Author's Note: What the hell guys?! I'm equally shocked and happy at how many people enjoy this story! I hope to impress more as it goes along. This chapter was a doozy I'll tell you guys that, action was never my strong suit. Luckily for me the next chapter will be much easier to write.


The sight of a child tearing out an adult male's throat put everyone in shock, leaving Yoshirou to take advantage of this new found situation. He broke into a run, hunched low to the ground, when Red Cyclone finally regained her composure.

"You're going to regret this, you brat!" She swung her arm violently, anger fuleing the burst of wind ripping towards the speeding child. However, it was sent off course. The anger that fueled the blast made it unstable and sent it flying towards the pile of junk Ghiaccio was hidden behind.

Ghiaccio did his best to save himself from the on coming destruction, but he was swept up again by the blast, knocking him off of his feet and nearly crushed by the falling debris. Luckily for him, a pocket of space had formed around him, making it easier to dig himself out from the newly formed pile of trash. He peeked his head out to survey the area.

Yoshirou was taking advantage of the situation better than anyone had expected, but not by much. He made no effort to go after the other villain, instead he was making attempts at the main course. Even from where he was hidden Ghiaccio could see the primal rage through his swipes and posture. He almost seemed like a monkey with how many times he had counted him dodging.

But as anyone who has been in a fight can tell you, you couldn't dodge forever.

It all ended with a well placed punch to the gut, enough to knock out wind and definitely bruise if anything worse. Yoshirou met the ground with a hard smack, skidding back a few more feet before resting in the dust. He was in too much pain to continue, curling in on himself, barely recognizing anything until Cyclone lifted him up by the hair.

"Cyclone! Leave the kid out of this!" The vigilante coughed, looking visibly paler by the second. The woman in question ignored him, more focused on the squirming child tightly gripped in her hand.

"Out of everything that could have taken him down, it was a stupid child?!" She snarled, digging her fingers deep into Yoshirou's scalp. "Where did you even come from?!"

Ghiaccio managed to pull himself out of the trash pile, using Cyclone's loud rant as a mask. The situation was getting worse by the second and all he wanted to do was just leave. Despite this, he knew he had to save Yoshirou, powerful villains be damned.

But he had to figure out how.

Ghiaccio's attention snapped back to the scene when Cyclone slammed Yoshirou's head into the ground with a sickening crunch. The kid screamed, reaching back to scratch at her arms, but his struggles got him nowhere. His reach was too short, all he could do was kick and squirm but that didn't work either. Cyclone chuckled to herself at Yoshirou's futile attempts and tightened her hand on his hair.

"You're exactly what I hate about heroes, jumping in like you own the place, but look where that got you!" Her grip shook on the boy's head and she squeezed, tearing strands of hair out of his scalp. Yoshirou's muffled screams grew desperate, but she kept him there."You killed him, you killed BoonI So suck on this dirt and die! "

Ghiaccio knew that moving any faster would alert them to his presence, but he knew he couldn't stall any longer. So he picked up a small piece of metal and threw it, not caring where it went. It soared in the air before crashing into another pile of trash a ways away from him. The noise was loud, loud enough to snap Cyclone out of her rage fueled trance. She snapped up into full attention, hand still gripping the back of Yoshirou's head like a vice. Her eyes locked into the position of the noise for a tense pregnant pause before she finally spoke.

"Shala, stay here." She commanded, not bothering to look at her living partner.

"But-"

"What did I just say?" Cyclone had let go of Yoshirou, standing up right and shooting Shala an intense glare. "I don't want you moving from this area, you saw what happened to Boon right? If anything goes wrong, you have a gun, use it." Cyclone left no time for rebuttal, she walked away before Shala could say anything more.

Ghiaccio knew that this was his chance, he couldn't waste it. So he hunched low, trying to make his body small as possible as he crept forward. Cyclone had all but disappeared from view, leaving Yoshirou, Shala, and the injured vigilante to themselves. Shala had her back towards him, her gun out and pointed at the vigilante to keep him from moving. Yoshirou was on the ground, silent and unresponsive, Ghiaccio knew that was bad news.

However he couldn't rush in there with nothing to defend himself against. He needed a weapon or else the element of surprise wouldn't get him very far. So he looked around, silently searching for anything with a sharp edge. Eventually he found something useful, a broken dirty glass bottle, that had seen better days. It was long enough for Ghiaccio not to worry about cutting himself, but it looked like it had been here for a while. Who knows what could have gotten on it. A chill ran up his arm as he wrapped his hand round the cold dirtied glass. It was disgusting but he was desperate, this would have to do.

