Author's rant: Why…? WHY ARE THERE SUCH SHITTY FICS OUT THERE? WHAT'S WITH YOUR GRAMMAR AND VOCABULARY? YOU WRITE WORSE THAN I DID WHEN I WAS TWELVE - AND THAT SHIT WAS UNBEARABLE.
Seriously, though, it's a major piss-off.
To Hunger Games!
Chapter 27
Enter: Back to the Future…Again (Finally!)
Collectively, sighs of relief were released. No one noticed Yuri's dark smirk. Or if they did, they passed it off as nothing, for Yuri tended to grin evilly every now and then.
Yuri frowned when she noticed that Tsuna had remained in his Hyper Dying Will mode. What, he didn't trust her? "Why are you on alert, Tsuna? Daemon's gone, isn't he?" she asked with a playful smile.
Tsuna eyed her speculatively, his demeanour oddly calm. "Daemon's aura is still here…" he muttered.
Yuri's eyes narrowed, but then she laughed. "I didn't know you could sense auras, Tsuna."
Nikoru sighed. Whereas G was utterly terrible at acting as Gokudera, Daemon wasn't too bad. Except that he was acting as Yuri did before she smashed her metaphorical mask. Well, no one seemed to notice yet, so what did it matter?
Gokudera was approaching Tsuna, in order to bask him with compliments of how he had banished that Daemon with his admirable determination. Yuri frowned, her mind racing a mile a minute. Primo was sure to intervene sooner or later… She sighed lightly, and quickly put Tsuna into a headlock.
"What do you think you're doing?" barked Gokudera, moving forward to rescue his Boss.
Yuri chuckled menacingly, sending shivers down everyone's spines. The chuckle promised pain and despair to most, while to Nikoru it was merely eerie to hear a throaty voice emanate from a young girl's body.
As Daemon exposed his true identity, all the while bearing Yuri's body like a coat, Nikoru bit her nail in discomfort. She really didn't want to stand around and draw out this arc longer than it originally was. Yeah, she was hanging out with Yuri a bit too much.
Nikoru sighed. What she was about to was somewhat anti-climatic…okay, a lot anti-climatic, but the others wouldn't be cross with her, would they? If it was Yuri who was about to perform what Nikoru was soon going to, then they would be disgruntled, but… Well, it was worth a shot.
"Yuri," she began, stepping before the incapacitated Tsuna and in front of the fuming Gokudera, "you're such a Mary Sue."
Daemon scowled. He was anticipating the fight that was sure to break out due to his capture of the Tenth, and irritated that this girl had calmly wandered up before him.
"What?" he spat.
Suddenly, to the curiosity of many others, Daemon - or Yuri - paled noticeably. Yuri shook as her arms slackened their grip on Tsuna's hands and neck. Were those tears in her eyes?
"N-No…" she breathed, her eyes wide with fear. "I'm not a Sue!"
Nikoru refrained from rolling her eyes. Yuri was perhaps the most infuriatingly-confusing girl she knew. And horribly dramatic. "Yes, you are. You were: A) kidnapped by Mukuro-san and then possessed by him, which is what most OC girls do, or imagine whilst daydreaming," Nikoru stated informatively. "B) You brought freaking lunch for Hibari-san, just like most OCs or Tsuna-in-a-yaoi-fic does."
She grimaced. "At one time, I was even afraid you were making Mukuro-san and Hibari-san fall for you, just like in those fanfics," admitted Nikoru, somewhat jumpy. "Frankly, I could list countless more, but it seems that you're back."
Yuri was busy inhaling and exhaling deeply to catch wind of the end of Nikoru's speech. No! She tried her best to not be a Sue! But in the end, by doing so, the result was the opposite of what she wished.
Nikoru frowned, utterly bemused. "I didn't mean for her to faint…"
She jumped back as a misty substance exited via Yuri's face, and flew toward the center of the room. Nikoru shuddered in disgust. Daemon was certainly skilled in sending shivers down others' spines.
