Protecting, vice versa
Chapter 7: I proclaim.
THIS CHAPTER IS EDITED BECAUSE I MADE A STUPID MISTAKE. Thanks to christine27lover for pointing it out! Qipaos are the chinese traditional costume for WOMEN. Imagine burly guys wearing dresses made out of silk; not a very nice image.
And I don't mean to be racist in this chapter. It all just flows. (Left this sentence alone.)
But anyway, enjoy! (As Hicagen gets ready to kick some asses)
DISCLAIMER: I only own the storyline. Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Amano Akira.
Unknown character with green ring's flashback
Hicagen has been acting weird since then. REALLY WEIRD.
First he was shaking, eyes widened, staring at a notebook. His lips were arched up into a really... uncanny smile? Imagine Yuno in her yandere thoughts. Yes, just like that. -reads Mirai Nikki-
Silence.
"Umm, sir? You are still on...film?" RawwrMage called, sweatdropping and standing up behind the cameras.
The unknown character with the green ring looked up after hearing the notice, expression holding surprise, then flipped the book close with one of his burly hands. He stodd up and bowed a little. "I'm sorry, please continue," he spoke in a fluent English.
RawwrMage nodded. Then, looking at her stunned staff, she just looked away, sighed, and sat down in her chair again. "Continue. We can edit this part out later." she spoke, tiredness evident in her tone.
The crew just looked at her from the side, then continued.
"The next day," the unknown character with the green ring looked up at the ceiling, remembering the events.
Hicagen was rushing his breakfast with his other family members, the insane look still plastered on his face. The rest of the people sitting in the other chairs simply stared at him, ignoring the bowl of piping hot goods in front of them.
"Uhh, Tomo-chan?" the person in the main chair sweatdropped. Hicagen looked up, and the mask of the insane look literally dropped as he glared at the person in the utmost front.
Said person sweatdropped. "Why... do you look so..." he trailed off, scratching his chin, not knowing what to say in case it made the blonde-haired assassin go on a rampage.
"So?" Hicagen arched an eyebrow up.
"Happ...y? Yeah, why do you look so happy?" he person sitting on the main chair beamed. Hicagen stared stupidly at the idiotically grinning person.
The blonde held up the notebook again. The one he had been acting so crazy about over it. Said assassin smirked. "I," he held up the notebook with pride. "have the identity of Vongola Decimo," he spun the notebook, " hidden in this notebook." he proclaimed loud enough for the whole table of people to hear.
They all stared at him.
"Congra...tulations?" a girl, looking around 10, said innocently while blinking sacarstically.
Hicagen's expression of pride fell to one of confusion.
"All of you, why don't you look excited?" he asked, bewildered at the fact the table was not celebrating.
"Tomo-chan..." the guy in the front chair sighed. "We aren't excited about the fact that you found the identity of the Vongola Decimo," he flicked up a cigarette and lighted it. "but about the fact that..." he puffed out.
"We're going to eliminate them all."
Suddenly, the whole group except Hicagen and the man in the front chair held a weapon or two. Yes, that includes me.
"And add more heads to our trophy room." the man in the front chair now threw the cigarette onto the floor at high speed, making the floor crack. He used his feet to drive the cigarette deeper into the ground, and when he removed his foot, all there was there was a 3cm-deep crack.
Upstairs, there was one room at the end of the corridor. If you open it, you'll get greeted by the rush of the smeel of fresh or dried blood. And, if you are brave enough not to run down and scream, you'll observe the walls. As if it was paint, the same red liquid stuck onto almost every corner of the walls. If you are still not scared enough to run away and scream for you mother, you'll notice many particular items hanging on almost every nook and cranny.
Heads. Rotten or fresh. Eyes showing agony, nose scrunched up, mouth twisted in an unimaginable way. Some blue, some brown, some hardly any remainders left. Some of the heads had empty eye sockets, some had yellow, half rotten noses, and some had black teeth. I'm saying this because they smoke.
At this moment every ordinary civillian will run, scream, piss in their pants or even shit. But if you are a blood-loving assassin, you'll notice a corner of the room. Being in a pile, people will think they're old clothes left there to gather dust.
But no, not at all. Which mafiaso will put old clothes in a trophy room?
In that pile. Arms. Legs. Organs. Private parts. Black, brown, yellow, green, blue, red. Some had their flesh or meat showing, some had spiders and flies, and for some, bones were sticking out, partially black. Some organs were sill frsh, that if you poke it with a knife, blood will spill. Some are rotten beyond recognision. They could be seen bent in all ways, even twisted into unimaginable shapes.
