A/N: And I couldn't wait for tomorrow and decided to post it today (I'll have to study chemestry on thursday, so tomorrow I have to study). Don't worry, chapter nine is already in progress! ;P
Here's chapter eight!
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Chapter 08: The Wrath
It was a nice sunny day in Italy, and the people in the street were in glee for the great weather in Italy. The sun shined, the birds chirped happily and not a single cloud was in sight.
Yes, that's what it was, a nice sunny day that everyone appreciated.
Except one man.
A dark cloud was suspended above his head and every person could feel the dangerous air coming from him. Thinking if they smiled his way, the creepy air around him would vanish. But instead of getting the air around him to lessen, they made it even worse. They got glares and snarls in return.
Xanxus growled and stared with his defiant stare at every living thing that had the bad luck of crossing or even thinking of crossing on his way, were in full happiness for the weather and even dared to smile at his way when he was in this foul mood. This was the nice sunny day he was supposed to be out on a mission, on behalf of the old man or other Families, allied or not.
He was supposed be killing things not babysitting things!
If only that low scum didn't even thought of coming to Italy alone, and brought along his Guardians like the good trash of a soon-to-be Boss he'll soon be, none of this would have happened. And I mean none of this would have happened:
He wouldn't be glaring at the trashy tourists inside the airport, trying to talk Italian, and utterly failing. He wouldn't be snarling and growling at the piece of junk they called airplanes or wouldn't be cursing his worthless seat number. He wouldn't be staring angrily at his scrap of neighbor or that tacky flight assistant.
And most importantly, he wouldn't be eating, no, scratch that, staring the lowly poor quality of piece of junk that looked like rubbish and called food (I'm sorry if I've offended someone… I really don't mean it; I'm just trying to see from the respective of Xanxus, which is kind of difficult. Once again, I do apologize).
But, here he was, aboard on an airplane, towards Pisa.
Xanxus folded his arms and gripped on his upper limb tightly. He glared even more at the seat in front of him, and he could see the passenger on the seat cringe at the glare.
Oh, when he sees the scum, he'll give him a piece of his mind.
A shiver ran down his back.
Tsuna looked around as he held the sheets closer to his frame. Caressing the back of his neck with his hand, he looked around the room, searching the cause of the shiver. He noticed the window was closed and the others in the room were chatting about him in his younger days weren't shivering.
What… was that?
Xanxus stared at the entrance of the main Hospital of the city. It was dark out, sun already down and the night was refreshing. There were small luminary dots up in the sky and the trees around the magnificent hospital, danced with the chilly breeze.
He was here.
A smirk adorned his features at the thought of him seeing the scum after so many years. He, the trashy brat, who won the fight for the rings and the title of the next Vongola Boss, the Tenth, was in this shitty sanatorium. Wounded, he hoped he was; he wanted to see the scum cry from his wounds. But even if he didn't have enough wounds, he'll make him weep like the wimpy no-good brat he was.
The smirk on his face grew at the thought. Oh yes, he'll make him sob.
Tucking his hands in his trousers pockets, he approached the double sliding door of the hospital. The jacket swung on his shoulders fluttered as he walked; making him, appear, like an angel of death. He came within the reach of the sensing of the doors, they opened for him, wide enough and he stepped inside the building.
As soon as Xanxus entered, his nostrils were filled with the scent of blood and medicine. Oh how he despised structures like this and avoided the medical centers. He was, for once, grateful for having Lussuria treat his wounds.
Walking up the information desk (is that right?) of the floor in the middle of the waiting area, he demanded the nurse in charge to tell him the room of where Sawada Tsunayoshi was in. He was pleased to see the fear from the others in the room, but it turned annoying once they were staring, no, ogling at him like the nincompoops they are and whispering behind his back.
And let me make this clear, he hated, I repeat, hated being whispered at and stared at more than anything; more than the old man, more than his lousy Rain Guardian, more than his mother and more than the tacky brat, Sawada Tsunayoshi.
The former cocked over his head and casted an infernal glare at everyone in the room. And less than a second, the room was now quiet and every single person inside the room was frozen in fear. Some even peed in their pants… disgusting.
"—Room 720," the voice of the nurse cut his thoughts and actions. He rotated his head to face her and glared at her, demanding her to re-say her previous sentence. The fragile lady, she seemed to be in her early-twenties, trembled in fear and embraced the clipboard against her chest.
"S-Sir Tsunayoshi S-Sawada is in the r-room 7-720, floor 12,"
"7-720." He stated, with a slight tone of confusion. His defiant stare deepened and he took his hand out of his pockets, just to slam it into the board of the low table, which was right in front of her. The sound made her jump and the action made her tremble some more as a whimper escaped her lips; she bit her lowered lip at her actions. But she wasn't the only one to jump at the noisy echo, the patients, visitors and even doctors, hopped at it. "Does that room number even exist?" He questioned, no, he stated, once again.
The young nurse gulped and opened her mouth, "I-I'm terribly s-sorry, I-I meant room 720," With his fierce look still in place, he stared at her thru his bangs; which almost covered all his vision, but could still see, almost perfectly.
