Warnings: Rated T for themes and language. I will be using both manga and anime b/c I like parts of both plots. And errors in grammar, spelling, etc.
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn anything, but I hope to bring my OC into the world of KHR.
Italicized words = I use them to emphasize, when there is a different language, and when the characters are thinking. If it gets confusing - sorry.
To battle manga, merendinoemiliano, Megi Keishii, TakaraX44, and - Thanks for the reviews guys!
Guys, I'm going crazy trying to think of an appropriate weapon for Nade. At first I wanted to have a thorn whip like Kurama's from YuYu Hakusho (not that I've watched the anime but it looked good), or a spear (angelic/rose-themed), or a 3-section staff or a 9-section chain whip (which could be elongated with Cloud flame application, or a swallow (cause it looks REALLY cool). I feel like a flexible or long-range weapon would fit her personality, but it can't get in the way of her Mist wings which makes me bounce between the weapons. Of course, we can just say the weapons aren't blocked cuz Mist mojo but that's the last resort.
What weapons do you think fit Nadeshiko?
I have until the start of the Varia Arc to decide and it will help to determine who trains her.
Enjoy!
"Reborn, Nade hasn't responded to my text."
"Dame-Tsuna, she's probably busy helping Hibari."
"...but Reborn... she always replies. Especially when she's expecting to be texted."
The hitman paused in his steps. Ryohei informed the duo of Kokuyo students being the culprits for the attacks and the watch matched Nadeshiko's predictions. Remembering his sister's request, he notified her of the culprits' identities and of the watch's time but she hadn't replied yet.
An uneasy feeling settled in his stomach. "What if she was attacked?! I know she's probably with Hibari-san and he could never lose, but I can't help but worry about her."
The beaten form of the vice-president of the Disciplinary Committee was being hauled in by the hospital staff, a sight none had imagined would happen. Reborn grabbed the pocket watch he noticed lain on the prefect's chest. After a brief look at the watch's time, his gaze hardened.
"I've figured out why the attacks are happening."
"You did?!"
"The cause of all this fighting...is you, Tsuna."
"Eh?! Me?!"
"Nade got me thinking and she was right. The attacks are a countdown." He handed Tsuna a sheet of paper.
"'A ranking of the strongest fighters at Namimori Middle'?" Unsurprising to Tsuna was Hibari's name in first place. He glanced down, "Nade's the second strongest in Nami Middle?!" He knew his sister did martial arts and expected her abilities to be on par with the members of the Disciplinary Committee but didn't know she was that good.
"Un, and the ranking is one of Futa's. The Mafia has a code of silence, Omerta. It's a law that says under no circumstances should a person reveal the secret of his organization and Fuuta's ranking lists are a top-level organizational secret. No ordinary civilian would have access to it."
"Ryohei-san was sixth, so Kusakabe is the fifth strongest and since he was beaten the fourth-ranked person will be next!" His eyes darted down to fourth place - Hayato Gokudera. "W-What are we going to do Reborn?!"
"Things are getting worse. You go deal with it. I need to check something out. And find your sister. She's a target and if what you're feeling before was right, then they might not care about the order anymore."
It only took a few minutes for Kyoya to realize the absence of his little bird.
A quick perusal of the area deemed him completely alone. He flicked open his cell and tried calling his wayward companion.
"The phone number you have reached is currently unavailable. Please - "
He clicked his tongue. The last thing he remembered was the irritating doctor, a barely noticeable sting at his neck, and Nadeshiko's footsteps behind him. To his chagrin, he was more focused on finding the culprits responsible for disrupting the peace in Namimori to not notice the moment she left his side.
"Hovering over green -"
"Hibari."
"Come to Kokuyo."
The call which came from a very familiar phone number ended abruptly. If his stride was a little wider and his walk a little faster, no one was around to prove it.
"Yo. Thank you for coming." A purple-haired teen sat on a couch, the only thing in the room not in a dilapidated state, with his hands folded in front of his smirk.
"I've been looking all over for you. Are you the ringleader behind the mischief?"
