Katekyo Hitman Reborn

My Fate is Certainly Uncertain

Chapter 7: Per i miei sogni voglio perseverare

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

[Written to: AC/DC - Hiiiiiiiiiiighway to hell]

~o0o~

You know, I've never felt that depressed about life before. Not once have I ever descended into that deep hole of darkness, one that seemed endless, because it wasn't. For some bizarre, insane reason, I've always managed to climb myself out with the grip of my hands and my determination spread widely on my shoulders.

Once, when I was four, for mother's day, I remember being asked to create a family portrait. Improvise, the teacher had told me, when I had protested, saying that it was a stupid task to ask of me.

You'll have fun if you try, she replied, never letting go of my gaze. I remember my past self gritting my baby teeth. You never know if you don't.

I did so, and it turned out okay enough. Drew my family, and not a father. Who needed them, right?

And this has nothing to do with the problem that I had now that was nipping at my hide.

But I guess it's those good times that allows me to keep smiling. Because they were mine alone, something which I cherished. They weren't so easy to take away from me, like everything else I had come to love.

~o0o~

"This was a stupid idea."

"This was your stupid idea."

"No way! It was your idea!"

"Get your facts straight, you blinking spotlight! It was all Colonnello's fault!"

I groaned underneath my breath as we huddled tightly in the supply closet. It gave us a place to hide for a reasonable amount of time, but I knew that it would be impossible to stay for long in one spot. Either they'd find us or we would be stuck in here, meaning that the Vongola's security would be beefed up tremendously. Meaning an utterly disastrous pile of cow doo-doo to get out of, which I was not looking forward to.

Shaking my head, I loaded my revolver with six bullets. "I'm going to kick his son-of-a duck, blond little ass when I get back. I swear to god, I'll-"

"Shh!" Al hushed. Thudding footsteps reverberated outside, in the long hallways and, for a moment, I help my breath as they passed the closet, their shadows phasing through the single, milky glass plane.

My mind told me to go now, or rather, shouted at me to get my ass up and out of this hell hole. At a moments notice, I slowly opened the door slightly and checked. No, nobody was there. Good. I think Now's a good time to run.

Let's get out of here, I thought, as I took the opposite path as to what those 'guards' took. (If you could even call them that. Maybe they were just some guys with some heavy artillery. Who knows.) Every corner I checked before heading in a general direction that seemed to go somewhere. I wouldn't go as far as to say that the direction was good, but it was alright. I nearly got caught twice.

And somehow, the metal bars that covered the windows stopped the 'breaking a window' method.

"Darn..." I mutter, eyeballing that bloody window, staring at it, probably hoping in the back of my head that my eyes would suddenly shoot lasers that could melt them. That would be nice.

"We haven't got a lot of options left..."

I sighed, pulling back my black, curly hair into a small pigtail. "I know Al..."

His tiny nose sniffed the air. "It's really soapy in here."

"Ugh, I know. Reeks of bleach."

"That's because a lot of people come through here covered in blood and whatnot and the boss has said that he didn't want the transfer of diseases that could be transferred through bodily fluids."

I almost jumped because of that voice, if my fingernails weren't before digging deeply into my palms that would most likely leave a small imprint. The voice had been small, and as I turned, I realized that it had come from a boy, one that was probably still young enough to be called a child, if I was judging from his appearance. The pajama clothed boy rubbed his blue eyes, accidentally in the process moving his fringe, little bits at the end of it flicking over his left eyebrow.

"At least they're clean about things." I replied,trying to find some good in that statement. I turned towards the boy. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I heard a noise."

I smiled. "You too? Heh..."

"What are you doing?" He asked, clutching the bottom of his pajama shirt. His eyes went wider when I didn't reply quick enough. "Thou art the intruder?!"

"Shhh!" I whispered, covering his mouth. "I don't want any trouble, okay?!"

"Fuck, don't just stand here, sweet cheeks, we've got to skedaddle. NOW."

He whacked away my hand and stumbled back. "Are you kidding me? You just broke into the CEDEF, and you expect no trouble?"

"Okay, good point there, Captain obvious." I put my hands up. "I think I'm just gonna take my leave now, so why don't you just go back to bed and dream of Hogwarts, or whatever's popular these days."

He reached into pants and pulled out a small, brown pill bottle. I don't know what was more alarming, where the heck he was keeping that bottle (What, did is pants have an internal pocket?) or that he had just ingested a blue pill. A flame appeared on his forehead, just like the ones I had seen on Mafia Island.

Aw shit-nuggets.

"W-What did you just do?"

