KHR isn't mine although I wish it was. And if that happened, KHR might be ruined so I better stop my wishful thinking. I'm contented watching the anime and reading the manga. *nods*
Heh.
"You were that kind of person after all, Tsuna. You always think that everything you do was for anybody else's sake but it did nothing to me but trouble. Do you know how much the future me had struggled just to make up her mind following your order?"
Tsuna's flame on his forehead disappeared. The ambiance around him showed no willingness to continue the fight. He was just staring at the ground, watching the raindrops clash on to the earth. It was as if he himself can't believe what he just heard. Of course, forcing somebody else to kill another wasn't easy. He understood that, but it was his orders. And those orders weren't just simple arrangement. He considered that she was spouting lies but that won't apply to Tsukiyo's case. He knew she didn't need to lie.
Gokudera and Yamamoto stared at him in worry. Iemitsu and Timoteo was nowhere and Basil wasn't there anymore. It seems that they had rushed Basil to the Varia Quarters to attend his injury.
"Tsuki-nee," Yamamoto ran in front of Tsuna. Although, there was not an insignia of attack coming from her, he was in possession of his swords, in the right stance, prepared for a sudden attack. "Stop this already, Tsuki-nee. We can talk about this peacefully, right?" His cheerful demeanor didn't even show. He was serious.
"I hate to say this but the baseball idiot is right!" Gokudera yelled, taking his stand besides his beloved boss.
Tsukiyo felt something warm inside her upon seeing Gokudera and Yamamoto running at his little brother's aid. She felt her anger melting away but there was no turning back now. She had taken a lot of lives now. Adding to that, she attempted to kill her family and she had successfully injured them, too. And her mind screamed that the Vongola still had not suffered that much.
If she had gone this far, the only thing that would stop her is death. Preferably, her death. She raised her scythe, pointed to them, showing she was still up to fight.
Yamamoto and Gokudera frowned at her actions. They were evidently disappointed.
However, at the moment that she was about to attack, an annoying laughter resounded in the woods.
"Nyahahaha! Lambo-sama had appeared to save Tsuki-nee!" His irritating appearance was uncalled for the grave atmosphere. He was running towards them, holding a bazooka on his hand, as if ready to shoot anyone in the way. Much to his clumsiness, he tripped over a rock, causing the bazooka to get lost from his hands and fell into Tsukiyo who had no time to evade it.
In seconds, pink smoke had covered the place where Tsukiyo was standing. It signified the emergence of a different person. However, everyone's eyes were somewhat anticipating to take a look on a ten-years-later version of her.
When the smoke cleared, an older version of Tsukiyo was blinking at them. Seemingly, she had no idea of what was happening and this Tsukiyo was seemingly less violent.
"Huh? Tsuna? Yamamoto? Gokudera? Lambo, too? What are you guys doing here in the woods? It seems dangerous. And wait, why aren't you guys still not home? You're soaking wet. Do you want to get sick?" She asked worriedly and in a quite reprimanding way.
The four of them was just staring at the ten-years-later version of Sawada Tsukiyo. She still had the long brown hair, amber-colored eyes yet it showed more fortitude, and she had grown taller.
"Wait, you guys look younger," she commented, his eyes falling to them one by one until it fell on Lambo's bazooka near her feet.
"I was struck with Lambo's ten-year bazooka, huh?" She asked calmly. "That means…"
Tsuna and his comrades prepared for a sudden reaction from her. Of course, Tsukiyo in the future knows what happened in Tsukiyo's past. She will probably know what they were doing in the woods and why they were there. Will she attempt to kill them?
And there their fear went. The woman's thoughtful words became empty as she threw them glares of resentment. With just a wave of her hand, a black flame formed a scythe in her grip.
"Why don't we change a bit of the future, Tsu-kun?" She said in an emotionless tone, walking towards them with her scythe prepared to sever anyone she wanted to finish off.
With the pressure of her black flames, she managed to shoved Yamamoto and Gokudera out of the way, causing the two to hit their backs on hard tree trunks and fell on the cold muddy ground. Tsuna was unguarded, he can only rely on his own flames but he was still not in the right mind to fight his sister, and not this more dominant ten-year-later version of hers.
Tsukiyo pointed her scythe at Tsuna.
"Just kidding," she said as her flame scythe disappeared in sight. Tsuna stared at him, confused at the sudden variation of her actions.
Gokudera and Yamamoto, albeit wincing in pain, managed to got up and ready to back-up Tsuna. They were not going to fall into Tsukiyo's change of attitude.
"Jyuudaime, it's a trap! Get away from her!" Gokudera shouted.
Tsukiyo stared at him, smiling. "Don't worry, Hayato. That was just a bluff." She said.
She strode towards Tsuna and the others. They all took a step backwards. They can't still trust her. They don't know what she may do. "Don't worry, Tsu-kun. You should be thankful for Lambo right now. If the Tsukiyo, who you are supposed to be fighting now, swapped with me in the future, then everything's going to be all right," she said happily as if there was nothing to really care about.