"Fufufu, Something like that." He rested his chin in the palm of his hand, his smirk fully revealed in amusement. "Next, we'll bring a new order to your town."
"You must be delusional. Namimori doesn't need two different orders."
"Indeed, I agree wholeheartedly. Since I'm taking over, you're unnecessary now."
Hibari activated the spiked features on his tonfas, "That will not happen. Right here, right now, I'll bite you to death."
As he approached, the Kokuyo teen remained seated and relaxed, not at all worried at the prefect's threat nor his deadly weapons. "Do you want to die sitting?" Hibari taunted.
"Kufufufu, what interesting things you say. I'm sitting because there is no need for me to stand." A familiar figure materialized from the shadows, scuffed up with tears in her uniform but a part of Hibari was relieved to see her, for the most part, unharmed.
"You see, Nadeshiko-chan and I had a bit of a talk, but she was stubborn. Still is being stubborn, but we've come to an agreement. You'll have to fight her first if you have any hope of defeating me."
With dull eyes, a trident appeared in her hand as she lunged forward. He was quick to block the attack and began to respond to her mindless attacks. Seeing an opening and aiming to knock her out he swung his tonfa at her head, fully expecting her to dodge it and come into range of his kick. However, she froze and met the skylark's eyes with her own dull ones as the blow drew nearer.
The tonfa stopped a hair's breadth from the skin of her cheek. A growl like sound escaped his lips at the frustration that his 'opponent' had no qualms about getting injured.
"Oya? What's wrong? Aren't you supposed to be Namimori's bloodthirsty demon? After all the bodies you left on your trip up to meet me, kufufufu." It was clear that the games were over when Hibari felt vertigo suddenly hit him like a train and an agonizing pain seized his limbs. What followed was a repetition of sneers, taunts, bone breaks, and cuts as Mukuro abused the symptoms of Shamal's trident mosquito's Sakura-Kura Disease.
Mukuro reveled in the other's defeat as he easily rained blows on the paralyzed prefect. Although bloodied, bruised, and no doubt with broken bones, Hibari retained an obstinate scowl. Mukuro took a fist full of Hibari's hair and pulled it back into a painful position.
"Oho, your face is saying, 'How did I know you were unaware that you'd contracted the disease?' I wonder why, hm? Oya, do you think that if it weren't for the cherry blossoms, that you'd have a chance? That you'd be fine? But you'd be mistaken. I've seen many men equal to your skill level, and every time, I've buried them - in a place much like Hell. Now shall we continue?" He moved forward to continue battering him, but a slender hand caught his wrist. Nadeshiko slowly positioned herself between the two and met Mukuro's eyes with a blank look. Despite her insubordination, he could see that her mind was unconscious of its body's actions.
"Now, now, Nadeshiko-chan, it'd be best if you stepped aside, wouldn't you agree?" No answer. A sigh escaped his lips and he muttered, "So stubborn." He cupped her emotionless face in his hands. With a flash of purple, the blonde reluctantly collapsed into the arms of her kidnapper as he carried her to the couch he was previously sat at.
"It's rare to find a person as determined as her wouldn't you say, Prefect-san? Sorry for the delay." he jeered.
The only sounds were those of fists on flesh and painful grunts as Mukuro delivered hits until the strongest of Namimori was beaten to unconsciousness.
Where am I?
Nadeshiko moaned in pain as she sat up in a field of white roses as far as her eyes could see. The sky was tranquil and spotted with clouds, but she noticed that they weren't moving. As if it was a frozen image projected into the sky.
She struggled to remember what happened that ended up with her in this oddly peaceful flower meadow.
Salted air, Crashing waves. Darkness….I see.
"I've been waiting for you to awaken, Nadeshiko-chan. I was starting to get bored." She turned in the direction of the voice and twisted to face the smirking purple-haired illusionist behind her.
"So you've just been staring at me while I've been unconscious like a weirdo all this time?" she snarked back, finding some satisfaction at the disgruntled look that appeared on his face. She held his gaze for a long moment, no words being exchanged as they stared at the other until she tore her eyes away to stare at the flowers in front of her. "So, you know."