"Phillipa!"

"Alright!" I yelled, turning. I stopped on the ball of my feet when I was pleasantly greeted with a gun at my face that had a massive barrel, surrounded by ten or so men. One that could probably blow my head off if I let them. "Ah bugger."

A man stepped between two of the white clothed men, a pistol in his hand. "Put your hands up and lie face down on the ground. If you do not comply, we will shoot."

"P, if there's ever the time, do it now."

"Okay." I said, nodding, getting on my knees. "But actually, I'd rather just leave."

It came as quickly as a blink. In a nano second, my barrier had appeared again, encasing me, creating a space in-between the men and I, its mouths reaching out, clamping on the air.

I ducked as the kid attempted to clock me over the head with a swift, roundhouse kick.

"Hold your horses, you flying fruitcake!" I yelled, blocking kick after kick, and also random punches, just to spice up the fight. They were firm punches, barely beginners, so that meant he had been trained.

Great, just what I needed. A miniature Rambo!

The kid was extremely quick on his feet. It was enough trouble to dodge everything that he threw in my peripheral direction and his increased power. What the heck was that thing he took? A kid's meal version of steroids? Of course, you wouldn't see something like that from a normal kid, but then again, this was the world of the mafia, where babies can talk and cats can sass your ass all the way to the moon and back. My punches weren't as effective as his and quickly, I felt myself inching into a wall.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled, ducking his flying kick. The kid smashed his fist into my gut, and in that moment, I let my guard down.

Which was very, very stupid of me.

"Phillipa, look out!"

In that second, he managed to throw several more hulk-packed punches into my already bruised gut. When I realised that if I kept acting as his punching bag that I wouldn't make it out of here, I decided to fight back, even if the odds were in his favor.

I kicked him back into the wall. "Nu-uh, honey. I ain't lying down or giving up!"

His eyes widened, almost becoming big as tea saucers, when I grabbed onto his forearm. Gutturally, mostly out of desperation and pain, my voice yelled as thin strands of what was a small fraction of my barrier wrapped around his arm, slithering like a python. Branching out from the original strands, even thinner tendrils shot out and the ends formed into the usual mouths. Without even concentrating, they hooked their teeth into his soft, toned arms, causing him to flinch back. They spun themselves around his body and the kid did his best to bat them away, yelling out.

"STOP! STOP!"

The thump of my footsteps reverberated in my ears as I sprinted down the hall and I thought to myself. Probably should have yelled out an apology to him. I don't think he deserved that.

The halls looked like what the reception area did. Heck, they all looked pretty much the same to me, except from the places where I literally walked past unconscious guards, just, you know, laying down on the job. It was every five minutes that I'd run into someone, and bam! I would have to knock them out. But eventually, I did find a hallway that looked more familiar hallway that didn't look like the others, plus a door that looked even more enticing. I busted through the familiar looking door with my shoulder, grunting. I jumped down the stairs and ran my hardest through the warehouse floor, hearing voices. I swore and lifted the rolling door, but only got as far as lifting it up to my waist, before being shot at.

"Hands up!" A woman shouted, her pistol held up in line with her eyes. "And don't do any of that shit you just did!"

"Better than any of your party tricks, bitch." I muttered, dropping the door all together. An all-mighty bang! echoed, a small dust cloud forming. "Bring it."

"Enough."

My eyes looked towards a man who presented himself like any good business person would. Dressed in a snazzy suit, most likely a custom-made one, and light blond stubble, he looked like the kind of man who I should tread carefully around.

"You should watch your tone, young lady." He said to me, in plain English, with a hint of an eastern lisp. "I do not take kindly to intruders, especially ones who harm my family. We have several armed men who are ready to shoot you if you do not behave. Am I clear, or do I need to dumb it down for you?"

Disgruntled, I could feel Al moving slightly in my backpack. I'd zipped it up, in attempt to hide him from the others.

"No," I replied, as the woman motioned for me to raise my hands Rather rudely, I might add. "Oi, watch it lady."

The man sighed and the woman growled a little.

"Please, both of you."

"Not my fault that she's cocking her gun at my face." I raised a hand to prove my point. "The idiot doesn't even realize that she's left the safety on!"

The woman blushed madly as she fiddled with the gun, her hands shaking, and for a moment, I was afraid that she would misfire once that safety was off.

"Gosh, don't embarrass yourself, hun."

"I said enough!" The man shouted angrily, and with a swift gesture, my right shoulder bled when a bullet shot through with a bullet, causing a radiating pain in my chest. I ended up going down on one knee to dodge another bullet that rebounded from the door. "I said behave."

