Thank you guys for the reviews, guys! Your the best! So here you guys have it, chapter 14? Yeah maybe, and you know obviously what this chapter will hold. ^^ I hope you enjoy it, and R&R it when you exit. The exits are at the top of the page, or at the bottom. Who knows.
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At the silence of it all, Shiro thought he saw a tumbleweed rolling by. Shiro takes back what he said, a tumbleweed was rolling by. And that described it all as Shiro said one final:
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
The silence stretched on as Shiro just stared, long and hard at the girl- Shiratori or Yukina, whatever it is- who started shuffling uneasily under his gaze. Her blue eyes wavering while gripping nervously on her Japanese parasol, and it was at that moment he truly remarked how young she was. Shiro shifted backwards for a moment with his face scrunched in concentration, a hand going through his hair in a nervous habit.
"Anyone." Shiro said unexpectedly, earning many flinches from the population, "Phone."
The Fubuki held out his hand expectantly, and just as quick, an underling of the Discipline Committee placed the phone in his hand with fumbling hands. He flipped the phone open with a professional flick of his wrist, and starting typing furiously on the phone. Kusakabe only glanced bemused at the sub-prefect while the rest just blinked in confusion, seeing as Shiro ignored everyone in favor of staring down at the screen. Shiratori only furrowed her eyes suspiciously, irritation growing from the lack of interest that Shiro seemed to display towards her at the moment.
When the Katar user seemed satisfied with what he typed, he pressed call and held it next to his ear.
A click of the call connecting was heard in Shiro's ear, and soon came a familiar elderly voice, "Fubuki Residence, who's this-"
"What the fuck is going on?" Shiro said in a sickly sweet voice, earning many shudders from the people, and Shiratori seemed visibly unnerved by this.
"Eh? Shiro-chan? Why does it sound like you want to kill me?" His grandfather asked in genuine bewilderment on the other side of the phone.
Shiro twitched his eye in annoyance as his aura darkened, glaring down at the floor with barely contained anger. The scary thing though was that Shiro was still smiling the entire time, and the people who've been under the gazes themselves shuddered.
"There's a girl here, who accused me for being a heir," silence greeted him from the other side, but Shiro continued anyways.
"She then proceeded to challenge me into a fight, and I would rather kill myself before I lay my hands on a 10 year-old"
Shiratori burst out in anger, pointing violently at Shiro with her parasol, "Hey! I'm 14, you jerk!"
The girl huffed after her outburst, doing the cliché rich girl hand motion to her mouth, "I bet you haven't seen such a regal thing as myself living in these poor conditions, you slug."
Shiro felt another unhealthy twitch to his eye at what she said, still holding the phone next to his ear albeit a bit loose.
Shit, Shiro mentally drawled at Shiratori who smirked overconfidently, a midget and a weirdo name caller, just like a certain prefect he remembers.
Over the phone, Shiro could hear splutters of water spraying, coughing sounds followed the action soon enough. His grandfather was drinking tea, at a time like this?
"Yuki-chan!?" Satoshi yelled out baffled, having just heard the ridiculous sentence she just said.
"You know her!" Shiro fired right back, pointing at Shiratori even though his grandfather couldn't see.
"I- ugh, well-" Shiratori, who heard the outburst from the man on the phone herself sighed.
"I have a name you know, Shiratori Yukina! I'm your 3rd cousin, and I'm one out of two qualified heirs to the Fubuki Household." Shiratori seemed to glare harder at the last sentence.
"Yet you," She pointed the parasol at Shiro again, contempt lacing her voice, "Became the heir, even though you weren't born into the family business like Satoshi-sama. It makes me wonder if you somehow manipulated him to-"
"What are you, some kind of Yakuza leader," Shiro whispered subtly to the phone, eyeing the girl that kept rambling on and on about some kind of duty.
"About that, Shiro-chan." Satoshi started slowly, and it made Shiro rub his temples.
"You are, aren't you."
"Sorry, I was going to tell you about it when you were ready, but I didn't expect Yuki-chan to actually challenge you in person after the announcement." Satoshi said with fatigue, and it made Shiro guilty even though he had any rights to be angry with him.
