ii. Bloodbath /ˈblədˌbaTH/- n. an event or situation in which many people are killed in a violent manner.
"Hmm, so that was what happened yesterday…" A (pink) red-haired 12 years old comprehended the situation along with the rest of the older Sawada's friends who came to listen to their friend's excuse and dilemma.
"Y-yeah. Tsuna's so cruel! To think that he'd trick me that the Aspirin is a poison!" Giotto visibly pouted, displeased at his brother's antics. Maybe, the younger Sawada just enjoys seeing him in pain? But when he heard that Aspirin was actually a medicine to subside his sickness, he had a feeling that Tsuna was also worried at his well-being and he couldn't bring himself to get angry at him.
"But Giotto," G started, a dark aura that indicates death surfacing on his back as he flung an arm on his friend's shoulder, glaring at him menacingly with a smirk that doesn't really help reduce Giotto's nervousness at the moment, "I see that you were annoyed every single time, huh?"
"W-wait a moment G, time out! That was just on a spur of a moment! I—"
"So your ears were being killed-degozaru?" Asari, another friend of his who had a dark hair, questioned the blonde. Unlike G who took it out in his usual violent manner, Asari took it by heart and was significantly depressed by it, "I'm sorry, Giotto. I won't play flute anymore-degozaru….."
" No, you're just fine the way you are, Asari! I didn't intend to say it like that! I was just sick, that's all!" The blonde excused, regretting that he poured all of his feelings when he called. 'Damn, those words were the unspeakable portion of my heart that must never be spoken!'
"What I couldn't understand is, why hadn't I received a call from you yesterday, Giotto. Perhaps the oath that we, best friends, made was merely one-sided and you do not consider me as one." Knuckle commented, his voice unusually low and his usual tag line "to the limit", missing from his sentence.
"T-that's not true, Knuckle! I do consider you as one of my best friends! I just know that you have a training session with your little brother (Ryohei) and I was reluctant to call you or not and in the end I decided against it!" The blonde was speaking so fast as he stumbled on the words he found hanging on his tongue, 'Shoot, There's no way that I could tell him that I forgot about him, right?'
" So that was what happened? I thought that you just wanted to escape the reality that you have to return ore-sama's candies." Lampo, a green-haired 12 year old stated as a matter of fact with a bored pretext. "Oh, and my candies?"
"What are you saying, Lampo? We still have so many problems! There's the government, the society—"
"You could say a much more better excuse, you know?" Lampo pushed a pinky on his ear and stuck it out, blowing to remove the small ear wax that he managed to get. "So, I heard that you also called him and he did the same thing to you that he did to me?"
"Nufufufufufu, certainly. I was quite surprised to hear the other line being slammed." Daemon, another "friend" that had a hair style similar to that of a melon, shared his experience. Unlike Giotto's other friends who were hurt (even if they don't show it) about Giotto's words (and actions), Daemon was amused.
"Wait—You can't hear the phone being slammed—"
"I had a feeling that you slammed it. Nufufufu, I did not, by any means, stand on your neighbor's roof and look at you with a binocular as you writhe in pain."
"D-Daemon, you—"Giotto didn't continue his words anymore as he sighed in hopelessness. Was Daemon always watching him? Or perhaps, that was the only time? "Oh, and Alaude!"
"Yeah, what about him?" G asked, his anger now diminishing.
"I haven't even finished speaking and he hung up!"
"Oh, speak of the devil…" Ahead of them, leaning on a wall, was a boy with platinum blonde hair colour. It was like he was waiting for something…
"Alaude, why didn't you let me finish speaking yesterday?" Giotto stomped towards him and Alaude on the other hand, just replied with a, "Hn."
Giotto felt his brain bloodclotting at the male's answer. When he opened his mouth again, Alaude cut his words off, "Where's your brother?"
"H-huh?" Giotto was confused. Did he mean Tsuna? What business does he have with Tsuna?
"Don't let me repeat my words, herbivore, or I'll arrest you."
"E-err, he had something to take care off when I left the house so I went ahead. He would be coming any moment now. Why?"
"None of your business." Alaude finished the conversation and walked away coolly.
"What was that all about?" G asked more to nobody than with Giotto while the blonde shrugged. Because really, if Giotto knew that Tsuna was currently mass printing the pictures he took yesterday, Giotto wouldn't go ahead the elementary school without the brunette in tow.
"So, are you planning anything?"
"Huh? What do you mean, Lampo?"
