Sorry about the long absence guys. I've really been stuggling to keep up with school and such. And I also had my iPod taken away at school. That's what I write most of my stuff on because my whole family has one laptop to share. And there are a lot of us.
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Thump. Thump. Thump.
The little girl ran through the halls, panting slightly, bare feet slapping on the polished wood floors, blood splashing around her. She stumbled, heart stopping for the split second it took to regain her footing. She ran even faster now, trying to make up for lost time.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock.
She could practically hear her time slipping away, the rambunctious laughter of her persuers close behind.
Left, Right, Right, Left.
It was very easy to navigate these halls. After all, she had been wandering them since she could walk. But never had she seen them like this. Lifeless bodies, walls painted red. It was unfamiliar, but at the same time, it seemed right somehow, like this was the way it was supposed to be.
Squish, Squash, Splash, Thud.
Despite all of the bodies, she knew that tonight was not the night of her demise. But the lingering smell of death in the air was enough to make her forget.
A slash, a spurt, a scream.
She turned the corner, slicing her leg on a wire. She ignored the pain and kept moving. She could avoid it now that she knew it was there. She knew the person who made it, after all.
Almost there...
She could see the door now, the door that led to her salvation. They could not harm her in her own home. Such was the reasoning of a child.
A smooth silver handle, creaking hinges.
The door opened smoothly, showing her what was inside. But it wasn't her living room, it was a labaratory. Lethal looking objects sat on metal tables, glistening in the dim light. She gulped, turning around.
Slam!
The door was shut, leaving the only light a cracked lightbulb, hanging over the head of a little boy. He turned around, but she couldn't see his face. It was shrouded in shadows.
A small smile, a creepy laugh. The shuffling of feet.
He was walking toward her now, and she could still make out nothing. Not the color of his hair or his height, just the wide, white smile, and something glowing red in the dark. There was some sort of symbol, but she couldn't make it out. He raised his hand, and she saw a three pronged weapon siloheted against the light behind him.
A swish, a slash. A bloodcurdling scream.
Tsunako shot up, gripping her pillow tightly and breathing deeply, tears running down her pale face.
"Another nightmare, huh."
She turned to face her door, spotting the imposing shadow of a tall man. She choked and sobbed, holding out her arms in a way reminicent to a baby.
"Reborn?"
He sighed and walked over, sitting on the edge of her bed. "you stupid girl," he murmered as he scooped her into his arms. "Mafia bosses don't have nightmares. Especially about death and gore."
She mumbled something incoherent into his pajamas.
He sighed, resting his chin on the top of her head. "I know. You don't want to be a boss." He ran his thin fingers through her hair and rubbed her back. "But you have no choice."
She was asleep now, still clutching the front of his nightshirt.
His eyes slid shut. "Don't worry, Dame-Tsuna. I'm not going anywhere. Not anytime soon."
If there was one thing for sure, Gokudera Hayato had suckish luck.
Not only had he set off the metal detector at the airport- even though he had no metal on him- but he was also about to miss his flight.
So he was taken to airport security, searched, and stripped of all of his dynamite. And money. They figured that he had stolen it. Probably because he looked like a thug.
He still had one secret weapon, though. A newly accquired one that probably wouldn't be all that effective.
"You know," he commented, examining his nails. "I wonder what Vongola Nono would think if he found out that you hassled one of his men?"
It was working. They had paled rapidly, trying to cover it by acting tough. "Yeah right. As if Nono would hire a pipsqueak like you."
He waved a hand dismissively. "Whatever. If you don't beleive me, look it up." He turned to them, a glint in his narrow green eyes. "The name's Hayato. As in 'The Smoking Bomb Hayato.'"
He lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply. "And if you still don't beleive me, you can go to Nono himself."
They shook their heads, sweat beading on their faces. "T-that's not necessary, Hayato-sama!"
He smirked arrogantly. It was kind of nice to be called that after all of these years. "Good. Now may I please board my flight?"
They all leapt to their feet shakily. "Y-yes, Hayato-sama!" Two of them grabbed his bag and two of them held open the doors for him.
His life was definitely picking up now. It was only a matter of time before someone knocked him back down again.
Yamamoto Takeshi stood on the roof, looking down at the people below him. He had an irrepressable urge to just run straight off the edge. To jump over that rusting fence into the unknown.
Depression was a bitch.
He din't even know why he was so depressed. He was captain of the baseball team, he had many friends and admirers. Fake friends and admirers. Except for Tsuna. Tsuna wasn't fake.
He sighed, looking off dramatically into the horizon like in a cheesy romantic movie. He smiled weakly at the thought.
Maybe he wasn't depressed. Maybe there was just something missing, something that he subconciously wanted, needed.
Oh well. He wasn't figuring that out anytime soon. And he could be wrong. He was no philosopher.
He turned around, his back to the fence, the unknown. Not yet, he thought, opening the door. Not yet.