Title: "People Like Us"
Summary: They all came from different pasts, from different backgrounds. They were broken, shattered, or close to it. And when everyone, even those they had loved, had given up on their existences; he came into their lives with an outstretched hand. "After all, people like us have to stick together."
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the amazing characters of Katekyo Hitman Reborn! I own the plot of this story, though, but I do not own the original KHR!
Chapter Title: "Undercover Mission: Rain"
"The Vongola Boss had been right; this person was very sadistic…"
It was a cold day. Snow fell down gently from the sky, gently landing onto the ground. It stuck to the concrete, the grass, everything that it touched, piling up silently. Footsteps were evident in the icy whiteness as people walked in it, either on accident or purposely. Where some of the snow had been scraped away were thin lines of the ice that had been left behind, dotting at the gray walkway.
Yamamoto sighed lightly on his way to the school, a blank expression on his face. He was wearing a warm jacket over his school uniform, buttoned up to keep in the heat that built up. A royal blue scarf was wrapped around his neck, covering up most of his lower face, hiding away the sad smile he wore.
As a gust of wind blew by, he tugged his scarf a bit tighter, trying to stay warm. He wasn't too far away from his destination. His nose was a light tint of pink from the cold temperature of the town, and his hands had begun to go numb from the fingers up. He wasn't one to dislike weather, but he had always been more a warmer-temperature type of guy.
As he turned the corner of the street, he drifted back into his thoughts. This particular area was one that he'd been in countless times. He had many different experiences there. Good, bad, awkward, heart wrenching. But the one memory that stuck out the most in his memory was the worst, the most scarring.
It was the memory of his mother dying.
Yamamoto stopped in his tracks, standings till. His amber eyes were wide as the memory began to wash over him, ripping him from the present and dragging him back to the past. It would seem as though he was that eight-year-old kid again. That he was standing in the middle of the neighborhood sidewalk, watching as his mother…
"Oi," an annoyed voice called out, snatching Yamamoto's attention immediately. He blinked a few times, trying to get his mind back into the present time, before turning to look at the person that had spoken. The fake grin that he was known for plastered onto his face as he turned, and he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
"Sorry," Yamamoto apologized with a chipper tone, acting embarrassed even though he wasn't. In fact, he was a bit annoyed. The tone of voice this person used…it just made him irritated. Not exactly angry or mad, but just irritated. "Was I blocking your way?"
"Tch," the person stated in an angry tone, glaring hatefully, as though he had some sort of grudge against Yamamoto, "Pay attention to where you're going, idiot."
With that, the person walked around a surprised and curious Yamamoto, who took in the appearance of the other. He had shoulder-length silver hair and bright green eyes that had a metallic look to them. His skin was pale and smooth looking. He wore a simply sweat jacket, and his pants were littered with rips and tears. A few belts hung off of the loops, as though for decoration, and one had a skull as a belt buckle.
What an interesting person, Yamamoto thought to himself, watching as the silver-haired teen turned the corner. He let out a breath of air he hadn't known he was holding, the carbon dioxide visible in the cold temperature. Why do I have a feeling I'll be meeting him again?
Gokudera huffed in annoyance. He was currently on an undercover mission for his boss, who had learned the location of yet another Guardian. The silver-head had been filled in on the information of his importance, as well as the other five's. They were all part of one giant puzzle to help the Vongola Boss overcome his demons.
No, the pianist protested mentally, shaking his head from side to side. His silver locks of hair swished back and forth, hitting him softly against the cheek. They're not his demons. The other Boss' left them behind.
The Storm Guardian didn't like the fact that his Boss was left with the previous' burdens. It wasn't right that the kind brunet had to right the wrongs of his ancestors. What annoyed Gokudera the most was that he couldn't help on his own. Even though he was the right-hand man of the Vongola Boss, he wasn't able to diminish the demons that haunted the brunet.
"But you can," the soft voice of Tsunayoshi mumbled within his mind. It was so clear that the silver-head could have believed the adult was there next to him. Except he knew that the Vongola Boss wasn't, because the voice was a simple echo of a memory. "You can help me by gathering the other Guardians. When I save them, then we'll be one step closer, Hayato."
"I'll do the best I can," Gokudera stated confidently, determination shining brightly within his silver-green eyes. One of his pale hands balled into a fist in front of him as he let out a heavy breath through his nose. "I won't let you down, Boss! I promise!"
"Are you talking to yourself," a familiar voice asked from behind him.
The Storm Guardian turned around quickly, hand reaching into his pockets for his weapons. He would be using explosives, dynamite, to defend himself and attack from now on. His old mentor had taught him the art of explosives when he was younger, and having the weapons on him made him feel safer.
But when his silver-green eyes met dark black ones, they immediately shined with admiration. The silver-haired teen smiled brightly at the adult in front of him, despite the fact that anyone older than himself was considered his enemy. Of course, there were two exceptions. His wonderful Boss, Tsuna, and the Hitman across from him.
"Reborn-san," Gokudera called out excitedly, walking up to the fedora-wearing man. The imaginary dog-ears once again appeared on top of his silver head, and the wagging gray tail behind him seemed to be in hyper mode.
"Nah-ah," the Hitman said in an amused manor, wagging a finger back in forth, though slower than the dog tail on the Strom Guardian. His fedora was tilted down to shadow part of his face, covering the spiky black locks underneath it. His curly sideburns bounced slightly when a snowflake got too close.
Reborn had his usual yellow dress shirt on, the black jacket over it buttoned up to the last few buttons as usual. The black tie was tucked under the jacket, which was decorated with small dots of white from the snow. A brief case was in one of his hands, unusual for the Hitman. Usually his favorite green gun was held in his hand, not a brief case.
"On our mission it's Reborn-sensei," the dark-haired man corrected, the smirk on his face growing a bit. It was obvious that he was amused with his undercover job, considering his last one was to obey others. This one he'd be a teacher, someone that could boss around and teach (Torture) his students.
"Ah, r-right, I'm sorry," Gokudera yelled, bowing his head, "I forgot! It won't happen again!"
Reborn chuckled at the teen, finding the situation they were in hilarious. They were to appear normal (Them, normal) as they observed the supposed Guardian. "Hopefully you didn't forget our target, correct?"
Gokudera shook his head rapidly from side to side, a grin on his face, as he replied back, "Of course not! We've been sent here to Japan to observe the first-year student, Yamamoto Takeshi, who's been identified as Boss's Rain Guardian. After we've confirmed that he is one of the Guardians, Boss will come out and save him."
The Hitman smirked once again. Yes, that was correct. It was almost exactly what Tsuna had told them, just in the silver-head's point of view. Reborn began to walk towards the school, knowing the teenager would follow him without a second thought. As he walked, he looked up to the gray sky, watching the white snowflakes fall down gently with his dark eyes. His breath was visible as he let it out through his nose, and the soft tingle of the coldness bit at his face.
Reborn continued to watch the sky as he and Gokudera walked in silence, slowly drifting back into a memory. It had been a day exactly like this. Snow falling, icy cold winds rushing past him, and a beautifully gray sky. Yes, it was exactly a day like this when it happened, he remembered. He closed his eyes; letting his instincts take over as he remembered that day vividly. The day that he'd been saved by the brunet from the darkness of the underworld.