went through him, and his knees buckled, sending him to the floor. "Gahh!" he yelled out, pain seething in every particle of his being. "Nggh!" he curled in on himself. Slowly, he looked up as the pain faded away, right at Chrome's blank, cold, eye.
"Don't touch me," she said coldly. "Or the darkness will show you its wrath."
Just at that moment, she began emitting an eerie glow, her pale skin beginning to have scars. The scars started at her feet, slowly traveling up her legs… to her forearms… to her face…
And her violet eye turned completely black.
"Yes!" the fake-Reborn screeched. "Finally! Bermuda will be so happy with this info!" he yelled insanely, a maniac grin stretching across his face. Chrome turned to him.
"Shut up," she said softly, and then a sickening crack sounded. A look of utter shock crossed the fake-Reborn's face.
And he toppled to the floor, his head turned completely around, the body staying still, leaving a gruesome sight. Bones protruded from the neck; the skin stretched to twist unnaturally. The fake-Reborn looked like a broken doll with its head twisted completely around. Blood spattered onto Chrome's pajamas, but she looked indifferent. Takeshi looked on in horror.
"Well," the doctor said in her soft and deadly voice. She brushed some of the blood off her, smearing it on her pajamas. "That was interesting," Takeshi couldn't breathe as she slowly turned around to look at her. Slowly walking over, her soft footsteps sounded like thunder. For the first time in his life, Takeshi was terrified.
Crouching down in front of Takeshi, she stared coolly into his wide and terrified eyes. The swordsman's breath shortened as he began sweating even though he felt cold. Chrome tilted her head to the side as if contemplating something.
"Well, well," she muttered, staring right at Takeshi. "What to do with you?"
*Owari*
Done! Yayy! Sorry for the lateness, being on summer break makes me too lazy to type, haha. Anyhoo, please leave a review or PM me! Oh, and this one wasn't beta'ed by anyone because I was really rushing this, and I don't want to make my readers wait anymore. Sorry for any mistakes. Love you Chaq, for being such a great beta, hope this meets your expectations! *dodges a brick thrown by a grammar nazi* I'm sorry! DX