Katekyo Hitman Reborn

My Fate is Certainly Uncertain

Chapter 6: Inching

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

[Written to: Asleep - The Smiths (Or rather, the Suckepunch version)]

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Have you ever had the sensation, where you're standing on a beach, your feet ankle deep in the reaching tides, hundreds on tiny golden specks floating across the top of them? Or a dream so vivid and fresh that you think that it's real and when you wake up, just for the briefest moment, you still believe that it's so? It wasn't till this morning that I stopped having that feeling. For three weeks, I'd constantly wake up in the middle of my nightmares, eyes wide as dinner plates, clutching the tops of my duvet covers. Al's sleeping form would always be at the end of my feet, and I could feel his breathing resonate through the blankets. Each night I would still dream of that awful place, of that woman with wild, oily hair. And at the end of every dream, I'd scream in my head, the figure of the attacker covering my eyes.

It was strange, now that I think, that I never saw the waistcoat man. Maybe it was because I never got a glimpse of him when I was barely unconscious.

It took me most of the following month to recover from the beating. According to Al, back had healed up lovely, but I knew he was only trying to make me happy. I could still see the pink lines, the red tinge around them when I had the chance to look at them properly in the mirror. (What he really said "Really Philly? You look perfectly fine like a summer wine! You should wear a tank top more often!" ) The man who owned the hotel was nice enough to let me board there while I licked my wounds, without having to pay rent. Mumbled on about the fucking mafia, fucking murderers. Wasn't any of my business to pry, so I didn't and neither did Al, not that he could. But as soon as I was sure that I could move without hurting too much, I moved. Taking all of my belongings, I switched twice, in case I was being tracked. Better to be paranoid than dead.

The place still stunk of a gruesome, bloody mess. I had to pinch my nose to get through it, to refuse my stomach the luxury of emptying my stomach; it had already done so much in my recovery weeks that I'd lost some weight. My cheeks had lost a little of their baby fat and now, I could manage to fit into a size eight. The building had been declared a hazard zone, I'd heard, and sealed off to the public, for unknown reasons, as told by the local morning paper. Police were making their rounds, guarding the building. I thanked Colonnello and Skull in my head. All I had to do was knock a few people out and break a window to get into the building. Rather lax security. My old bedroom probably had more than it did. We wandered the halls for a while, and I trusted Al's judgement as he led me, finally stopping at a door at the fork in a random hallway. His tongue licked the air, once I kicked down the door.

"Yuck." He muttered, cringing. "Human's are so disgusting. Stupid, dirty beings."

Cats don't clean up after themselves either, I thought, keeping my lips clamped together. "Are you sure this is the same room Al?"

"As sure as I'll ever be, hot stuff. Your scent's all over the place."

I t'ched, turning on the torch I'd brought along, that I'd packed beside my first aid kit. That was something I was never going to leave behind ever again . "Nice to know."

The light-bulb flickered on and passed like a ghost over the contents of the room, the metal objects catching it's faux light. Puddles of blood were strewn everywhere, drag marks streaking across the room. As the light passed over the empty cell bars, I swore and licked my bottom lip.

"Our little liars gone."

"Obviously."

"I knew something was off about her." I sighed, closing my eye-lids as the glare caught my eyes. "What do we do now, captain cool? She's gone and I have no idea where the hell she went." I raised my arms in frustration, shaking them. That fucking waistcoat. Why couldn't he have stayed a bit longer?

"Pity." He replied, when he slicked through the bars and sniffed around. Then, he came back, and plonks his little kitty ass on the concrete, which hadn't been cleaned. Ha, so now he calls humans unsanitary, but he's perfectly comfortable sitting in a puddle of blood? Good lord. "I can barely smell the woman. Your scent is overpowering it,. It's so intoxicating that my head will probably start soon."

I slapped my hands against my sides. "So, now what? We just give up?"

"What else can you do Phillipa, in a situation like this?" He asked, heading back towards the door. I scrunched up my face in disappointment, still eyeing him. "You're no Doctor. You can't sonic your way out of this one."

I sniffed out, frowning.

I hate it when he's right.

Which is most of the bloody time.

~o0o~

Hello.

Now you see, this is the usual greeting that I use to address another person. No sir's or mam's, just hello. There's no point in doing so if most of the people around you are more ruder than a telephone caller that rings in the middle of dinner, just when you've sat down to eat.

But I can tell you now, Italy's a different place than America.

They're so lovely.

Especially the kidnappers.

