The gates were closed under the arrest of chains and locks. The metal bars were wrapped with bright yellow caution tape, warning them to keep out. Clearly, that was out of the question as they stood in front of the empty lot that used to be their school. Rin and Remilia gazed at the tall obstacle, wondering how they were going to get in. Well, at least Rin was wondering. She was never good at climbing in general let alone infiltrating.
"I'm going first." Remilia declared bluntly, catching Rin off-guard.
"R-Remmy, just a sec! Shouldn't we think this through?"
Remilia didn't pay any mind to her best friend and instead, set the sole of her sneakers on the steel, bracing herself for the climb. She pulled herself up to the top of the narrow metal ledge and jumped to the other side, her hands on the gates helping her slide to the ground. She clapped her hands together, cleaning up her burning palms. "Alright, your turn. You've done this before." She sighed tiredly.
"Only because we had no choice!" Rin yelped. She looked at the height of the gate and noticed there were no footholds or any form of support to help her climb. What to do? The only fence she climbed was the chain link one by the baseball field and she fell off that one. Being the daughter of a loser didn't help in the least. This is one of the few times one can curse biological matters.
"You'll live." Remilia assured. "Now hurry up and get your butt over here." She groaned, her knuckles touching her hip. Remilia was always annoyed by Rin's lack of confidence. Her arms were crossed as she waited for the brunette to swallow her pride and take the leap.
Reborn sighed at the sight of his pathetic student as she nervously grabbed the steel bars. Great, we're doing this the hard way. "Rin," He called sternly.
She flinched at the icy sound of her name. "Y-yes?"
The man walked over to her, kneeling down and locking his fingers together. "I'll give you a boost."
Rin looked down at him, her brow raised at her tutor's act of kindness. This was something new, but maybe Reborn understood. After all, no one's born the world best hitman. It takes time, right? She accepted his help, setting her boot on his hands. Reborn didn't move an inch. He sat there like a rock as she pushed herself up. Then under his fedora's shadow, he smirked. He gave a devilish smirk. "Brace yourself." He warned.
"What?"
He quickly stood up, making the girl standing on his hands lose her balance and just like that he threw her over the metal gates. He watched as her body flew over the ledge with a small chuckle. Even he had to admit that it was an amusing sight. He turned to Dana, letting the sound of her body hitting the dirt with a thud reach him. "You're next."
Dana swallowed the lump in her throat. The stories of the abuse that her father took when Reborn was a baby brewed in the back of her head and stirred the fear that Reborn had instilled in her when she was his student. The fact that she just witnessed it firsthand didn't help her much as well. That was the depressing part of it. She had to remember the detailed tales her father had told her and those details made it clear that it was even worse than that of Hell.
"N-No thanks, Reborn." She uttered a nervous laugh. "I-I can do it on my own."
The hitman adjusted his hat and began his infiltration of the school. "If you say so."
"Hehe…" A small voice chuckled. "How cute, they're all breaking in." She chuckled as she stared out the broken window of the classroom. The slender figure turned to her comrades who sat on the few desks that remained standing among the broken pieces of the others. "Rather pointless though." The young girl skipped merrily to her seat at the teacher's desk, throwing herself and the chair into a fun little spin. "Silly Vongola be silly."
"They really are lame." A low, sultry voice yawned. His lips let out a sigh, breathing out the tobacco he had inhaled earlier. "Hey, Kuroi. Can I nap?"
The woman chuckled, her eerie voice bouncing around in the dark. "We can't have you slacking off again, Die. You shouldn't have such bad work ethics."
"What work ethics?" He groaned lazily, running his calloused fingers through his messy black hair. "I let luck do my work."
Pale lips formed a pout and later sighed. "I can't argue with it since it hasn't failed yet…" She muttered. She looked out the window once more and smiled as she watched the three girls and their tutor waltz onto school grounds. Oh, the games she had planned made her heart beat with excitement. Her lips curled into a small smile at the thought of their tears and painful cries. She was going to love the pain that she planned to inflict onto their spirits.
She stood up and straightened her dark red skirt. "Well our guests are arriving soon, my friends…" She whispered as she walked across the room to the other end. She smiled once more, her heart filled with the ecstasy at the sight of the damage she had caused earlier. "Smile, dears…" She whispered to the mangled two she stood in front of. Her eyes shifted to the white one, softening at the sight of how he looked at her with disgust. Her cold fingers slowly caressed his bloodied, bruised cheek as she gave a small giggle. She trailed her nails under his chin, almost seductively. She stained her fingertips with the person's blood, her heart beating in her ears at the thought of screwing with his head once more. "More guests have arrived." She whispered into his ear, marking the tip of his nose with his own blood.
He lifted his head, dizzy and weak from the blood loss and his deep wounds. Blood dripped and splattered from his pale lips as he coughed trying to speak. His steel blue eyes were dead cold like a spear ready to kill. He shuddered at the touch of her fingers and his throat swelled with words of disgust for this villain. Yet he was too weak to say anything excessively. All he managed to mutter were two simple words. "Fuck you..."
"My sentiments exactly…" Kyoi wheezed as he coughed up blood, letting the taste of copper violate his senses.
The slender figure knelt down in front of the broken prefect, holding his face in her stained hands gently. She smiled as if she was admiring a glass figurine, gazing into Kyoi's hateful eyes. She could see her bloodstained reflecting in his pools of steel gray. This was amusing, just so very amusing. Namimori's prefect taken down by a simple illusion and the Vongola's second generation bomber was destroyed by his own desire to protect someone he cherished. The irony of it was simply delectable.
"Save your hatred for later when I kill your cute friends in front of you, dears." She giggled. The young miss dropped Kyoi's head, letting it hit hard against the floor with a thud. From a barely-intact desk, she pulled out a sheet of paper, creasing it into careful and neat folds. She pulled a black pen from the same desk, writing in elegant loops her native tongue. "Until then, let see if they can even reach me." She smiled as she let the message fly out the window with a gentle breath.
"You bitch, if you even so much as deal a scratch to the princess…!" Hoseki left his threat incomplete, his teeth clenched tightly together as he winced in pain.
The villain smiled. "Just what can you do in that state? You let yourself be taken down by a fake. If you were really dedicated to your precious 'princess', you'd be able to tell the difference between a fake and the real one." She held in a small giggle, turning her back on the two. "You're either a liar or you're just that blind to how weak your boss really is. Pathetic." She sang.
The sound of something rolling behind her foot caught her ears and the object soon caught her eyes. She gave a bemused chuckle at the explosive at her foot, shaking her head disappointingly. "Is that all you have left?" She asked. The sole of her shoe pressed down hard on the grenade, encasing it in a crystal of indigo hue. "Vongola, Vongola, you piece of shit. How high of a death rate do you wish?" She rhymed. The explosive shattered beneath her foot, rendered useless and vain. She turned on her heels to approach the owner of the grenade. Slowly leaning into his neck, her lips touched his ear, moving as she spoke.
"Let the games begin." She whispered with a cat-like grin.
