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For Kyoya to now own the pendant something had to have happened. Did they meet? or did Tsuna drop it? why did Tsuna have it in the first place? questions rung through his mind causing him to feel an overwhelming sense of fatigue.
Calmly Kyoya stood and walked towards one of the bed's. He lay down on the thick, hard mattress and pulled the picture once again up to his face. A smile adorned his lips: Tsuna really was beautiful at any age.
Ice water clogged itself in kyoya's lungs making him cough awake. Gasping and wheezing Kyoya looked up to slightly blurred faces that where hiding in the blare of the sun. He growled lowly trying to rattle his arms from the newly discovered chains that had him firmly attached to a wooden pole. The figure in front of him was draped in a white cloak with golden patterns embroidered on it, his face carefully hidden from the skylark and the sun, by a white shall.
Kyoya hissed when the tall male grasped his locks and slams the back of his head against the wooden pillar. Ringing filled Kyoya's ears as black blotches hindered parts of his vision caused by the unceasing pain.
Feeling the need to defy; he spat in the crouching mans eyes. The man slammed Kyoya's head back again, growling as he wiped his eyes "you piece of shit" the words hissed through his teeth, completely filled with rage. The males golden eyes slid back onto the dark haired male before a cutting chuckle escaped the mans throat. The man stands calmly, his eyes seemed to smile as he slammed his boot into the skylarks stomach. Kyoya coughed a little before glaring up at the blond who was in the process of raising his boot for another sharp kick.
The cloaked male slammed his foot into Kyoya's face and stomach until blood was running down his face and he was hunched over. "Oh dear my brand new boots..." his mature voice sighed analyzing his now blood splattered boots. "Enough Giotto, all we need from him is information after all, and if you go any further he wont be able to speak." Another man with a white and blue cloak steps forward. Kyoya growls vowing to himself that no word would leave his lips.
Suddenly a male cloaked in all white walks forward causing the small crowd to step to the side. Kyoya was struggling to breath from the pain but tried to hide it as he stared directly into the violet eyes above him. He hated this! he hated having to look up at someone while in such a weak state, being unable to fight back. "Untie him." he states calmly "But sir!" Giotto question's his eyes fading to sapphire.
"Are you questioning me?" The males odd eyes slide over to Giotto icily,
"...No Sir" The male held a sharp glare at his boss before slowly moving to free the prisoner.
Kyoya flinched as the sand and light breeze bit his bruised and bleeding wrists, but he ignored the pain in favor of getting to his feet with a cold expression. "no need to be hostile, I just want a few answers" The obvious leader stated. "come now" The man carelessly turned his back to Kyoya, an action he would normally take advantage of, but right now...he did not have the strength. The man led him past several large tents allowing Kyoya to gain the conclusion that this was a camp of some sort. Giotto and the blue embroidered cloak followed close behind making an escape utterly impossible.
The walk gave Kyoya time to question his own knowledge on the situation he was in. As he raked his brain for information he was led into the largest tent at the center of the camp. The Tent was plainly white on the outside and on the in, it had nearly ten trunks either piled on-top of each other or scattered around the space.
The man went and leaned against one of the larger trunk's "leave!" his sudden sharp command was odd for someone who seemed so calm only moments ago. Giotto and the other male calmly departed with a low bow, a bow that seemed to be reluctant coming from Giotto.
"honestly I expected it to be harder to catch you...who knew all I needed to do was inject you with a little Somno Potion, something of my own invention, (somno means sleep in latin) whilst you where sleeping." The tall male chuckled darkly. Kyoya said nothing and simply glared right back at the man in front of him. Something seemed awfully familiar about this man..."You are the one who has been causing problems for my army are you not?" The mans voice grew colder (if that where even possible) as he removed the shall around his face. The man had white hair and a tattoo under his left eye... Koya tried to suppress the surprise the revelation led to; for this man is the all mighty Byakuran, the man who rules nearly half the world...why was this man in the area of the banished?
Byakuran sighed "and to think I even came all the way out here to see you in action" he mummbled giving a face of childish disappointment "in fact I wanted to fight you myself" Byakuran continued to whine with his hand to his chin and the other supporting it by wrapping around his stomach and holding his other elbow. Suddenly Byakurans eyes darkened coaxing Kyoya to growl lowly "but...to find something so interesting in your possession..." His sharp voice chilled the air causing Kyoya to find interest in this rather one-sided conversation. "now listen very carefully..." the man's glowing violet eyes landed on kyoya, his speech hindered ever so slightly by gritted teeth. "how did you get your hands on this photo?" the man questioned reaching into his cloak and retrieving the photo of Tsuna and showing it to the other male.