"Mi scusi."

I was in a receptionists office, one that gleamed white and had sharp edges on their front desks and table-tops. Bright hues of orange and sunshine yellows where placed ecstatically on the walls, bright and bold. A bunch of lilies were placed in a large vase on the customer table beside the couches, magazines spread out, showing off. Their covers had been torn off, most likely to stop them being resold, if they ever got stolen, which would be pretty low of a thief. All in all, this looked like a nice reception area.

But that wasn't why I was here, to flip through the monthly fashions.

"S-Signora, parla inglese?"

A gap of white, shining teeth that a dentist would be proud of protruded from the gap of ruby-red lips, as she nodded, placing an article of paper back from where she had picked it up off. "Yes, I do."

"Oh thank god!" I exclaimed, shoving over a folded out map. "I-I was getting a little panicked there for a second, I was! Nobody, nobody I'd ever met before would speak good English! Would you believe it!"

Her mouth formed into what you could almost call a nervous, unsure smile, one filled with distaste. "...yes."

"Now love, would you point out where I could find this street?" I pointed one red nail at a random street. "I've been lookin' all day and I just can't find it!"

"That's easy." She replied, and drew a line through the map, as a path pointer thingy. Because you've just got to have a path pointer thingy when you're giving out directions. "All you do is turn left, then head to the end of the street and take the first right. After that you go to the end of that street and then you're there!"

I smiled widely. "Oh thank you so much!"

"That's quite alright." She said, waving me goodbye. "Arrivederci. Have a good day."

As I turned my back, I smiled even brighter, thinking.

I will if this goes off well.

~o0o~

"So how did it go Al?" I asked, sipping on an iced tea. When I brought it, I figured it would be the best way to deal with the heat. I didn't know whether the feeling in my stomach was coming from that or my closely imminent plan, but I can tell you that my stomach didn't like it much. Peach and plum, the bottle said. "Does it look okay?"

"There's a truck entrance at the back that's probably on a constant surveillance, judging by the camera's and wired fence. I managed to pass it by squeezing through a hole in the fence, but that was far as I could manage. A stupid man picked me up and started cooing. Oh hooow cute you are, what a looovely coat~" He poked out his tongue. "Yuck. If I hadn't scratched his face up I might have become a victim of that horrendous fashion phase where humans think that it's alright to put your animals into clothes that match their own."

"So it would be alright to say that it's a possible escape route if I need it?"

"Sure, those fences won't stand a chance against your power. But you need to stay low, and not draw the attention of the Vongola. The last thing you want is to have them chasing your tail."

I nodded, placing down the bottle. "It would be a hassle if it came to that."

"What did you find out?"

"The front looks like any other office, but I really do think that it's a poor get-up for a supposed construction company. You wouldn't find security cameras in a place you can't rob."

"So tonight then?"

"Of course" I replied with a toothy smile, picking up the drink again. "No use heading into a battleground when the enemy's still up and partying."

~o0o~

It wasn't an original plan of mine, but rather Al's. He suggested for me to wear black for the break in, to decrease my chances of being caught by the cameras.

Well, actually, that's not really true. What he actually meant was that I will probably have at least one image of me on their security camera's, so his idea was to decrease the percentage. It wasn't a cold night at all, but a rather humid one, much like the day before. Originally, I would have opted for some long dress pants and a vest, but tonight, I found shorts and a tank top to be in my best interest, to stop me from dying of overheating.

I came around the back and kept in between the shadows, slinking from where the wall met the concrete ground. I could see the glimmer of the patrol lights and a warden in a pox, most likely staying in for overnight deliveries. He had nodded off about ten minutes ago, occasionally sniffing, grumbling.

I checked my watch.

"It's one thirty-five." I whispered, Al's head peeking out from my backpack. Prepares for the worst, hopes for the best. "I don't think we'll be spotted. But we should go now."

"Yes."

Nodding, I breathed in and nodded, listening to the voice in my head. The fence wasn't too hard to scale over, and it wasn't infused with electricity, so it took me no longer than four minutes to reach the other side, after a little huffing and cutting through the barbed wire with some pliers that I found lying around a construction site a few blocks down from here. My physical form still wasn't the best it could be, even after Colonnello's training. vI kept within the nearby shadows of the lingering building, never crossing into the light, always having a hand outwards to trace over the brick walls.

Clunk!

Shit, I thought, unconsciously ducking my head lower, my eyes on the gate, but nothing was there to suggest anything fell over. My heart was still jittery and I shook the thought away, blaming my hyped-up conscience.