"That this isn't your first life? Then yes, I know."
"..."
"I know because we're alike in this as well, Nadeshiko-chan. Have you heard of the six paths of rebirth? When people die, they're reborn into the Naraka, Preta, Animal, Asura, Human, or Deva Realms." Reminds me of the six paths of pain from Naruto. Unwillingly, her mind thought it was the best time to see the humor in his morbid tale as she thought, He's like a walking Naruto mash-up character.
"I have my past life experiences in all six realms etched into my body and gained six special skills. I've experienced the greatest pleasure in the Deva realm and the worst of the world in the Naraka realm. Greed. Lies. Adultery. Murder. Pain. Although the Human realm disgusts me the most."
"So what, Rokudo-san? You attacked countless innocent Namimori students for what reason? To get back at the world? To test your strength?" She raised her head meeting his eyes once again challengingly.
"To find the Vongola heir, possess him like the many other dignitaries I plan on controlling, and destroy the mafia from within using the strongest mafia Famiglia to start a worldwide war. I will plunge this wretched world into darkness so it can be reborn."
Her eyes narrowed at his remark. He's after Tsuna.
"Chikusa's already informed me that your brother, Tsunayoshi Sawada, is Vongola Judaime. He's already on his way to defeat me for no doubt a noble reason like protecting his friends or saving you."
His smirked dropped into a frown suddenly, "...Do you regret it?"
"Regret it?"
"Dying."
"No." She knew she didn't. Her answer didn't seem to satisfy him his frown turned into a grimace.
"You didn't have to die. You could've lived. Graduated college, found a job, and one day you might have gotten married and had kids. You could've lived a long and happy life."
"At the cost of my cousin's life," she pointed out.
"It was his fault he played in the wrong place. It was his family's fault for not watching him. You didn't have to save him because they were careless," he scoffed.
"I didn't have to. But I wanted to."
"Wanted?" he scoffed. "You wanted to give up your life for a brat who could one day grow up to be just like the rest of humanity - selfish and greedy. Who'll possibly one day forget the sacrifice you made to save his life once he gets caught up in his own. And now you're here because some higher being decided to force you to live a life where your loved ones don't exist. Where you're the sister of the heir to the greatest mafia family in the world. A family with a history of blood, betrayal, and murder. This is why I'll defeat Vongola's weak heir, destroy the mafia, and allow the world to be reborn from its ashes. Because if there's one thing reincarnation has taught me, it's that humans, the ugliest and cruelest beings on the planet, will never change until they've experienced Hell."
"You're wrong Rokudo-san. Not all humans are bad and even if they start out bad, it doesn't mean they can't change. I gave up my life - one that's lasted for over 20 years - to save the life of a child who had so many more years ahead of him. I don't regret losing my life to save his. There's no use in thinking of what my life could have been if I lived or whether or not David will remember me when he grows up. If anything, I'd rather he didn't remember me so that he won't have to remember the fear he felt or the cousin he lost.
"As for waking up in this completely different world...it's not too bad. Yeah, the people I knew and loved - still love - aren't here anymore, I've found friends and family in this new life. I have an older brother who'd run headfirst into a trap to save me - the lovable idiot - and friends who'll fight for me when I can't. I wouldn't exchange either of my lives for the other. I'll just do my best to live the best I can now that I've been given this chance at another life."
"I'm happy to meet you again."
"You're…"
"Take your time. We'll be spending a long time together, Vongola Judaime."
"Huh? How does he know I'm the Vongola…"
"That's right. I'm the real Mukuro Rokudo."
"So, what about you?"
The purple-haired teen gave her a perplexed looked. "What about me?"
"Likes, dislikes, hobbies other than you trying to take over the world or having a weird obsession with my brother, dreams that are PG for my currently young ears?"
"I do not have a weird obsession with your brother!" His agitated and bewildered glare was exactly what she was expecting.
