Pinkie's Part: Imagine my suprise when I woke up this morning and saw so many faves and follows. ;.; Arigato! It makes me so happy that you are enjoying this story! Kyah! I do have another R27 story, A Friendly Reminder- if you want something to read while you wait for the next update from me for Monochromatic Sun.
Also, I will eventually change the rating of this story to M. For violence, and an eventual R27 scene that everybody loves.
Was the description of Tsuna's condition alright? Am I capturing Reborn correctly? Hopefully the AU and slightly different Gaurdians I've introduced thus far aren't making your head spin.
Anyone like Mochida? *cheshire grin*
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Chapter: I Dare You
Bandages were wrapped with expert care around a brunette's head, stubborn locks of hair fighting the tightened hold as each step made the hair bounce. The bitter winter air not helping the fact as the snow crunched softly beneath light feet. A small echo with each step the ground received, not too far off into the distance. However, the repeated steps had stopped once he stepped foot into the main hall of the school building.
It had then occured to Tsuna, a little over eight days into his recovery, -that he suddenly felt watched for the majority of his presence at the campus. This type of eyes he felt weren't like the heated glares of his peers though- and that caught him off gaurd slightly. He shrugged his shoulders and made his way through the hall. Since his left arm was held hostage into a cast and fabric sling, the people who usually ignored him, suddenly found an interest in him. The usual grunts of distaste, and the whispers that surrounded him fell apart in liue of silence. One person stepped forward, the curiosity in the sudden silence replaced by an aura of absolute no tolerance. Tsuna flinched under the stare.
"Ahh.. O-ohayou.. sensei-"
A slender hand closed around the small upper arm of the brunette, though gentle in the initial touch, Tsuna flinched at the harshness in the voice that followed.
"You. Ass. Classroom. Now."
Students parted way, the reptutation for this particular teacher was not one to challenge. She glared at almost every student before announcing,
"Color Theory is cancelled today," Her gaze shifted to the brunette,
"I've got a very important meeting that just came up."
The professor wasted no time in dragging the brunette down the hall and throwing him into the classroom. Students parted like the sea, avoiding contact where it was within their power. As she came to the door, she pulled it open with such force that it shuddered beneath the touch. Tsuna eeped quietly as she slammed the sliding door behind her. She poined in the directions of the desks, and Tsuna quickly obliged, making his way to one of the many empty desks and sat down, his eyes looking anywhere but at the woman. He had opted into leaning away from the fuming woman.
The gaze of the woman was sheilded by a hand, ragged breathing came from the grit teeth. When she finally mooved her hand to pinching the bridge of her nose, her hand dropped as she walked over to the petite youth. She crouched down, her bangs hiding her eyes as she spoke-
"Tsunayoshi..."
Said brunette looked up, his eyes searching, although fruitlesssly, to try and read the expression of his favourite teacher.
"Hai, Lal-san?" He spoke slowly, as if tasting each word. He had been warned about screaming, about talking too quickly and reopening the wound in his mouth. His mind lingered on the memory, the gentle spoken instructions, and the practiced way that he had been told to speak.
The careful way he spoke, was not missed by Lal. The woman looked up at Tsuna through her lashes, her eyes glassy with stubborn tears. He knew that look. It was the one that demanded answers, no mater how uncomfortable they were.
"Just, just what in the hell happened to you?"
Tsuna looked away again, a blush on his face. He didn't want to see the pain expression on his professor's feature. She was a friend, a violent one, but a friend, not an aquantaince. He was suddenly very ashamed, he tried to tell her what had happened, but as he got to point where he was describing his fall, he purposely left the name out. The door then slammed open, in strut one Mochida. His face was one that promised immense pain. He saw the bandaged brunette, the leaning figure of Lal Mirch, and he snarled. His footsteps nearer and nearer as he flew over to Tsuna, who in turn flinched backwards, Mochida rapidly approaching him with fists raised.
"Should have figured. Look at you, you wimp."
Lal took a step back and then flung her arms out, sheilding Tsuna with her body.
"Who in the hell do you think you are, bursting through my door like that?! Get the fuck out of here."
Mochida sneered, he stepped backwards and then as he exited the room, he tilted his head back. A smile on his lips as he waved with two fingers in the direction of the brunette.
"See you, around little rabbit."
Tsuna couldn't help but flinch as the door slammed shut. Lal's eye twitched and then she peered down at the brunette. Her tone was serious.
"Was he the one who kicked you."
Tsuna looked away. Lal's hand on his shoulder.
"Tsuna- I, I can't help you if you don't tell me. Your body language says it all, but unless it's verbal.."