Ghiaccio, with his new weapon in hand, crept back over, giving one more glance at the unfolding situation. Shala was getting angry shouting some nonsense at the vigilante that Ghiaccio couldn't understand, but that didn't matter, not when the vigilante's eyes locked onto his in a split second.

The two of them froze, the vigilante in stunned surprise, and Ghiaccio in embarrassed frustration. This wasn't what he wanted, the last thing he needed was for that guy to blow his cover. He put a finger to his lips and the vigilante did his best to act unaware, but his poker face couldn't and wouldn't last long, something that Ghiaccio begrudgingly understood. The last kid that tried to save him was on the ground unresponsive, what could another one do that wouldn't end up hurting them or worse?

The answer was easy. Underneath the unassuming eight year old body was a trained mafia hit-man, just because he was reincarnated didn't mean that he lost all of the training he had built up through the years. Giaccio wasn't just ready, the adrenaline coursing through his veins amped him up. This was his first serious fight in a long time, and he wouldn't mess this up.

So he rounded the corner, inching closer and closer to Shala. He was about ten feet away from her before he pounced. His tiny feet went into action, sprinting through the rest of the distance with the bottle in his hands aimed for a strike. He needed to incapacitate Shala, something to keep her from using her gun, at least for a little while. So Ghiaccio aimed low, stabbing at the back of her thigh. The jagged glass sunk through her pants and into her flesh like butter. Ghiaccio twisted the bottle around for a second before pulling out, splattering blood and ripped pieces of flesh on his face and the ground around them. The scream that erupted from Shala's throat was a mix of shock and anger. She spun around, losing her balance from her injured leg, and giving Ghiaccio enough time to aim a second jab.

"Cyclone! There's another-" Shala couldn't finish her sentence in time, not when a broken bottle had pierced itself inside her abdomen. Her mouth opened and closed involuntarily, staring wide eyed at the boy in front of her. They held each other's eyes for two long seconds before the boy withdrew the bottle. Blood and bile ran up Shala's throat causing her to collapse into a fit of wretched coughs.

"No!" She wretched. "I-I will not!" Her eyes, fueled with rage, locked onto the other boy, who was now crouched over his unresponsive friend. "I won't be killed by a stupid kid!" Shala roared, taking aim with her pistol.

Shit.. Ghiaccio could hear the gun cock. He turned around just in time to see the inside of the barrel before.

BAM!

His head was knocked back from the whiplash, everything seemed to fall into slow motion. He could feel the hot, powerful metal of the bullet colliding with the center of his forehead.

This was it. He was going to die.

Eight years on this stupid planet for what? To get gunned down from a mistake that this stupid kid made?

No, this wasn't right.

He didn't want to die, not again!

Ghiaccio closed his eyes as a bright white hot pain overloaded his senses. He felt his body his the ground but...

That was it, nothing more. There wasn't that familiar endless void, that powerful spinning vortex that he had felt before. No ,at that moment Ghiaccio realized something.

He was still alive.

...

"Ha."

"Ha..ha..ha."

The laughs had escaped his mouth before Ghiaccio even realized. Why was he even laughing in the first place? What it the fact that he had survived being shot, or the sheer absurdity of the situation? Ghiaccio didn't know, and at that point he didn't care.

He was just happy that he survived.

Ghiaccio sat up, one hand clutching at his forehead. He stared into the bewildered eyes of Shala, who stood there slack jawed, gun barely hung in her hand. "I-impossible! What the hell?!"

Her shock set her falling back on her ass, ignoring all the injuries dealt to her as she scrambled away from Ghiaccio, like he was some demon crawling out of hell. Ghiaccio knew that he had the upper hand, as long as she was frozen on her ass, she wouldn't do anything.

But not everything could go according to plan.

"SHALA!"

Cyclone was back and angrier than ever. He could feel the wind before he saw her, grabbing hold of Yoshirou as he jumped out of the way of a fridge, crashing on the spot they were previously at. When it came to Cyclone Ghiaccio knew he was severely outmatched, what did he have that could go against wind?

"Argh!" A blast of wind caught him in the chest sending both him and Yoshirou flying in opposite directions. At least he had the full attention of Cyclone, who came barreling at him in full speed. Her foot slammed hard against his chest. The heel of her shoe dug deep but never broke the skin, that didn't mean that none of it hurt.

