Pinkie's Part:
Hello there, how was that cliff hanger? Love ya! Please don't hate me too much haha; I thought that that may have been the way to go! But here, have the second half of that fight! Anyone up for more surprises? :0
Beta'd by the lovely DarkIceAngelFlare
Enough of my Rambles;
Onward!
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Chapter: Resonate.
Tsuna stood, expression blank as he listened to the words of Vongola the Ninth. He missed the slight movement as the single crack in the iridescent glass splintered - and an ominous red-tinted glow began to pulse beneath the surface of the ice. A sound slightly akin to that of glass shattering; caused the crowd to flinch. A blue hued hand shoved its way through the ice tomb - and found its way into a head of chestnut colored locks. The fingers clutched the silky tresses and immediately fisted.
Tsuna cried out as his head was pulled backwards, an overwhelming force pulling him by his hair. From the force he gained from being thrown backwards - Tsuna found the collision in which his spine met the concrete floor quite painful. His vision blurred, and he was unable to gather his wits as the air was pushed entirely from his being. His heart clashing savagely against his rib cage.
Stunned silence filled the arena- as the dust settled, the silhouette of a limp form; the only decoration in the charred mess of the previous battle. Reborn held a look that was a mix between shock and utter disgust. His legs frozen in place as his gaze shifted over the limp form of one Vongola candidate - the one he had poured his effort into. Timoteo's eyes seemed glazed, his mouth held agape slightly as Xanxus stood. The words he had meant to say, hung in the air like mock memoirs. The crimson-eyed male began to shrug chips of ice from his shoulders; his rage-induced gaze resting solely on his victim. He kicked his way out of his iridescent tomb- his look borderline predatory insanity. He began to trudge fearlessly towards the petite form of Tsuna, the dangerous sound of his footfalls causing a certain male's heart rate to spike exponentially.
Tsuna tried - keyword, tried - to shy away from the stiffening crimson gaze of Xanxus. He felt frightened, and cursed himself internally. Reborn was going to strangle him; this weakness he displayed was less than becoming; and he knew what that meant.
"Y-you, I entombed you... that ice… was..." Tsuna's voice cracked; the fear that which Reborn had taught him so carefully to hide was coating his voice evenly in the sickness of the emotion.
Xanxus smirked, closing in further into the small male's personal space.
"You tremble, like trash in the wind. You're utterly pathetic... A Vongola candidate- don't make me fucking laugh. It's the closest to humour that I will ever get..."
Xanxus, quick as a cobra, struck. His fist coming into contact with the small nose of the brunette. The center of the round face seeming to cave slightly before the force flung him backwards. Amber-laced, honey eyes widened - before they were tucked out of sight by closing eyelids. The small nose was broken, evenly through the cartilage- as the seriousness of the situation settled in. Almost as if on cue, the flying form found balance in the air, turning the form upright, and balancing it forward slightly. Tsuna landed on the ground but not before rolling his ankle and tumbling to a halt. He crouched, one hand held firmly to his nose, and the other braced on his knee, keeping his body upright.
Tsuna spat a mouthful of blood near his foot, as he shakily rose to his full height. His eyes flickering a bright sunset hue, the edges narrowing as he braced himself. His form teetered forward slightly, his arms pushed firmly behind him as he lunged into the air. A grimace marred his features as he closed the distance between himself and Xanxus.
His fist was blocked repeatedly by the larger hands on his opponent; and that infuriated him. Tsuna's eye twitched as he fought; he was being pushed back by the aura of the other alone. He wanted to beat this man, to protect everyone that he could. He felt something pulse in his subconscious; and as if it were a warning; he jumped backwards.
This was the correct thing to do, for out of nowhere, a spear embedded itself into the concrete which he was standing on just moments prior. He felt his body tilt, and found himself clutching his arm as one eye closed. The blood from his nose spilling slightly as he fell to one knee, his look never faltering even with the change of his features.
Xanxus stood, his attention now on the weapon that pierced the ground, almost as if mocking the Vongola battle. He watched as the small brunette tensed even further, before Tsuna's one eye swept over into the corner of the arena. Xanxus felt the temperature of the room drop drastically. Mist began to surface, and an eerie laugh raised. Xanxus rolled his eyes - annoyances, that's all that the current events were creating - and crossed his arms.
Tsuna watched as something shifted his reality. The Italian waterfront began to seep into the edges of his vision. He tried to shake it away, but soon found himself encompassed by it. Xanxus stood in the waters of the small sandbank, the crowds disappearing into the many shades of blue that painted the sky. Tsuna cursed under his breath. Now of all times? His vision wavered, he forced his other eye open, hoping to offset the malfunction of his systematic chip. He didn't need the calming scene; he needed to stay conscious.