My eyebrow twitched as the surrounding guards shifted ever closer.

I sighed and clutched at the gaping hole with my left hand. "This day just keeps getting better by the minute..."

~o0o~

They left me in a guarded cell for the remainder of the night. Stripped me of both my bag and clothes, I lay on a sheet-less mattress, wondering if Al was alright. Dressed in what seemed like a prisoners outfit, not stark naked or anything like that.

I'd already scanned the room, checking for hollow walls, or any weaknesses and I can tell you that they kept it tighter than a jam jar. The steel door seemed to reinforce the impending doom that I was in for, if the warning that they gave me while I was nit-picking weren't enough.

"Hey, stop that already, you little shit. It's too fucking early for this crap."

So I politely that if he's tired I'd be more than happy to put him to sleep. An also I told him that if he kept using such blunt language, I'd shove that rifle so far up his ass that when I was finished with him, he would closely resemble a hand puppet.

Yeah, that shut him up pretty quickly.

The time let me ponder on some regarded thoughts for a while, and slowly, I began to drift off.

I was craving hash-browns at the time.

~o0o~

The next morning, without breakfast or a single word spoken, I was lead down the same corridors with about more armed men than I could care to bat an eye at. But do you know how I know it was the same? There was a fresh coat of blood on their white walls, being cleaned off by a janitor who looked over his shoulder at me, cringing. Surely, that was my fault, even if I had no recollection of even going near the stuff. And, you know, I understand the guy completely. Blood stains are a distasteful horror to get off of clothes and surfaces. God knows I've tried a lot of methods for the stuff and the only thing that's worked is lots and lots of bleach.

It makes sense now why they're so sanitary.

The guards spoke quickly in Italian, with their heads covered in helmets, such like Skull would wear, except they had no distinctive features and that they had a black screen.

Fancy.

"Soggiornare qui e assicurarsi che la ragazza non sfugge." Said a guard at the front when we stopped meters away from two doors, who wore a red armband and grunted in a smokey voice, like he'd been smoking his whole life or something similar. He certainly smelled of it. "Tenere un occhio di lei e potrebbe farci morire tutti. Avete visto cosa è successo l'ultima pattuglia."

Something about me being exceptionally dangerous. How nice of him to think that.

The guard moved down to the second door and entered after knocking, leaving me alone with a group of trigger-happy faceless people.

I tapped my foot. "Hey Satan, paid my dues, playing in a rocking band, hey Momma, look at me..."

"Ragazza tranquilla." Snapped one of the guards, who looked more smaller, compared to the ones I saw last nigh.

"Excuse me for having a good taste in music, sweet cheeks. Back off before I beat the shit out of you."

Under his helmet, I could hear him grumble an Italian swear word, and if it weren't for Mr-Red-Arm-Band returning out of the room, I would have given up my strawberry pudding on betting that this bossy boots of a guy would've tried to poke me with his gun.

"In you go." He said, shoving me inside the room by my elbow. I shot him a glare before he closed the door after himself, the sound of a bolt lock shutting.

"Thank you." I said aloud, licking my lips, apparently talking to nobody. I then sat down at the wooden seat and crossed my arms, staring directly into the wide, tinted window, focusing my thoughts.

This particular room looked like what you would find in a crime scene investigation show, where they'd keep people and question them till they gave in, disputed their innocence, break down in tears or spilling blood. Or maybe the last one was just my own personal idea of a police cell. I had no idea, after all. I'd never been caught by them. Ha.

I ignored the constant jabbering inside my head and allowed my thoughts to wander to Al's safety.

Was he okay?

Hang on Phillipa, I told myself, define okay.

Breathing. Breathing is alive and alive was good, by my standards.

Was he even alive?

I breathed in through my nose and shook my head, thinking of an escape plan.

I had no usable weapon; they'd taken away my revolver and Swiss army knife, and that shield, by no means was anywhere near controllable. The most times I could use it in a day was two, which was hardly an advantage. Not an advantage anymore, actually, since they know about it now.

The bolts on the door started to tumble, and the handle clicked open, a well-built man who I had never seen before stepped in, a hand full of papers. Once the door had closed, I'd heard the bolts tumble again, meaning they had locked him in with me. Were they that trusting of this man, thinking that I couldn't overpower him?

Or were they simply thinking something else?

He let the papers fall onto the desk and took the seat in front of myself, clasping his hands together, obviously thinking through his words so much they really did reach out to me. My eyes flickered from the window, to his shoulder, to his face, to the papers and then back at his face. It was probably half a minute before something happened, which was initiated by me, since this guy wasn't willing to talk. How unfitting of an agent.

