Katekyo Hitman Reborn

My Fate is Certainly Uncertain

Chapter 2: It hurts a lot.

Overall Warnings: Violence, swearing, blood and Oc-ness.

[Written to : Pour Me- Hollywood Undead]

~o0o~

"What do I do now?" I wondered a thought that was barely above a whisper. "Will there be more of them?"

"Of course there will be."

"Then what do I do?" I asked, louder this time, sobs finally breaking out, my realization that my brother and I were all alone. We had no family to turn to. I didn't have connections. I felt hopeless."What can I do?"

"We're going to find your father, that's what we will do."

~o0o~

"W-What?" I blurted out, my eyes darting continuously from the road, to Al, (who was sitting in the passenger seat, his back to the road.) We had made it past the shops, where mothers were doing their shopping before they picked up their kids.

My gut dropped several stories, realizing that I had unconsciously thought of my own mother. She always did that before picking up Mason.

The grip that I had on the steering wheel tightened, and I pulled back on the accelerator, passing a car. "Don't be silly Al. Mother never talked about him, or what he looked like, so I wouldn't know where to start."

He was a dead-end anyway. Who would want to help me?

"Your mother was blond, so you must have gotten your hair from him."

I didn't answer that comment.

"What about those pages of paper that you stole from your mother's office?" He asked, his head angling at the duffel bag that was sitting on the back seat. "What information do they give?"

"They're mainly addresses, photos of random people, and reports. But they're all in Italian which I can understand a little bit of, but not enough to understand what they were about." I replied. "What's that got to do with the problem?"

He shook his head. "Nothing at the moment."

I sniffed. "How about I just pick up Mason, get the hell out of here so the police wont follow me, and then I can think properly about this? Deal?"

"Deal?" He replied with another nod. "But I suggest you change your clothes first and clean up. I doubt that he would react well if he saw the blood on your shirt and face."

I looked down, gasping. I'd forgotten about that.

Once I had changed and washed my face with what little water I had already, making sure no specks were visible and pulled up at the schools parking lot, putting the car in park. I then folded my arms and leaned back in the seat, my face scrunching up.

"Don't let him see you like that love." Al said quickly, moving to the foot-space behind the passenger seat. "He's coming."

I gasped, jerking up straight, wiping down my face.

The door opened wide, and a smiling face poked through. "Hey Mo-, what?! Phillipa, what are you doing, driving!" He leaned in close. "Does Mom know that you stole the car again?"

I whacked him on the head. "I didn't steal the car, stupid! Mom was just too busy to pick you up today, that's all!"

"Kya!" He held his head, throwing his bag over the seat. "Whatever!"

"Shush!" I yelled as he closed the door. I reversed out of the car park and managed to get back onto the freeway without crashing into any other cars, which by the way, is quite an achievement for a destructive-loving girl like me.

"Phillipa?" He asked, noticing we were going the wrong way. His eyebrows merged together. "Have you been crying?!"

"Don't be stupid, stupid. I haven't been crying. I'm just driving you."

"Where? Aren't we going home?"

I licked my lips. It took so much in me for my voice not to crack. "No."

"No?!" He repeated. "Are we getting ice-cream?"

"That's all you ever think about, yeah?" I smiled, sighing. "No, we ain't getting ice-cream either."

"Eh? Then where? You ain't kidnapping me, are you?"

My eyebrow raised at his absurd suggestion. Sure, it possibly could come under that word, but technically it isn't either. "No, I'm taking you to your Dad's house."

His face lit up when he heard me say your Dad's house. It hadn't been scare, unknown, or lost knowledge that we had different fathers. I knew it well, and Mason did too. I even remember the first time I met the bastard. It was a typical meeting.

I hide behind Moms legs.

Stranger appears.

Mom introduces him.

She then says that she's pregnant with his baby.

Then I may have kicked him.

Hard.

Mason laughs and smiles every time I tell him that story. He's probably only seen the man no more than seven times in his entire life, due to us moving and Mom having a bad relationship with him. He had tried to contact us. Last I heard, he was last living in Delano, in California. That was an eleven hour drive away from here, Albany in Oregon.

I can't even remember his fucking god-damn name.

"You mean it Sissy?" He asked excitedly, almost jumping out of his seat. "Are we really going to visit Alex's house?"