"Uhuh, so says the guy who says he'll, from what I understand and in slightly different words, make Vongola heir yours no matter what," she deadpanned.
"Oho, and what about you? You're the one with a big brother complex."
"I do not have a big brother complex!" She glared at the Mist user.
"Kufufu, you do."
"No, I don't."
"You do."
"I don't."
"I can't believe you've reduced me to such a childish argument when we're both technically adults." Mukuro shook his head in disbelief.
"C'mon Mukuro-san, enjoy having a second childhood at least for a little bit," Nadeshiko teased, "You know I'm usually more mature than this most of the time, but even I try acting like my physical age once in a while."
The unconscious form of Futa laid in front of Tsuna's kneeling form. He could vaguely hear the illusionist's mocking admiration of Futa's determination to protect his pseudo-older brother.
"You abused an innocent boy…" How dare he?! "Mukuro Rokudo! What do you take people for?!" the brunette raged.
"Toys, I suppose."
"You bastard! How dare you!" He ran toward illusionist ready deal back the damage Futa and all his friends suffered because of one man's nefarious plot.
"But I must say, my favorite toy so far has to be my newly acquired one."
"Rokudo-san...Mukuro-san," she addressed, "You didn't just come into my mind to ask me about my feelings about reincarnation, did you? I know something's happening in the real world, I'm not stupid. Tell me, are you fighting Tsu-nii right now? And what did you do to Futa?"
"Hmph, the Vongola is certainly amusing to watch flail around like a headless chicken. He actually thinks he can defeat me without the help of the Arcobaleno tutor and a useless whip."
"Reborn's here? Well, that's comforting at least. And Futa?" she pressed.
She watched him glower as he answered, "You can thank that brother of yours for helping Futa fight my mind control." Nadeshiko felt the worry she's had since realizing it was Futa's rankings leading the attacks disappear at his news. She had faith in her brother and his friends, since undoubtedly Reborn would make this another way for Tsuna and his guardians to bond and protect the Family, but she personally knew Mukuro wasn't an easy opponent.
"Tch." Her attention was brought back to the illusionist at the click of his tongue. "The prefect is interfering." Kyoya? Whatever anxiety she had left was comforted with the knowledge that her childhood friend was there to help.
Nadeshiko carefully watched as Mukuro's attention drifted from her mindscape to the real world. His jaw clenched tight as if bracing himself against a force. Suddenly his eyes met hers intensely, "In spite of his injuries, he's proven to be annoyingly tenacious. It seems I'll need to borrow your power for a bit, Nadeshiko-chan."
"Wha-" Before she could say more, darkness fell in her mindscape and a purple flame burned through the field.
Tsuna couldn't believe what just happened. When Mukuro pointed the gun towards them he wasn't sure what to do other than hope Gokudera wouldn't throw himself in the way of the bullet for him. But when the illusionist pointed it toward himself and suicided...he couldn't comprehend what had happened. Why? Why did he do something like that?
Tsuna wasn't sure if the trepidation he felt was from the aftershock of this whole event or from Mukuro's last words that they'd meet again.
"Tsu-nii?"
"Nade/Nadeshiko-sama!" they exclaimed as Nadeshiko stumbled out from what appeared to be a closet. They watched as she collapsed to her knees before she could make it to them.
"Did you finally beat him? Mukuro-san?" She tiredly inquired. Head bent forward and shoulders slumped.
"Y-yeah. Thank goodness you're okay, Nade." Despite the instant relief he felt at his little sister's return, something still felt off.
"G-Gokudera-san, can you help me up?"
"Of course, Nadeshiko-sama, it'll be my pleasure!"
The silver-haired bomber reached down to lend her a hand. That weird feeling returned as his friend approached his sister. "Gokudera-kun! Don't go closer!"
Gokudera, Reborn, and Nadeshiko looked at him confusedly. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Thinking it was because of his boss's worries for his injuries, Gokudera reassured him he was fine, "It's all right, Juudaime. My injuries aren't that serious. I'm okay." Nadeshiko took his offered hand firmly.