I fiddled with my jaw and leaned my head to the left, making playful eye contact. "Yo."

"Hello." He replied, straightening his back. He breathed in and looked me over. "Do you want to explain why you broke into CEDEF headquarters, found with extremely sensitive papers."

"No, I don't think I want to. What I do want to know is if he's okay."

"Who?"

"You know, the black kitty-cat in my bag. Judging by your vest here sonny-boy, you were the one that handled him."

"..."

My lips parted into a smile and I leaned in slightly. "Hehe, how many of you did he take out?"

"That isn't important here." He t'ched, sighing internally, no doubt in my mind that he was thinking that I was an asshole.

"Oh no, it is." I snapped back, my smile never-fading. "You see, he's quite important to me and so I hope that you've behaved yourself around him, because I won't be the one to clean up your face when he shreds it."

In that moment, sonny-boy slammed his fist on the table. I didn't flinch, but instead stood up when he did. But I wasn't quick, as grabbed my right arm and forced my head onto the table, firmly gripping the upper and lower part of my arm.

"I'll ask you again, cagna." He spat and I could hear him grinning, as he snapped my arm. "Why do you have classified papers from our drawers?"

I screeched when he snapped it, stamping my foot a little, grunting.

He bent my arm, causing excruciating, stab-like pain that traveled upwards into my head. "And on top of that, why do you have a folder of reports that have been missing for seventeen years?"

I turned my head the other way. "Well the last one ai - OW, MOTHER-FUCKER. FUCK. Y-"

"Speak the truth and nothing else." He stated, letting go of my arm to reach into his vest pocket.

In that moment, it was mostly Al's voice urging me to act before sonny-boy pulled whatever the heck it was out of his pocket. Quickly, I rolled over to my right, my left arm switching to my right and I rammed him in the throat with my elbow. His face looked like he was going to scream, but instead, he croaked and collapsed on the ground.

I faced the window. "Now, if you'd be so kind to send in someone, thank you." Then, when I'd thought that my talking-time was done, I turned back around." Oh and don't worry, I just knocked him out. He'll have a so-"

I blinked as the door was literally kicked off its hinges. A blue haired child walked into the room, followed by an all too familiar lady. Except this time, she was squeaky clean. And had glasses.

"Oh, it's you." I said, waving a hand. "Nice glasses."

"Shut up and sit your ass down." Growled the toddler, who had already walked over to the collapsed man, checking his vital signs.

Her tone seemed a fair enough reason to do so. "Yes m'am."

Blondie took the tipped over seat and set it straight again, sitting upon it. She smiled. "I can see you got out of there alright."

I blinked, cradling my broken arm, trying not to wince."You look far better than I did, Rosie-pie."

"You've lied about your name, Anya."

"Oh, but you have too. So I guess that makes us even."

"You're not a student."

"Technically, no. But you ain't a reported either."

She smirked, looking me over, just as the man had done. "I know you were after information." She then held out a hand. "My name's Oregano."

My eyebrow raised. "Sorry Lady, but to me you defiantly don't look like a fancy Italian herb."

"Stop talking around the matter!" The kid yelled, jumping onto the table, and I blinked twice when I noticed her clear pacifier. Oh goodie. "Girl, you've got a-lot of explaining to do."

My eyes thinned. "Then I'd like to know which arcobaleno I'm speaking to."

"Pardon?" Orengano stuttered.

"Why should I?"

"Well, apart from me acting like a bull in a china-shop, I'd say I asked pretty nicely."

"You didn't even. You used a statement instead of a question."

My mouth curled into a small smile and I smirked. "Well soo-rry. I'll try again then. Hello, what's you're name?"

The blue haired kid smirked. "Lal Mirch."

I nodded.

"Well those files aren't any of your guys business."

"And of the other ones?" Oregano asked, annoyed that she wasn't getting anywhere with me. "What about those?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

"Nope?"

"I want to see Al."

Oregano sighed, rubbing her forehead with a hand, probably a headache coming on. "What the fuck is so importa-"

"He's not just a cat, is he?" Lal tilted her head slightly upwards, and I remembered how Colonnello had told me about Lal Mirch. No-nonsense attitude, extreme fighter, a good friend. It made me consider how on earth they were changed into the size of two-year olds. "You can read minds, can't you?"

My eyebrow raised, challenging her logic, urging her to carry on.

She got my drift. "You said thank you when you entered this room. Previously, just as you were, some colleagues of mine were discussing why you were here. While I remained to dash in my thoughts, one of the other colleagues defended you."