Xanxus didn't say anything in return, he just removed him hand from the low table and folded his arms over his chest as he walked away from the desk and passed by the other occupants in the room. He reached the elevator and pressed the button, calling for the mechanic object. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long. With a ding, the door opened with no one inside. He stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor the nurse mentioned.
Once the door closed, every single soul freed the breath they were absentmindedly holding.
The scarred man with his good buddy, defiant stare, stood outside a room. Next to the door was a silver rectangular plaque with the black numbers nicely craved in it; 720. Below the number, there was a name; Tsunayoshi Sawada.
He smirked. He was finally there.
Xanxus slowly reached towards the door knob, and the door was thrown open… but from the other side. His eyes looked up just to find another pair of sapphire eyes watching him, eying him. It was the same woman from the interview. He glared at her, which caused her to flinch but she didn't back down.
"A friend of Tsunayoshi, I take?" she asked politely.
"A bitch, I take?" he retorted, glaring even more. He felt her aura thickened with each passing second, and he could see she held the door of the knob tightly at his words. She held tightly enough the knob to make her knuckles go white and in the blink of an eye, a deep crimson color adorned her facade. He waited for her to explode, he waited for her to say just a word and he'll give her free ticket to death.
Oh goodie, he will get to kill someone after all.
But as she opened her mouth to give him a mouth full, two pair of hands covered her mouth and a male voice spoke from inside the room.
"Don't!" Irie's voice whispered loudly from where he stood inside the room with Mei next to him. The hand over her mouth tightened slightly as Spanner took her wrist and detached her hand from the knob. He separated her from the door and Xanxus, taking her to the other side of the room, with Mei following them. She seemed to be trying to keep the wailing female calm, since her hands were moving around and she was sprouting words but were muffled by Spanners hand.
Xanxus stare changed from the trio to Irie, who was sweating a bit. "Trash…" he started, "You're the one who sent the brat to there five years ago."
The Ten Years Later accident is something they were all prohibited to speak of in front of Family Members, especially from civilians.
"Y-Yes," Irie fidgeted in his spot.
"Why does it not surprise me to find you here?" He questioned to himself, with a low growl emitting from his throat, "Where ever there's trouble related to the brat, you're always there." Irie gulped and turned white at his words. He fidgeted some more in his spot, and parted his lips to explain.
"We were—"
"They saved me," a familiar voice interrupted the fidgeting man; it sounded familiar. He couldn't be sure, since it sounded like a voice from a man, not from a twerp. Xanxus' eyes fell over the male body that was sitting on the bed; his eyes narrowed. He still looked the same, hair defining gravity and wide eyes.
"They saved me from the airplane crash and stopped the bleeding of my wounds," Tsuna informed, with a slight frown adorning his face.
Well, well, well, the brat has grown some balls. Xanxus couldn't help but to think about it. Years ago, he would be hiding behind someone or under the bed, refusing to meet his eyes. Now look at him, sticking up for someone else. He almost felt a bit of pride over the fact. I repeat, almost.
"It's good to know brat," the scarred man glided swiftly into the room and stopped in front of Tsuna's bed, "If you have enough guts to talk to me, then you'll have enough of those guts to actually spar with me. Maybe you might even withstand the torture that Arcoballeno has planned for you." He smirked.
"Arcoballeno…?" Tsuna asked as the weird word played with his tongue. His face held a frown of concentration as he spoke the word.
"Reborn, you nitwit," Xanxus' intuition was acting up. He suddenly got a very, very bad feeling about the confusion in his face.
"Re-Reborn?" he asked once again.
"Oh come one brat, Reborn, your home tutor? How—"he froze. If he didn't shrink at the name of the Sun Arcoballeno or looked around in fear, then that could only mean—
"He lost his memories…" He looked up from where he was staring at Tsuna's face just to find the other girl with amethyst eyes and blond hair standing next to Irie, how had his head bowed. Xanxus stared at Irie before glaring.
"I dare you to repeat it," he spat.
Seeing the red-haired male was too nervous, Spanner added him to the conversation, "He lost his memories," he voiced out slowly… and regretted it when the other man's scars started to appear.
Oh, was he angry.
"It's the truth Xanxus," He added. He was just too young to die.
"I-It's true," the trash included, feeling the murderous intent from the new scarred man. Said man turned his head slowly and glared at him, "I-I can't remember a-anything…" He looked down to his lap. A couple of seconds passed, and it felt like ages, and a throaty chuckle echoed in the room. Tsuna looked up from his lap and was surprised to find the man, named Xanxus, laughing.
It lasted for seconds, almost minutes, but it stopped. "This is so fucking funny," Xanxus turned around and headed to the door, "I cannot wait to see the faces of your trashy Guardians when they find out," he opened the door "I wonder how the old man will react to this," And before he walked out of the room and closed, more like slammed, the door shut, he muttered: "How will the Arcoballeno act when he finds out, is the question."
A/N: Hmmm, I didn't like this chapter that much… Anyways… next chapter!
Next chapter: The Guardians
The Guardians make the appearance! Will they already know about Tsuna losing his memories? Or will they be told when they arrive at the hospital? Will Xanxus tell the Ninth about Tsuna being amnesic? Or will he keep quiet and enjoy the shocked faces of everyone? Will I stop asking these questions?
Find out in the next chapter of:
The Lost Memories of a Past Life! (Echoes)
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