Tsuna shook his head.
"It's.. not my place to ruin his chances for a good education.."
Lal sighed, she cracked her knuckles and knocked the petite youth on the head.
"You're incredibly dense... and too kind." She leaned, an arm over the shoulders of the brunette. She squeezed gently, a soothing motion as she looked down at him.
"You can't keep this stuff a secret.. tell your friends. They should be able to help ensure that this doesn't happen again. Okay? I don't want to see my top student and little friend bandaged up like this again. Despite what you say, I will maim anyone else who does this to you. Understood?"
Tsuna nodded slowly, his wide eyes even larger. The innocence of which he radiated had melted the woman's heart, and she smiled. She reached a hand up, fixing a stray bandage. She thanked her expierience in the combat force, that she had been able to stay calm when that noisy student burst in, otherwise she might have been job less, as well as with a nasty mess to clean up.
Lal pulled the boy up, straightened his clothes for him and sent him out the door. Once the door was closed, she slumped into her chair, shaking her head.
"I just hope, that he'll be safe."
(Breaking Point)
Four days had happened by in a steady stroll throughout the cruel winter months. It was quite surprising that the slender figure walking had somehow missed the presence of a certain nuisance. His classes seeemed only slightly more bearable, he hummed softly to himself as he crossed through a patch of powdery snow, kicking his feet slightly to make it slide off.
This certain oblivious brunette was walking without a care towards his next class. Thankfully it was an art studio based class. He was able to be let alone for the next three hours. For that he was greatful. This was easily one of his favourite classes, though he felt as though he wasn't the best artist, he knew he could always improve. But at the thought of becoming proud of his work- his thoughts flashed back to the ruined portfolio- he frowned. Could he handle that amount of disappointment again? He found his fingers caressing the edges of his new sketchbook, as if trying memorize how it felt to have the options of creativity.
He was so lost in his train of thought that he missed the still figures a little ways off, almost directly in front of him. If he had been paying attention to the conversation- it was about him, and a slight tone of voice that was nothing less of dangerous- he would more than likely have ran away, or walked briskly, in the event that running usually ended with him eating dirt and rubbing raw palms into concrete. He found his face knock gently into the shoulder of someone. He blinked and then looked up, a mischevious grin greeted him and he instantly paled.
"Whatt do we have here? A little lost rabbit."
Tsuna went to take a step backwards, but a hand shot out, grabbing his broken arm and pulling him into the other.
"M-moch-" He ground out, the force of the grip on his arm causing searing pain to shoot through his arm.
"I don't want to hear that timid voice. Better yet-"
Mochida tunred his gaze to his henchmen. Their mirrored looks causing Tsuna to squirm. He didn't like those looks, not one bit. He looked up at Mochida, his eyes begging him to let him go.
"I don't have time to play with you... however, you could do my friend here a favor."
"Sarebbe nel vostro interesse, a tenere le mani a voi stessi." (It would be in your best interest, to keep your hands to yourself.) The wind seemed to whisper, a lilt of animosity whirling through it.
The snow disappeared and in it's stead was a meadow, covered completely with healthy grass. A soft, elegant warmth slid over the brunette's face, almost in a comforting way, as he relaxed, just slightly. The vision edging closer and closer to the soothing waterfront in Tsuna's vision.
Mochida had paused just slightly, the grip on the jaw tightening, looking around. He huffed, and then turned his attention to the brunette he was holding hostage. A protesting eep! came from the smaller male. The reality came back, reintroducing him to the Japanese winter wind.
"Tachibana was told to be the art class nude model. He had a bit of rough night with some sorority girls. Would you be ever so gracious, as to offer your body?"
Tsuna shook his head violently.
"N-no!" His voice was raspy, and Mochida grabbed his jaw, the force was strong and small pop was heard. He forced the mouth open, lips parted and lower portion held slack. Mochida's face descended, until his lips were just inches from Tsuna's.
"Unless you'd rather let us use it in another way."
Tsuna's eyes grew wide, and he struggled fruitlessly against the hands that held his good arm and his face. Other hands gripped his waist and shoulders. He cried out as one hand painfully pinched at the nape of his neck.
"I...I don't want-"
"It would be in your best interest, to leave the little boy alone. If he sees this, you're all done for."
The group turned slightly, to see a silver haired man taking carefree strides in their direction. He was accompanied by none other than the school's disciplanary couch. A slight shiver ran down their spines as they released the boy.
His knees buckled, and he struggled to stand up. The silver haired man jogged up to the brunette lazily, and turned his searing glare towards the group.
"What business do you have with the tenth?"