The First Generation Mist Guardian sneered in disdain. "Useless girl," he scoffed, dusting his coat in order to prevent the infection Yuri obtained known as 'idiot-itus'.
To Nikoru's relief, Daemon's abrupt and dramatic appearance had stunned the others so much that they had partially forgotten about Yuri's fainting episode. Although, Nikoru had a suspicion that - if the canon-characters weren't so busy - she would have been bombarded with various questions; mostly ones that questioned their sanity.
Nikoru sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of her nose wearily. Whether she was comatose or not, Yuri was one troublesome girl.
oOoOo
Yuri glowered, arms crossed before her chest and her cheeks puffed. Impossible. It was downright inconceivable. Unfathomable! Kuraihana Yuri would never faint. Unless, of course, it was due to a traumatizing event or immense pain - for all humans were programmed to fall unconscious once a certain amount of pain was endured. (Well, that was what a newspaper article had stated, at any rate.)
"Yuri, are you thinking about capsicums again?" asked Irie, an eyebrow raised incredulously.
Instead of answering, the girl huffed sulkily and turned away.
Presently, Yuri was visiting Irie in the clinic, where his small wounds were healing up quite well. Only several minutes had passed since they had left - which puzzled Yuri, for it seemed utterly impossible - and she instantly stomped off to see him. Irie always calmed her whenever she was vexed, after all.
Yuri finally gazed back at Irie. "Fainting," she began, spitting out the word as though it were a vile medicine, "is such a clichéd and weak thing to do."
Irie rolled his eyes, though he chuckled softly. He ruffled Yuri's hair slightly, causing the girl to perk up.
No longer irked by her momentary display of feebleness, Yuri delivered a vivid description of the events that had occurred during their trip to the Past, making sure that she left nothing out.
By the end of her speech, Irie was left red-faced. Yuri honestly hadn't left anything out, much to the redhead's embarrassment.
With a large grin, Yuri left Irie gaping in his seat as she skipped towards dinner.
oOoOo
Rather than spending the admittedly limited amount of free time granted by reading books or consuming strawberries dipped in liquefied chocolate, Yuri purloined all of the food within the base. She rummaged through all the cupboards, cabinets, fridges, and basically anything that was employed to store food or drink.
No, she did not do all this so that everyone could starve and therefore make Byakuran's job easier. She accomplished this strenuous task (the base was a massive building, after all) in order to accomplish the opposite of what others would initially assume she would be doing.
Yuri was not completely certain, but did Tsuna and the others actually eat during the time they were remaining incognito from Byakuran and his troop? She had viewed those episodes so long ago, and it was during the period where she began to abhor the show.
Nonetheless, by packing up all the food before it could be destroyed by the lazy redhead whose name Yuri's mind misplaced, she would be able to keep them well-fed and energized.
And because wasting food was a horrible crime that Yuri wished to never commit. And also because Tsuna and his Guardians' deaths meant Yuri's demise, also. Then again, she could always join Byakuran… Nah.
"Are you going on a trip, Yuri-chan?" Kyoko asked politely.
Yuri blinked. What an odd question. "No."
Kyoko smiled, her curiosity diminishing. "Oh, okay," she said in acceptance.
Yuri turned to Nikoru, who was eating her breakfast at a quick pace. Strangely, there was only just enough food to satisfy everyone's hunger. What was even stranger, though, was that Yuri seemed to have no appetite whatsoever.
The girl coughed slightly at her traitorous thoughts. "Why does everyone keep eying me like I'm the weirdest person in the world?" she asked, her eyes on Nikoru.
Nikoru swallowed her small omelet. "That's because you are." She paused to gulp down a glass of water. "And you look like you're packing for a four-month vacation."
Yuri cocked her head to the side, much like a bird when gazing at a shiny object. What was that meant to mean? She had only packed all the food, her clothes, miscellaneous weapons that were found here and there (honestly, one would think people would be more cautious), and her books.
