Bwahahaha! No, your eyes do not deceive you my friends! I have indeed released TWO chapters of ASR on the same day! My gift to you for all the delays recently. Unfortunately compared to the other chapters it's a little short but its better than nothing right!
DISCLAIMES: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF KHR BUT I DO OWN URUMEKI, HIDEAKI AND LUCCA.
CHAPTER 11
Urumeki was livid. His plan had failed. He had successfully managed to abduct Gokudera from right under the Vongola leader's nose; that he was more than pleased with. But he had obviously underestimated the tenacity of the Vongola storm guardian. Gokudera Hayato, a heavily injured Gokudera Hayato at that, had managed to defeat one of Urumeki's strongest men. Gokudera was not supposed to have been able to defeat Lucca, but against all odds, he had. That had not been part of the plan, and Urumeki despised it when things did not go according to his plan. The last time that had happened, more than a dozen of his men had suffered for it, whether they had anything to do with the failure or not.
But that wasn't the only reason for his rage. His raids on the Vongola allies' bases had come up empty. Over 160 men in total had entered Shimon and Cavallone and not a single one of them had returned to him. Not a single man had returned to present him with the objects he had spent four years investigating. The keys were still lost to him, and he had reason to believe that it was all due to them. They were the only ones he could think of that could manage to hide them so well. Gokudera Hayato and the arcobaleno Reborn. They must have worked together to make sure that Urumeki and no one else would ever get their hands on the keys.
Urumeki knew that Vongola spies had been investigating him, that they could not hide from him. But he had no idea that their investigation had been so successful. Either they had somehow manage to overhear his ambitions or Gokudera Hayato was a frighteningly perceptive man. Urumeki had no trouble believing that the young man had anticipated his attack and planned his own countermeasures beforehand to defend Vongola and its secrets. Gokudera Hayato's foresight was startling, his preparations meticulous to the point of obsession.
Suddenly, without any warning, Urumeki's eyes opened wide, his pupils dilated and his tongue habitually brushed over his thin lips. With each passing second he looked more and more psychologically unstable.
Urumeki was livid, and he was quickly losing control over his emotions. All the things he had kept inside, those feelings of desire for wanton destruction that he kept closed away in his mind, were threatening to break loose. All because of a single man.
"Hayato Gokudera! I'll rip his skin from his face. I'll scraped the flesh from his bones and crush his bones in a vice….I'll…I'll."
He no longer wanted to tempt Gokudera over to his side, now he simply wanted to see the light of life disappear from his crystal-clear eyes, he wanted to be the one to personally destroy him. He wanted him dead. But not before he suffered, and not before he told him everything that Urumeki needed to know.
Suddenly Urumeki threw his head back and burst out laughing. His loud laughter echoed around his office. He was in hysterics and clawing at his own face with his neatly manicured nails. He didn't stop even when he felt drops of blood cascade down the side of his face.
Just the thought of killing Gokudera, imagining himself breaking that tender neck of his or pressing a dagger into his heart, was enough to immediately fill him with pleasure. He couldn't wait. Or perhaps he'd draw the Vongola boss to him and then kill him in front of Gokudera's eyes. Or that other guardian. The rain guardian. His spies had mentioned that Gokudera and him were particularly close.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! That's it! Perfect, perfect, perfect! Suffer, suffer, suffer! I'll make you suffer Gokudera Hayato. You can watch them all die, one by one by one by one! And then I'll kill you too!"
Urumeki threw his head back with laughter once more, and the blood from the self-inflicted wounds on his face poured down his neck, staining the white collar of his shirt.
When he eventually silenced his laughter and looked down at his blood stained fingers an expression of complete confusion passed over his face, as though he had no recollection of tearing at his own face. Urumeki calmly searched in his trouser pocket for his handkerchief. After he had the pure white cloth in his blood stained hands he dabbed calmly at his facial injuries, not wincing even once. It seemed as though he didn't even register the pain.
Still pressing his handkerchief against the wounds Urumeki used his free hand to pick up the telephone handset from his antique desk, a replica of a desk taken from the chambers of King Louis XIII of France.
Urumeki dialled a number on the keypad and waited for only a few seconds before his call was answered. He addressed the person on the receiving end of the call, his voice calm once more.
"Find Hideaki and inform him that I wish to see him. Immediately."
"Yes Master."
Urumeki, seemingly satisfied, hung up the phone and moved to sit behind his desk, still dabbing at his face with the now blood-stained handkerchief. He opened a drawer next to his left leg with his free hand and pulled out a sake bottle, followed seconds later by a cup. He poured himself a drink and when he raised his eyes from the cup and looked forward Hideaki was already stood in front of his desk. Urumeki looked at his henchman with dead eyes, no emotion registered in them whatsoever. Hideaki stared back, his eyes equally as dead.
"Do not keep me waiting Hideaki. When I said immediately, I expected you to be here before I even hung up the phone. Do you understand?"
Urumeki's tone was calm, but there was no missing the hint of anger that tainted his voice.
"Yes, father."
Contrary to his fearsome appearance, Hideaki's voice was surprisingly normal. A tad deep for a man his age, but nothing too out of the ordinary. If you were to speak to him without seeing his appearance it gave the impression of a normal man. But his blood covered clothes were far from normal and the rotting smell that emerged from his attire was so strong that it was enough to make anyone normal feel nauseous.
Urumeki took a single sip of his drink. He let the bloody handkerchief go onto his desk and grabbed the ceramic sake bottle in his now free hand. He seemed to turn it in his hands as though he were examining it closely. But suddenly, he flung it at his son. Hard. The thin ceramic exploded into fragments upon impact, cutting Hideaki's skin.
"Never use that word to address me again. I have no qualms about killing you if you displease me boy. Remember that."
"Yes Master. I apologise".
Hideaki gave a deep bow to his father, blood dripping down the little exposed skin on his arms. However, he did not move to stop the blood dripping from his wounds. He just stared at them, fascinated.
"I have a mission for you. The bombs are ready. Use your ability to plant them around the Vongola base without being seen. Be wary of Mukuro Rokudo, he has eyes everywhere. When you are done, wait for my instructions. Do nothing more until I tell you otherwise. And tell Lucca to wake Gokudera Hayato and make him ready to talk. Inform him that he has permission to use force if necessary. Truly, I would prefer it".
Hideaki nodded his understanding, bowed deeply to his father and with the blink of any eye he was gone. Urumeki sat back in his chair, the fingers of his hands tied together. A menacing smile tugged at his lips and a second later a cheerful chuckle escaped from his mouth.
He was looking forward to making Gokudera Hayato suffer…
To Be Continued
So chapter 11 is about that crazy coconut Urumeki. And boy is he crazy. I hope that he does actually present a good antagonist, along with his SON (dun dun dun. Big shock) Hideaki. I'm interested to know whether anyone saw that coming (I'm worried that I'm too predictable lol).
I have no idea when the next chapter will be up since I'm trying to write new chapters for The Lingering and Sensei too. But rest assured that I'm already working hard on it. Sometimes I wish I could work as hard on my essays…
As always I love getting your reviews ( I appreciate them so much) and your messages too, and constructive criticism is welcome. Seriously, I love the fact that people enjoy what I (pull out from my butt and) write :D Thanks! Ja ne x