"I'll…I'll talk to you later, Grandfather. I'll deal with Shiratori right now, but I deserve an explanation later." Shiro replied, sweat dropping at the exaggerated hand motions from the younger challenger.
"Alright, but just to remind you, Yuki-chan isn't like us, but at the same time, don't underestimate her. She was raised for the sole purpose of becoming heir to the household." Satoshi warned, and it made Shiro smile.
"I wasn't going to in the first place. Bye." Shiro hanged up, only now noticing the echoing steps coming towards them.
The Fubuki turned around, only to see Kyoya walking towards the crowd with a look of displeasure.
"Ah, the creepy music." True to his words, the eerie music started playing in the background, really, Shiro needed background music too.
"Eh? Fubuki?" Shiro ignored Kusakabe as he smiled indifferently at the approaching prefect.
"Herbivores, explain this disturbance." It was at that moment Kyoya noticed Shiratori, who held her white parasol close to her at the sight off the prefect.
Shiro quirked his eyebrow at Shiratori, who was staring warily at Kyoya while taking a step back. They we're definitely related someway, the instincts of a Fubuki, blood or not, always told them to run than fight Kyoya, it was total suicide if they fought. On the other hand, the demon prefect looked daggers at the young girl, pulling out his tonfas.
"For trespassing, I'll bite you-"
"Kyoya!" It was never good to interrupt the older while he was saying his infamous catchphrase, but he needed to stop him.
The prefect looked at the arm held out in front of him, turning to look at Shiro with cold grey eyes, a frown descending on his lips.
"Omnivore-" The prefect halted his words, almost visibly showing his startled look.
"Kyoya," eyes glowed as a predatory gleam crossed Shiro as he focused on Shiratori, "This is my fight."
Kyoya was silent, staring at Shiro for a moment before tilting his head to follow the other's gaze that landed on the girl. The prefect was tight lipped for a moment before he gritted his teeth and turned around, walking towards Kusakabe who looked grim.
"Do whatever you want." Kyoya said, standing next to his second-in-command, face tilted to the side with arms crossed.
At Kyoya's consent, Shiro smirked towards Shiratori who in turn gave a feral grin like that of a cat. The Fubuki watched as Shiratori crouched, her weapon to the side as she grounded her feet on the ground. She propelled herself towards the sub-prefect, swinging her parasol from the side as she aimed for Shiro's stomach.
Shiro easily dodged the attack with an aerial cartwheel, stopping mid flight to grab the umbrella, anchoring it down. Shiratori went down at the weight, and Shiro landed to immediately deliver a kick to her ribs. But white greeted Shiro's sight when Shiratori unfastened her parasol, deflecting the kick to the side with the cover. Shiro winched at the brief impact.
Metal ribs? Shiro thought, landing with a slight limp, fuck, that hurts!
Shiratori looked smugly at his pain as she placed her parasol back on her shoulder, "My parasol was designed to feel like a war fan, and it makes deflecting very useful, not to mention a great distraction. Especially towards pain."
Shiro chuckled silently at the sadistic girl, swiping his Katars out one at a time, "I've noticed."
The candidate observed his weapons before she scoffed, and readied herself when Shiro appeared right in front of her. Lashing out with his left Katar, he pushed her parasol to the side when she tried to deflect, leaving her vulnerable for open attacks. She widened her eyes at the plan, and Shiro aimed with his right hand, bringing his Katar down. It was at that moment when something glinted to the side, and came from the side to block his blade.
"You," Shiro called out excitedly and slightly exasperated, "You even have a tanto in that parasol, aren't you just full of surprises."
The short blade was held in front of Shiratori horizontally, having been pulled out from the handle of the parasol. Her hands shook from the brute strength coming from Shiro. All the same, the girl managed to give at least one cheeky smirk at him, and Shiro glanced to the side to see her open parasol that closed in itself. She gave a lightning swing towards Shiro's face, whose eyes widened at the speed.
Fast-!