And thus. This is the Gole Fenice's proud, achieving, "Trophy Room".
Third person POV
Tsuna cringed. There was that painful punch of his Hyper Intuition again.
Punch.
Cringe.
Punch.
Cringe.
Punch.
"I GOT IT! NOW WILL YOU STOP PUNCHING ME?!" Inner Tsuna screamed like a real man. For once.
The punches stopped, but there were still pokes to remind the brunette about a thunderstorm brewing.
Tsuna didn't bother to concentrate on the teacher's ramblings, but focused on Hicagen again.
Since the day of the previous assassin attack, which was about 2 days ago, Hicagen had been staring at him. And thus Tsuna stared back. And then a staring competition started, leading to a fanmade group "Ryu x Hicagen". (Which, in this fanfic, doesnt exist.)
So in the end, when it was not lesson time, it led to him running away from a sadistically grinning Hicagen who was chasing after him. Who knows why he could actually escape.
Now his Hyper Intuition was telling him something was going to happen soon, yet since it was still not that close to the time, it could not be pinpointed out like Luce's or Aria's or Yuni's future sight. (Yuni: -sneezes-)
As for Hicagen, he was so excited to start a war with the Vongola, that his face was like a puppy dog ready to recieve a treat. Usually his cold-blue eyes would be cloud with an unreadable wave of emotion, but this time it was overflowing with excitement, and a killer intent. Of course, ordinary civillians would not be able to notice this, but Hicagen predicted that 'Ryu' could sence it with the infamous Hyper Intuition, since the hooded boy kept staring at him.
However, "You can't start a war till 3 days later," came the notice from the guy in the main chair after Hicagen announced that he knew the identity of the Vongola Decimo.
Tomo-chan then continued staring at the brunette, who was also staring back. Cue the 'Ryu x Hicagen' fangirl squeals all over.
So as to stop the annoying fangirl squeals, Tsuna sighed and turned back to staring outside the window.
Buzz at the butt.
"HIIIEEEEE!" Inner Tsuna did a silent scream, while alter-ego Tsuna (outer) simply jumped a little in his seat. The currently half-shocked brunette quickly whipped his phone out from his back pocket. Clicking the message icon, he saw it.
From: Grandpa Nono
To: Cielo
Please head over to North Japan. Now. China is striking them. Callavone is already there helping, but please back them up, just in case. Meet up at Namimori Shrine, Gianini will transport the whole lot of you there.
~Nono.
Tsuna frowned a little, then resent the information to his guardians. He then shot his hand up.
"SHIZUKA-SENSEI! I NEED TO GO TO HOME BECAUSE OF AN URGENT MATTER! I'M SORRY!" Tsuna quickly packed his items and ran out, leaving a bewildered teacher and class. (Except for the 3 Vongola Guardians)
Gokudera didn't check his phone, but due to his loyalty to Tsuna... "JUUDAIMEEE!" he shouted frantically while packing up his items, and soon enough was out of the door.
Yamamoto checked his buzzing phone, frowned, and just laughed while running out of the class with a packed bag.
Chrome simply did an illusion of herself to make it seem that she was still in class, but in fact she had jumped down the window, and landed on a cloud of mist flames.
Inside the discliplinary office, Hibari 'hnn'ed as he always does, and just like Chrome, jumped down from the window. Except Hibari landed perfectly on his own two feet, and walked away with his black jacket floating behind him and a Hibird repeating the skylark's name.
Mukuro simply did his trademark laugh, and disappeared in a cloud of mist flames, much to the astonishment of the class. That is, of course, except Ryohei. Instead, the brother-like figure ran out shouting... 'EXTREME!' ...his favourite word, as always.
Fuck the record of running the 100m in about a little more than 9 seconds; the gang literally reached there about 2 minutes later. And Namimori Shrine was literally 1 kilometre away. But the boss had to arrive a minute later; to pick Lambo.
Gianini observed the 10th generation guardians; all standing with a weapon in hand (for those who have one) and readied structured bodies. And their hooded boss.
The seemingly-balding mechanist pressed a number of buttons, then smiled as he always does at the group and shouted; "Now pump your flames!"
As they were told, the young mafiasos called out their ex-box-animals, and pumped their flames. Luckily, they didn't have to spend so much for a short-distance location. Gianini grinned, as he pressed a button that stood out among all the other buttons.
"TRANSPORT!"
A bright pillar of light shot up from Namimori Shirine, the place that had many commoners wondering if there were UMAs there. The place where the group had transported to the Choice Battle and lost, the place where they had come back defeated but arrived with a new ray of hope; the 1st gen guardians.
