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Now on to the story!
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Kyoya was going to lose it soon. Completely and utterly lose it. He was trying to save his rage for whoever took his siblings away from him but with the way things are now...Kyoya wasn't sure if he will be able to wait that long. As things stand now, the next time some lousy herbivore 'accidently' bumped into him, he might just bite them to death.
Maliciously.
"Omph, oh sorry Kyoya," mumbled Ryohei as he stumbled right into Kyoya's back. Kyoya turned to look at him just in time to see Ryohei rub his gray eyes, both of which have dark circles underneath them.
Dark circles that were not there yesterday.
"Hn," Kyoya grunted as he lightly tousled Ryohei's white hair, attempting his best to be comforting.
Because even though he could be annoying loud at times, Ryohei was still his brother and thus was not in his list of lousy herbivores.
And never will be.
Apparently tousling his hair seemed to do the trick, because Ryohei smiled a little before continuing the search. It was the next day and even though he, Mukuro, and Ryohei had gotten a good early start, they had yet to find any signs of Hayato or Chrome's whereabouts.
Kyoya didn't know which was worse, not knowing where they are, or not knowing if they were alive or not.
Though...perhaps they go hand and hand.
Kyoya sighed as he looked at all his surroundings. There were plenty of herbivores who didn't understand the concept of personal space, as well as plenty of stores that sold clothes, food, and other items. Mukuro and Ryohei were also nearby, looking all around them with desperate yet solemn eyes.
But no Chrome or Hayato.
Where are you two?
Who took you away? Why? Why take you but leave the two mafioso who attacked you in the dumpster?
Did they take you away to save you? Or did they 'save' you for their own selfish means?
Are you two together? Or are you two separated from each other?
Are you alive?
Is one of you alive and the other...
This seemingly unending spiral of questions suddenly rolled to a stop when he heard a familiar voice.
"Why did you cut me off Chrome? Was it really necessary?" Kyoya turned his head to see Mukuro blankly staring into a store window, clearly unaware of Kyoya. Kyoya has never seen him look more despondent.
While he would never admit it...Kyoya's heart went for him. Not only because Mukuro was his brother too, but Kyoya knew how he felt.
Kyoya knew how it felt to have someone there the one minute, and suddenly gone the next. Because while he never had quite a mental connection with anyone like the one between Mukuro and Chrome, he was quite close to his parents.
His mother was a beautiful and soft-spoken woman, who greeted everyone she saw with a small, polite smile. That is everyone except for the people she loved, like her husband and her son. For them, Kyoya's mother gave them smiles full of never-ending love. She also was the kind of woman who prided herself in taking every step gracefully yet powerfully.
So it was really no surprise that when intruders rushed into their home, that his mother ordered Kyoya, who was only five at the time, to stand back before attacking them (and yes, he obeyed her, he knew better than to disobey her in that kind of situation. And besides, he wanted to see her fight). She fought with the grace and strength of a true carnivore, never once letting her prey get a step closer to her cub.
And she would have won the battle, no...she did win the battle. Kyoya's mother just would have lived if a red dot hadn't suddenly appeared right over Kyoya's heart.
Kyoya will never forget how his mother's gray eyes widened before rushing over to cover him with her body.
He will never forget the gunshot, nor the way his mother's body covulsed with pain at the bullet made contact.
He will never forget how she looked at him, her face full of pain and love, before grabbing the nearest gun and shooting it in the direction the gunshot came from. A few seconds later, Kyoya heard a loud thud in the distance.
Kyoya will definitely never forget the way she turned back to face him, her rose-colored lips curved up to give him one last smile full of never-ending love.
And then she closed her gray eyes and fell. She never moved again.
Kyoya doesn't know how long he knelt by his mother's body, shaking her and ordering her to wake up. He doesn't remember how long it took for him to realize that she was dead. But when he did...his heart hurt. So much to the point where he actually cried.
When his father came rushing home to see Kyoya crying over his mother's body, he didn't say anything at first. He just stood there for a few seconds, his brown eyes solemnly taking in the scene. Kyoya's father then walked over to them and gathered Kyoya into his arms (Kyoya for once didn't protest at all). It was then that Kyoya's father promised that he will punish the ones responsible for his mother's death.