When she voiced this aloud to Nikoru, the latter fought the urge to scream. "Yuri, one wall of your bedroom is a shelf that contains all your books. All the food? Really?" She raised her brow in disbelief. Was Yuri seriously that much of a glutton? Her mind chose to omit the section about weapons.
Meanwhile, Yuri was having her own thoughts - mainly about Nikoru's attitude. She seemed…tense - fidgety - and her darted eyes about the room, its honey hue coated in paranoia. She seemed snappish, also. But her behaviour was built on reasonable grounds; today was the day when the Funeral Wreaths attacked, forcing the protagonists to escape and something something…
Before she voiced out her thoughts, however, the tell-tale explosion rang out, signalling dinosaur-man's entrance.
"Oops," muttered Yuri upon realizing that all the combatants and Yuni had disappeared.
With a soft growl, Nikoru dashed off, irritated at being left out.
Yuri sighed, deciding to leave before Squalo and dino-man's fight began and ended up destroying the base. With a pained and exaggerated grunt, Yuri managed to lift herself off of the stool and took small steps toward the exit. Maybe carrying a large backpack, several bulging suitcases, and a heavy side-bag that slapped her right thigh continuously wasn't exactly practical, especially when she was attempting to run at a moment's notice. Oh well.
She came to a halt several steps outside the kitchen. She was already perspiring. Okay, so her plan was not going to succeed. With an exasperated sigh, Yuri threw all her luggage down unceremoniously. (Coincidentally, a second explosion occurred at the same moment her bags touched the floor. Majo must have found that amusing.)
Yuri fished out her Death Note, which was basically a journal with helpful tips and advice. She flipped through the pages, focused on only locating something that could store heavy loads. Aha! Yuri grinned as her azure eyes pinpointed something very helpful.
Wait, Harry Potter?
oOoOo
Nikoru coughed vehemently into the palm of her hand, her nose assaulted by various odors. There was - and this was the most obvious and potent one - smoke, burnt gravel, and… ugh, what was that? Oh, it was Squalo… Why did he smell like seafood and blood? On second thought, Nikoru would rather remain in the dark about that…
"Huh?" Tsuna cried in bewilderment. "Take Yuni and get out of here?" he repeated.
Nikoru flinched, at both the boisterous shouts and her revelation. Where was Yuni? As Nikoru searched around frantically for the small girl (despite the fact that Yuni was half a metre away from her), everyone ran off, leaving her behind.
"Girl!" screamed Squalo. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Before Nikoru could reply in a panicked squeak, she noticed Zakuro shift slightly. Her eyes widened. "Watch out, Squalo-san!" She winced as Squalo whipped around at the last moment, shielding himself - and Nikoru in the meanwhile - from a jet of Storm Flames.
"Eep!" Nikoru jumped as something nudged her hip. Oh, it was just Blue. What? What was that? Oh, he wanted her to ride him and escape… Nikoru's eyes widened in realization and she quickly jumped onto Blue's sturdy back. With a discrete eye-roll at his partner's density, Blue galloped off at a hasty pace.
Tsuna surveyed his group. "We've managed to escape," he said, allowing himself to smile slightly. But then his smile dropped. "Where's Niko- AH!" Tsuna cried in shock as a body barreled into his back. Was it Zakuro? Did he somehow elude Squalo?
"Oops. Sorry, Tsuna-kun."
Never mind.
"Nikoru-san," Tsuna grunted as he attempted to sit back up, "please be more careful. You've been strangely clumsy lately…"
Nikoru smiled nervously as she proffered her hand toward Tsuna. "Stress does that to me," she confessed.
"What should we do, Tsuna?" asked Reborn from his perch on Yamamoto's shoulder.
As the conversation for a proper hiding place commenced, Nikoru fidgeted uneasily. Something felt…off. Something important. Oh, crap. What if it was something that played a massive part in the plot? If Nikoru couldn't remember, and the others noticed nothing, then maybe it was due to her influence and all of them might actually end up losing their lives! She knew how horrible interference was…and she almost killed Squalo because of it.