Namimori Shrine held so many pieces of memories. It was so... nostalgic.
Before, Tsuna could not think of a better place then home, until Reborn came. Now he had made many profound memories. With the kids. Many unique people which would not seem like a professional killer, which was scary. And of course, his weathers. The deliquent-like storm, the carefree rain, the energetic sun, the kiddish lightning, the solitude cloud, the mysterious mists. And the now ex-Sun Arcobaleno Reborn was the most etched in his memories of all the profound memories he made. Well, maybe because of all the devilish trainings, but the mafia-boss in training would say, it was because of all the experiences that he thought he would never get to experience.
And most of the adventure was at this very place.
Thank you, all of you.
(Tempted to stop here, but I can't. I bet this spoiled the whole mood. Whoops. Don't throw those fruits at me, please.)
Crash.
"Ite..." Tsuna rubbed his head in slight agony, since he had experienced more pain than that. The other guardians landed on their own two feet, including the cow-like kid, making the boss look the most stupid in the 10th generation of Vongola. Which makes it all the better; no one would ever suspect some clumsy person to be a boss, furthermore the boss of one of the most infamous mafia familglias in the underworld. That is, exculding Dino.
Hibari, being the solitude cloud, drifted away unknowingly to bite herbivores to death. That is, herbivores who deserve to be bitten.
Mukuro rather be alone with Chrome in the case of a fight regarding the mafia, thus the two napos had disappeared in a cloud of mist flames, as always.
When the brunette recovered from his fall, he looked up only to see a couple of burly guys. However, instead of the usual black suits and guns, these men were toting Tang Zhuangs (Chinese traditional uniform FOR MEN.) and daggers. Apparently scowling deeply at the group of teenagers.
"Who are those kids?" one asked another. Tsuna blinked. They all looked the same to him.
"Dunno, they appeared in a pillar of light."
"...could they be the Vongola?" one pointed out. Apparently he was smarter than he looks. "They use teleportation devices."
Another one snapped his fingers. "Yes! I heard their 10th generation consists of teenagers and one kid!" he rattled in Chinese. Now Tsuna was getting mixed up; every single one of the burly guys looked identical.
"Let's kill them." one muttered with utter glee. "We will recieve great rewards from our boss." he rubbed his hands together, weapon somehow still staying in his hand.
While the men were stupidlly fantasizing about what they were going to do with the money, they did not see the group of seemingly weak (?) teenagers slowly take out what is needed for this situation, while the shortest teenager simply observed the scene with the kid. (Lambo: I WANT CANDY! Tsuna: Not now, Lambo. Lambo: NOW! THE GREAT LAMBO-SAMA NEEDS IT! Tsuna: -sighs- later, okay? Lambo: -nods-)
They didn't even need a second to start.
A blink, and the men in similar tang zhuangs were blocking or evading any attacks coming their way. Since there were quite a handful of mafiasos, the guardians split up, leading some number of assassins after them. Basically no one cared about the brunette, who was carefully blending his aura and his presence into his surroundings.
Gokudera's case:
Gokudera lit the cigarette slopping harmlessly on his lips with one hand, the other grasping sticks of dynamites from who-knows-where. Uri sat harmlessly besides its master's side, suprisingly able to sence the situation and not pounce on its master's face.
"Hmm. A deliquent should be easy to beat, since they're always overestimating their strength." the guy which was smarter than the way he looked smirked. Gokudera simply 'che'd, holding a stance which was ready for any form of attacks.
The air was tense. Surroundings empty, civillians had been evacuated to safter premises. Atmosphere still.
"Charge." was the word that would start the action.
A random guy attempted to do a spinning kick at the bomber, only leading to said silver-head knocking the same random guy over with a upward motion of his arm to the crotch. Thinking that Gokudera's back was a easy spot, another tang zhuang wearing man jumped onto a nearby wall, and proceeded to leap up by using the wall as a extra addition to the height he jumped. Using the air pressure, the leg of the said man zoomed down on the seemingly open back of the right-hand man, only to have his sight suddenly blocked for a moment, and the bomber had disappeared. Feeling a pair of legs on his shoulder, he turned around, only to see the person he wanted to attack doing a somersault in the air at a higher position at him by using his shoulders as a booster, and knocked the attacker out with a simple spin of one of his legs.
Mr Smarter-than-he-looks scoffed out a curse word in his native language, Chinese, then grinned evilly, weapon readied right below where Gokudera wanted to land. The Storm of the Vongola's 10th generation simply looked at him sideways as a mock, leading to Mr-Smarter-than-he-looks scowling and cursing angrily at the bomber, who was still falling. The odd works of gravity. Gokudera simply closed his eyes; he did not need to do anything.