"About your brother. It's common sense that once you trick someone, You repay it back. Isn't it?"
"I don't know, I think I really shouldn't…" 'Because I'm sure, It'll backfire on me..' Giotto thought grimly.
"Give him a taste of his own medicine! A bloodbath, I say!" G exclaimed in excitement, wanting to see the look on defeat in Tsuna's face. Most of the time, the younger Sawada sported a poker face because it takes to much muscle (as he claimed) to smile and he couldn't understand why Hayato was so preoccupied with serving the brunette when he looks so weak.
"Bloodbath, huh?" Giotto thought carefully, and after a minute or two, he looked at his comrades with a strained smile, "Okay, let's do it. I want to get back at him anyway."
"Let's start, shall we?" Asari smiled, also having the same thoughts as G since after Takeshi met Tsuna, Takeshi wasn't only talking about baseball anymore as usual, instead, It was half baseball and the other half was all about Tsuna. Was the kid that charismatic, perhaps?
"You're carrying a lot than usual, Tsuna. What's that paper bag for?" Yamamoto Takeshi, a 6 years old with short raven hair asked the brunette, who was hugging a huge brown paper bag on his arms.
"Goods to deliver." Was the short answer that Tsuna uttered.
"Let me carry that paper bag for you, Tsunayoshi-sama!" Gokudera Hayato, another 6 years old with silver hair, offered with open arms. The brunette shook his head no and said that he would be fine. Hayato, being a faithful servant he is, cried at his boss' splendor and strength, repeating that Tsuna was a perfect being.
Tsuna, on the other hand, can't let his friends see the contents of the paper bag, because Hayato and Takeshi tend to spill secrets unknowingly.
They later met up with their other friends who are all 6 years old just like them: A silver-haired kid who kept punching the air—Sasagawa Ryohei, Twins who has the same hairstyle, The male having a heterochromatic eye of blue and red whose name is Rokudo Mukuro and the female, having an eyepatch with skull pattern who has the name of Chrome Dokuro. There was also a male who had a shiny black hair with sea green pair of orbs, who was known to us as Lambo Bovino.
" LIL' SAWADA! WHAT'S WRONG TO THE EXTREME, MAKING US GATHER HERE BEFORE GOING TO CLASS?" Ryohei's voice boomed, making the other kids who were with him, flinch.
"Well you see," Tsuna started, putting the down the paper bag on the ground and clipping it with his legs, "My brother and his friends wanted to play a game with us. It's called a 'bloodbath'. All we need to do is defend ourselves."
" Kufufufu, you're not telling me that Daemon is also a part of this game." Mukuro mentioned, because really, the game is plain silly. Giotto must have wanted to revenge on what it is that Tsuna had done. It was always Giotto's reason when he wanted to play a "game" with Tsuna.
"In which, regretfully, he is. So, how about it, you guys? Do you wanna play?"
The kids cheered in agreement, making other kids look at them and also cheer when they have no idea what it is that they're cheering for.
Attempt #1
Tsuna and his other friends entered the elementary building, they headed to their respective shoe lockers to change their outdoors shoe with the indoors one. Tsuna was about to open his locker when he saw something seeping out from it.
"Hayato." Tsuna called out to the silver-headed who was now done putting on his shoes and looking at him with a beam, "Could you open my locker? I think it's stuck…" He smoothly lied.
"Sure, anything for you, Tsunayoshi-sama!" Gokudera opened the locker without a hint of suspicion and when he did, It blew up. The locker and Hayato were now the color of charcoal. The explosion did not hurt at all but Hayato's pride was. He then screamed, "Who's the bastard who dared put an explosive on Tsunayoshi-sama's locker?! COME OUT YOU WEAKLING!"
The other kids were now looking at him, scared and the others started crying.
G was hiding on a pillar of a building, looking at his little brother's black-stained face and laughing out loud. "H-holy shit! Ahahahahahaha—" He then took out his phone and took a picture of Hayato's face, sending it to his little sister, Bianchi, who he was sure would be overjoyed when she would see.
"G, we didn't do this to laugh at your little brother's face. We did this to laugh at my little brother's face." Giotto, who was beside G reminded his red-haired friend who was dying in hysteria.
Giotto then took out his notebook and crossed out the Attempt 1. Well, that was just the start…
Attempt #2
Tsuna and the gang were now walking by the corridor, chattering about what just happened as Hayato was busy wiping his pitch black face with a pure white towel.