"Yeah," I replied with a smile, one that was forced. "We'll get dinner on the way. How does McD's sound?"

~o0o~

That day was very, very long. It was somewhere between a miracle or complete idiocy on the law enforcement's part, that I didn't get pulled over for not owning a license. Not even a learners. I haven't even passed a theory test, but I paid attention to when Mother was driving, so most of my skills were picked up from her. (Note that she was a pretty good driver. Wasn't a responsible one, but she knew not to doing idiotic things while driving.)

After about six hours, when Mason was fast asleep and his head resting on the window, I decided to take a break. This was probably around nine or ten at night, and the car still smelled faintly of cheeseburgers and chicken nuggets. I even still had half a cup of Coke-Cola left over, along with Mason's sprite, which was two-thirds full. Mind you, I did order a large combo for both of us, since I didn't want to run the risk of being spotted, or something like that. I didn't want Mason to get too involved in what was Mother's mess.

"Out like a light." I muttered, pulling over to the side of the road, in a street that was packed with cars. "I wish I could be as carefree."

I saw a couple of houses that had their lights on, so I decided to 'pitch up the tent', or in this case, putting the car in park and turning the engine off, giving my ears a break. Finally, after hours of hearing constant, loud noises like a rumbling engine of the car, or gut wrenching screams, gun shots. But all I could hear right now, was the high-pitched silence of the night and the happy laughter of university students, probably hanging out with their friends, coming back from a party where everybody is enjoying themselves and nobody is left out.

That night, I cried myself to sleep.

I have never felt so alone.

~o0o~

The next morning, I woke up to the feeling of someone being poked in the face, in the cheek, in-fact.

"Phillipa! Wake up, it's eight-thirty!"

I groaned and rubbed my face, feeling the coldness of my hand. It felt relieving. "...mmm'kay...m'up..."

Mason leaned back in the passenger seat, his face tinged with concern. "Are you sure Mom told you this was okay? Wouldn't she have checked up on us?"

"Don't fret Mason." I said quickly, rubbing my eyes and cracking my fingers afterwards. I then turned the engine on and drove right on out of there, fearing that I would hear sirens, that they would be coming for us. Or the people in black. I didn't want to run into them either. "My phone ran out of battery shortly after you fell asleep, so when we get to Alex's house, I'll find a phone, okay?"

He paused. "It's Tuesday. Mom wouldn't let us off school, remember?"

I t'ched. "Look Mason. I don't like missing out on school either, but Mom promised me that I'd get tickets to the next BamBurDam concert, that's playing in Nevada if I drove you here myself, since she had meetings up to her neck." In an attempt to simmer my temper and covering my lies, I sighed, pulling onto the freeway, a sign saying Safe travelling from the Modesto community! passed, quickly becoming a distant figment of my memory. "Just be lucky I'm even taking you."

"Hey, that's mean! You're such a b-"

"Don't you dare finish that word!"

"Oh yeah?!"

"Finally! Action!" Al piped up, and I shot him a murderous look, that clearly said 'back the fuck up out of this argument buddy'.

"Yes! I mean it you little twerp!"

He poked out his tongue. "What are you going to do about it?"

On the outside, he thought he won. When actually, I really didn't want to say what I had thought.

Cause when I'm done beating you, you're gonna wish your father pulled out early, the fucker.

~o0o~

We reached the outskirts of Delano around five pm, just as the sky turned into a golden-yellow hue. It was considered, in my head, to be a pretty large area. I'd heard that there were two prisons located here, and when I drove into the main city center, I started to worry about Mason.

"That street!" Mason grinned, pointing to a green sign.

I nodded a reply, and turned. He seemed oblivious of my mood.

"It was bound to happen anyway." Al said sadly.

We found the house eventually. My brother's way of communicating with me now has changed to yelling. "THERE!"

"I CAN FUCKING SEE! YOU DON'T NEED TO YELL!"

All he did was smile back, and I blushed, giving back a smile. I parked the car a few houses down, seeing that there was a car in the man's driveway. I locked the doors before he got the chance to reach for the door-handle and reached for the duffel bag. "Hold your horses cowboy, I have something for you."

"What?" He asked. "A hug?"

"Don't be a smart-ass." I said, pulling his present out. "You'll get one soon."