"Take this, Fubuki Shiro!" Shiratori yelled with a victorious grin, hearing the sickening thud of metal against-
"Not fast enough." Shiro said with a wild smile, amber eyes glowing as he used his forearm to block the parasol like it wasn't made of metal.
Shiratori gaped in shock as she leaned away,"Wha- That's not possible!"
He should have at least been in pain or most definitely broken a bone, Shiratori mentally panicked, staring at the unflinching eyes.
And yet he-
"Oi, if you don't pay attention to the fight, how do you expect to become the leader of the Fubuki Household." A kick connected to her solar plexus as she gasped, the force sending her sliding back.
Shiratori dug her flats to the dirt, leaving a trail behind as she coughed while gripping her stomach. The other hand was on the ground to steady her from the shock, and her sight wavered at the pain but she slowly adjusted. Her parasol was still in her hand, but she somehow lost her tanto from the kick. She raised her head, only to deflect with her parasol again when Shiro came down at her with his Katars. The fight continued for awhile, and Shiro attacked her mercilessly while she could only deflect. Shiro smiled slightly, flipping backwards when Shiratori raised her parasol upwards, only to swipe Shiro off his feet when he landed. Being the acrobat he is, he always tucked into himself, landing into a crouch every time. The monkeying around must be pissing her off with the way she tried to bruise his arms and legs. But with the way she's carelessly swinging about, it was quick to find and opening as Shiro kicked the parasol out off her hands.
"You can tell me if you want to admit defeat, Shiratori," Shiro said calmly, seeing her try to reach out for her parasol at the last moment.
Shiratori watched her last defense mechanism gone, but she slowly stumbled to her feet, eyes determined. Shiro watched as the girl held her hands out in a fighting position, although it was rather different from what he usual did. Her hands were lowered to waist height, one leg at the front while one at the back.
"I'm not done yet," At her declaration, a snort resounded from behind Shiro, and it was quite easy to tell it was Kyoya.
The Fubuki didn't turn around, deciding to ask about it later as he held out his Katars and the fight continued. She held her ground quite well, Shiro observed, delivering a kick that was blocked by her with both her forearms. However, Shiro narrowed his eyes, she's in pain at the constant blocking. As an example, he tried to knee her, only to be recklessly blocked with poor hands. She was also extremely tired with the way she was panting and sweating to keep up. He should end this.
Shiro punched forwards with his Katar, aiming to nick her when something unexpected happened. Shiratori bit her lip in concentration, red hands held out to redirect his motion 100%, throwing Shiro off to the side. Wide amber eyes were greeted with the ground before he rolled at the last moment, landing in a kneeling position before darting to the side when she tried to kick him.
"That was…" Shiro didn't finish the sentence with serious eyes as he swiped Shiratori off her feet, in hope to end this as fast as possible.
With a yelp she fell, but instead of meeting the ground, a hand slipped around her waist and up. Shiro who grabbed ahold of her in the last minute set her down gently on the ground. The girl watched with stunned blue eyes, feeling the caring hands holding her.
Shiro's face was in front of hers, his amber eyes watched in worry but earnestly at the girl whose face started turning red at the close distance.
"You know, grandfather said that you were raised for the sole purpose of upholding the Fubuki legacy." Shiro said slowly, and Shiratori could only nod numbly.
"Right now, I'm named as heir-" Anger flared back into blue eyes as she struggled in his hold, trying to punch him to no avail.
"What! Are you going to rub it in my face that you won! You freaking slug! You'll shame the Fubuki name! I'm not done yet, I haven't lost yet till I drop de-"
The girl hitched her breath when Shiro slammed his Katar right next to her head, lodging it deep into the earth. Shiratori gulped, eyes straining to see the weapon before she looked back at Shiro, and blinked. He was grinning.
"Baka, I'm not done yet." Shiro said cheerily, amber eyes softening, easily prying the Katar back from earth's grip.
"All I was gonna say was that right now I'm the heir, and I won this round. That means that you're basically free to do anything else you want, right? I mean training your entire life for the position to become heir must be very boring. So how about this."