"THAT WAS FUNNY TO THE EXTREME!" Ryohei commented with a yell, while Lambo covered his ears with his palms, "Don't be too loud, Lawn head. We're stealing more attention when you speak that way." Lambo complained.
When they were about to go up the stairs, they could hear something loud that was approaching.
!
"Takeshi, here." Tsuna handed his baseball freak of a friend a wooden sword. The raven-haired child was baffled at first, looking at Tsuna then back at the wooden sword, "What's this for Tsuna?"
"Defense."
After the brunette said the word, Lambo was thrown out of the stairs, his face embedded with a… pie?
That was the cue that the lot became aware of the impending danger (of falling in the stairs because of a pie) as they started avoiding the oncoming ones that fell like a rain from upstairs.
"IS IT THE SAME BASTARD?" Hayato asked, pissed because he sure has had enough with that incident in the locker. Suddenly, they could hear their female friend slightly shriek, as Mukuro looked back to see that Chrome was falling (slow motion) from the stairs.
"Chrome!" Mukuro shouted, stretching out his hand. "N-nii-sama!" The girl responded as she continuously fell and when she did….
"GUPYYAAAAAAAAAAAA"
Mukuro exhaled in relief. At least Lambo was useful. He then shot back a glare at the end of the upstairs, smirking menacingly and promising the one who hit Chrome with a pie, great pain and utmost misery.
The bullet-like pie stopped raining, and what they saw was a humongous pie twice their size and being smothered by that means dying.
"I won't let you!" Takeshi's soft brown hues became sharp, as he positioned the wooden sword to swing at the humongous pie. When the pie was already dawning at them, Mukuro produced an illusion of daggers, being pointed at the pie as he shot it, making it's descending slower. This time Takeshi charged at the pie, "Shigure Soen Ryu, First offensive form: Shajiku no Ame!"
The pie was split into two as it completely fell, Tsuna and the others managing to evade before the half of the pie hits them.
"Woah, that was close!" Yamamoto wiped off a bead of sweat in his forehead.
"JUST WHAT WAS THAT TO THE EXTREME?"
"Idiot lawn-head, It's obvious that somebody's targeting our lives!"
"But who?"
The once straightened thin lips of Tsuna tugged upwards and into a smirk, " The bloodbath has begun since earlier." He informed, and the rest then realized that it was their siblings (who were referred as Giotto's "friends" by Tsuna) who attacked them.
"So that explosion in your locker earlier—" Hayato then gritted his teeth," That Damn G! I'll make him pay for this!"
"Aniki, as I remember, was currently obsessed with creating pies." Takeshi reminisced, remembering Asari baking pies and letting him and his father taste it for the preparation in a test for Home Economics since the older Yamamoto failed not once, but twice at the said subject.
"But I think he can't create a large pie like that…." Chrome shared her opinion, having a suspicion to which was cleared when her brother spoke.
"Kufufufu, It must have been Daemon's illusion." Mukuro confirmed, ready to killhis older brother because he had a nerve to hit their little sister with a pie.
"So that means that we just have to prepare. Man, this spells trouble.." Lambo sighed in annoyance.
They then proceeded to get to their classroom, their muscles tense because they might be ambushed again.
Asari was hiding behind a door, blinking once, then twice—quite startled at something.
"What's wrong Asari? I know that we failed but—" Giotto started but was cut off by Asari himself.
"Takeshi used Shigure Soen Ryu…" Asari's expression changed from a surprised one to a delighted one as his head snapped to Giotto and he was almost jumping in sheer joy, "Giotto, My brother just used Shigure Soen Ryu! I must let father know immediately!" Asari ran, forgetting to add the usual "degozaru" in his sentence.
"Wait a moment, Asari! Class is starting—"
"Nufufufu, that was an interesting display indeed. I would have never thought that Mukuro had gotten this strong. By the way, Giotto," Daemon shot Giotto a glare, "The pie that hit Chrome was yours, right?"
The older Sawada stepped backwards, his palm facing in front to show that he didn't mean any harm, 'Shit, he saw that?'
The only thing one could hear beyond the closed door was a scream and cry for help and an eerie laughter that could make one's hair stand on ends.
Attempt #3
"Are you taking part in this?" G asked the oldest Sasagawa, hands positioned in his hips.
"I don't think so. I do not wish to hurt kids to the limit." Knuckle answered honestly, nodding at his own verdict.
"You're basically implying that we enjoy hurting kids." Giotto muttered under his breath, "And we're kids too, If any of you are not forgetting."