I handed my gift to him, and when he took it, realizing what it was, he looked back up, his mouth hanging open. "Mom loves this picture. How come you have it? Does she know?"

"I was the one that took it, so it was mine to begin with." I replied, not answering his questions. "And now, it's yours. Please hang on to it."

"Phillipa, what's going on?"

"Come on." I said, motioning with my head towards the house. "Let's go see if he's home. Put the photo somewhere safe, in your schoolbag. Bring that too."

We both hopped out and I locked the car behind me, leaving Al inside. He said he didn't want to go outside today.

Just as we passed through the gates, Mason ran forward, but I grabbed his hand.

"Stay behind me." I pleaded.

"Okay." He said, although, I could tell he was getting more confused by the minute.

Gulping the lump that was stuck in my throat, blocking my voice, I pressed the doorbell and stepped back, my heart beating hard against my chest. I thought I could have possibly fainted right there. My stomach growled.

Then, suddenly, the white door opened, and out stepped a stern, serious looking man who I knew wasn't Mason's father. Mason squeezed my hand, quietly squeaking at the largeness of this man. He had jet black hair similar to mine, and dark skin, with piercing, honey-brown eyes. His bulkiness made my stomach flutter with nervousness.

He was the first to speak, in a deep voice. "Piss off."

"Please." I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "Is Alex here? It's of the up-most importance that I speak to him."

"No." He replied, his big body blocking all ways through the door. His presence terrified me.

"B-"

"I said, piss of bitch!"

"Listen to me, will you?!"

He stepped forward, and I took one step back, my heart thudding. "That's it! I'm going to fucking cut yo-"

"That's enough." Said the owner of the hand that stopped the bulky man, by pulling him back into the house. "Can I h-, heck! Phillipa!"

"Dad!" Mason yelled and he let go of my hand, running past me and into the arms of his father, whose eyes were wide open with surprise.

"Hey buddy." He said, smiling brightly, hugging him back.

I couldn't control my frown, and my hands scrunched. My heart was stuffing up with emotion. I barely was managing to speak. "...please..."

Alec stepped out of the house and walked up to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "What's the matter?" He looked around. "Please tell me your mother isn't here."

"No." I whispered, my bottom lip wobbling.

"Hey, hey...don't c-"

"Please look after him with care!" I said abruptly, my tears finally breaking free, streaming down my face to stain my shirt. I didn't want Mason to see me like this. I felt so hopeless. "H-He likes to watch the stock-car races, and he likes to keep the crust on his bread. Make sure y-you give him help with his h-home-, *hiccup*, -work a-and..."

"Did something happen?" He whispered, locking his eyes with mine.

I nodded. He knew something, I knew, but I also knew that he'd treat Mason with kindness and love. "He's yours now. Make sure y-you do those things." I stepped back and he let go. "I-I'm going to say goodbye and after I do, you will not see me again. Ever." I walked around him, whispering in his ear. "Do not come looking for me."

"What are you talking about Phillipa?" Mason asked, with his big blue eyes, and my tears increased as I knelt down, holding out my arms towards him. I felt light-headed, and my throat was dry, so my voice was croaking. "Sissy?"

"Come here." I whispered. "Come to me..."

He embraced my arms and I cried, stroking his hair, apologizing over and over again. He pulled back and put his forehead on mine. "Is this why you were crying yesterday?"

"It's one of the reasons." I said quietly, chuckling. "Be good now. Don't cause trouble. Stay safe. If you get lonely, look at that picture."

"I love you sister." He said, crying tears of his own. "Please don't leave me here alone."

"This time, I don't have a choice love." I stood and wiped my tears away, breathing in a gigantic breath, one that burned my lungs. "I'll be off now."

Alex was frowning too. "Wait a moment."

"What is it?" I asked. "I don't have a lot of time."

"Take that one." He said, pointing to the red Chevy that was sitting on the road, adjacent to the house. "That's Greg's car, but you can take it. It's likely that they would be tracking the car too." He smiled and threw a pair of keys at me. "Don't worry, we'll take care of the old car."

What? How does he even know about those men?!

"Hurry." He urged. "Mason will be safe here. If they come around here, I'll take them out. Now go."

"I'll go to the car to get my stuff, and then I'll leave for good." I whispered, giving him a mock bow. "Good-bye."