"Tsuki-nee, what do you mean?" Tsuna asked, frowning at the absurdity of her mood. How can she be so happy after learning that her past self was just trying to kill them a few minutes ago.
"Five minutes is almost up. Ask her," she said before disappearing in a poof, being replaced by a dumbfounded younger Tsukiyo. Her face was all red, as if she'd been through something embarrassing and it made them wonder what the future her was doing at the moment.
"You've got to be kidding me." That was what Tsukiyo muttered before unconsciousness got into her again. What they didn't notice was Tsukiyo directed that statement to a person she had first glimpsed from her return from the supposed never-to-be-known future. Guess who.
_._._._._._._._._._.
For the weather not to went along with one's mood was just preposterous. Like for an instance, you were having the hard time of your life. Your depressed, your almost crying, and the sun was just smiling brightly up in the cerulean sky. It was just the same with exuberantly laughing while in a funeral. A comical insult, right?
That applied for Tsukiyo after being warped by Lambo's ten-year bazooka – she found herself under a clear sunny day. A beautiful day, indeed.
She was not alone though. Or she should rather say; she was in the hands of someone.
"Shishishi. Why so bloody, Tsu-chan?" The arrogant flaxen-haired guy, who claims to be a royalty, and was no other than the sadistic Belphegor, asked her. But there was something different in him. His yellow hair became quite unruly though his bangs and the tiara remained. He did look more matured though. He had grown.
She didn't know what she was caught in. She was enclosed in his arms and he didn't seem to mind her wet and bloody-soaked clothes.
But apparently she was blushing upon realization on their position. She was leaning on Belphegor's chest. He, on the other hand, was leaning on a tree. It was as if both of them were taking a shade on the tree's shadow. She can't understand herself at all with her heart thumping rapidly. She struggled from his hold but she felt his hands drew tighter around her. She could even hear him breathing, but her heart was the loudest in her ears.
"Let go of me!" She said out loud, still moving violently just to get free. "Where am I anyway? Why, all of a sudden, am I here? Hanase!(Let go!)"
"Five minutes, Tsu-chan. After five minutes, you'll go back to where you are supposed to be. That will be less than four minutes by now," he said, grinning at her. "But I won't let go. Deal with it with yourself."
Tsukiyo gave up. She stopped struggling. She knew he meant what he said. But still the closeness was giving her heart an anxious throbbing.
"W-where am I then?" She asked, taking her gaze off him as to hide her blushing face.
"Ten years later."
She raised her head to glimpse at him. This time, in surprise and questioning look.
"Something like you got swapped with your ten year later-earlier self for about five minutes, I heard," he explained, not even sure of his explanation.
"Then why am I here?" She frowned, still doubting his reply.
"Beats me," he said, drawing his face near to her.
"I almost forgot how you look ten years ago, Tsu-chan. You're still cute even looking so dangerous," he commented, kissing the tip of her nose.
She frowned in surprise. Tsukiyo didn't know how to describe what she was feeling. She was utterly surprised by Belphegor's demeanor as if they were in an intimate relationship… but what if ten years later, they really were… She shook her head hard as if discarding away unlikable thoughts.
She was confused but still she somehow liked Bel's presence at the moment. Then, a sudden question entered her mind.
"Hey, what am I doing here then… with you? And more specifically, i-in y-your arms?" Tsukiyo felt very embarrassed by just asking saying those words but she wanted to know if they were in a relationship like that.
"Shishishi. Have a guess."
"What? You wanted me to believe that ten years later, rather, at this time, you're my, err…"
"Husband." He poked her forehead.
"Huh?" Her eyes widened after hearing the most ludicrous revelation she could ever think of. She wanted to laugh but what she heard wasn't just funny. It was serious, for her. Seriously, Belphegor, of all people. She blinked, then she shook her head.
He laughed. "More like the reaction I expected from you."
"How did… How come… No way. You're kidding!" She accused, throwing him a disbelieving look. Belphegor watched her facial expressions in amusement. The girl seemingly found being her husband unacceptable. He couldn't help but grin.
He raised his hand and stroke her hair.
"I'm not. Just fall in love with me already, Tsu-chan. Don't forget that when you go back, okay? The prince orders you to fall for him."
Tsukiyo's face reddened more.
"Who are you to… order me you stupid prince."
Before she could even finish the last five words of her abrupt statement, Belphegor caught her lips with his. And at the moment, she disappeared in a poof, replaced by the Tsukiyo he was with originally before the five minutes earlier.
The surprised blushing Tsukiyo pushed him. "Oi, Bel! What were you doing with the ten-year-earlier me, you pedophile!"
"Hey, I calculated it right at the moment you'll come back you know." He defended nonchalantly.
"You expect me to believe that?" She asked, sarcastically.
"Shishishi. Of course. I'm a genius, after all."
Those five minutes moments were fast, right? Haha!
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