I smiled. "Don't you think I could have heard you through the glass?"

She shook her head. "No, that's not possible. Through three layers of walls? I don't think so. You also was staring straight at my boss. You could've looked anywhere else, but you didn't bother to, as he was the one talking at that moment."

"I think she's bluffing." Oregano said, pointing a finger, which I glanced at with distaste and then up at her face. "She's stubborn and is making everything up! She's trying to hype us up!"

"Really?" I asked, tilting my head to the right. "Do you really think that? A seventeen year old girl suddenly appearing in your facilities, raiding through your papers?"

"Who's the cat?" Lal asked. "Your partner?"

"Partner? Hm...no. He would more suit a babysitter role."

A man poked his head through the open doorway. "We've got recordings on Mafia Island."

Lal looked back at me. "You were on Mafia island." She opened the files and pulled out some papers that I stole from the cabinets. "You were looking for the arcobaleno, weren't you?" She slammed her foot down on the table, creating a small dent. I winced, shifting my place in the wooden seat."Who sent you? Was it Colonnello? Did he send you?"

It wasn't out of panic that I didn't answer her question. It was out of her already knowing that it was Colonnello that I didn't speak.

She growled to the air and flicked out a cellphone, hitting a speed-dial that no-doubtedly was Colonnello's number and walked out of the room.

Oregano looked up at me. "So, your from America?"

"No, I'm from Australia. Of course I'm from America. Was my accent a big enough of a hint?"

Her eyebrow twitched.

"Is the kid okay?"

"Kid?"

"Yeah, the blue bottom kid. It looked like he ran into that wall pretty hard."

"Blond hair?"

I nodded.

"Oh, that's Basil. Yeah, he broke his nose, but he'll be fine. I-"

There came a tap on the window. I leaned forward and smiled, looking back at Oregano. "Looks like your boss doesn't like me chit-chatting with you."

The look on Lal's face was priceless when she entered the room ten minutes later. Not a funny face, but one that I wouldn't ever forget anytime soon, none less. However, trying to get my face to stay in a calm state was a different matter.

"You're looking for Reborn?"

I t'ched. "Blabbermouth."

"He told me that you were looking for a lead on your father."

"Oh, so now he's spreading it out to the world?!" I snapped, honestly annoyed that he told her.

"I called him. He's in Siberia, but he'll be here in two days. He's willing to listen to you."

She held out a hand. "Give me a piece of your hair. You sure as heck look and have the same demeanor as him, but I want to be safe."

I breathed through my nose and pulled out a piece of hair. "Here."

She plucked up the hair and left the room, without so much as a goodbye. Rude, much?

My arm left me hissing at the pain, and I whistled at Oregano, just as she was packing up her crap. "Hey, Ore! I wasn't kidding when I asked if my friend was okay."

"He's fine. We were about to send him to a pound or something like that."

I winced and nodded, harshly frowning at my shoes. The blood from my beating had stained the white trainers and unfortunately, my head was pulsing. My vision wasn't doing well either. It was hard to focus on certain objects, like ones that moved, or the fluorescent light above.

I was breathing heavily, clutching my broken arm, when Oregano asked kindly, mainly out of pity rather than kindness, to get someone to tend to my arm.

"Sure." I said after a minute.

~o0o~

~* OMAKE *~

In the middle of the night, the CEDEF headquarters was broken into, an alarm rung through the building, set off in the southern part. Turmeric was a patient man, but waking him up at night was one of the worst things you could possibly do to the guy. He had been called to the head office.

"Hey, what's happening?"

"Break in." One of his underlings replied, nodding his head towards a backpack that was placed on the table, along with some clothes and boots. They looked similar to the recent french fashion trend that the teens were into today. "Caught the kid after she took out more than two dozen of the men. All injured but nobody killed. Drained them of their energy apparently."

"Good grief." He shook his head and slipped on the plastic gloves that were supplied routinely. Then, he walked patiently to the workbench and opened the first zip on the bag.

'SH-" He was barely able to spit out a swear when suddenly a black cat jumped out, claws out and scratching him along with everyone else in the room.

It was just too fucking early for this kind of trauma.

~o0o~

No kidding, I woke up around one o'clock in the morning with a burst of crea-fucking-tivity. I tripped over everything in my room for you guys,just to write my ideas down. For once, I now know how the hell I'm going to end the story and almost everything in between! You guys will laugh and cry and scream 'god damn you Verdigurl, why the hell did you have to write that!' and I will be ecstatic just for writing that sort of stuff.

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