Eventually, my hand passed from brick to wood and I soon found myself tiptoeing up a flight of stairs,to the top floor of the docking station. (The floor wasn't that far off of the ground.) I found the door to the warehouse and the door to where the trucks would back into. Picking the first door's lock was completely out the window. Fingerprint scanner, it was. I didn't have any make-up on hand, or any silicone mold to cover my finger with. So, I moved onto the second door, focusing all of my energy on picking the lock. I slid the tipped-pin into the hole and inserted another, twisting the first pin to the right and moving the second pin upwards.

"Work for Momma." I whispered, licking my top tip and then, heard a familiar ker-klunk that made my heart sing. "Ooo, thank you, thank you~"

I twisted the handle to the left and carefully lifted the sliding door, quietly, as to not alert anyone, rolling into the darkness and closing the door behind. Al pouted as I lowered my backpack, fishing out the torch that I remembered to pack.

"Well, that asshole of a kid might not have all bee rubbish. Pity."

"Oh don't hate on Skull." I replied hastily, finding the torch and fiddling with the switch. "He's a good kid. Man. Honest."

"Honesty won't get you places kiddo." He said and I turned on the light, which flickered for a brief moment before stabilizing. "It gets you into more crap that you wished you had."

"Don't I know." I breathed out and headed to the nearest door. "Let's just find that stupid information already."

~o0o~

I fail at computers, so hacking them wasn't an option. (I wasn't willing to give over my fingerprints that easily. And I figured that the next option would have been man-handled to the point where it could've been mistaken for a hooker.)

School secretaries must have such a boring job, working with papers all day. I never expected to have to sift through all these filing cabinets, file after file, iffy papers of complicated words and violent assassinations. Oh, and an incident where there were several deaths due to uncooked food, but nothing interesting that cached my eyes. The useless papers seemed endless. Nothing. There was nothing I could find here on the arcobalenos.

Regrettably, I took a peak at my watch.

"Oh heck. It's only been thirty minutes."

"Could be worse. Could've been five minutes."

Al yawned, and again, even more regrettably, I whacked my head against the table rather loudly.

And at the same time, I may have set of a loud alarm.

No biggie, just me, managing to screw myself over.

"OH FOR F- " I grabbed my bag. "We're so screwed!"

"Well don't you flutter there like a bloody fangirl, you idiot!" Al yelled behind me, and I shot out the door as armed guards rounded the corner. They didn't look too happy about a stranger in short shorts walking randomly around a high security area. "RUN!"

~o0o~

Do I have an excuse? No.

I had my really low days, and then a really crap one today. Then my father took me out to JB High Fi and brought me two DVD's for an excellent report card. One was The Blair Witch Project (Rubbish movie.) and the other, a Doctor Who DVD. And while I was watching Rose say goodbye to the doctor, I got a pleasant review, and I thought "I HAVE TO WRITE!"

So here I am. Hope you guys haven't waited too long. If you have, go ahead and threaten me with candyfloss. :)

As usual, many, many thanks to those who have faved and followed URGH I WANT TO HUG YOU ALL! But I can't. So put your hand on the screen. You don't? Well hurry up. You do? Good job. I'm giving you all an internet high-five.

Reviews:

ausumist: I feel like I have to address you first since I went back in my comments and saw all of your reviews and now I have no idea how I missed them. And now I feel kinda bad. :/ Uh, anywho, yours was my pleasant review, so I really do appreciate you getting me up off of my ass and making me to write! *Hugs*

Dr Captain Pepper: Hm, yes, In some aspects I agree with you. Thanks!

...wait, you speak french?

shanagi95: Well, I kinda do know already. But I'm keepin' my lips shut like a purse so you'll just have to wait!

Viper'sgirl: Yes, I think he would. He's not the nicest of kitties, but that's the way I like 'im! Thanks for reviewing!

Guest: Well, I hadn't noticed it, but thanks for pointing it out. And the next time you decide to start bossing me around for a simple mistake like that, use some manners or sit back and drink some tea, will you? Good? Good.

ausumist: (again) I want to say that of course I thought of that but I actually didn't. I'll put it down as dumb luck, like Phillipas.

And that's that. Anything else? Other than entering the start/beginning of my 'Mumei' fanfiction into my school writing competition, I don't really have much to say other than next time is when the fun really starts and that we get actual characters! ;) Can't wait!

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