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A/N: Thanks to EK12, xxxWhite-Wing13xxx, Kanrei, Xj9, Taira-Keimei, ShiroHachi to KuroHachi, Ayz283, Stalker of Reactions, Alice, Ajaxs, and mad31lina for reviewing!
I just watched a video that used the Requiem of A Dream song for Katekyo Hitman Reborn and it so helped me with a few ideas for this story! It just makes this so much more fun to write. But, like always with my stories, my ideas need to be modified somewhat to fit with my characters because I change their personalities. It will still be fun though!
I was originally planning to update when I finished the next chapter of Most Wanted and posted it…..I don't think that is happening for a while as I have found myself getting more distracted a lot easier than usual. It's been like this for months so I will just update this now. Less of a wait that way.
The Shadow Demon
"Talking"
'Thinking'
Chapter 3
CRASH!
Resisting the urge to stay locked in his office, which was a testimony to how annoyed he was because his desk was piled high with paperwork which he hated, Giotto, the ninth boss of the Vongola pushed away from his desk. He really expected better from them, but truthfully, he knew this was coming. It's how it always was.
BANG!
His guardians and their apprentices only ever fought with each other. It was internal conflict. Internal conflict that only vanished when enemies threatened Vongola, Vongola's boss, or Vongola's boss's apprentice who did not exist yet as Giotto had yet to find someone worthy to take his place when he decided to retire or gets killed, which he hoped didn't happen for a long while.
Normally the next boss has to be blood related and have the sky flame. The new boss would then choose his own guardians, but that was not how the Vongola worked.
In the Vongola, the ones with the most power and loyalty were the guardians of the Sky: Storm, Rain, Lightning, Sun, Mist, and Cloud. They were only overpowered by the Vongola boss, Sky. All seven of them were chosen by their predecessor. For example, Giotto's right hand man, G., chose Hayato Gokudera to be the new Storm when the time comes. When a new heir is chosen, the predecessor brings the heir to the Vongola where they will live with their new Famiglia and be trained by their predecessor.
When the time comes, they will be presented with the Vongola rings of their element. They will become the new guardians of a set of rings in the Tri-ni-set. It will be their job then to help keep the balance of the world, while also using the power of the rings to protect their Sky and Famiglia.
The six new heirs to the elements have all been chosen. They were all being trained and were now teenagers. Only the Sky heir has yet to be chosen and that was because the Sky flame was so rare. It was rare and very hard to find a worthy heir to the Sky. Until all seven have been gathered and deemed ready, none of them are allowed to inherit. They must all inherit at the same time.
Giotto reached the top of the stairs and looked over the balcony to see into the entrance hall. It was a wreck with the doors blown off the hinges, the floor cracked, pictures knocked from the wall, holes and cracks in the wall, and blood splattering the floor and wall.
In the center of the chaos was Kyoya Hibari, the Cloud heir, and Mukuro Rokudo, the Mist heir. Hibari had a tonfa under Mukuro's chin, while the latter had his trident pointed at Hibari's heart.
Standing around them was Hibari's Disciplinary Committee, who loyally followed their leader to Italy and joined Vongola after he was chosen to be the next Cloud, and Ken Joshima and Chikusa Kakimoto, who both joined Vongola with their friend, Mukuro, after their escape from the Estraneo Famiglia when Daemon Spade found himself impressed with Mukuro's abilities. The other guardian heirs stood around trying to get the two to stop, egging them on (not that they needed it), or just watching in a bored manner.
The other heirs were Storm heir, Hayato Gokudera, Sun heir, Ryohei Sasagawa, Lightning heir, Lambo, and (probably the only calm and sane one of the group) the Rain heir, Takeshi Yamamoto.
"Fighting again?" Giotto asked calmly, but on the inside he was annoyed as hell. All these fights led to destruction which led to bills which led to more paperwork for him which angered him. "Why did my guardians have to choose people who were so similar to them for heirs?"
"At least we have heirs." G. commented with a smirk as he walked passed Giotto and down the stairs.
Giotto scowled. "A worthy Sky is hard to find, especially," he shot a glare at all the guardians that were making their way towards the noise and the heirs. "when I can't leave my office because I have all this paperwork because certain people cannot stop fighting."