Shiro stood up as he held out his hand with Shiratori watching with shiny and awed eyes, grabbing it. She was pulled forwards softly, and she got to see Shiro's face up close. It was pretty, Shiratori though with bright eyes.
"You can do whatever you want now, anything. From dancing, going to parks, getting friends, anything you've ever wanted. I'll uphold this position, and when your strong enough and ready to fight me again, come and get it." Shiro beamed, letting her hand go.
Shiratori stood there for a moment, silent and head hunched low. Shiro blinked, hand going through his hair as he kept the limb there.
Did I make her angry again? Shiro pondered, tilting his head nervously
Unknowingly to the white hair, Shiratori was looking away, covering her mouth as a mad blush crossed her face.
He's a saint, Shiratori wheezed in her head, stepping back as she shuffled awkwardly around for her weapons.
The girl didn't turn around, in fear that he'll see her in such an embarrassing state.
"A-anyways, I-I lost this time, but I'll come back!" She stuttered, and suddenly, a hand was placed on her head and ruffled her head.
"Let's see each other soon," The voice was none other than Shiro as Shiratori's blush intensified 10x.
She whirled around, pointing shakily with her parasol in a red mess, "Y-you might of won this time! But I'll make sure that I defeat you next time for the position of heir! I-I-I'll see you soon!"
The girl left as fast as she came here, and Shiro watched her go in awe at her speed. On the other hand, frantic yells from the side and obvious shrieks coming from Tsuna made Shiro turn his head, only to reel back. Kyoya was furious, black miasma just rolling off of him as the prefect tried to chase Shiratori, his tonfas drawn. But the thing that really made Shiro nearly have a heart attack was that Kusakabe was holding down the demon prefect himself.
"Di-Director! I know you're mad, but you can't! Murder is-" Kusakabe chocked when an elbow hit his windpipe, but the man miraculously held on.
"Kusakabe, release me now, or I'll fucking bite you to death."
"HIEEEE! There's foam! Kusakabe-senpai! T-t-t-there's foam!"
"Juudaime! You don't need to worry about someone so unworthy like hi-"
"Ahahaha, everything is so dramatic today, but I really liked the dance they just did."
"You fucking baseball-freak, they weren't dancing! They we-"
"That was extremely beautiful!"
Shiro rushed towards Kusakabe, hoping that he could save him from Kyoya's wrath in time. Because damnit, they needed him for the future, Kyoya needs him too.
All the while this happened, the principle could only watch from the window with a defeated and haunted look.
"Has everyone forgotten about school?"
Shiro followed Kyoya uneasily, seeing that the prefect was obviously still pissed at the earlier fight.
"Kyoya, I'm sorry, about earlier," Shiro tried to apologize, and maybe to lessen the fury that the older seemed to steam up.
Shiro flinched when Kyoya stopped abruptly, not turning around nor did he say anything. The Fubuki backed away at this, grabbing onto the walls for support reason being the bruise forming from where he kicked the parasol. Kyoya finally turned around, and Shiro saw that he looked murderous. The acrobat managed to choke down his pathetic 'eep', but seriously, give him a break. He's exhausted from the fight with Shiratori, mentally too from what he saw Kyoya do to…Kusakabe and everyone in the vicinity. Godspeed, Shiro echoed in his mind with a shudder.
"Omnivore." It was sudden, but Shiro felt himself pressed to the wall with Kyoya's right hand trapping him.
The younger smiled, a little to nervous, but still smiled, but it was a very frozen and rigid one.
Kabe-don*! Shiro could hear the words scream in his head, and it made him sweat apprehensively.
"Kyoya, what are you doing." Shiro rushed, not knowing what to do in the situation.
Kyoya only stared deep into Shiro's eyes, and the younger tried his best not to look away out of discomfort. The prefect used his other free hand and placed it on his cheek, a thumb rubbing just by the side of his amber eyes. Shiro didn't show much, but he was really confused about the entire situation, so he just stood there, letting the older to caress. Besides, it was rather comforting, Shiro thought with his eyelids lowering, leaning into the touch, the hand reminds him of Emi. They stood there for awhile, and Shiro was starting to get tired because it felt like hours with the warmth nearly making him fall asleep.
