Protecting, vice versa
Chapter 13: Finally, the fight begins (Part 4)
A/N: Okay... so, I've been getting writer blocks, the support from the reviews being my only encouragement. So thank you all for taking your time to review this suckish story. Also, this story has hit 50+ reviews! Thank you all, I really appreciate this~ QvQ. (Furthermore, there's been no flaming so far XD)
Well, this chapter is about Yamamoto vs Hicagen. And next its finally the main group versus Gole Fenice! It's 4.5k words long. Ahaha. (And a bit of Hicagen's backstory.)
So... enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the storyline. Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Amano Akira.
WARNING: Its about the same as the previous fights. Stuff you all don't like, and OOC-ness. And some literature; I just took up a module in my school called 'Advanced Literature'.
(I'm adding quotes of the chapter. For the fun of it XD)
Quote of the chapter:
"Takeshi. Now that this day has come, I plan on teaching you everything I know about the sword."
Tsuyoshi to Yamamoto, episode 36, when Tsuyoshi was about to teach Shigure Souen Ryu to Yamamoto.
Rain of the Vongola vs Cloud of the Gole Fenice (Hicagen)
Yamamoto sheathed his Shigure Kintoki and pointed the blade at Hicagen. The two box-animal-rings the swordsman had on his finger glowed, and soon, Kojiro was cirling his head leaving traces of Rain Flames, while Jiro was standing loyally beside its master. In return, the assassin released two steel daggers, it's hilt being dark purple while it's blade was near black in colour.
Cue fangirl squeals from above.
Yamamoto's eyes narrowed dangerously, the brown in it seemingly darker, but the smile that he had held was still there. "Why are you dragging others into this mafia game?"
Tsuna sweatdropped. 'He still thinks this is a mafia game?'
Hicagen blinked, caught slightly off guard. 'Mafia game? This guy...'
Regaining his composure, he shrugged, spewing the next words carelessly. "Following orders, that's all- " the words were cut off, as he avoided a slash right in front of his face.
Yamamoto's eyes were being shadowed, as he spun his sword back up and regained his former position.
Hicagen stoned for a moment, and immediately rebuked; "HEY! DID YOU KNOW IT'S RUDE TO CUT SOMEONE OFF-" Again, his words stopped as the Shigure Kintoki attempted to stab him.
Before he could complain again, the Rain Guardian's words stopped him. "This certain mafia game is dangerous." The swordsman's eyes could be seen again, however, they were still narrowed, a dangerous glint still filled in his irises. "Do you listen to orders all the time? Never listening to your instincts?" Yamamoto sounded as if he was snarling, for once, as he spun his sword's handle, pointing its blade at Hicagen.
The audience, somehow STILL safe in their classrooms (Hibari's deadly aura is raging), shivered as they heard the tone of the Rain Guardian. And yes, that includes the fangirls who were fangirling before.
Hicagen twitched, and growled a little. He would not like to reminded of those days...
The purple flames of the Cloud attribute bursted out in a huge amount on both daggers.
"Enough talk." Hicagen's aura changed completely, and the wind started blowing due to the power his aura was creating. The blonde's voice held a chamber that only kept growing with endless negative emotions, and the Cloud Flames on the daggers only propelled itself further off the dagger. "Let's get started." he continued, teeth gritted.
Yamamoto was slightly appalled at the amount of irritation he had caused the Cloud Guardian to create in his emotions. But soon, he stood in a battle stance, ready to defeat his opponent.
"Yeah." was the keyword to the start of the battle.
Hicagen seemed to vanish from his spot, the grass flying behind his original position. He appeared behind Yamamoto, but the swordsman managed to block in time. However, the second dagger of Hicagen's suddenly came in from the right, and Yamamoto barely managed to dodge under the dagger that was aiming for his neck, his sword sliding against it in the process. After that, the two begun to brandish blows against each other at a speed which made the spectators watching from their classrooms dizzy. Hicagen's two daggers attempted to stab Yamamoto's knees, leaving his back wide open. Jumping on the two daggers and solmersaulting behind the assassin, Yamamoto filled his blade with Rain Flames, as he attempted to slash the back of the Cloud Guardian. Again, Hicagen vanished, leaving a trail of grass behind him while appearing again at Yamamoto's back. The attack was so sudden, the swordsman's attempt to dodge the incoming attack by the daggers only helped a little; rather only helped to minimize the size of the wound that was made on his back.
"You're rather good." Yamamoto stumbled a little, smiling slightly.
Hicagen smiled, or rather smirked. "Same to you."
