Katekyo Hitman Reborn

My Fate is Certainly Uncertain

Chapter 3: I don't do well with kids

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

[Written to : Ghost Opera - Kamelot ]

This chapter is for Viper's girl. Her love of Al astounds me still.

~o0o~

It was dark, and in the suburban, sprawling area of Florence, they came in to find the area in a blood-bath that covered everything it came in contact with, covering it with a ruby-red, staining. Bodies were strewn everywhere, lying on the ground, obviously dead.

And found in the chaos was a sandy-haired child, in a shirt that was two sizes too big, blood splattered everywhere on the child.

That night, the child was not killed, but taken away, to a place where you could classify at times as 'safe'.

For the time-being.

~o0o~

In the year that Al stayed at the house that we had before all of these problems, this utter mess happened, I learned a lot about the small black cat, who was a complete pervert and didn't care who knew about it. (Mind you, I was the only one that could understand him, so I guess that part of him was due to the isolation of talking and nobody understanding. He's like the cat from Alice in Wonderland sometimes, I swear.) He's always talking strangely, like in some sort of dialect that makes only sense to him, and even when he's not opening his mouth to speak, I always get that feeling that the gears in his head don't stop turning. He made me nervous, and at peace.

A right rubix cube this one was.

"Phiiilllliiippppaaaaaaa..."

I refused to turn around. Nope, I didn't want this. Didn't want to look at him, didn't want to even utter a fucking word to the little rat-with-fur.

He slicked around my leg, barely missing a splash of water from the mop. "Come on dearie...let's play!"

His whiny behavior was getting at me, nibbling at the edges of my nerves. "Shut up."

"Whhhyyy?"

"Because I'm trying to do some work, god damn it and if I talk to you out loud, I'm going to get called the fucking-crazy-cat-lady." I slammed the mop on the ground, causing some of the passing passengers to glance with concern. I apologized and returned talking to Al when they turned a corner, whispering."This was the only way I could get to Mafia Island. I spent nearly two months. working my ass of, trying to come up with something, and this was it. Nobody forced you to come."

"Says the girl who's trying to take on the Mafia."

My eyebrow twitched. "Oi, I never said that. I know Mom was connected to them, but I have doubts whether or not they're involved."

"You're kidding Phillipa? Of course they are. I'd be surprised to DEATH if they weren't." His kitty-tail twitched. "I know you've been thinking of going after them as well as looking for your father."

"I can handle it. I'm in control of my future, aren't I?" I wrung out the mop and cleaned the floor, making sure no excess water was left. Wouldn't want anyone slipping now, would I.

"I doubted you imagine that you'd work as a janitor on a cruise liner when you were in high school."

"Tais-toi, vous foutue merde rabique."

"Aw, I love you too~"

~o0o~

Nope, sorry, your ears didn't make a mistake. And trust me, it certainly wasn't my intention when the teachers handed out the careers choice list to put down 'janitor' as a viable option. I think I would do better in a day care center than dragging ass and wiping up spills from lazy customers who lounged out in the sun all day, drinking margaritas and gin. Rarely did they order bourbon The dark stuff will fuck you up, as I've already seen happen to a middle-aged man, who swung his arms wildly, shouting obscenities while passing families briskly walked around him, covering their children's ears. Eventually, the deck crew had to subdue him and put him in a bunker downstairs until he 'cooled off.'

In two days, it was predicted that we would reach Mafia Island. I plan to hop off there, instead of continuing the cruise.

I'm sure they won't miss me. The lazy bastards can clean up their own mess. They're worse than Mason.

My shift was from nine am till eleven pm, with two breaks in the middle. It was barely over nine o'clock, but with the wind chill, the guests had decided to migrate indoors to the ballroom, which left me to clean up the tanning deck and around the pool, which was located at the front of the boat. At the time, Al had decided that he should stop being a pervert and lie around, to wait for me to finish the shift. Tonight, I decided, thinking, I shall sleep like a king!

"What are we going to eat?" Al asked.

"Something edible, hopefully. Like food." I replied blatantly, just so I could piss him off. And it failed, just as the rest had before this poor little one. "It's probably going to be sausages and mash again."

He stopped rolling around on the ground, and lifted his head up in the air, sniffing quickly, his eyes closed, movement of his eyeballs evident, poking through the fur on his eyelids.

"What is it Al?" I asked, sort of whining. "I really don't want to stay out here more than I need to."

"I smell...something in the pool!"

Oh god. Please tell me nobody shit in it. I reeeally don't want to deal with something like that.

"Good...or bad?"

He jumped up, landing on his paws in the same place. "Good good! Quick!"

He sped off without me, his slink body disappearing down the deck stairs.

I sighed and followed him, yelling "Wait the fuck up!"