"Thanks, Gokudera-san...and sorry," the second part was mumbled under her breath as she lunged forward with the trident attachment that suddenly appeared in her hand. It was only thanks to Gokudera's quick reaction that he was able to avoid getting directly stabbed and was only nicked on the cheek.
"Eh?!" When they all thought this was over, suddenly someone they trusted almost injured one of them.
"What's with me?" she wondered out loud. Looking just as distraught as the rest of them, "Tsu-nii, can you help me up? Maybe when we're out of here I'll feel better." Her eyes gazed at him imploringly, but the young Vongola didn't move. There's definitely something strange here, he thought. Nade's acting weird.
Reborn jumped to Nadeshiko's shoulder and patted her on the head, "What are you doing, Nade? You almost stabbed Gokudera, you know?"
"What have I done? How...awful of me!" At the second phrase she had stabbed at the hitman, but he flipped out of the way in time. Tsuna was sure that whoever was in front of them may have looked like his sister, but was definitely not her. That gaze...I've felt it before…
...Mukuro Rokudo.
A familiar and eerie chuckle filled the room, "Kufufu, we meet again."
"Mukuro-san! Mukuro! Let me out!" The darkness that tried to numb her like the last time hadn't completely touched her yet. When she first felt the change in Mukuro she wrapped herself in her own flames, but they were still weak from their fight and flickered the longer she held out. She could sense she was moving - fighting - against her brother and Reborn but she couldn't control herself. From the glimpses that popped up now and then she saw Kyoya passed out on the wooden floors, Bianchi and Gokudera possessed just like she knew she was, and two other possessed Kokuyo students. "Mukuro!" She was weakening faster because Mukuro was using her own flames to fuel his illusions against her brother.
"NO!" She saw as Tsuna was surrounded by Gokudera's bombs and a chorus of explosions went off. She pushed her flames as far as she could from her body. Mukuro's control lessening slightly from the sudden force.
Mukuro was in a bind. Not that he'd ever admit it. He was close to succeeding, so close to possessing the Vongola's heir. The means to an end of the world. Nadeshiko, another human forced into reincarnation - into the mafia - was a strong illusionist and while he admired her power, it was hindering his full possession of her once again. Mukuro's attention was already split as he possessed the bomber, the Scorpion, Ken, and Chikusa, and her resistance was taking more energy than he preferred.
She was a pure soul. He knew it from the moment he met her. When he realized she was like him, but that her death was from a sacrifice, he was filled with curiosity. Why did she reincarnate? How? Who?
Then he was filled with envy. She didn't have to suffer what he did. She looked at the world and saw a second chance when all he saw was ugliness and abuse that worsened after every reincarnation. How could she do that when she lost everything she knew before? How could she find humor when all he saw was darkness.
Her fear of the ocean was a weakness he could exploit, but he knew with the right push, she could overcome it. She wanted to live, wanted to be happy in her new life. He would never admit it to himself or to any other, but he wanted to hope like she did. To dream and want what he didn't get in his last lives.
To be happy.
But for now, his happiness would be the world's fall and society under his clandestine command. She was still naive. Her twenty-plus years nowhere near his own true age. She'd learn, just like he did because he'd teach her just how cruel humankind can be.
So he decided. He'd retreat enough to keep her out of the way of the fight. Defeat her brother, take over Vongola, and when she realized there was no help for this world he'd be there. They were more alike than she realized - he just needed to show her.
Deva = God
Naraka = Hell
THANKS FOR READING! (^u^)/
Sorry it's been soooooooooooo long, I have a bunch of graduate essays to write, got caught up reading some super long fanfictions, and have been having trouble thinking of the interactions this chapter. I can't promise quick updates as writing comes to me in short quick bouts of inspiration, but I'll do my best and I'm happy you guys have been enjoying it!
Anyone else feel like it's weird to read Mukuro Rokudo instead of Rokudo Mukuro? I think the 2nd way flows way better on the tongue.
Review! Advice? Should I change anything?
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