I've started a new sport. I'll give you a clue to what it is: EXTREMELY EXTREME :D Oh, and guess what I found when I was being lazy and searched my story on google instead of logging in to find it? This fic was mentioned by KHR fanfiction stories on facebook~ And it has a like~ And my status as the queen of crack was affirmed~ I AM PROUD OF MYSELF PEOPLE :D
Reviewer quotes:
'Kyoko is just so Bad ASS that's it's just unbearable! And I can imagine Tsuna asking his mom..."Hey, mommy? I heard some kids at school saying words I don't know."
"Really? Do you remember them?"
"Uh-huh! Kyoko-chan called Ryuga a bastard and Hana called Kyoko a bitch. And then Lu soon called Ryuga a dumbass and punched Ryuga in the head, and Ryuga yelled out fuck. But then they all said the S word."
"W-What's the S word..?"
Tsuna looks around carefully. "S-Shut up..."'-Jalen Kun
'Tsuna:HIEEE Minususagi-sensei!
Me:what...
Tsuna:today i saw something today...
Me: what, a girl that vanished from your sight but not for your friend, also you saw a man in black clothes appearing and disappearing...
Tsuna:How did you know?
Me:Tuna fish, stop playing slender man and fear, beside you are too young to play horror games in the first place'-Minususagi
I slammed into the floor for the billionth time, pain ricocheting up my back as hands let go of the pole, it skidding across the floor and out of my sight. "What? You done already?" An arrogant voice leered at me and I looked up to glare at Itsuki, trying not to wince in agony.
He was, quite frankly, beating the shit out of me.
Sure, I had the technique and based off that I should have been only a little worse than he was. But that was only theoretically.
Come on, I was only three damn years old! My muscles just hasn't developed enough even with that boxing practice with Kohiro! It doesn't matter if you have mastered some sort of fighting skill, the minute you are pitted against somebody so much more physically strong than you, you lose. Game over. And Itsuki wasn't just strong, he was skilled too. Pigs would fly the minute I managed to defeat him even if he was going easy on me.
Scrambling to my feet, I ran in the general direction of where I thought the pole I had dropped was but Itsuki caught the back of my top and sent me flying backwards towards the wall.
Déjà vu much?
Turning in mid air, I placed my feet on the wall and pushed off it, hoping to god I wouldn't land badly. I ended up smacking my feet into the floor right beside Itsuki and skidding a few feet forwards, ducking under a swing of his pole. Squinting to try and see through the darkness, I spied my pole and dived for it, wrapping my fingers around it and turning. Not that it mattered since I could not even tell whether Itsuki was even back there anymore.
Fuck, I should just stop right now and hope Itsuki will accept my surrender.
Then I suddenly saw a small glint of something out of the corner of my eye and dropped to the floor, just avoiding a kick aimed right at my chest. "Nice dodge," Itsuki hummed as he spun on one foot, my body rolling out of the way before he could bring his pole down onto my back. "On a roll I see."
...That was a fucking terrible pun.
Running backwards until my back hit a wall, I held my pole up in front of me, eyes darting around in order to try and catch even a glimpse of him. Useless really as it was just impossible to see anything more than a meter away. My breathing all of a sudden sounded way too loud in the silence of the room and I bit my lip, trying to calm down.
Three hits. That's all I need.
Just hit the bastard three times.
Gripping the pole tighter, I felt my senses heighten and a small sound but a sound nonetheless of boots slamming into the floor reached my ears. Instantly my mind whirred. Left! I swung my pole with great force only to have it blocked, Itsuki cocking an eyebrow with that arrogant smirk of his. "Good tactic of yours to put yourself against the wall so my actions of attack would be more limited. But it also means..." He didn't finish his sentence, leg kicking out at me as I finished the sentence in my mind. You can't run away.
His foot connected with my stomach making me cough violently. Despite this attack though, I found myself doing a scheming smile. Gotcha.
Grasping my pole with now one hand, I lifted it up slowly as Itsuki placed more pressure onto my stomach and then, as I drew his attention with my face twisting up in agony, I brought it up to his leg and tapped it.
One.
He blinked, brows furrowing in slight confusion as I could see the cogs in his mind whir.
Two.
At the second tap he seemed to get it and began to pull his leg away but by then it was too late.
Three.
Doubling over, I coughed even more and let my legs give out from underneath me, Itsuki gazing at me with what seemed like half annoyance, half pleasant surprise. "That is what I would consider cheating."