It didn't take long for him, the police captain of Namimori, to fulfill his promise. A day or so after his mother's funeral, Kyoya's father left beautiful Japan for Italy, taking Kyoya with him. Kyoya vaguely remembered some of his relatives questioning his father's decision to take Kyoya with him and offering to look after him. But Kyoya's father just put his foot down and told them that there was no way he was going to leave his son in the hands of defenseless herbivores.
He then glared them into submission to prove his point.
So to Italy they went, and Kyoya hated it. Namimori didn't nearly have as much crowding herbivores that Italy seemed to have, and to make things worse, he didn't know a lick of Italian. But the ones responsible for his mother's death were here, so Kyoya forced himself to put up with it.
Soon after they arrived, they went to a police station where after Kyoya's father talked to some of the police officers, he knelt down in front of Kyoya. He told him that he was going to go after his mother's murderers now and asked him to behave for the Italian police while he waited.
Kyoya will always remember how he scoffed and said that he was always behaved. His father then chuckled and tousled his hair.
Kyoya will never forget that his father then said 'if you say so, my little carnivore,' before leaving with some of the Italian policemen.
He never came back.
According to the policemen who came back, his father died right after he took down the last murderer.
According to them, if it wasn't for his father's sacrifice, many good policemen and innocent civilians would have perished.
According to them, his father was a hero who kept his promise.
But all Kyoya could think about was how stern yet gentle his father could be. How he rarely smiled but when he did those smiles were always very sincere. How he was a man whose aura demanded respect because he was a powerful carnivore.
And how he was never going to see him again.
Once again, Kyoya's heart hurt to the point where he had no choice but to cry softly. A part of him didn't want to because he was alone with strangers but he was only five. He didn't have as much control as he does now over his tear ducts.
Kyoya sighed as he shook his head to stop himself from going any further down memory lane. There was still a chance that Hayato and Chrome were still alive. And as long as that chance is still there, then he, Kyoya, will continue to search for them, not reminisce about how he lost his parents.
Even though there was no sign as to where they could be.
Even though there was no sign as to who took them.
Even though Chrome had yet to contact Mukuro since yesterday.
Even though...Hayato had been shot. Just like his parents. And they died.
Making the chances of Hayato surviving compared to Chrome are...are...
That much more slim.
"Darn it!" Kyoya all but yelled as he punched the nearest wall, unable to control himself anymore. He gritted his teeth as his heart squeezed panifully in his chest. It wasn't as painful as when his parents died, but Kyoya knew that was only because he honestly wasn't sure if his siblings were dead or not.
But...his heart still hurt. Because not long after he first met Tsuna and later the others at the orphanage...when he first realized that he had gotten attached to them...he swore an oath. He swore to himself that he will protect them. That he will keep them safe, and that he wouldn't let them die like his parents.
But look at him now. A brother and a sister missing without a trace. And the last they heard, one of them had been badly shot and the other was on the verge of collapse. And the rest of his family, while still safe, was not doing all that well.
Look at him, full of rage and pain but the one he wants, no, needs to bite to death is nowhere in sight. And even if he was nearby, it wouldn't help. Because Kyoya has no idea who the kidnapper is.
Oh, why didn't he just go to town by himself yesterday instead of sending Hayato and Chrome?!
"Darn it," Kyoya whispered, wishing beyond belief to see his siblings again, to hold them and never let go.
And that was a lot coming from him, since he never was that much of a hugger.
Then suddenly, Mukuro gasped.
"Chrome?"
And boom, we have hope again! So yeah, when I thinking of how I was going to do this chapter, I remembered that I had promised to do a chapter on Kyoya's backstory a while back. But I had to postpone it because well, I didn't know how to add it in without interrupting the flow of the story. Hopefully this chapter didn't interrupt the flow and the backstory was up to your expectations!
So what you think of Kyoya's backstory and his angst in this chapter? Please tell me your thoughts in a review and I will update shortly! Till then, have a good day/night!