"Nya!" Uri jumped up at Mr-Smarter-than-he-looks, scratching his face harder than what the cat usually does to its master, leading to the guy being left defeated on a floor, using both hands to rub his scratched eyes while screaming in pain, while a proud looking Uri landed, licking his paws.
Landing, the bomber sighed in disappointment. "I expected more." he glared at the group of men, hands shaking. Judging by their actions, I suppose I have taken out their best men? At least of this small group, Gokudera glanced at them. "I didn't even have to use my dynamites." he scowled, expecting more from the attackers.
Suddenly feeling a murderous intention behind, Tako-head threw a lighted dynamite (whenever he lighted it) at the attacker, attempting to strike the bomber from behind. As a charred man fell from the air, Gokudera scowled at the unharmed. "Maybe one." he growled, turning his attention away. When he turned around, he could hear all the 'plops' as the survivng group fainted. Gokudera, hearing it, turned around suprised. "Did I let out too much murderous intent?" he asked the calmly sitting cat. As always, Uri screeched at its master, and its master scowled back, and the next fight between an ex-box-animal and its master begun.
Yamamoto's situation:
Yamamoto grinned at the readied and stiff men. "Maa maa! Calm down!" he laughed, putting his hands behind his head in a carefree manner, one hand holding the sword still in the disguise of a baseball bat.
Thinking that the baseball player was a fool and also weak, one threw his daggers at Yamamoto at an unreadable speed. But though the speed was fast, the swordsman was still faster, rain flames surging out from the transformed baseball bat.
What the hell? It transformed into a sword! The Chinese men all gaped. Yamamoto looked in suprise at their astonished expressions, and just laughed heartilly again. He held up the blade, pointing with his other hand. "Haven't you seen something transform before?" he asked, tone in his voice seemingly oblivious. But we know better, don't we? Continuing, the men all shook their heads.
Now Yamamoto's grin suddenly held a hint of dark feelings. "Want to see more?" his eyebrows now arched down a little, and a little of his murderous aura leaked out. The men all backed a little, scared of the swordman. But they stood up straight again. They didn't want to blow up their pride, even if they were defeated.
Seeing the straightened backs of the Chinese men, Yamamoto grinned again. "Seems like you all aren't backing down!" he said, the laughter in his speech evident. He raised his sword into the position of fighting.
"Ready?"
Nods.
"Lets go." The Rain of the Vongola's 10th generation scrunched his feet a little, then propelled at an impossible speed. The chinese men, luckilly I must say, were prepared for such a speed, and skillfully avoided the attack by flipping aside. Swinging his sword back, Yamamoto mumbled, "Shigure Soen Ryu, Offensive Stance 5." he readied his sowrd, which was in his right hand. "Samidare!" (Early Summer Rain) he slashed at his opponents, which dodged the slash again. What they weren't expecting, was that the sword would be dopped in mid-swing. The men could be seen relaxing their stance a little, and Yamamoto just grinned. He caught it with the other hand, which led to the horror of the attackers, and thus were all caught up in an opposite slash of rain flames. However, when they landed on their bellies, they didn't give up.
Charging at the swordsman with daggers, Yamamoto just smiled casually as he avoided the attempted stabs. As he was dodging, he suddenly felt a pressence behind him, and quickly hopped out of the way. Apparently someone had tried to grab him from the back, so that the others could freely stab him.
"Not bad," Yamamoto changed his stance. "But not good enough." he swished up a wave of water, which held his reflection inside. As the attackers tried to stab the reflection in the water, it disappeared. While they were still stunned, Yamamoto took this chance to slash at them from behind.
As the attackers fell, Yamamoto smiled sadly. They were good fighters, but why were they fighting to kill and not to protect?
Ryohei's situation:
"EXTREMEEEEE!" Ryohei pumped his bandaged fists in the air, sunlight shining down on him AGAIN. The attackers all stared at him stupidly.
"YOSH! LETS START THIS FIGHT TO THE EXTREME!" Ryohei shouted again, holding himself in a boxing position and fire burning in his eyes. The men donning tang zhuangs all nodded dumbly.
Flexing his fists, he got into a position that was used in boxing. Seeing this, the men all vexed up. "Maximum..." suddenly Ryohei was doing a set of footwork, first shown by the gay Muay Thai master, Lussuria. Looking at this, the men all panicked; they were within walls. The only way? Run backwards. However, once their brains processed it, it was too late.
