NOTE ON STORY: I won't go into much detail with Kyoya. He has already joined Tsuna by the time the fanfiction takes place in, and was a childhood friend since Tsuna had a lot of assassins sent after him, as he was the direct heir of Vongola in this fanfiction. Eventually Tsuna saved Kyoya's life at one point and earned his loyalty. Kyoya kept Tsuna updated on the outside world every once in a while, and stays in contact from Namimori.
Future – 10th Generation Timeline
Beep. The one who you are currently trying to contact is not available. Please leave a message after—
Beep.
Kyouya clicked End Call and turned his cell phone shut will an angry jab of his finger. His cheeks reddened as his eyes darkened, fuming at that stupid carnivore…
Damn that stupid carnivore, telling him in that herbivorous manner to keep in touch with him and then not being available.
He must have changed his phone number again.
Kyouya thought to himself, before giving the amateur of a so-called 'assassin' a tonfa to the skull and angrily punching in the dynamite herbivore's cell phone number.
"Who are you, and what the hell do you want?" Hayato's familiar voice growled through the speakers.
"Shut up, herbivore." Kyouya growled back. "I want to talk to the herbivorous carnivore."
"Tch. Don't talk about Tsuna-sama that way, you bastard." Hayato threatened angrily, before there was as shifting sound, and Tsuna's voice came through with a small squeak.
"Omigosh, Kyouya! I'm sosososo sorry, I got hacked into again by Spanner and then I had to change my number and password, then mail the cell phone to Africa with instructions to toss it in the trash because it turned defective and then bought a cheap cell phone online and—"
"Do me a favor and shut up, babbling carnivore."
There was a small sigh at the other end before the carnivore turned serious. "Well, Kyouya? What happened?"
"They found out about my connection to you and I'm stuck dealing with weaklings. It won't be that much time before Namimori becomes full of the stupid crowding herbivores, so I'm heading over to Italy."
There was a loud crashing sound, as though the phone had been dropped, then a loud yell as though it had been dropped on someone's foot, and then Tsuna yelling "What!? Seriously!? So soon!?" into the phone.
My ears are ringing. Kyouya mentally grumbled to himself, before quietly informing the carnivore that yes, he was going to Italy, yes, of course he was going back to Italy, and no, Tsuna didn't need to worry and he would simply make use of his father's underground contacts to smuggle himself across the country by heading to China to throw off any skilled pursuers.
"But—I—" Tsuna paused, and asked, "How are the others doing, by the way? Is Haru still teaching at the dojo? How's mom?"
"Yes, they're fine." Kyouya sighed. "The Sasagawa's went to Italy, by the way, and the older brother stayed there for some reason. Would you like me to look into—" His question was cut off by another loud yelp and crashing sound.
Why me? Kyouya paused to wonder to himself, before sighing and asking Tsuna why he had reacted that way this time.
"R-Ryohei?" The carnivore's voice asked weakly through the phone. "I-is his name Sasagawa Ryohei? White haired, bandage across the nose, sun flames, boxer, constantly in Deathperation mode type of personality?"
Kyouya paused to flip through the files, before giving a decisive nod. "Yes, that sounds about right." He agreed, and was about to ask how Tsuna knew before the truth dawned on him. "For effecting Namimori even when you're halfway across the world, one day I'll bite you to death."
He growled angrily into the phone. That was, if he could. The carnivore was strong, Kyouya had to admit. After all, he had even been able to defeat Kyouya five years ago, when he was only eleven years old.
Kyouya smiled in anticipation. I can't wait to see how much he has grown. Rebelling against the Vongola, which meant basically rebelling against the entire mafia, and therefore the entire Underground world…
Yes, the carnivore had gotten guts, but he was still that worried little fool who cared too much about others for his own good.
Why did Kyouya feel so proud of him?
That caring, herbivorous feeling wasn't supposed to be a good thing and yet…
No, Kyouya couldn't describe it. Was this what concern felt like, hoping that others stayed safe and grew stronger?
He was getting weak, but the carnivore's words came back, haunting him.
True strength? Hm… I guess that being strong is… well, A bright, stupid smile that held no knowledge of the horrors of the dark underground world. Protecting others, isn't it? When you have something inside of you that wants desperately to help someone else and make sure they're not hurt…
When you don't care if you're hurt, as long as they're not… well, that's true strength, isn't it? That's what makes me strong.
It made sense, yet it didn't. Because how could caring make you strong? He didn't understand and yet… at the same time, somehow, he did.
I'm such a fool.
Being caught in the carnivore's trap… but then, he supposed, it must have been fate that drove him to this seemingly weak conclusion, that told him caring was the better option, for the other carnivore was too honest to trick him or manipulate him like this.
Kyouya sighed, and reluctantly typed in his father's phone number, his hand raising the phone to his ears as it rung loudly.
He would be patient, and wait for the bloodlust to return. But now… this peaceful feeling… it was almost… nice.
"Hello?" A suspicious voice asked.
Kyouya took a deep breath. He hated asking his family for favors. Showing any signs of weakness as a Hibari to anyone… especially another Hibari, was simply asking for a knife to the back.
Weakness, a lack of bloodlust among the Hibari's, was not tolerated.
"Father?" He asked, gritting his teeth as he forced the words through his mouth.
This isn't for my sake. He reminded himself as he brought forth the memory of the warm, accepting smile.
If you join me, I'll let you roam free and do what you want, as long as you stop hurting yourself…
It was for his sake. And for Tsuna, he'd do almost anything.
"Father, it's me, Kyouya. Can I ask you a favor?"