Yamamoto hopped back, preparing his sword for an attack by spinning it while changing his grip on it to another hand, while standing in a Shigure Souen Ryu stance. The Rain Guardian then charged at the speed of a sprinter, while his sword, which he was holding in his left hand, was enveloped with Rain Flames. Shigure Souen Ryu, 6th Offensive Form. Hicagen smiled slightly, dodging to the right. But, this is the 6th Offensive Form; Yamamoto threw the sword to his right hand in the midst of running, to the shock of the assassin. The swordsman slashed the sword to the right; "Samidare!" Hicagen skillfully avoided the attack, a few strands of hair being cut. Hicagen threw both daggers, holding the middle of the strings. The Cloud Flames on it suddenly seemed as if it were raging with fury, as the daggers grew in size in ease with suddeness, spinning themselves into the wound where the swordsman had been wounded before. The Rain Guardian's eyes widened, as the gigantic blades dug deep into his flesh. It was as if salt was applied to his wound, except this time it was in terms of daggers.
Kaoru stiffled a sob the moment Yamamoto was cut, not heard by anyone except for himself. Covering his mouth with his muscular hand, hefelt helpless, for he could not charge in, for he could not defend the person who forgave him even when he had attempted to erase the person's existence from the world.
Yamamoto fell on his chest, not being able to defend himself in time, for he had not expected the sudden «Propogation» of the daggers..
The attribute of the Cloud Flame is «Propogation», allowing the daggers to grow bigger, just like the hedgehogs of Hibari. Depending on the amount of Cloud Flames that is inserted, the size of the dagger may be controlled. Julie concluded, his eyes peering closely at the duplication scene while his hand stroked his beard. Though he did try to entertain his eyes with the sight of panties during the start of the fights, he was now observing closely, especially at the swordsman's fight.
Yamamoto wiped off blood from the bottom of his lips. "Nice but painful idea, digging into my injury," the Rain Guardian smiled with sacarsm.
Hicagen crossed his arms, one hand catching the string of the huge daggers. "Thank you for that compliment." The assassin bowed slightly, jockingly.
Yamamoto laughed a little, then his eyebrows furrowed, as he stumbled a little while using his sword to propel himself up. "About just now..." the swordsman started, as he observed with slight shock, the miniscule expressions on the assassin's face with each passing moment; surprise, anger, then slight distress. But all too soon, his face was back in it's cool state, cold eyes cleverly hiding the rage he held in. Taking a deep breath, the Cloud Guardian stated flatly; "If we were friends, I might tell you why... just now..." the assassin trailed off slowly, not noticing the momentarily look of surprise from the Rain Guardian.
Leoriko hummed in a strange, nerving delight, stroking his chin, to the surprise of Tsuna.
Why is he humming happily, even though his own guardian...
Byakuran continued munching on his marshmellows, thinking about the Gole Fenice's weird reaction.
Yamamoto huffed at the comment. "So that means that only your friends can know of your... secret?" The swordman put on his daily smile, as he, yet again, watched the mini reactions of the assassin closely. This time was of a difference, a slight mood lift was found in the Cloud Guardian's formerly emotionless eyes. Soon, it dodged behind the cold blue shield again. "You could say so." Hicagen looked away a little, his mouth pouting slightly.
Yamamoto staggered for the third time, as he took a step forward, his lips curling up without him noticing. "Suddenly, this atmosphere doesn't feel like one of a fight." The Rain Guardian sighed in the calmness of the situation he was in.
That should not have been said, as Hicagen disappeared; only to reappear in front of Yamamoto.
"Then, let's make it into one of a fight again, shall we?" Time seemed to pauae for the seconds that Hicagen had said the sentence in front of Yamamoto's face, his body turning in the process, as both daggers slashed into the swordsman's stomach.
"Gahh-" Yamamoto regained his balance by stepping back once, the wounds from both his stomach and back bleeding profusely. Hicagen's mouth curled up into a sinister smile, hoping backwards, ready to strike another blow. Holding out his sword while barely holding his body and taking out his Necklace of the Rain Version X, he muttered; "Jiro, Kojiro. Cambio Forma." The bird and dog which had been following the swordsman all the time joined with the sword of the swordsman, and Rain Flames filled the outer surfaces of the sword, splitting into 2 swords and armor around his wrists; Cambio Forma, Asari Ugetsu's Four Irregular Swords Version X!
Hicagen's eyebrow was raised with the change of swords. "Wao. Not bad." The assassin commented, amused with the change of events.
Yamamoto's attempt to bow resulted to him stumbling again. "I can't bow, but its my turn to say thank you, I suppose?" Yamamoto gave a slightly forced and pained grin.