Cyclone's composure was long gone. All of her anger was pointed directly at Ghiaccio's chest as she kept dealing kick after kick. Ghiaccio braced for the impact, he didn't know how much he could endure but he sure as hell wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of his screams.

" WHY WON'T. YOU. .DIE?!" Cyclone screeched, stomping with each word. There was the sound of a gun being fired, but Cyclone's instincts were faster than anyone had given credit for. The bullet aimed for her was redirected by a powerful concussive blast of wind, sending it flying to who knows where. She lifted her foot off of Ghiaccio, turning back towards the vigilante who held Shala's gun in trembling hands.

"Leave those kids alone." He growled, strong voice betraying the fear in his eyes. Cyclone's fingers were drawing blood from her palms as she took a step forward.

"This...is all your FAULT!"

The situation couldn't have gone any worse. It was clear that she was going to beat this guy to death, but after that it would be Yoshirou and the Ghiaccio himself. He didn't know how long he could last. He needed something, anything to end this mad woman and get out of this situation alive.

"STOP IT!" The scream was unintentional, Ghiaccio had meant it to just let out in his mind, but something in his soul ached. This wasn't just about himself, or just Yoshirou, but that other man as well. Something inside of him wanted all of them to survive, and for that bitch to be put into her place.

He didn't know why or how but as time seemed to slow down for the second time that day, he felt it, that familiar feeling that he thought he had lost long ago. Ghiaccio smiled realizing that it was back.

"White Album!" Ghiaccio called the name out like an old friend, standing to his feet despite the awful pain in his chest. His stand came to him covering his entire body an a familiar light-colored suit. He wasn't hallucinating, it was the real thing! Ghiaccio clenched and un-clenched his hands, amazed at his reinvigorated strength. But that wasn't the only thing he was struck by, the stand's designed had also changed, it was a more sleek and intimidating look.

Too bad nobody else could see it.

Ghiaccio shot forward, gliding easily on the ground with his skates as ice cold wind raced behind him. Cyclone had scored a punch in before she turned to defend herself, crossing her arms in front of her face. Ghiaccio smirked, that was exactly what he wanted.

To everyone's surprise, instead of hitting her, he simply grabbed hold of her arms. There was a pregnant pause as Cyclone stared at the boy before her in bewilderment, growing increasingly concerned at the sadistic glee in his face.

"You're mine now, bitch."

Even though she couldn't see his suit of armor, Cyclone did see the ice emerging out from his grip, crawling up her arms like insects. She screeched from the brutal cold, but no matter how hard she pulled, the boy held strong. His grip was like a vise, too powerful for someone of his age.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" Ghiaccio warned her. "You'll regret it."

"Fuck you!" Cyclone snarled before pulling back as hard as she could. Maybe it would have been wise to heed the child's warning, but she didn't and reaped the harsh consequences. Her arms broke like a twig, snapping off just above her elbows as she stumbled backward. The ice had numbed the pain, but it was still a horrible shock to her, seeing that kid hold her arms like it was just a pair of rocks.

"What the-WHAT THE FUCK!"

Ghiaccio felt glorious, invigorated by the woman's terrified screams. He hadn't felt this way in a long time, and he didn't want it to end. He threw one arm at her, catching her in the stomach and watched as she fell to the ground. He held her other arm like a weapon, waltzing toward slowly like it was an normal sunny day. He didn't have to say anything, by the look on Cyclone's face she knew what was coming, and tried desperately to stop it. She opened her mouth wide, but whatever trick she had up to her sleeve, Ghiaccio put an end to it. He crossed the distance between them with ease, slapping her across the face with her arm before starting to beat her with it.

All of the anger and frustration built up to this moment came out into a series of hard swings, backed up by White album's power. He swung and continued to swing, ignoring Cyclone's choked sobs and broken pleas. Ghiaccio didn't know how long he had been at it, but he didn't stop, not until a pair of hands grabbed at his shoulders.

"Let me go!" Ghiaccio yelled. "I'm not finished!"

"No kid, I think you are."

Ghiaccio tore away from the sudden grip, turning to see the vigilante standing behind him. He had a grave look on his face as he stared past Ghiaccio and onto the broken form of Cyclone below. Ghiaccio followed his gaze.

Cyclone was dead.


To be honest guys I wanted to change White Album a bit, but that would make it loose it's charm. Since a stand is the personification of a person's willpower (soul) my idea was for White Album to change similar to how purple boi did in a certain light novel