Tsuna blinked, tenth? His head tilted to the side, and the newcomer pushed the head back into place. An amused smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth, he could not be this naive..this cute.
"Herbivores..." The accompanying man then hissed. His steel grey eyes promising pain, and with it, a punishment befitting of murderers. His asian features prominant as the peachy skin contrasted with the warm sun and the overwhelming white. His inky hair blowing in the wind so slightly. He took a step forward, his jacket on his shoulders billowing at the movement; it was almost beautiful, if you were an idiot. A flash of silver then came forward, the group scattered, when the tonfas were out, it meant fight or flight; and depending on the level of intelligence you prided yourself in having, it was never the first option- at least if you wanted to remain slightly intelligable-
"For crowding on school grounds... in an intent to prey upon defenseless animals..." His grin widened,
"I'll bite you all to death.."
Tsuna shuddered, Hibari Kyouya was terribly frightening. Hibari's fast paced footsteps followed the retreating crowd as he was held up by the silver haired man. Shouts and clangs of metal resonated in the vast empty white. Tsuna then slumped, exhaustion covering his senses. He looked up partially, his head lolling back onto the shoulder of the person keeping his standing upright.
"G-goku..dera?"
Said silverette looked down at the small male. He sighed, and as he was shaking his head; he slipped his hand around the waist and threw the good arm of the trembling form over his shoulders.
"Let's get you inside.. you're not too injured are you? He'd.." Tsuna began to feel the same warm winds of the Italian waterfront, and instead of trying to fight for his conciousness, he smiled a small, genuine smile as he let the swaying of the other's body trying to keep him walking.
The words began to fade out, as the scene of Venice faded once more. Tsuna couldn't help but feel overjoyed, the rush of emotion that cascaded through his body caused it to tremble.
Tsuna sighed, a soft, approving sound, he could get used to having friends.
(Breaking Point)
"I gathered help in enough time, and we got him to safety... he's resting now... Hey- I.. I'm sorry it took so long."
A soft snap of a sleek phone closing indicated then end of a phone call. A huff sounded off as a silenced gunshot rang out. Small droplets of blood scattered on the marble flooring, looking more like paint splatters of an artists taken by its muses, rather than a violent act. The figure smirked. How befitting.
This was getting more and more dangerous. Calmly, a shadowed face looked down at the twitching body below him. Muffled sounds of pain sobbing out. The shadow tilted it's head, the voice smooth, deep and slightly comforting.
"Osate mendicare con quegli occhi, dopo aver messo qualcuno senza difese in tale dolore?" (You dare beg with those eyes, after you put someone without defenses in such pain?)
The figure tore the duct tape fromt he mouth. A sharp cry peirced through the studio.
"I.. I don't know what you're saying! W-what did I do?!"
A predatory smirk graced the features as a figure stepped out. The eyes of the victum widened, as he went to scream. A hand clamped tightly over the mouth.
The sounds of ruffled clothes, and skidding leather shoes on marble were the only signs of an initial struggle.
A flash of yellow toppled over as a fedora fell from the head. Arms around the the others shoulders as he twisted, a sickening crunch was heard and a lifeless silence filled the room.
"Adderivici, for the sake of the family members you seem to have forgotten about."
He straightened his suit, brushing the dirt from his slacks as he stood. He picked up his feodra and strode out of the room. A lighter flung from his fingertips onto the supply table. An immediate ignition of pain thinner and horse hair brushes as he continued his way out of the building.
He shook his head,
"Honestly.. calling me back to Italy." He ran his hands through his well groomed, spiked black hair. His eyes scanning the outdoors, taking in the wet weather as he made his way back to the people who had called him here.
(Breaking Point)
"I've got a certain project going on, and you had the balls to call me back, for a side mission..."
Reborn stood in the vision of an elderly man. Dressed nicely in a pristine, white dress shirt with thin pinstripes down the lengths of each limb. Gold cuff links holding the ends of the sleeves in place. A smart grey vest buttoned together with golden clasps. The man tilted his head to the side, and smiled, a warm welcoming smile.
"Ah, Reborn, it's good to see you too."
"Cut the crap, Direttore. What do you need?"
The man stood, a sigh leaving his mouth as he looked the male before him. His eyes scanning up and down, taking in the neat appearence of his best hitman.
"Do you like, Japan that much?"
Reborn tilted his fedora, "No, I hate it. But I feel a little bit responsible for someone right now, Nono."
The elderly man smiled, "Taking someone under your wing are we, Reborn?"
The black clad man smirked mischeiveously,
"Sosmething like that, Vongla Cielo."