Nikoru began hyperventilating, something that she never wished to experience. Yuri had hyperventilated once, and it seemed painful. Not painful in the physical sense, but… It was indescribable. (RANT TIME! YAY! Seriously, guys, hyperventilation is NOT FUN. You can't breathe properly, and have to inhale and exhale deeply to return to your normal breathing pattern. Your heart beats so rapidly, like it's going to burst out of your chest. I hate it. And I hate the person for making me experience. Fucking deputy principal. Anyway, ignore this…)
Ah. So that's what it was. Yuri was missing. Seemingly in spite of herself, Nikoru relaxed. Okay, a missing Yuri was not a good thing, but at least she knew that it was not anything vital.
Oh. She was a terrible friend, wasn't she?
Tsuna sighed lightly. A realtor? He was placing the lives of everyone into the metaphorical palms of a realtor? Well, it wasn't like there was any other plan, and Reborn seemed to approve…
"Alright," he agreed, though not without some reluctance, "let's go."
"Wait!" cried Nikoru, causing several others to flinch; they were too tense. "What about Yuri? She isn't here." Nikoru frowned, shooting a glance toward the base's disguised entrance.
Irie laughed softly, causing Nikoru peer curiously up at him. Irie hadn't been replaced with one of the Real Funeral Wreaths, had he? "I'm sure Yuri-san is fine," he assured her.
While Nikoru pondered on Irie's ominous statement, Tsuna's eyes widened. Had he actually forgotten about Yuri? Sure, she was somewhat… quite… Okay, she was horribly intolerable, but would he really be so uncaring as to ignore her existence entirely and allow her to die?
Reborn peered curiously at Tsuna, who was inwardly battling with himself. He then turned to Irie who seemed calm and relaxed despite the fact that his girlfriend was nowhere to be seen - Tsuna couldn't even sense her presence. Odd, concluded Reborn. But while his curiosity urged him to investigate further, he knew there were more pressing matters to attend to. Like Yuni.
The Sun Arcobaleno frowned before shaking his head, clearing the cobwebs of sorrow. "Let's go," he said firmly, the finality in his tone halting all - if any - protests.
And so, the group hastily proceeded.
Nikoru almost tripped over her own feet as she ran. Shouldn't several explosions be occurring within the base due to Squalo and Zakuro's battle…?
So that was what Yuri was doing.
oOoOo
…and because Hermione was able to use that spell, the Golden Trio changed into casual clothing so as to not garner suspicion from Voldemort's followers.
"What is this?" muttered an irritated Yuri. She had first read the article in blind hope of discovering a method to store all her luggage into something portable and effortless. However, it had turned out to be a summary of Hermione's use of the extension charm that took place in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Bob hissed. Like Cooro, Bob was now a living creature - thanks to Majo - and did not require any Dying Will Flames for it to remain outside of its Box. Still, if Yuri wished for her partners to battle, she needed to feed them Flames. Bob was presently in the form of a large cobra, guarding Yuri and warning her whenever something potentially dangerous occurred.
Yuri blinked, suddenly realizing that there were boisterous battle cries and cusses resounding from nearby. She slammed her Death Note shut, deciding to simply turn Bob into a sturdy bull and bestow the heavy baggage onto him. The process took only several seconds.
The exclamations became more audible as well as the potent stench of smoke and burnt rubble as Yuri rounded the corner.
Her nose crinkled in disdain. "Ugh, smells like burnt lizard." She shook her head to clear all thoughts, scowling with determination. Now was the time…to bring back her costume!
Superbi Squalo crashed against the floor with a loud thud. He managed to pull himself up on all-fours, and cringed as he coughed up excess saliva and blood. This wasn't good. How could he have underestimated the seemingly-apathetic redhead? Varia quality? As if.
"Hey, now," said Zakuro, the sneer evident in his voice. "Done already, idjit? Tch," he scoffed, "what a disappointment."