~o0o~

Each school had a rather similar, and at the same time different, way with dealing with students.

Some liked to talk their problems over in a group.

Others took their problems to the teachers, which from there connected to the Student Council along with the BOT. (Board of Trustees.)

As for my school, with the reputation it had, you had to either man up, grow up and shut up. Otherwise, bad things would occur very quickly in the most absurd manner you could think of.

It was called 'being creative.'

~o0o~

Of course, this wasn't what I'd expected.

A poo, maybe.

A chocolate bar disguised as a piece of poo, probably.

But not an octopussy.

"What-the-legitimate-fuck." I said out loud, in a questioning voice that really wasn't directed at anybody. But to be fair, in this case, I could give a fuck since there was a giant octopus in the hot tub, singing its lungs out. Singing his lungs out, I realized Surprisingly, he kept in tune, as much as he could with his 'french' accent. This was getting too weird.

"Weeellcoome aalll tooo cuurtaiiin caaallll at ze oooopppeerraa~!" It sang loudly, as seemed to be giving itself a bath in the hot-tub, and I wondered if he was being cooked alive, or if the smell that I could smell now was coming from the buffet downstairs. "Raaaaging voooices in my mind, riiise above zzeeee orchestra~!"

"What the heck do I do Al?" My eyes kept darting between them. "Everybody will freak out if they find out!"

"Well, what do you think you should do? Walk away?"

"You're not helping, dumbass!"

"How about you talk to it." He suggested, as water from the in-built hot tub overflowed, reaching my feet. The octopus lifted up one of its tentacles and washed under, (I guess you could call it an armpit?). He bellowed louder, and I flinched, almost wanting to cover my ears. "You know, the basics. Start of with a first date, somewhere nice. Then yo-"

"I didn't just hear that."

"But by saying that, you just confirmed that you did."

I growled loudly and almost stamped my foot like a child throwing a tantrum, whereas my venting was out of frustration. "Fine! Just, don't ever mention this. EVER."

I could feel his smile on the back of my head as I tugged to the bathing animal. "Who to?!"

It seemed that at first, the octopus didn't notice me standing there, tapping my foot. So after a while, I got annoyed, and blatantly yelled out rather rudely. "HEY YOU!"

Yeah, that got his attention, because he turned, took one glance at me and laughed from his belly. My mouth fell open, and I looked at Al, thinking that I just got snubbed by an octopus.

"Bonjourno, bella~" It replied in the same song-singy tone.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

"I'm having a bath, obviously. What are you doing, talking to me? Aren't you thinking you've gone insane, being able to hear me talk?"

I gestured to my face, as Al poked his tongue at the octopus. "Do I look like I'm freaking? Pulling out clumps of hair?" I shrugged. "I can understand Al here, so it isn't a big surprise."

"OI!"

That was a big, long yell that I didn't expect to hear, making me jump a little, and at the same time, Al cursed, he too not expecting any more people to appear on the deck at this time of night. I turned, and what I saw defiantly wasn't what I had expected. Could you imaging me now gawking? Because I certainly was, I can tell you.

"What are you doing, dummy!" The baby yelled, pointing right at me. He was a small child, possibly around the age of two, or maybe even three. He had a helmet that was purple and white with a dark green glass tinge on the part where he could see through. The emblem of an octopus, ironically, was drawn on the helmet. Combined with his suit, he was the perfect image for a stuntman's assistant. What killed it was the pacifier, but hey, kids like those, right?

Wait, where did a two-year old even learn to speak that well any way?

"Hang on." I said turning around. "Have to take care of some business."

"Mushisuruna!"

"Pipe down, will ya, ya brat." Al hissed, turning to face the child. Another thing I learned about Al was that he wasn't afraid of voicing his opinion, and because of that, I could only imagine the chaos a human version of Al would bring. Be you a girl, guy, Asian, avian or even a pickle. (He hated pickles, by the way.) He'd let you know how he felt about a situation. This was proven when we were watching the guests board the boat.

("Look! He's a weirdo!" and " That woman! She has somebody pulling all those suitcases, I bet she bribes people with money just so that they can act to be her! friends.")

"Come on, you two."

"Quiet Phillipa, I'm a big boy, I can handle this."

"Oi, girl! Tell your cat to back off!" The boy yelled, backing up. "H-He's getting closer!"

I sighed, and told Al to calm down, to which he replied several colourful words that I was very used to. (Since attending a co-ed school, it was basically a holy rule that at least five times a day you would hear someone cuss, be either a guy or dame. Never a teacher though, since they had an image to upkeep, but you could see that they obviously wanted to sometimes, at some of the students comments. I know I sure wanted to.)

"Don't worry kid. Whe-"

"I'M NOT A KID!"