"Good-bye Phillipa."

Mason had to be held down as I left, screaming his little lungs out.

I'm the worst.

~o0o~

I spent the next two days driving Al and me to San Jose, which was located near the coast of California. I managed to convince a motel owner to rent me a room with a fake drivers I.D that had my photo on it in Mother's car. (There was other stuff in the car too, so I transferred a lot of stuff to the other car.) By the I.D, I was technically nineteen. It was old enough for me to drive, and buy alcohol, not that I would. But hey, it added four years to my actual age, so I couldn't really complain.

After locking the door and taking a long, hot and sorely needed shower, I lay on the bed, staring up at the roof, still thinking of Mason, hoping that he would sleep tonight. Al was nudging the laptop towards my side. "I think you should start looking."

"What, I don't get any sleep now?"

"Death waits for no-one."

"Fair enough." I muttered, sitting up and turning the on button. While waiting for it to start-up, I pulled the tattered files and lay them out on the bed. "Hm..."

I picked up the paper that looked like the report and put it next to me as I lay on the bed, with my back on the headboard. I whizzed through the page and opened Foogle Chrome.

"Guess I'll just have to Foogle till I find something."

But after a while, nothing turned up. Most of the site I found were blocked, had useless information, or had none at all, like someone had purposely wiped all of the data, to do with this, of the face of the earth. It was most likely that actually was the case.

Al woke up from his cat nap, finding a frustrated me. "Why don't you just search it up in your birthday suit? I'm sure the computer wouldn't mind~"

"Shut up, pervert." I said, snapping at the cat with his hobby. It didn't surprise me in the least that he'd bring that up now, but I knew he was trying to cheer me up. "If you wanted a strip, you should have gone to the bar around the fricken corner."

"Aw, Philliy-chan is angry at me!"

I groaned, not seeing any sense to put up a fight with the talking cat. He padded to my side and shoved his ass down, leaning against my hips. "You know, she probably didn't feel anything when she died from an injury like that."

I really wanted to ignore him. "She was going to take a shower before she was shot. I'm guessing they attacked her when she was about to turn on the tap. Her clothes were folded and on top of the toilet seat."

"How do you know she usually does that?"

"She did when I was little. When we didn't have enough money, we'd share the shower, bed, so on and so on." I swallowed and leaned back. "I know she killed people for a living. It was easy to see, since I was the one that cleaned her leather jacket after a hit. She was like a fucking hit-man!"

"Did she work for the Mafia?"

I looked around. "I thought they were based in Italy...I don't even know, but I guess it's a possibility." I nodded curtly at the thought. "Anything is, at the moment."

I typed Mafia in Foogle, hoping that at least something would turn up. What did was the definition off of Wikipedia:

"The Mafia (also known as Cosa Nostra, in English "Our Thing") is a criminal syndicate that emerged in the mid-nineteenth century in Sicily. It is a loose association of criminal groups that share a common organizational structure and code of conduct, and whose common enterprise is protection racketeering. Each group, known as a "family", "clan", or "Cosca", claims sovereignty over a territory in which it operates its rackets – usually a town or village or a neighborhood (borgata) of a larger city. Its members call themselves "men of honour", although the public often refers to them as "mafiosi"."

(And it turned out that America did actually have the counterpart to the Italian mafia. I scoffed.)

"Gee, thanks Foogle, but this isn't what I wanted." I scrolled down further until coming across a rather odd website.

It was a website for a holiday resort off the coast of Italy named Mafia Island.

"Holy s-" I reached for the paper, scanning it again, coming across the same word, that was written the same in english.

"Look at this!" I said to Al, jabbing the piece of paper. "This place has something to do with Mom!"

"Well, the names a bit forewarning, so I guess you've hit the target."

"Then that's where I'm going to start."

~o0o~

I had cut off all of my personal ties.

I knew my brother was in good hands.

And secretly, I hoped that Mother had been found, so that she could get a good burial.

From now on, I can only walk forward into an invisible battlefield.

I should get ready.

~o0o~

My procrastination is at it's highest, as usual. I was actually going to write another chapter for 'Mumei', but I got distracted by this. And I apologize for the line breaks. I am venting my frustration at them and they keep disappearing! T_T

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