"If pineapple head stayed away from the Carnivore when I am fighting him," Hibari growled. "He is my prey."
"Kufufu, you cannot stop me from speaking with my dear Tsunayoshi." Mukuro said with a creepy smile.
"Stay out of my fights." Hibari snapped, although it was in a calm voice with an underlying threat.
"Tsunayoshi Sawada again?" Asari, the Rain guardian, asked, smiling in amusement. "The boy who we hear about twenty times a week?"
"I counted thirty," Lampo, the bored Lightning guardian, said.
Takeshi blinked. Did they really mention the younger boy at Vongola Mansion that much? Foregoing that for a moment, the Rain heir turned to Hibari with a frown. "Did you fight with him during lunch today?"
"No, the Carnivore out right refused because he had to copy notes he missed."
"It seems that Hayato unintentionally saved him from a fight." Takeshi commented amused.
"Enough about this boy," G. said with a sigh. "A little tip, if you don't want this boy involved in the Mafia, be sure to never let it be known who you are and never let that boy be seen with you in public. It will make him a target."
Takeshi frowned darkly, looking more serious than ever. "Of course. I'll never allow him to get involved in our world. He's too nice and innocent."
"Hn. That Carnivore can take care of himself." Hibari muttered before jumping over rubble to get out of the entrance hall.
Takeshi sighed. "He thinks I don't know that? Tsunayoshi did live with my father and me for two years when he was still in Japan after his parents died before he disappeared."
"You lived with him for two years, yet he still refuses to call anyone a friend?" Hayato muttered mostly to himself. "I am impressed he managed to avoid being pulled in by you for that long."
*Demon*
"Ah, Shadow Demon! I'm glad you could make it."
Shadow Demon closed the door to the warehouse behind him and approached the technician standing in the middle of the warehouse with a white van with tinted windows on the doors on the back of the vehicle and the two front doors.
"Giannini," Shadow Demon greeted in a low, dark voice that he used when he was acting as the thief. Being a hidden thief for hire, he was careful with his choice of clothing. He wore black dress pants with a black belt that had a red stripe going around the middle of it. The belt buckle was made of metal black and red stripes that crisscrossed all over the place. His upper body was covered with a black long sleeve dress shirt with the top few buttons left undone to reveal a slightly tan chest and a chain with rings on it that were covered with Mammon chains. His hands were covered by metal gloves that were locked around his wrists and looked impossible to get on and off. On his fingers were a few more rings with Mammon chains that he could use quickly if the situation called for it. Besides the gloves, it was a normal outfit until one looked at his face. His eyes and nose were covered by a light red mask that curved like a crescent moon at the top of it, but that didn't keep his eyes from being seen. The eyes were bright brown. What made them really curious though was that they didn't seem to be the eyes of a thief. Sure, they look like they have seen hell, but they still felt warm and kind. No one could tell, but he also wore cover up on his cheek to hide the fact that there was an X scar there. It would be too big of a coincidence for Tsunayoshi Sawada and the Shadow Demon to have the same scar in the same spot. The only parts of his appearance that he gave away was his brown hair that was sleeked back, instead of the usual spiky hair that would give him away, and the fact that he wasn't that tall. He either was a short adult or a teenager, though the idea of a teenager being the fame thief was laughable so no one considered it. All in all, he looked very nicely dressed for a thief, but that was the point. He felt the need to dress nicely since he was dealing with Mafiaosos.
"I trust that you have informed no one of our meeting or that you have not made multiple of these." Shadow Demon murmured.
"Of course not, Mr. Shadow Demon. I value our deal, but I trust you remember this is only a one time thing as I owe you a favor for saving me." Giannini replied, rather bravely in his opinion. This was the Shadow Demon he was talking out against after all. [1]
Shadow Demon nodded his head, barely noticing the fact that the mechanic was shaking in his boots. "Then please hand me it and teach me how it works."
"Right away, sir, but before I do so. Are you sure I cannot make these for my Famiglia? It feels like I am betraying them by giving this to a thief." Giannini replied nervously.
"You may not." Shadow Demon said firmly, knowing he was the one in control here. It wasn't that he wanted to force the mechanic to do this or that he had a problem with him creating them for the Vongola Famiglia that he was a part of. He was just worried that he might have to steal from the Vongola one day, and he did not want them to use them against him when he has one for his own use. "You are not betraying them. I work for all Mafias so you are simply helping me with my job like a partner."