"Ingram!" Ryohei striked his opponents with a fist, multiplied by 3. Some of the men, being skillful enough, managed to dodge it. However, some unlucky ones which didn't evade in time were blasted away to who knows where.
"Hmm, not bad!" Ryohei complimented the remainding men with his rough voice. The men thought that this was a warning, and proceeded into a battle stance.
"JOIN MY EXTREME BOXING CLUB!" Ryohei pumped his fists into the air again.
Silence. And the cold wind of solitude blows.
"JOIN MY EXTREME BOXING CLUB!" Ryohei grinned. The men, not understanding what it meant (as their brains are too slow to process what they said. They're native language is Chinese anyway.) just got into a more readied battle stance.
Seeing this, Ryohei frowned a little, then got into a boxing stance again. "Yosh! IF THAT'S SO, LETS FIGHT TO THE END TO THE EXTREME!" he yelled again, making his opponents squint a little. The Sun of the Vongola's 10th generation drew back his arm, and got it into a distorted position. With this, the burly men all yelled, getting ready to stab the white-haired boxer with their daggers.
"EXTREME..." Suddenly air started gathering around the fist, as if it was spinning very fast.
"SUNNY..." Sun flames now arised, making his fist look all sparkly.
Before finishing his sentence, one man nearly stabbed him, thus making him dodge at a high speed to the backs of his attackers.
"MULTIPLE CORKSCREW PUNCH!" the boxer now stabbed the men at an impossible speed with his corkscrew-like hand, and also with simultanious punches. Not seeing this, the rest of the men all got blasted away.
As they fell, the extreme boxer grinned.
Mukuro's, Hibari's and Chrome's situation:
"Hnn." Don't bother me, herbivores.
"Kufufu..." Skylark, those weaklings are mine to torture.
"Hnn..." Fine.
The two men drifted off to opposite sides, taking care of opponents or simply torturing them mentally, while Chrome did a fallen body count.
Well, I guess I don't need to elaborate this part.
As the guardians finished clearing up, still no one noticed Lambo and Tsuna. Apparently, the Callavone had took another side of the town; basically the north, the south, the east and the west sides. The Vongolas had taken care of the mafiasos in the middle of the town.
Tsuna, finding some candy in his pocket, gave it to the whimpering Lightning Guardian.
Seeing his guardians coming back from all directions, Tsuna smiled. He held up his phone, and yet again clicked on the messaging icon.
From: Cielo
To: Gianini
Get that transportation device ready.
~Cielo
Crowding together (unwilling Hibari, but that was the only way to get them all back. After all, Hibari doesn't like leaving Namimori unattended.) in the same spot they transported from, Tsuna once again recieved a message from the mechanic.
From: Gianini
To: Cielo
Recieved! Please pump your flames into the transportation device, it should be seen right above your heads now.
~Gianini
"Look up." the brunette whispered, making the group look up at the sky.
A white transportation device floated. Literally. In mid-air.
"You know what to do, guys." Tsuna said softly. Almost all the guardians nodded, summoning out their ex-box-animals.
Before long, a white pillar surrounded the guardians.
Landing on their butts, all of them.
"Thanks Gianini." Tsuna called the slightly plump mechanic, recieving a smile from said person.
"JUUDAIME! LETS CELEBRATE!" Gokudera excitedly raised a fist in the air, eyes sparkling.
Yamamoto laughed. "Maa maa, its too early to celebrate our victory!"
Hibari walked through the forest as a shortcut to town to continue patrolling Namimori, while the two napos disappeared in another cloud of mist flames. As always.
The remainding people all walked down the stairs laughing, of course with a few 'extremes'.
What they were not expecting, was someone awaiting their arrival.
The group of 10th generation guardians all froze on the step they were on, carefully observing the person standing at the front of the flight of stairs, back facing them. Tsuna's Hyper Intuition hit it. This was the thunderstorm brewing.
"You're ready to spread the war, aren't you?" Tsuna mumbled, eyes still hidden under the hood. However, now it was flashing dangerously.
The person turned slowly, and smiled at the guardians as his blonde hair blew softly in the wind.
He and the brunette called their names simultaniously, making tha guardians (except Lambo) go into a defensive stance.
"Kiyoshi Ryu."
"Hicagen Tomoquez."
This is edited a little, and again, thanks to christine27lover for pointing it out; about the qipaos and such. Hope you preferred this ^^;;
I'll be leaving the replies to reviews alone though v
Replies to reviews:
Faliara: YESSUH! Hicagen still hasn't figured out the real person under that hood :D
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And, next update (hopefully) will be on Wednesday. Await :D
Next Chapter: Inviting war.