Again, the assassin charged with the daggers multipling, the middle of the strings swinging around on his arms. The daggers had shrunk back to its original size without the supply of Cloud Flames, but when Yamamoto blocked it with his sword, Cloud Flames covered the daggers as they grew in size again. The Rain Guardian gritted his teeth, for the strength and weight of the huge dagger was surprisingly more than it looks. He took a step back, as the Rain Flames on both his swords increased. 'Shigure Souen Ryu, third offensive form.' He dropped the sword while barely avoiding the dagger, dropping to the floor with his leg aimed at the sword, to the suprise of Hicagen. 'Yarazu no Ame!' The blade of the sword, which was engulfed with near pure blue flames, sent it cutting the whole upper left side of Hicagen's body. Blood splattered out onto both the fighter's clothes as if leaking from a slightly clogged hose.
Coughing out blood, Hicagen snarled with the desire to win hanging loosely in his voice; "Let's finish this."
Yamamoto clutched his stomach, the veins and knuckles on his hand clearly seen. "Yes, let's."
The two of them filled their weapons with near pure flames of their attributes, frowning with eyes narrowed at their opponents.
"AGGREGATE ART: JIUNOKA!" (1)
"HOMING TECHNIQUE: WIRING BLADES!" (2)
The two charged, the Cloud Flames on the assasain's dagger making the weapon bigger.
The two weapons crashed with each other, blades rejecting the other. Their teeth gritted, as if they themselves were the weapons. The footsteps of both scratched into the ground, each step cutting off pieces of grass.
Yamamoto frowned. If this continued, he would lose, and then Tsuna would have more enemies to defeat...
He frowned, closing his eyes, not knowing what he should do. Dwindling his options down to two, both ending with his loss... his eyes opened again, the brown in it more fierce.
It all happened in an instant.
His sword shifted away, aiming his sword at the heart of Hicagen, the eyes of the Cloud Guardian widening in shock. The dagger pierced through the swordsman stomach at the same time the Rain Flames touched the assassin, causing Hicagen to slow down rapidly. The Shigure Kintoki stabbed just below the heart of the assassin, ensuring a critical attack. With this attack, the two dropped onto the ground, every drop of energy sapped from them with the last move.
Kaoru shook the green fence so violently, if it were not for Adelheid holding him back, he would have broken it. "YAMAMOTOOOOO!"
Yamamoto heard the shout of despair clearly, and his eyes closed in the sadness of only being able to end this in a painful draw. At least his enemy would go down, right?
As the two laid on the ground, with only enough energy to talk, Yamamoto sighed, opening his mouth to break the silence. "This fight ended in a surprising way, didn't it?"
Hicagen grunted in agreement, his eyes closed as well.
For he was remembering his... 'secret'.
"Hectorzal Rocsell."
Hectorzal looked up, seeing the direction in which the voice came from. Apparently, it was his father, who carressing his stubby cheek.
"What are you doing?"
The 3-year-old Hectorzal paused when the sentence was said, continuing to look down at what he was doing. All he saw in his eyes were simply crayon-vandalized pants, shirt, shoes and his arms-
"GO AND CLEAN YOURSELF UP!"
"YES MAMMMM!"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY MAM?!"
Ignoring the question, Hectorzal ran over to his room in a second flat, and immediately washed his body thoroughly, making sure all the crayon stains had vanished, before changing into his best tuxedo, ironed beforehand, along with a smart, bright red bow tie. He looked into his full-body mirror, fixing the angle of the bow tie using his fingers, before using a comb, which had an intricate design on its handle and back, to comb his hair to the side. Admiring his image in the mirror, he left to see his father again. As he left his room, he realised he didn't need to take the trouble to walk to his father; his father was already waiting for him outside the door.
With a black face.
Hectorzal sweatdropped. "F-father?"
His father looked at him intimidatingly, staring at his short figure with pride. "Repeat yourself in the proper manner."
"Yes mam'."
"THERE YOU GO AGAINN!"
"SORRY! YES MA-SIR!"
His father, seemingly pleased with the answer, observed his son from his shoes to his neck, stopping there.
"Hectorzal..."
"Yessir...?"
His father faced his eyes with raised eyebrows. "Are you sure you have cleaned yourself properly?"
Hectorzal paused. He ran inside to look at his features through the mirror again. Face, clean. Clothes, smart. Pants, okay. Shoes, perfect.
He observed closer.
Socks, white. Bow tie, fine. Neck...
Stained with crayon stains.