Past – 1st Generation Timeline
Alaude cocked the gun at the target, narrowing his eyes as he brushed a strand of hair from his eyepiece.
Vongola Giotto.
Alaude had been warned that killing the man would be difficult, but he had heard those words again and again, and the targets had always been easy, like shooting a child.
Not that he would do such a despicable thing, of course, unless it was necessary and the child was older than 7, in which case he would accept the job, as money was money no matter the age, and corrupt was corrupt, no matter what the age or cuteness of the face.
He hated using guns, the loud, cowardly weapons, but he used them anyways. He was starting to turn into a coward, especially after that last incident.
Alaude unconsciously gripped the gun tighter. He had gotten innocents involved last time… how could he do such a despicable thing? They had been willing to take a total stranger in and were so hospital… and because of their kindness, their only reward was the expensive funeral that Alaude had guiltily paid for.
He was shaken out of his thoughts by a cold voice in his ear. "And what is the famed assassin Alaude doing in a quaint little town like this?" The redhead who he had seen accompanying Giotto asked sweetly in his ear. "Such a mystery…" The man drawled.
"Yes, I suppose that you are a bit too dimwitted to understand grown up things." Alaude replied icily as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, his eyes unwittingly drawn towards the red tattoo on the man's right cheek. Why did it look so familiar...? Ah, he would think of that later.
The redhead's eyes flashed. "And your egotistical brain cannot understand what sarcasm is, can it, dear assassin?" He asked angrily, before the dagger he held in his hands (how could Alaude not have noticed it until now? He was such a fool.) burst into red flames and he attacked Alaude.
The assassin flinched back before multiplying his handcuffs and sending then flying at the man, ducking as a swipe zoomed in to his neck. "What's your name?" He asked coolly. "I'd like to know before you become a corpse."
"Hah, as though I would." The redhead laughed. "Though I suppose I'll grant you your wish, as you are soon to be a dead man. My name is G."
Alaude pulled out a small pistol and fired a warning shot before throwing up a flash bomb and flying in to attack, aiming at the small flash of red flame that danced around in the white light.
Alaude aimed quickly at G, but he couldn't concentrate as the image of the tattoo came to his mind once again. Damn it… I want to know… I can't remember…
For some strange reason, the image of chains found it's way into his mind.
Chains…? Why chains? Why not handcuffs? His weapons were handcuffs, so surely if he had fought someone with those tattoos before he would remember handcuffs or some other weapon…
And suddenly the realization struck, swift and cold. It was eerily similar to the markings of a slave from the Darkian mafia famaglia… no, it was impossible. Darkian slaves were killed the second they even seemed as though they were plotting rebellion, and besides, the slave sign was tattooed on the back of the slave, not the face. Unless…
No, it was a different tattoo anyways. Alaude slapped himself on the face to break himself out of it, but he was too late as a dagger found itself into his stomach.
His hand pulled it out quickly and pressed against the wound, eyes darkening. He would survive, luckily. Alaude frowned at G. "Good fight." He muttered, not sure if he truly meant it or not.
"Tch." G snarled. "What the hell was that? You were distracted the entire time! Why!? I'm not fighting you again unless you tell me!"
"Tattoo…" Alaude mumbled. "Thought it looked familiar. Stupid of me to be reminded of that famaglia…"
G's eyes darkened at the word famaglia. "Where did you think that you saw it before?" He hissed, eyes almost… fearful? Could it be? Impossible…
Alaude looked away, something he knew to be a mistake, but he couldn't help it. "Darkian slave tattoo." He muttered.
G's face turned into a storm of emotions, before settling on murderous anger. "Shut up." He snarled before stomping off, hands jammed into his pockets.
A few seconds later, Alaude's target appeared, the redhead and a Japanese looking foreigner appearing by his side.
"Ah! So this is the famed Alaude, eh?" Giotto asked in surprise, and leaned down to peer curiously at Alaude. "B-but you're my age!"
"So?" Alaude asked, eyes narrowing. "If you're going to finish me off, be quick about it. Seeing your innocent face makes me want to barf."
Giotto frowned, looking hurt at Alaude's comment. "But—but you're injured!" He protested. "And besides, I would never kill somebody or whatever mean thing you're going to expect me to do! I'll help you out and you'll go on your way, alright?"
Damn it all. Damn that bright, cheerful smile that reminded him so much of her…
"The world's not that simple, you idiot." Alaude muttered, before the world began to distort and turn fuzzy. No… not now… And everything went black.
0o0o0o0o0
Alaude woke to soft, sweet flute music, and the sound of angry shouting. His first thought was don't close your eyes. You're in enemy territory. His next thought was where the hell am I?
"No, don't do it like that, you idiot! What if he wakes up?"
"Ahahaha… sorry, G-kun, but I don't know how to—urk, he's awake! Quick, get the medicine!"
"Don't boss me around, flute freak! I'm not brainless, believe it or not!"
"Hey, guys, how about we just calm down and… OMIGOSH, he's awake! What am I going to do? Who was he after… wait a minute, he was after me, wasn't he!? Am I going to die!? I'm too young to dieeeee….. I don't want to dieeee…. Waaaaaahhhhh!"
"…What the hell is wrong with you people?" Alaude demanded.
He wasn't sure if it was willingly or unwillingly, but somewhere along the line Alaude had become one of those crazy people. And, despite himself, he kind of liked it. Being in their group was interesting, to say in the least.
A/N: Please don't kill me! I know, bad chapter, barely anything explained. Yeah, I mean, heck, Hibari was basically a phone call with Tsuna. I know, lame.