Kyoya looked at the photo and growled, that was his only link to Tsunayoshi...along with the pendant...The pendant! where was it? did he take it with him? but even if he did that man would have it by now. Kyoya prepared to attack; carefully as to not make the snow haired male aware of his plan. Clearly tired of waiting Byakuran asked again, this time sharper "how did you obtain this photo!" he commanded thrusting the photo into the skylark's face. "how did you gain a photo of my precious angel" Kyoya was about to attack when that sentence was thrown at him, causing him to growl with rage "what?" he spat his first words in this entire discussion, so that man had Tsunayoshi?
"I said; how did you obtain this photo!" against Kyoya's plan; Byakuran Lunged forward and slammed the skylark into the ground, His nails dug deep into his neck. Kyoya gritted his teeth, growling as the blood ran down his teeth and along his bruising neck. Kyoya Gripped the claws that where clinging to his throat before slamming his foot upwards throwing the man off of him. Byakuran easily landed on his feet "As punishment for being a perverted pedophile and having a photo of what is mine...I shall kill you" Byakuran's sick, twisted smile threatened to send shivers down Kyoya's spine. Kyoya had the thought of becoming a prisoner just so he could get closer to Tsuna's whereabouts, but it seemed that this plan was out of the question.
Kyoya dodged as Byakuran leapt forward firing several bullets in the process. The next attack though Kyoya was too weak to dodge; and with a kick to the stomach he was sent flying out of the large tent and into a what kyoya guessed where other member's of this group. The skylark scrambled to his feet snatching up a rifle from the man he'd landed on and firing it at the white haired male. He then escaping through the sand storm the rifle fires created.
Kyoya could hear fast paced footsteps behind him as he continued on through the base. It did not take long before he saw Giotto leap over several tents and land easily in front of him. He rose calmly before slowly striding forward "foolish child, just except you'r fate" he stated before leaping into the air. Kyoya rolled away from the attack before spinning around and firing at the other. The man easily dodged the bullets through quick movement's before coming towards Kyoya at lighting speed. The skylark leapt into the air at the last moment; just missing the deadly attack of the blood thirsty man.
Suddenly the man with the blue patterned cape attacked; he slashed Kyoya's chest before tossing him to the ground. Kyoya grasped his chest coughing and sputtering in his blood.
All kyoya could do is watch as Byakuran ominously walked forward before stopping above him "what happened to you? what happened to all the skill that slaughtered my best countless times?" he questioned, his voice like salt filled the skylark's aching wound.
As darkness slowly began to envelop the male's sight he wondered what his other self was like, weather he was at all similar. He lay there in silence as a gun was risen to his face reminding him of the one thing that kept him walking throughout all his child-hood...only herbivores lay down and die, carnivores fought till the last breath...an image pf Tsuna's face filled his mind...he had something to live for.
Kyoya took a deep breath as Byakuran began to press the trigger and in a sharp quick movement he dodged the bullet. "The bullet went right through him!" a man from the side yelled causing Byakuran to grunt and Kyoya to smirk...he can still win this. Byakuran fired again but Kyoya simply repeated his earlier technique allowing several lower-class soldiers to tremble in slight fear.
Now furious Byakuran began to fire wildly, but Kyoya simply leapt to his feet still dodging the wild bullets with ease. Kyoya felt a rush of excitement and blood thirst fill his vein's before he kicked up the riffle and, with one hand, began to fire back. Both walked closer attempting to hit the other, kyoya completely calm, and byakuran hissing in displeasure. Kyoya's eyes wandered the tents secretively as he moved forward still dodging the bullets, he noted large crates with red marking's ,signaling explosives, at the far left of him and chuckled, there it was...his winning ticket.
A boy and man stand face to face, a gun and a rifle between them, completely frozen as the hollow wind echoed through the silent camp. Everyone was waiting for what would happen next. Byakuran regained his composer and stood tall with his arm outstretched towards Kyoya and Kyoya, smirking darkly, was calmly holding the rifle in front of him. Not a single man dared get involved in Byakuran's battle, not even Giotto moved an inch. "I hope you got the battle you wish stupid herbivore" kyoya chuckled darkly before he shot the explosives with a sharp quick movement.
As panic rained and explosion's filled the air Kyoya sprinted out of the camp and into the blaring sun and sand. But kyoya's legs could not bring him far and, covered in blood an injuries, he fell to the unforgiving sand sinking in the inky blackness of uncontioustess.