"NOOO! HOW COULD I HAVE NOT NOTICED?!" Hectorzal screamed, face panic-striken, hands clutching his hair in horror, making his hair all messy too.
Hearing very faint noise coming from the doorway, his father frowned at him. "As punishment for not cleaning up properly, you are to stay in your room, and not meet the guests."
As the backview of his father strolled away, Hectorzal, who had slumped on the floor in defeat, reached out for the handle, closed, and locked the door. The smart little boy proceeded to crawl to a certain place on the floor. Placing his hand on it, there was a scan, as the floorboard opened. Jumping inside, he landed in a clear glass box, filled with numerous crayons and papers. As if on cue, the floorboard closed, leaving Hectorzal looking at the scene around him. Hundreds of men in suits, some with fedoras, and some with guns in their hands. Some wore sunglasses, while others donned short, crisp moustauches like Hitler's or a magician's. He placed his hands all over the glass box, observing the scene before him.
"I'm lucky that the interior of this glass can't be seen from the outside." Hectorzal sniggered, sitting cross-legged, continuing his observation.
The location the glass box was was at the top of the room, a chadeliner decoated with hundreds of silver and white crystals hanging by the bottom of the box. The small glass area blended in so well with the ceiling, it didn't seem to be the least bit suspicious. The ceiling held dozens of lightings, half as big as the chadeliner, but still as marvelous. It held a twisted design which was unique yet beautiful, and the bulb was that of a huge sapphire. The walls of the room were made of white velvet, a pattern repeating itself over and over again in golden lines. The floor, like the walls, was lined with velvet, the only difference was it being a dark, classical red in colour.
Hectorzal was amazed at the fact that, such a huge, yet perplexing, yet unique room could be created. Peering his eyes closer at the slightly small details on the ground...
A table was spread, almost as long as the full length of the room. On it laid many china plates of different food items from all around the world. Some men could be seen chatting with wine glasses being held in between two fingers, some could be seen sitting and eating their food silently, while others were blantly chatting away. Hectorzal noticed too; a handful of men were eyeing the stage and the rest of the people in a suspicious manner.
Thinking that the matter was not of importance, the little boy shrugged and turned to his crayons and papers to start drawing.
Just after Hectorzal finished doodling a picture filled with scribbles of light blue, pink and green, a tapping sound of a mike was heard from the stage. The little boy turned away from his drawings to see; his father was standing there, the crowd applauding at his presence. Hectorzal watched with widened and curious eyes, as to what his father was going to say at this gathering.
"Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3. Ahem." Testing the mike and clearing his throat, he opened his mouth to speak;
"Welcome to the gathering of the famiglias allied to the Rocsell Famiglia!" (3)
With the announcement, the cheering and clapping only became louder. Hectorzal noticed with his bright, light blue eyes; the people which were acting suspicious now had their hands in their pockets. The little boy, though smart and very educated in English, had no common sense...
He listened closely, hearing his father talk about how glad he was for them to gather, the arrangements should they have war, and others. Listening on and on, Hectorzal was falling asleep, occasionally falling asleep for a few moments before waking up again. Eventually, he gave up, and fell asleep in the glass box.
Not for long.
"KYAHHHH!" Was the noises that woke him out. Looking drowsily through half closed eyes, he saw that a man was lying still on the stage, a mike near his hand, and blood flowing out of a bullet wound through his heart... wait.
His eyes snapped open.
That man was his father.
His irises scanned the surroundings, looking at the initially suspicious looking people pointing at the crowd with complicated guns.
"We are from the Vongola Famiglia." A man announced, smirking with evil swirling in his eyes.
"Vongola... Famiglia...?" Hectarzol stammered, looking from the man, to his father's still body, to the man again. He was stricken with fear; he could not move. He could not run. The only thing he could do was stare. And only stare at the scene unfolding before him;
Ladies screaming and running towards the exit, only to be shot by multiple bullets aimed at them as if they were a wooden dummy. Men trying to be brave, taking out their guns, also only to be shot in various parts of the body. Countless bodies fell every second, and the whole while, the expressions on the faces of the people from the Vongola were nothing but a crude, twisted smile.
In conclusion.
A one-sided massacre.
Stumbling out of the burning mansion, a gun in hand and blood splattered all over his tuxedo, he smiled. And laughed; a cruel, heartless laugh.
His blonde hair became all shaggy and messy again, with no intention to ever change his hairstyle again.
The red bow had fallen off, a blood stain replacing it.
His suit was torn, and the initially straight and smart attire was now torn and splattered with blood.
In crazed and merciless eyes, he stared at his blood-stained hands.