"Can we do anything? The author of this story doesn't how to portray us more childishly, much less our little brothers who are like, six. This is why amateurs are such a pain." Lampo, casually breaking the fourth wall, showed them a marble. "I'll use this."
"Tch, show off."
"How are you going to use a marble?"
"Just watch ore-sama and marvel at my incredible victory!" Lampo snorted in arrogance. G and Giotto have a bad feeling about this….
"Hmp, they're not ambushing us anymore?" Hayato questioned nobody in particular, expecting an agreement with the rest of the kids that was with him and his Tsunayoshi-sama. What he didn't expect was a lot of marbles flooding over the corridor like crazy. 'What the fuck—'
"Who's attack is this?" Takeshi asked with a smile on his face, enjoying that his feet are particularly buried in marbles.
"Must have been Lampo. He's the only one who uses this technique!" Lambo yelled in response to Takeshi's question, trying to figure out how to get to the classroom safe and sound.
"LOOK AT THAT, THE MARBLES ARE FLYING TO THE EXTREME!"
! ! !
Another set of marble swatted their body as they either groaned in pain or cussed vehemently (in Hayato and Mukuro's case) as they ran away from the source of the marble-shooting. Their progress on running was slow since the marbles that buried their feet were heavy and slippery—in any case, It was hindering their escape.
"That goddamn brother!" Lambo managed to curse before being smacked by a marble on the head and swept away on the sea of marbles.
Lampo's ambush was very effective—Giotto noted, because he could see that his little brother was quite troubled by it, his face morphing in frustration and anger—not an expression that you could see a certain Sawada Tsunayoshi wearing every day.
Tsuna squeezed the paper bag on his arms, unhappy at his brother's third approach of revenge. His left leg stepped backwards as he stumbled upon a marble that made him lose his balance and slip ungracefully.
Everything went quiet after that. Tsuna's friends stopped their movements as they stared at the brunette. The flying marbles that whacked around them and the wall halted too. This is when the moment of silence is being feasted.
Tsuna doesn't really care being embarrassed. He's used to it since retorting to the teacher or defending himself from the bullies was such a bother. They even call him "dame" when actually, he's just plain lazy. Returning to the point, Tsuna can't feel the paper bag in his grasp as he immediately stood up, ignoring the marbles and looked for the bag. If he can't find it, his transaction with Alaude would be invalid and printing the pictures again would be too tiresome.
Giotto prevented himself from laughing too loud with his hands covering his mouth as G, Daemon and Lampo did the same. Knuckle only shook his head as he walked away, retreating before he gets into any more trouble in which Kyoko, his little sister, wouldn't like at all.
That was the right choice.
"Buwahahaha, did you see that?! It's clearly my victory—"
Crack. Crack.
After hearing the sound, Lampo rigidly turned his head as if it was rusted—G's face paled, Daemon squeaking out a breathless "Uh oh" with a forced smile and Giotto, turning the same shade as Daemon's hair with every muscle of his body quivering.
CRACK.
The wall where they hid now had a crack that stretched up from the floor to the ceiling. The origin of the crack was a small but chubby hand that one could conclude as feeble when it wasn't breaking the wall at the moment.
The younger Sawada stepped out, his smirk extending from ear to ear, his eyes squinted in pure hatred as the four figures that were the suspects from the incident were reflected on his pair of orange-brown orbs.
To say that the four were scared is a great understatement—They were terrified to the point that they found themselves immobile because of fear.
" Let me teach you a real blood bath, stupid brats." Tsuna hissed under his breath, as he ferociously pounced at his three seniors and his older brother. The school then erupted with a huge variety of screams that could only mean nothing but something unimaginable was being done to them.
Tsuna fished his phone from his pocket (Nana deemed that it was necessary in case of emergencies) and dialed a number. There wasn't a single beep as it was promptly answered by the other line, "The goods are missing. I request men to search for it."
"The paper bag with the goods was thrown outside the window. I managed to secure it so the transaction is still working." The person from the other line, who as we know by now could be no one but Alaude, responded as countless "beeps" then inundated Tsuna's hearing.
The brunette closed his eyes and left the bloody scene, "I worked hard for nothing."
Giotto, Lampo, Daemon and G were left on the floor, sprawled and swearing that crossing the youngest Sawada is something that only an insane person could do.
Author's Note: I want to say that I want to update every day but I might not be able to keep this promise. I suck at keeping promises. Thank you for the favorites, follows and reviews! I was really happy that people seemed to like my first KHR ff!
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