"Until you steal from the Vongola." Giannini stated.
"Perhaps, if I am ever asked to do such a thing." Shadow Demon replied before frowning. "Now show me it."
Sighing, Giannini opened the doors to the van to reveal a black and silver bike. Shadow Demon climbed into the van to drag the motorcycle from it before turning to the mechanic once more. "So, how does it work?" He asked interested.
*The Shadow*
It was some of the most fun that Tsuna has ever had. The motorcycle that Giannini made for him was so fast. He loved the speed it went. The wind whipping at his face always felt so pleasant. He just had to be careful that no police saw him. He was only fifteen so he was underage. The good thing about this motorcycle was that it ran on Dying Will Flames so he could refuel it whenever and to keep him safe, Giannini used the invisibility power from Mammon chains to hide the Dying Will from radars that tracked Dying Wills.
He was so glad that he called in that favor Giannini owed him to get this bike. It would make traveling around fast and safer. No longer would he be tracked by those blasted radars when he was trying to do a job. The motorcycle would also him escape faster without having to fight. It was a good thing that he was a quick learn on the bike.
But it was sure a pain to get it hidden. Lucky for him, there was a garage for the apartment next door that he could store it in if he rented it out, which he did.
Rubbing the annoying make up from his cheek, Tsuna collapsed onto the floor in front of his television in the living room and leaned his back against the couch. He flipped the television on to NCIS before dragging his book bag from the couch to the floor so he could get started on all the homework he had to do. Plus, he wanted to look through his phones. Yep, phones. He had two phones. One was for business, but he had to constantly change his phone number for this phone so no one would be able to contact him on an old number or give it to police to track him with. The second was his personal phone. Only a few select people had the privilege of getting this number. And by select people, he simply meant his acquaintances from school should they ever need him. Both of them were I-phones, though the business phone was a metallic red color and the personal phone was a light metallic blue.
Going through the business phone, Tsuna found that he had missed two calls while he was at school and training with his new motorbike. Putting the phone on speaker, Tsuna clicked on the first message left before going through his book bag to get his books out.
"Hello, Shadow Demon. This is Marizo, the boss of Diavolo Incubo. I know it was you last night who stole the Diavolo Incubo's most powerful Mist ring that has been in this Famiglia for generations. You are involved in this world so I know that you know that ring was supposed to be presented to the top illusionist-in-training at the end of this week for him to be the new master of it. I'll give you one chance to return it. If it is not back here by the end of today, we will hunt you down and kill you."
Rolling his eyes, Tsuna deleted the message. Honestly, he did feel somewhat bad for stealing from these Famiglias, but he had to make a living somehow and this was the fastest way to make a lot of money. Because of his profession, he got death threats like that a lot so they no longer worked on him, especially when he knew that they couldn't find him.
Besides, one way or another, whatever he stole most of the time got back to the proper owners. Either by him being hired to steal it back (which amused him greatly) or the Famiglias working it out on their own someway, which was by negotiations, attacking each other, or hiring another thief that wasn't as good as him so the guilt never lasted long. Actually, watching all the chaos to get something back was a good way to entertain himself when he got bored, which sounded really bad, but he just couldn't help it. It was generally amusing sometimes.
Clicking on the next message, Tsuna had to shiver at the voice that came through. It was low and creepy. It freaked him out a lot, but there was nothing he could do. This was the voice of his employer for this last job.
"I have heard that you were successful in your mission last night. I would like my prize soon so call me back immediately so we may set up an exchange."
Quickly redialing the number for his employer and muting his television, Tsuna put the phone back on the table so he could open his math book to his homework. He had just reached it when his phone stopped ringing.
"Hello?"
"Ah, Mr. Kenly. This is Shadow Demon," Tsuna said loud enough for his phone, which was on speaker, could pick up his low, dark voice that belonged to Shadow Demon.
"Damn it, Shadow Demon. Where the hell have you been? I want that Mist ring." Kenly growled.
Tsuna resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Didn't these stupid people that employed him realize that he had a life besides being a thief and other business to attend to? "So sorry, Mr. Kenly. I had a meeting that kept me occupied for quite a few hours. But now that I am free, I am more than willing to assist you with the exchange."