I looked up at him, wiping blood away from my mouth. Damn it, he kicked hard. "You never said how hard I had to hit you so I wouldn't consider that cheating."
"True but I doubt tapping somebody in a fight would ever help you win," he drawled out as he took some sort of remote out of his pocket and pressed a button, the lights instantly flickering on.
"This wasn't a fight though," I pointed out, a small smirk of achievement overcoming my face. "It was a game."
At this he grinned and offered a hand out to me. "And I concede defeat."
Taking his hand, I allowed him to pull me up, resisting the urge to collapse again when a stab of pain ran through my body. "So, do we have to play anymore games now-holy shit!" I sprang away from Itsuki in shock as Schwarz suddenly popped up out from fucking nowhere.
So I almost die by Itsuki's hands and then am finished off with a fucking heart attack?!
Glaring at him, Itsuki looked at the man with not a shred of surprise on his face like he had been expecting him to appear like that. Well fucking warn me next time then you bastard! "I trust the whole thing went smoothly, Schwarz?"
Schwarz's expression-or at least what I could see of it-didn't change. "A child saw through the illusions."
I started in surprise as Itsuki's eyes narrowed. "Which child?"
For a moment a bolt of fear struck me. Was he going to kill the child that saw through it? Was he going to kill a toddler to silence them? A toddler I would know?
The answer came to my mind immediately. Yes. Of course he would. Itsuki wasn't a nice person even to young children; just look at the way he treated and thought about me and Hibari. He could claim he had guidelines like all Yakuza had but really, he was just the boss of an organisation that wasn't afraid to kill anyone. If he could consider killing me when I outlived my usefulness then why would he treat anyone else differently, kid or not?
Oh god please don't let it be Hana, Ryuga or Lu soon. Killing any kid from there is bad enough but please don't let it be any of them. Please, please, please.
It might have been my mind playing tricks on me but I could have sworn Schwarz looked directly at me when he spoke the name. "Sawada Tsunayoshi."
My eyes widened before I could stop myself. It made sense since Tsuna did have hyper intuition but only in the whole Kokuyo arc did it actually start showing! How could he have it now when that whole thing would be around a decade from now?!
Itsuki turned to see my wide eyes and half closed his own, mouth set in a line. "You know him?"
Only too well. "He's just an ordinary kid if not a bit of an idiot. I don't see how he could have seen through those illusions unless the illusionist was at fault," I shifted my gaze onto Schwarz and let it harden. As much as I did not like Tsuna, I wasn't going to let him die just so he wouldn't become infatuated with me. Firstly because I just wasn't that much of a bitch (no, seriously, I wasn't) and secondly, he was not only the future Vongola Decimo but Sawada fucking Iemitsu's kid. And that drunk bastard would not take kindly to me if he found out his son's death was my fault.
"Really?" Itsuki stepped towards me, staring me down. "I kind of doubt he's just ordinary if he broke through Schwarz's illusions."
"I broke through them." I reminded him, looking up at him and forcing myself not to look away.
"And I hardly classify you as normal."
"But Sawada Tsunayoshi is normal."
"Liar," he spoke with a harsh voice, it passing a clear threat over to me. I would tell him the truth or I would pay for it.
A rush of anger flooded through my veins and I glared defiantly at him. "You don't trust me at all."
"I could say the same back," the yakuza boss sneered at me, mouth twisted into a snarl.
"You blame me for that?" I knew I was treading dangerous ground but I still continued, connecting all of the dots finally. "You want to find out what he is to me don't you? A kid seeing through an illusion doesn't matter since no one would believe them anyway. It was probably just a fluke he saw through Schwarz's too. You want-"
"Blackmail material?" He finished, a sour expression still on his face. "Yeah. It is what this is. Getting things to use against you like you tried to do earlier with me. An eye for an eye isn't it?" At this his whole face changed and a terrible smile appeared, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "So, tell me me the truth."
The urge to punch him grew inside me but that wouldn't do any good. He would just beat me like before and I was injured already. So I did what I knew was best but hated doing. "I'm going home."
A tactical retreat.
"No, you aren't," Itsuki's smile dropped.
"I want to see my family. I'm going home," I began to walk past him, hearing Itsuki turn to watch me leave as anger continued to boil up inside of me.
"Schwarz, stop her."
Instantly something began to form in front of me but, with my frustration levels at max, I simply glared at it making it shimmer and disappear. "I said, I'm going home!" Looking behind me, I gave Itsuki one final glare before strolling out of the room. And, once I was certain I was out of sight, I began to run.
