Try not to splatter
" If you trust your rebel heart and ride into battle don't be afraid take the road least travel-"
I turned off the music as the baseball mouse went into his homeroom and he began to get questioned. I started listening because I was curious I have been hearing rumors of the rival team for the upcoming match had a rather rat-like tendency of getting rid of the competition before the match. It's like injuring a lion before a dominance game, highly frowned upon. If those rats were injuring players then they were harming Namimori students the job of the disciplinary committee is to both protect the students as well as reinforce rules. If the baseball rabbit the alpha of the baseball pack was injured because of the rival team I was either to hunt them down myself or inform Kyouya. Chances of survival with me would be 20% when your not a citizen nor student of Namimori now that my first kill has been confirmed. The kid apparently didn't go to Namimori so I wasn't really concerned I just stashed the body in the dump.
"I fell down the stairs."
I could hear the lies in his voice, the fact that he was lying was proof enough for me. I decided to postpone the hunting of the prey till I figure out what that other tone I heard in his voice that made instincts scream in my head. The best way to find out what made the instincts get so loud is to stalk the rabbit.
I waited outside the classroom for a couple hours reading a book when the baseball rabbit (Yamamoto I heard them call him) left the room a look of utter despair decorating his features. For some reason seeing that look felt wrong and I had a strong urge to erase it my instincts were telling me something terrible would happen if I didn't.
"Baseball mouse," I spoke quietly catching Yamamoto's attention. His big sad eyes were catching my attention and made me pause and soften my tone. "where are you going."
"To the roof." I halt something isn't right still.
"What are you gonna do?" I said frowning slightly.
"Why would you want to know?" He said slouching and generally making himself smaller in his depression.
"You have a father. Don't throw your life away." I said and walked away.
I called the disciplinary committee and ordered them to have nets set up beneath the wood pigeon. Listening to him talk about jumping and baseball gods made me pissed off. Then my brother happened I couldn't be more proud... they want to put him 6 feet under for giving me a heart attack. As the fence broke just as they reached for each other's hands I heard the sound of a gunshot. A beat and orange flames erupted from Tsuna for a second there I could swear Tsuna saved himself the flames slowing his fall yelling save the pigeon with my dying will. (not quite those exact words obviously). Before they even hit the ground I waved the disciplinary members who haven't finished setting up the net away and walked up to them.
"Nee-sama?" was Tsuna's questioning chirp.
"Wood pidgeons the both of you," I said and scraped my dull claws across both their faces enough to make them bleed and physically lifted them across my shoulders to take them to the infirmary for a checkup. I was starting to wish my brother was a bunny again.
Pigeon - Yamamoto's general description of Yamamoto
wood pigeon also is known as the kamikaze bird) - Yamamoto is called this every time he does something stupid
Pink Pigeon (a stupid bird that has to be rescued when it lands in the sea) - Yamamoto is called this every time he says something stupid
you can just imagine that he will never be called anything but a pigeon from now on
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