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[AN]: Slight spoilers! (Possibly?)
As some of you must be wondering, this is a STRICT 8059. No, Hibari*Goku. In upcoming chapters you will find out why Hibari is flirting with him. Also! Now that we're on this topic of 'Dera, this chapter will focus mainly about him and what's happening. Also!
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Ok, so a few warning for this chapter:
-Swearing
-Swearing
-Creepers (Nothing new right? :P)
Alas, I'm rambling. (Teehee!) So without further ado… (Jeses! {YES, I SPELLED IT WRONG ON PURPOSE} Look at all the fancy words I'm using! You'd think I'm British or something!)
PART 12.
What a fool he was.
"Hey! Check it out!"
What an absolute, balky, fool he was.
"What is it?"
"It looks like a kid!"
"What's with him? Covered in blood and shit…."
"Maybe he was in a fight?"
What a complete, narcissistic, idiotic, thick assho—
"Ghnn!" Pain ripped through the Italian's spine.
"Man, what did you do?"
"I just gave him a little kick, that's all."
Sadly, the victim of the rigid kick happened to be Gokudera's ribs. He doubled over and groaned out again in pain, his chest throbbing from the sudden wake up call and from his heart beating rapidly.
"Well, he's alive, that's for sure."
"We should take him back with us, yeah? He could sure be some fun!"
Gokudera pushed himself and opened a lively green eye. 'Fun?'
"I dunno….he seems too young."
"Like that's ever stopped you before!" What sounded quite like a roar suddenly erupted from the boisterous voices. Trying to lift his head and look around, the bomber found that he couldn't move at all, his body which had been out in the cold far too long felt like it was a frozen rock. He inhaled quickly, too quickly, and ended up coughing out the icy air, drawing the men's attention.
"Pick him up. We could use this as a make up gift for the boss for our last failed mission. Besides, we get in trouble with the Keisatsu, we'll just toss him in the back. No one will find him."
A pair of two, strong, muscular arms wrapped around the base of his head and gripped his silver locks with fierce demand. With a flick of the owner's wrist, he hauled the poor Italian up by his hair causing a pitiful and small whimper to slip past his pale lips. The men ignored the sign of pain.
"Lets go."
He felt another arm grab him under his armpit and haul him into a more comfortable and easier to drag position. His cold feet scrapped across the concrete sidewalk as his body moved on its own accord. Before he even knew what hit him, he blacked out once more.
It's was a funny thing, in his mind, as he thought more and more about it. Gokudera secretly loved music, more then any other sport, activity or anything else for the matter, and he could listen to it for hours and hours on end, as if it was speaking to him, whispering in his ear. But this….this was different.
Loud, jumpy, and erotic music blared around his poor ears, casing the silver haired bomber to jolt awake with a small whimper. When he opened his innocent looking emerald eyes, they watered from the amount of smoke in the room. After, his nose twitched at the reek of so many combinations of sweat, blood, man cologne, and more disgusting things words wouldn't dare describe. The spacious room was extremely overcrowded (Oh how badly he wished a certain carnivore would come and bite them all to death) and was filled with a degree of various men, all the while, Gokudera was still being dragged.
"Oi!" He weakly barked out, "P-Put me down!" The two men, with their iron grip still locked on him, continued walking as the obnoxious music drowned out any and all his efforts to get their attention. "God dammit, put me down! HEY!"
After what seemed like an eternity of pure torture for the Italian, his lungs now sore and tired from all his screaming, they had reached the end of the room where a dark hallway led off to metal doors that most likey led to more rooms (seriously, what the hell was with this place?) and a staircase at the very end. The men nodded to a certain black guard that stood there and blocked off the area for intruders. As they took him down the hallway, the noise level almost immediately dropped to a low hum showing off the fact it was extremely sound absorbent, yet Gokudera stayed quiet despite the fact he could shout freely now. They led him past the metal doors and straight to the stairwell where they promptly dropped Gokudera on the ground where he landed with a "oof!".
"What the hell was that for you bastard!" He held his nose, sure that it was broken, and propped himself up on an elbow to glare at both of them, quietly analyzing their bodies. The one to his left was a tall, skinny looking fellow with curt blonde hair and a creepy grin. He almost reminded him of the Varia's own creeper, Bel, had it not been for the fact that he seemed incredibly weak and his face was covered in scars. Bel wouldn't let anyone dare touch him, let alone make a scar on him. As his mind raced on to rant about the stupid Varia, and their dumb shitty attitudes, he could help but wonder if he would ever see them again. See Tsuna again. See Yamamoto again...
As if he was slapped in the face, Gokudera shook his head frantically remembering the reason why he ran away in the first place. 'Just shut the hell up, Hayato. You don't need to think about this shit.'