Schwarz was stunned.
He rarely showed it but right now his mouth was slightly agape, eyes focused upon the doorway she had stormed out of. His employer on the other hand was grinning with pure feral excitement, eyes glinting with something Schwarz was certain was more than moderately dangerous. "Amazing isn't she? I knew the little bitch had an affinity with it!"
The illusionist drew in a shaky breath. "That was a high level illusion. She shouldn't have been able to even react in time to it let alone dispel it."
"I know," Itsuki turned his gaze onto him, eyes still dancing. "Isn't it amazing?"
"She's not amazing. She could put several people in peril by you deciding to anger her in such a way," Schwarz informed him despite his mind screaming in agreement with the man. What she had done was not some small feat even for people ten times her age.
She had more than just an affinity for it. She was perfect for it. And that was both stunning and horribly dangerous.
"Oh fuck that," Itsuki dismissed his argument easily, that predatory hunger so clear even in his mere voice. "If I was scared off by a little danger, I would be shitting myself by just breathing in a Yakuza base."
The illusionist narrowed his eyes behind his mask as the other man brought out a pack of cigarettes, removing one and placing it in between his lips. "There is a difference between being fearless and stupid, Itsuki."
Itsuki paused as he took out his lighter, smile dropping for a split second and then reappearing. "Schwarz…" lighting the cigarette, he took a drag of it, puffing smoke right into the illusionist's face. The young man didn't react to the smoke, acting as if it did not even exist. "You are somebody with safety boundaries aren't you?"
"I take the necessary precautions with everything I do if that is what you mean."
"Exactly," he didn't stop grinning. "I guess if you were to, as I am planning to do, play with...fire, you would use them until a certain point when you knew your safety would be jeopardized if you continued. Cut them off before they became too dangerous."
Schwarz nodded without hesitation, as if he had known that Itsuki were to say something like that.
"Thats where the losers and winners diverge in this world," the smoking man's eyes began to get more wild and excited. "Whilst you would stop before you got burned, I would keep on going and keep on letting the fire burn brighter until the flames licked at my very skin. And then…" with one flex of his fingers, he crushed the cigarette.
A short silence followed before Itsuki dropped the crushed cigarette and his eyes returned to normal. "Schwarz, a word of advice: go beyond the safety boundaries this time. Bleed everything you can out of them so you can step back, admire your creation and then crush them." Letting out some sort of satisfied sigh, he focused his eyes upon Schwarz. "This is an order Schwarz. Do whatever you can to get that girl to come back here tomorrow. Torture, threats, I don't give a shit how you do it. Just do it."
Schwarz inclined his head before winking out of existence, Itsuki closing his eyes. Sasagawa Kyoko, the best illusionist in the world and working under the up and coming Yakuza boss, Hibari Itsuki.
Huh. Has a nice ring to it.
After my dramatic exit from that room, I was currently hitting my head against a wall in frustration.
Of course I was lost again. Of motherfucking course I was fucking lost in Itsuki's fucking yakuza fucking base with him and that fucking Schwarz probably wanting to fucking decapitate me and fuck and fuck and fuck!
Letting out a growl of anger, I pulled my head away from the wall before kicking it hard. Instantly I regretted it, my temper washing away as the both the pain from earlier and just now with that kick raced through my body. It made me cough and slump down against the wall, limbs screaming in protest at every movement I made. Okay, so not only was I a fucking idiot but now a crippled one too. Wow, brain, this really was a good idea to get Itsuki to train me wasn't it?
Blowing hair out of my face, I looked out of a crack in the sliding door in front of me, it leading to another courtyard I presumed but I was aching too much to confirm my suspicions. It was dark and gloomy outside, rain pouring down to make the whole atmosphere heavy.
I wrinkled my nose. "Fucking pathetic fallacy."
"Pathetic fallacy only comes into play in a work of fiction." The voice made me turn and, upon seeing a human face right in front of me whilst lightning struck, I automatically punched forwards, the figure simply stepping backwards to evade.
And then I decided life most certainly hated my guts. "Hibari."
The boy had crossed his arms, eyes slightly narrowed and, like Alouette, they looked like an oncoming storm. Which perfectly describes my situation right now. "Why are you here herbivore? Explain." His tone was clipped as usual and I had the great feeling that if I didn't answer I would no longer be a cripple.
Or categorized as a living human being.
"I'm here because your dad is a dick," I told him, not missing Hibari's glare. Fuck, I am so going to die.