"From now onwards, I shall lead a new life. And I shall own a new name. That name shall be..."
...Hicagen Tomoquez.
Hicagen opened his eyes, reminsing in the essence of those days. He hated Vongola with all his might, and had just wished to get rid of its current successor and his guardians so, very much. His expectations of the candidate of the 10th Vongola Boss was of a burly, tanned, incredibly smart and had the aura of a boss, like his father. While the expection of the to-be 10th generation guardians were of ruthless, and as heartless as the people who had conducted a massacre.
In fact, he was even surprised when he was told the candidates were only high schoolers!
Interested, he decided to volunteer to spy for a week.
However, in Namimori High, there was no burly and heartless creatures, only certain people possible to be the guardians or maybe, even the boss.
Gokudera Hayato.
Yamamoto Takeshi.
Hibari Kyoya.
Rokudo Mukuro.
Chrome Dokuro.
Sasagawa Ryohei.
But, of course, the 10th Vongola Boss was a boy, so even if she seemed powerful, Chrome Dokuro was out of the list.
The weird thing was, everyone except for "the noctorious head of the discliplinary commitee" usually spent their time with a student, which he had initially thought was a girl.
He had brown, fluffy and flowy hair, that defied all odds of gravity and logic. His face was small, pout and cute, a usual shape for girls. His eyes were wide and had a hue of brown, another factor of girls.
The surprising thing was, he was the weakest in school in terms of everything, and his name was Sawada Tsunayoshi.
The brunette could harmonize all of the people together with a bright smile and a high pitched voice, or at least for a guy, with occassional screams that had little to no chance that it would belong to a boy. With this, many matters that could result in fights were resolved.
Even the demon of Namimori could be tamed.
And he was around people that had a chance to be from Vongola.
He smiled gratefully for an instant; somehow glad that the Vongola would be taken over by such people that cared so much about the lives of people.
But the problem was, who was the candidate for the boss position?
There was no way it was going to be the weak brunette named Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Sadly, this certain student that attracted his attention had transfered out soon after, and in came Kiyoshi Ryu.
Soon known as the candidate for the 10th Don of Vongola.
His personality was near similar to Sawada Tsunayoshi, except that he was much more cooler and had a deeper voice. And seemed to seem less like a girl.
So he concluded that there was no way they could be the same person.
Deciding to snap out of his thoughts and speak to his opponent, Yamamoto Takeshi, he opened his mouth with one question; "Why do you follow your boss?"
Yamamoto opened his eyes to stare at the azure, clear blue sky, the weather of his friend, Tsuna cum Kiyoshi Ryu.
"Because he will change the mafia."
Hicagen snorted. Change the mafia? That sounded retarded, and yet... he just had the feeling that in some way or another, Kiyoshi Ryu would change it. And he had no idea why he felt so.
"I'll be hoping for that soon."
"Yep. Me too."
"And... so just to let you know, in different circumstances, we could actually be friends."
Yamamoto laughed, and huffed air out of his mouth. "If I did become your friend, would you tell me your secret?"
The assassin, too, stared at the sky, that seemed to envelop everything in its space.
"Of course."
In this battle, between the Rain Guardian of Vongola and the Cloud Guardian of the Gole Fenice, it has ended in a slightly different way from the other battles.
In a draw.
(1) Defensive + Offensive. Yamamoto combines all of his moves to strike moving objects with Rain Flames, causing them to slow down to the point in which they appear to be frozen in place.
(2) Offensive. A homing technique invented by Hicagen himself, where the dagger grows to the point where it can't grow anymore, and the dagger will follow any moving object's heart.
(3) In this story, the Roscell Famiglia was one of the top 10 mafia famiglias, whom's boss was assassinated by top Vongola assassins in a gathering. However, they were in turn killed by a small boy, who is said to still be missing. Well, you guys know who it is.
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A/N: Feel more.
I just got emotional while reflecting on my life while writing this chapter.
And... I suppose this hit 3k+ words, as I'm typing this on mobile. And do not know how many words there are.
Also, that is only part of Hicagen's backstory; the reason why he clutched his weapon when Yamamoto asked why he did not follow his own intuition is in the other half of the backstory. So... await it~
And the number of reviews are getting lesser Q-Q I beg you, just use 5 minutes of your time to review and give me suggestions so as to give you a better read!
Finally, the next chapter is of the final fight of the fight (...) And... I'M GETTING BUSY AGAIN. Expect an update later than 2 weeks but with more than 4k+ words. ~(^_^)~
So... I hoped this chapter made your day!
RawwrMage (24/01/14)