"-re are your parents?"

"Phillipa, PLEASE let me claw his eyes out?" Al asked in an eager tone. "Just a tiny bit? He has a helmet on, so it won't hurt! (Not that I'll be aiming there, mind you.)"

"I told ya', I ain't a kid! I don't have any!"

Oh, so he's one of those kids.

"Fine, I mean guardians." I shrugged and knelt down at his level. He seemed like a cute kid, and I didn't want to upset him. "How come you're out here?" I gestured to the dark orange octopus, who, by now, had gotten out of the hot tub and jumped over the edge, to god knows where, leaving a giant wet deck for me to clean up. Not that I will. I'll just say that it was the high ocean tides fault. "Is he with you? What's his name?"

The kid seemed to cheer up now that I had taken an interest in his pet, if you could classify it/him as that. "His name's Oodako! He's my pet and accomplice!"

I smiled. "So how come you're on this ship?"

He puffed up his chest, proud that I had asked. His ego was inflating by each question. "I'm the Head of the combat forces of the Carcassa Famiglia! Normally, we would take a private ship, me and my men!" He jabbed a finger in the air, and I nodded. "B-But we've had to cut costs lately...and to surprise Colonnello-senpai, we've decided to take this ship!" His voice became a rock of a sort, thick and hardy, as a two-year old's voice could go. I nodded. I was wondering who all those strange people were. But then, he pointed the finger at me, rather rudely and asked."So what's a gal like you working on a ship like this? Are you that desperate?"

My eyebrow twitched, and I whispered to Al. "If you want blood, do it discreetly and where I can't see it." And then, to the kid,"Watch your mouth. I'm just like you, a person that needed a ride to Mafia Island."

"Needed a ride?" He repeated. "Are you an illegal immigrant? You'll need papers!"

"I ain't. And I've got some. I'm staying here to collect information."

"What kind?"

"None of your business, you nosy little mouse." I picked him up, to which he started to protest, but I tucked him under my arm and started to head inside, thinking that his parents must be worrying about him. "Now, how about I get you to the buffet, where all your men are?"

He grumbled a fine and crossed his arms in a cute way, refusing to look me in the face. I chuckled, and with Al following behind, I eventually located the dining room of the ship, where his parents probably would be. Drinking, I suspected.

I placed him down and smiled. "Now, don't get lost again, okay? Er..."

"Skull!"

Skull. Good god, who the heck names their kid that? It's almost as bad as hashtag. No, actually, hashtag is the worst. Skull is a good name.

"Skull then. Bye!" I turned and waved goodbye, but he jumped, waving his hand in the air.

"W-Wait!" He yelled, stuttering. His voice sounded like it was corrupt with eager nervousness. "W-What was your name?! I didn't catch it!"

I didn't turn around, and Al kept following me. I was thankful for his silence.

"Good, because I didn't throw it."

As I turned the corner, my heart sadly pinched.

~o0o~

Two days later, we docked at the port of Mafia Island. And on this particular sunny day, I was glad to say that I was very happy to see dry land. Land, that didn't shake, or become wet at the splash of a wave. Except when it rained, but apart from that, I was tickled pink. And so was Al, after he regurgitated all of that canned tuna, and screamed land ho! Yes! Thank the kitty gods!

As soon as the crewmen began to let the passengers leave the boat, I went straight to the office to collect my final check, which made the total money that I had (that included the money I stole off of mother's debit card, my own savings and whatever cash I could find. I wasn't proud of myself to pickpocket random, perfectly normal people, so I limited myself. I only pick-pocketed rarely.) to 994 dollars and ninety cents. If I was careful, the money would last me for a while, and until then, I could focus my time and waking hours on finding my father, if I could call him that. I felt so alone and nervous that all the way here, my stomach was unsettled, even when I went to bed later that day.

The purple boy plagued my dreams that night, along with the octopus.

I didn't know it then, but it wasn't to be the last time I saw him.

~o0o~

A young, blond man stood at the front of a desk, somewhere in Italy. It was night, and not a sound could be heard, except for the chirping of the cicadas and the voice of the hunched man sitting down in front of him, his hands clasped together, a broad smile apparent of his face. One, only used for display, though.

"Well done. I can now say with great happiness that you are now the leader of CEDEF, Sawada Iemitsu. I wish you well in the journey that awaits you."

~o0o~

Oh my geese. I'm sorry that this took a while to get out guys, but school has been a real 'thorn in my eye' at the moment, and with scholarship, I hardly have a lot of time to myself. *Dances* But hey, I can give up sleep. No biggie. :)

Again, thank you to all of the faves and favorites, whose names escape me at the moment, and your words of support, they really help me. I'll be honest, I'm human. I do get depressed and you reading this makes me feel happy.

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