Scoffing at the blonde, Gokudera's eyes darted to the next male, a tan Spaniard who seemed like a good match for anyone. His hair was in a short brown bob, hidden underneath a black newsboy hat. He chuckled at his short outburst, showing off some gold teeth. Gokudera furrowed his eyebrows in disgust.
"Get up. We're not going to do extra work and carry you if you can walk," The blonde paused and stared at him trying to figure out what to call him. He growled, giving up and pulled out a gun. "Go!" He pointed up the stairs.
'Why do they always allow idiots to carry guns?' He though to himself with anger.
Slowly, Gokudera rose to his feet, unsure if his own legs could hold up his own body weight. Once he felt secure that he wouldn't fall he turned around and started his ascend up. It was a short trip up, and with a gun pressed against his back, Gokudera wasn't too focused on how badly it hurt to move, rather... he just wanted to go home. And that's all his tired mind could think about at the moment. By the time they had reached the top, Gokudera's color had drained out from his face and body, making him look…well, horrible.
The stairs spread out into a large, open office looking area, big enough to be called a ballroom. There were some couches facing each other as you walking in, a large bar to the left, followed by bathrooms. In the very back and center of the room was a large couch, more like a huge love seat, that was turned backwards so it faced away from the small crowd of people and looked out the window in front of it. In the seat, was a man, surround by woman, slaving over him from the looks of it. Gokudera's eyes had grown twice his size as his mind wandered at where the hell he actually was.
"Keep walking." The Spaniard told him. Gokudera, hesitantly, walked forward, past the people, through their smoke, and to the man. "Stop." He froze.
The man had his arm wrapped around a girl, and wine glass in the other. He chuckled and sipped at the red liquid, not even noticing he was there.
"Boss!" The blonde shouted, "We found you something'~!"
The silence the man gave off caused the youngest in the room to shiver out of fright, for it gave him the impression of the silence before a bomb went off. The woman around him got up and off him and allowed him to turn around and stare at Gokudera who had summed up the courage to give him his best death glare he could, teeth bared, and eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Woa." He smirked around the cigar in his mouth and took a deep breath only to blow repulsive outcome into his face. Gokudera huffed and blew it away acting as though he was better then that, despite the fact he too smoked every once in a while when stressed would overwhelm him, but this placed reeked so badly of it it made him want to gag and that was quiet obvious. The strong boss-like-man stood up and walked around the couch casually, observing Gokudera's movements and they way his eyes darted side to side trying to find a way out, or hatching a plan of attack.
"What are you thinking about, Mr….?" He waited for a name.
"Its none of your damn business." He spat. The man chuckled and ran a greasy hand through Gokudera's soft locks who in return slapped his hand away and stepped back muttering curses in Italian. The man's smirk only grew larger as he understood the sailor mouth of the hotheaded teen.
"Two can play that game, kiddo."Gokudera growl was his only response. The man fiddled around in his pockets for a moment before taking out a small, purple sack. "Hold him down."
Before he even had a chance to react, Gokduera was thrown to the ground by several subordinates and was held still. Kicking and screaming, Gokduera tried to free himself from the chaos, which only result in tighter reinforcement. The man kneelt down besides him and waved someone over to give him a hand. "Now, Mr…It's none of my damn business, I'm going to make this very simple for you, so listen well, ok? Open your mouth and take this," He held out a somewhat see through white pill, "and it'll be over. If you don't want to take it then we'll just have to hurt you." It was simple enough.
Gokudera lay still for a moment, panting hard, and giving the man a heated glare. About to resort to spitting in the man's face with some strong language, Gokudera caught something out of the corner of his eye. The blonde that had apart of the group that had captured him earlier stood behind the Italian Boss, a glowing hot red metal pipe in his hand. Gokudera looked further behind him to see that there was a fireplace next to the bar.
His eyes widened as the creeper neared him causing him to panic and kick harder and harder at the men holding him down. His foot got a lucky shot and kicked one of the gang members square in the face. Stupidly, he laughed in triumph. The man raised his fist and quickly proceeded to beat the shit out of him in the process.
The Italian Boss watched with satisfaction before calling the man off and holding out the pill again. "Which one shall it be?"
Gokudera opened his pale green eyes (soon to be black) and sniffed up the blood pooling out of his nose. He smiled back at the man before saying, "Fuck you."
The man chuckled, stood up and pushed the blonde forward. With a sigh he took out another cigar and lit it slowly, watching with anticipation the loud and blood boiling screams to come.
"Burn him."
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Alright, well that took forever to type! Whew! I deserve food! Which, by the way, Happy Thanksgiving!
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-Ciel*Sebby
-Grell*Sebby ('BASSY!)
-And more. :D
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