His attention snapped back as he watched the shivering on the horizon. A person, clad in a long, dark cloak approached him. The spear coming up easily into the person's hands as they closed in. Tsuna felt a pang of fear, but brushed it off as he watched the person pass by Xanxus without issue. The person continued forward, a sadistic smirk befitting of Reborn pressed against the stranger's lips.
"Tsuna-kun... you're going to come with me."
Tsuna blinked, and tilted his head. His voice was raspy from the cries of agony in which they had carried throughout the Vongola challenge.
"Like hell I am… just…just who in the hell are...you?"
The cloaked stranger released a hearty laugh, though it sounded more like 'Kufufu'. The stranger lifted the spear, the ends pointed directly at the young man. Tsuna's eyes widened as he was suddenly thrust into a pillar of fire. He willed the water front back; that vision was proof that he still had a grip on reality. Tsuna's screams echoed throughout the arena.
Spectators, as well as Reborn stood in shock as they watched the petite male scream out. He appeared to be talking to himself, and now he was screaming in the utmost agony. Tsuna writhed, feeling his skin charring; feeling as though his body was disappearing. He continued to shriek, before the voice he had been born with cracked with finality. Blood came up from the depths of the throat, and he collapsed.
Reborn, no longer caring for the rules of the event, sped forward; his practiced walk forgotten in turn for a frantic sprint. As Reborn passed through the unknown barrier created by the stranger, everyone saw the illusion. Gasps, and some startled cries resonated off of the walls.
Reborn withdrew his trusty gun, and fired three shots at the cloaked figure. His neutral expression cracked as he saw those hands on the small of his student's back. The jealousy and frustration which he harboured throughout the spectacle of this event releasing fully. His aura poured entirely into the chamber as it clicked. He bit out the words, "Chaos Shot."
The entire arena was filled with a blinding yellow light, and the stranger barely sidestepped the blast, the ends of the cloak singeing slightly as he leapt up. Illusionary clouds wafted beneath the form as they hovered.
"Kufufu, such a protective person, Reborn? For what do I owe the pleasure for the surfacing of your true anger?"
Reborn's eyebrow twitched, and even Xanxus stood perplexed; the words the stranger spoke were truth. No one had ever seen Reborn act in such a way. However, the crack in his usual facade was the last thing that was on Reborn's mind. He looked down at the unconscious form of Tsuna. His anger spiked once more as he turned his hate filled gaze at the stranger.
"I know that perverted laugh anywhere...Stupido fottuto ananas." (Stupid fucking pineapple)
The stranger's smirk widened from beneath the cloak.
"Oya, oya, I've been discovered, no use in covering my face then, ne?"
The voice wafted throughout the arena, and screams resonated as the hood fell back. A head of blue-tinted hair greeting the eyes of many. The fruit-inspired hairstyle sent an uncomfortable sense of familiarity throughout the room.
"Mukuro...what in the fuck are you doing here...and what do you want with him"
Reborn's full hand gesture caused Mukuro to tilt his head mischievously.
"You don't point, but gesture. I think I've found the newest test subject for my newest employer. Please step aside, Reborn. I'd like very much to get paid soon."
Reborn grit his teeth, removing his fedora. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and laid it gently over the shivering unconscious form of Tsuna before dropping his hat onto the head of chestnut hair. He paused, his fingertips lingering on the cheek of the male before he stood. He materialized his gun before he took a defensive, though confident, stance before his student.
"Over my dead fucking body, O vi seguirò lui nella morte." (I'll follow him in death)
Mukuro smiled, following Reborn's gesture as he threw off the remainder of his cloak. His mischievous smirk widened even further, the cat-like expression he wore sending shivers down the vast majority of spines in the room.
"I fear, that I cannot play with you today, dear Arcobelano. For you see..."
Mukuro waved his wrist, and a wavering space appeared just above his outstretched arms.
When something that looked like weight settled into his arms, he shifted it into one arm, before he waved his other hand. The glimmering illusion fading, showing one unconscious Tsuna; tucked underneath the arm of Mukuro. Reborn snarled, his gaze flickering to the side, an unconscious Xanxus in place of the person the hitman had thought was his student. The illusion of a bored looking Xanxus lifting, in its wake was emptiness.
Mukuro laughed full heartedly as he began to disappear; the sleeping face of Tsuna the only thing Reborn saw as he held his anger in. He wanted nothing more than to fire multiple rounds at the pineapple-haired magician. He snarled once more the sound in a panicked frustration as the Estraneo agent disappeared from sight entirely.
Reborn balled his fists, his mind already plotting revenge, and most importantly; how to get his student - no, how to retrieve his new lover back.
He brushed off the sounds of Timoteo's voice as he stalked towards the exit, his fedora pressed firmly to his head. The form of him, clad slightly less professionally without his suit jacket, a haunting sight for most.
They knew that a hitman without his supplies was going to do one of two things. He was either going to do something incredibly stupid, or he was confident in what he was about to attempt. Reborn being Reborn; there really was no difference.