"They're mine." Shiro jerked at those words, furrowing his brows as Kyoya stared a bit longer into his eyes.
When the Hibari was satisfied, he let go and moved to continue walking, and Shiro just stood there and looked at the back of the departing figure.
"What's mine?" Shiro muttered quietly to himself, touching the edge of his eye before brushing it off hesitantly as he headed the other way to class.
The time he was heading home was the time he really thought he was about to have a heart attack. The cause being that fucking Reborn was standing right behind him, and said the infamous 'ciaossu'. Shiro was all tensed up as he turned around, trying to force himself to relax with amber eyes watching uneasily at the baby that looked so innocent, but just screamed 'I can kill you motherfucker in a blink of an eye'.
"Fubuki Shiro." At his name, Shiro felt his inner bravery shatter.
This baby is scary, Shiro thought mentally gripping his heart like a lifeline.
"Join dame-Tsuna's famiglia." At those words, the acrobat held his breath, clutching the straps of his bag tightly.
"Pardon?" Shiro would have reprimanded himself for sounding foolish, but right now, he had bigger worries.
"Join dame-Tsuna's famiglia." Reborn repeated, those beady black eyes staring deep into his own.
Shiro honestly wasn't expecting this, and it was dangerous. So he prompted for only smiling, hoping that the other couldn't see his struggles with keeping secrets.
"Your smile is terrible." Reborn commented off handedly, earning a startled gasp from Shiro.
"It's a pretty damn good smile, mom taught me that- ah." Shiro rambled out of instinct only to mentally curse, he's spending too much time with his dad.
"Anyways," Shiro crouched down, holding his hands out for Reborn to jump into, because why the hell not, and besides, it's a once in a life time chance.
Shiro felt rather delighted when the other did it willingly without hesitation, and pulled him into his chest. They began walking down the street, enjoying the silent company of the other. It was a surprise at how easily the cursed baby relaxed into his arms, and it was kinda fun. The smaller was lighter than he looked with the suit and all.
It was at that moment he started contemplating about Reborn's offer, joining Tsuna's famiglia, huh. He tilted his head towards the skies, he cared for Tsuna, he really did, and he cared for everyone of the cast, despite not having meet most of them. He knew he'd just adore them. Maybe, he doesn't know about some…other insane people. Besides, he's not important right now. All that matters is that the plot line doesn't spiral because of his mistakes. He shouldn't be getting involved with them at all in the first place, but is becoming their friend really such a bad thing? He'll be content with just protecting them by the sidelines, maybe as some kind of kickass side character.
"I'll think about it," Shiro started with a calm smile, looking down at Reborn in his arms, "Like what most people say, let the future decide."
Reborn observed him for a moment before nodding, "Is that so."
Shiro sighed before he remembered something, "I still have some candy from yesterday, and it's taffy. Do you want some?"
"Coffee flavor?" Reborn inquired curiously, and Shiro thought for a moment before nodding slowly.
"Mhm, I usually eat them while patrolling, but it's not really my favorite." Shiro let Reborn to jump from his arms to the short wall next to them.
Shuffles of paper sounded from Shiro's carrier, and he grabbed out his wrinkled bag of taffies. He grabbed out all the ones that were coffee flavored and handed them to Reborn. The acrobat smiled at Reborn's nod, tugging his school bag securely onto his shoulders, waving with his other hand.
"Well then, bye bye." Shiro turned around to sprint home, he was already late and he don't want to make his mother worry again.
Reborn watched him go, chewing on one of the taffy the white-haired boy gave him.
"A good addition to Tsuna's famiglia."
"I'm home!" Shiro called out, taking off his shoes as Manako came out from the kitchen to great her son.
"Welcome home, Shiro-chan." Manako replied, and Shiro grinned at her.
Immediately, a blast of dramatic air rushed down the hallway, only to reveal Ryuu who lunged for his son. Both Manako and Shiro blanked at the sight, Manako stepping back at the incoming missile to let her son to defend himself.