Squalo's head snapped up so sharply he was surprised that he didn't receive whiplash. He snarled up at Zakuro, a sight that had frightened many of his victims. A sight that was the final thing most people saw before they met their brutal and grotesque and deaths. A sight…that would have been more effective if Squalo was not down on the floor like a pitiful dog, struggling to achieve his normal breathing pattern.
The assassin's clothes were ruffled and smeared with dirt, blood, and other foul substances that he was uncertain of. None of his vital organs were in danger, though his left leg appeared to be fractured. He was horribly drained, so much so that he couldn't even lift himself up or adjust his position so that he would be more comfortable. Oddly enough, though, his hair was in perfect condition.
Zakuro made a sound in the back of his throat. The sight of Squalo was simply that pathetic. "Better make your death quick," he decided, for Zakuro knew that if he was in the Varia Rain Guardian's position, he would want his death to be swift.
Squalo's eyes widened at his enemy's remark. No! It'd be shameful to die like this! However, despite his mind's wish, his body could sustain no more. Was his resolve that fickle?
Yuri was watching this show from afar, having no plans to interfere. If this was what occurred in canon, then she should allow it to happen, right? Unless… She halted in her constant licking of her orange lollipop. Unless Nikoru had somehow disturbed the plot… Damn it! If only scenes of this battle were aired, then Yuri wouldn't be in such a demanding predicament!
She inhaled sharply as the dinosaur brought his blood-red arm down, ready to tear Squalo's head off of his shoulders.
Yuri glanced down at her outfit, and almost grinned at the irony. She rummaged through her small purse that remained by her side, and successfully obtained a number of smoke-bombs. Without any further ado, she threw them.
But as her bombs released themselves, she idly wondered why the shells were a murky green colour. Yuri's cerulean eyes, which were tinted with confusion, widened in comprehension. They weren't smoke-bombs. Yuri instantly brought forth nose plugs - one for bull-Bob, one for Squalo, and one for herself (she returned Cooro to his Box).
She really should stop forgetting which were smoke-bombs and which were fart-bombs.
Zakuro roared in a mixture of anger and disgust, and Yuri grinned, for she realized that once in his Carnage Box state, Zakuro's sense of smell was enhanced. Hm, fart-bombs were actually good for something other than for messing with Tsun- people.
She was silently grateful that her sense of smell was no longer enhanced (her feline abilities had worn off over time, but she was still able to morph into a cat), for she would also be hindered by her stunt.
Squalo's nose crinkled as the odor assaulted his nose. Great! Now he had to inhale this revolting stench several times before Death took him away? Eyes accumulating tears from the aroma, Squalo begged to whatever deity there was that he wouldn't begin a new set of coughs, for they were sure to worsen his already-poor condition.
But for now, he demanded to know who the culprit was. Sure, it distracted his enemy - and he was thankful for that - but it also affected him in a negative fashion.
"Voi!" he wheezed quietly. The fumes were finally dissipating. "Who did tha-? What the…?" Squalo trailed off, his eyes widening in utter incredulity.
Sailor Star?
Author's rants: Ugh, sorry for the late update! School has been busy, and the urge to commit murder has grown. Or move schools, but the former is much more convenient.
Anyway, GUESS WHO HAS A BOYFRIEND~~~~~? That's right! Nikoru! LOL JOKES. Nikoru only likes assholes. What? It's true!
Yeah, it's me. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL.
OMG, SO OBSESSED OVER HUNGER GAMES! I HEARD THERE WAS A MOVIE COMING OUT, AND THE CAST FOR PEETA, KATNISS, AND GALE HAVE BEEN DECIDED! However, many disapprove of the actors… Oh well, we'll wait and see. But seriously, if the movie sucks, I'll go crazy.
So, anything exciting happen to you guys? How's the year been so far? Mine has been good and bad… Bad because of the assholes with authority at my school, and good because of my friends. :3 I'm honestly curious, though; this is NOT a hoax to get more reviews (I honestly don't care anymore, BECAUSE WE'VE REACHED TWO-HUNDRED, and I'm a hypocrite since I hardly review… -cough-)
Published date: 08-04-11