"That is not an adequate explanation."
I snorted loudly. "Okay, I'm here because your dad is a jerk and a dick."
"Adding such an adjective to your 'explanation' does not constitute as being adequate." I spied Hibari's fists clenching. Yep, I am so, so dead.
At this point my brain probably should have screamed that me dying was a bad thing but apparently all the shits I gave about the situation had flown away before this conversation had even started and bitch slapped all the common sense I owned. "Okay, so your dad is a fucking jerk and a fucking dick and you should go fuck yourself, that was a perfectly adequate explanation. Happy you bastard?"
To be honest, Hibari took it all rather well.
Took it rather well meaning he didn't jump at me within five seconds and destroy everything in his path. Instead he gave me a look of death before then reaching down, grabbing me by the front of my top and slamming me into the wall. His lips were curled into a snarl but I didn't bother fighting back, probably the smartest thing I had decided to do today even if I could have so easily reached out and punched his lights out.
Twice retreating. Fuck, I am going to have to kill Ryuga a hell of a lot of times to get my mood up again.
Because I had decided not to fight, Hibari's eyes half closed and he let go, letting me slump onto the ground. "Fighting against you now would be boring," he told me with his disdainful gaze. "Get out of here."
Crossing my arms, I scowled a little. "I would have gotten out of this shit hole ages ago if I actually knew where the fuck I was."
The boy's glare intensified at my description of his home but I didn't care. My body was in fucking pain and I wanted to just go home. "Why should I give such information to you, herbivore?"
This made me snort again. He sounds like his dad, bargaining for shit. "Because otherwise I will rot to death here," pressing my hands on the floor, I pushed myself up to my feet and winced in slight pain.
"Not my problem," Hibari drawled, his eyes sweeping up and down my visible injuries.
"It is your problem if I'm going to stink the whole place up with my corpse," I pushed my hair out of my eyes, my scraped knuckles burning at the contact. This made Hibari pause for thought before stepping backwards and opening the sliding door fully, rain pouring down and wind whipping his hair dramatically.
I kissed my teeth. Fucking characters and their awesome shots.
"Follow the wall to the left," he told me making me deadpan.
"In this weather? Ha, no."
His response? Grab me and throw me outside.
I landed badly in a puddle, swearing loudly as the bastard, smirked from inside, my entire body within moments soaked. And at that I decided I had let one too many fights pass me by.
So, scrambling to my feet as Hibari began to close the doors, I pulled off one of my completely drenched trainers and threw it right at his face. It connected with a loud thud and knocked him to the floor, his eyes wide with surprise.
Clearly he had not been expecting that. And it was understandable since I was now wondering why the hell I had just done that too.
Hibari then sat up, a huge red mark on his head where my trainer had hit him and eyes practically screaming about my death. His mouth opened, presumably to hiss some promise of pain but I didn't hang around long enough to hear it. Instead, with only one trainer and a body wanting to collapse on the floor, I spun on my heel and ran for it.
Not once did I look back.
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If I were running the world I would have it rain only between 2 and 5 am. Anyone who was out then ought to get wet.
OMAKE
Itsuki grinned as he spotted a familiar mop of hair. "Hey, Kyoya- what the hell?!" the man said loudly, staring at his son whose clothes were drenched and had the starting of a bruise on his forehead. Hibari was scowling immensely, holding a trainer in his left hand. The Yakuza boss recognized it instantly-after all, noticing the slightest things about everyone was essential to succeed in his line of work. "Should I ask why the heck you have that Sasagawa girl's shoe?"
Hibari shifted his glare onto his father, anger hardly contained. "She threw it at me," he growled out as if it were the greatest crime in the universe.
"And let me guess, you pushed her into the rain?" Itsuki smirked when his son didn't answer. "You had it coming then kid." Laughing, the man began to walk away only to stop in a doorway, lips stretched into an amused smile. "Some spunky Cinderella ain't she? Then again, you are one spunky prince~"
The boy froze, not moving until his father had left. And then, not without a degree of fury, Hibari threw the trainer out of the window.
I've now got a mental image of Kyoko being a badass Cinderella and Hibari a psycho prince~ Also, I've got a great quote for a later chapter. I would have used it this one but it would be a tad too evil with all of you guys thinking this chapter would be about another character :D Argh, I wanted this chapter to be a little bit longer but my mind just screamed it would make for a slightly too serious chapter. My fight scene was a total fail though D: I CANNOT WRITE THE FIGHTS *sobs*
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