"Shiroooooooooo-chan!" The overly affectionate dad shouted, glomping Shiro into a hug who only muffled at the lack of air.
Shiro pulled one of his dad's offending hands down to breath as Ryuu continued to snuggle his son.
"Dad." Shiro said, turning blue, "Let go. I'm chocking- seriously, cho-king."
Obviously the father didn't listen, so it was up to Manako to make the bear hugger release his captive.
"Ryuu-chan." Manako said sinisterly, eyes glowing like a demon out of hell while patting a kitchen knife in her hands.
ARyuu stiffened, letting Shiro go in a moments notice moving towards his beloved wife. Manako only chuckled as Ryuu just stood like a shaking tree next to her, and it made Shiro wonder who really was the man of the family. Shiro walked up the stairs to his room when he remembered something.
"Oh yeah," His parents perked up at him, "A girl named Shiratori Yukina challenged me since I'm the heir to the Fubuki Household."
Ryuu choked, "SHIRATORI! You meet a Shiratori! You meet my scary-ass cousin's dau-"
"Ryuu-chan! Language!"
"But- but! Wait. Did he say heir? Oh my god he did-" Shiro was pretty sure his dad was in the border of hyperventilating, and Manako did the only thing necessary to calm him down.
She pulled him down by the collar and gave him a rather passionate kiss that made Shiro gag, because no child should witness they're parents kissing. The son moved up the stairs quickly, making sure that he wouldn't see anything else that'll destroy his mature mentality.
He closed the door behind him with a sigh, dropping his school bag by his desk, leaving the lights closed. Shiro sat down on his bed, looking down at his phone before he called his grandfather.
Click.
"Shiro." A somber voice replied briskly, nothing following that as the silence hung in the air.
Shiro looked to the ground, amber eyes glowing eerily in the dark as he leaned forwards, "Please explain."
EXTRA:
"Shiro-kun? What...are you doing?" Tsuna asked, having just come back from being dropped into the pool saving Yamamoto and Gokudera.
Shiro on the other hand turned inexpressively to him, holding a fishing rod in his hand and one leg propped onto the windowsill. A finger was placed on Shiro's lips in a shushing motion, before he casted the hook out of the window and down. Tsuna just waited curiously, wondering what the older was so hell bent serious about. The sky user was pretty sure that a couple of seconds passed before Shiro started reeling the string back up, a look of absolute graveness from what he caught. It was at that moment a dark object popped out, and it made Tsuna scream.
"IS THAT HAIR!" Shiro placed the fishing rod on his shoulder with a pokerface twisting to a grin so wide that it could even match Joker's himself.
The older took hold of Tsuna's hand, pulling him along as he dashed with an unwilling Tsuna.
"This is the principal speaking." The speakers echoed suddenly, "We currently have a Code White situation, and if you see Fubuki Shiro anywhere, please apprehend him. Again. He has stolen…my…rather valuable artefact… The reward is 1 week without school."
A mad cackle erupted from Shiro as he ran down the hall, Tsuna wailing from behind him when he saw the crowd of students and Discipline members chasing them.
Kabe-don* - The best romantic position where a person leans towards a person trapped behind a wall, trapping with one arm (or both).
Was this an alright chapter? Kinda felt like it wasn't very satisfying, but I'm at least doing my best in improving! I also want to tell you guys that next chapter will take longer to update.
I REPEAT, THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL TAKE LONGER TO UPDATE.
I reason being is that I'm wrapping up everything of the daily arc in that one chapter, because I know you guys want to get to the main arcs, right?*Winks* Usually I update at Sunday, but since the next chapter will be a long one, might need a little more time to get everything written. It might turn out weird, who knows, I just hope you don't mind the time delay for it.
Anyways, thank you for reading, and be sure to R&R on the way out. See you~
P.S Here's a trivia! *Grins* Who do you think Shiro was based on before I created him?
I'll give you a hint, he's not a real person, nor an anime character, and he's actually a hero from DC Comics. Can you guess who?
I'll give the first one to answer a cookie. The Cookie.