"When and where?" Kenly asked, knowing that Shadow Demon only ever allowed himself to make the decision of exchanges. It was probably because he was paranoid that someone would attack him to kill him or figure out who he was. It wasn't that much a surprise. People would ask for his help when they needed it, but when he had a job that would steal from them, they would immediately hate him and try to kill him until they needed his help again.
"Warehouse 10 in two hours." Tsuna replied immediately, having already decided the exchange earlier today. "Don't be late or I'll return the ring to its proper owner."
Without giving Kenly a chance to reply, Tsuna ended the call and turned his attention to his math book. Oh, how he hated the subject. If it wasn't for Hayato, he would have never figured out how to do math, but he still hated the subject. He preferred history and English.
An hour of working nonstop and Tsuna actually got his math done! Now he just had to go get ready for an exchange, head to said exchange, escape it in one piece, then come home to finish the rest of his homework before passing out on his bed. Sounds good.
In ten minutes Tsuna had his black dress pants, belt, and shirt on. For the time being he didn't tuck his shirt in so he could use it to hide his belt. Then he pulled on a light blue jacket. His gloves and mask were thrown into a bag with a storage box that contained the Mist ring that he stole.
Shouldering the bag, Tsuna left his apartment via the window in his room and climbed down the fire escape. Using an entrance in the alley, Tsuna entered the garage and saw his motorbike sitting where he left it.
Smiling, he hopped onto the bike and grabbed a small remote that was hanging on the handle bar so he could open the garage door. The moment the door was half way up, Tsuna high tailed it out of the garage, not even bothering to pause as he hit the button on the remote as he was leaving to shut the door behind him.
He drove the bike quickly down the road as if he has been driving it for years. He swerved in and outside of traffic. It was a bit reckless and could get him in a lot of trouble if he was caught, which was likely with how he was driving, but he was confident in his ability to escape the police so it didn't really matter to him right now. After all, what person involved in the Underground world would actually let himself be arrested by the police?
Taking a sharp right at the end of the road, Tsuna was surprised to see what he saw in front of him. It wasn't often that he saw so many black cars sitting in the road or so many men in black suits around, unless of course, he was in the process of stealing from their Famiglia. Why they had to be here in his way at such an important time was beyond him? Maybe it was just his rotten luck.
Quickly hitting the breaks, the bike skidded to a halt right in front of a happy blond haired man who was dressed in black pants and a long sleeve white shirt. The older boy blinked at the boy on the bike, who was glaring at him.
"Oh?" The blond haired guy said, staring down at the boy with a smirk. "Aren't you a little young to be driving? Though, I must say that bike is impressive."
"I'm in a hurry so move." Tsuna snapped at him.
"There is a nice way to ask, little boy." The man said, emphasizing the last two words as he fully took in how young Tsuna was.
Tsuna raised a brow. "Of course, I could always beat your ass into the ground. Why didn't I think of that first?" He sneered.
"You can't beat me." The man said.
Scoffing, Tsuna revved up his bike. "I would love to stay and prove you wrong, but I'm going to be late if I stay here any longer."
He didn't wait to hear another word from the man. Instead, he swerved around the man and all his men in black suits at a rather high speed. As he was leaving, he couldn't help but hear a chuckle escape the man he was talking to, and shook his head with a small smile. What an interesting guy he was.
*Demon*
The moment he entered the warehouse, Tsuna, having been here enough times to know its layout by memory, moved his motorcycle to a hidden spot so no one would see it. After that, he put on his mask and gloves before sleeking his hair back with some water and gel. He hated doing this, but it worked as a temporary fix to hide his unique spiky hair.
With his disguise finished, he removed his jacket and grabbed the box from his bag and went to the center of the warehouse where he could be spotted the moment his employer stepped through the doors of the warehouse.
Because of his detour with that man, he wasn't as early as he usual was so it wasn't long until he heard the screeching of tires outside the warehouse that signified that his employer was here.
It was time for another trade off.
A/N: [1] As I mentioned earlier, I am thinking of writing a prequel. Haven't gotten to it because I am so easily distracted at the moment, but if I do, this deal will be explained more thoroughly so don't think about it.
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