Pinkie's Part:
Hello there; sorry for my absence; I hadn't had a muse for quite a while with this story; it's got a glimmering shimmer of hope- and I want to finish this story; but I need to regain my momentum; let me know what you think so I can continue to keep you all amused!
Warning! More graphic than I tend to be further on in the chapter!
Beta'd by CoffeePocky! Check out her story! It's pretty good n.n
Enough of my rambles;
Onward!
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Chapter: Light in the Midst of Shadow
The suffocating silence that enveloped the scenery was one that dared someone to challenge it. Flashes of red dispersed from a partial allignement of a rainbow as two shades of blue accompanied a black shadow. Quick gestures with pale hands spread a purple illusion through the barrier, and a head of green hair disappeared into the ground, the soft tick tick of a keyboard fading off.
"Is this going to work, kora?"
There was a curt nod and an indication for the one who had spoken previously to move forward. The indigo shade followed suit, grumbling about lazy students, however a faint smile was on her lips. As soon as the black shadow was let alone, a deep breath was pulled in through a narrow nose. There was no holding back now; and the anxiety that bubbled within his abdomen was a fatal reminder that this was a new mission- and it was dire at that.
A lithe form pressed against the solid surface of a mahogany door. The almost silent beat of a human heart thudded rythmically to a set of trained ears. Shadows danced upon the adjacent walls in a waltz of practiced stealth- as hushed breathing came in bursts just a decibel above a whisper.
A gun grazed inky locks as it swept up fluidly to rest against the brim of a fedora. A calming breath was drawn from parted lips as the gun swung down. A single bullet seamlessly bolted from the chamber of the gun, and it was accompanied by the sound of flesh smacking the floor after a guttural protest. A subtle scent of espresso and gun powder the only items to give away the assassin's identity.
This predator was on the loose- and come hell or high water; everyone was going to pay.
(DreamingOfWhom?)
There was a small motion on a metal cot. A simple flinch of skin- though the notion was entirely intentional. Tsuna fidgeted uncomfortably as sly fingers slid down his bare torso. The amber-eyed male flinched when the gentle touch pressed more agressively into his navel. A flash of violet greeted his periphereal vision, before the black blindfold was torn from his face.
The brightness that seared through his retinas caused the petite male to squeeze his eyes shut- only to have two ice cold fingers force one of the lids open. Tsuna fought to close his eyelid; only to be forced to stare into the dace of the white-haired devil, Byakuran.
"Ne, little bunny~ you will want to be awake for the show."
Tsuna blinked, furrowing his brows as he was half helped into a sitting position by a pair of gentle hands. He silently thanked the purple-haired woman for her special care to his weakened body. He then thought in vain about Reborn.
How dissappointed would the Spartan man be, when he would lay his coal black eyes upon the deterioriating muscle he had trained painstakingly onto the petite male? Though the loss of his form was not entirely his fault- for the lack of nutriton, and the forced stationary state he was in,
As the Vongola candidate's attention was elsewhere- he missed the appearance of a screen. Byakuran's smile suddenly spread into a manic grin. His slender digits slid over a remote, and the white-haired male pressed the power key. Upon this motion, a scene jumped onto the viewing pedestal, the black and white image held little interest, that is until a familiar sound found it's way into the brunette's ears.
The soft sound of leather patent shoes, steathily padding across tile, made Tsuna perk up. Those amber eyes searching the screen for even the slightest clue that the man he loved was there. As Tsuna searched with trained eyes upon the screen, Byakuran's creepy grin contiuned to grow, as he watched Tsuna's eyes dart to one corber of the screen, and tears pricked the corners.
Just barely peeking from the shadows- was the brim of a fedora.
(HisSavingGrace)
An unrecognizable flicker of emotion settled into an abyss of obsidian coal. A hand held aloft with flingers clenched tightly around a trigger. Quick, even breaths left chapped, parted lips. He was a shadow- an enigma that melted against the wall. He exectued an unrivaled grace within his stealth as he made his way through the facility.
There was a thud- and the cold gaze hardened as they swept the perimeter of the hall for the sound. When there was no further tremors from which it originated, the shadow slinked forward. Careful steps padded within leather soles as the figure moved on. Sharp eyes darting in between door thresholds and flickering up into the corners on the walls, on the look out for cameras. Quick, silent shots were made, rendering the visual devices useless as he continued forward, a look at determination settled firmly into his handsome features.
As he looked down a cooridoor, he felt the ground beneathe his feet shift. One arm went out to brace himself as the floor opened up, and swallowed his form hungrily. As he fell through the hole, a brash laughter rang through his ears.
"Welcome, Arcobaleno. I hope you have a blast in my Fun House..."
With that, the shute was covered, and all went black.
The shadow was well aquainted with the darkness, the abyss that flared in his sight did not intimidate him. Reborn sighed, a smirk set upon his lips as he pulled a lighter from his breast pocket. As the small flame flickered, the smooth walls stuck their noses up at him, in a silent, unpersonified mockery.
The hitman breathed evenly, and then allowed many shots to richochet from his gun. The walls remained unmarred as that same laughter filled his ears.
Ah, bullet proof glass that was coated in storm flames- deteriorating the peices of metal. Reborn smirked; he had been too absorbed in his anger to realize he had fallen directly into a trap. He cast his glance upwards, towards where he believed the lid to the shute was. He lifted his hand, gun held loosely.
"Chaos Shot."
Yellow light burst from the tip of his gun. Peices of metal rained down, and a small ray of light from the upper level shone down on the hitman. He raised an eyebrow in mockery, that is until everything went black again. The same voice from before rose.
"This is a Fun House, not one for destruction. Now, now~"
A screen surfaced from the wall, and Reborn turned towards it. The face that was smiling on the screen only caused him to sneer. Ah, so this was the Estraneo's new leader.
"My name is Byakuran~ I'll be the host for tonight's event"
The white-haired male smiled fully into the camera, his expression deepening at the stoic expression upon the other's face.
(InHisGrasp)
Byakuran cackled, the serious expression of the Arcobelano member only feeding his insane laughter. With a sideways glance, he beckoned Chrome over, a weak, blindfolded brunette in tow. As the male came into view, Byakuran's smile only widened. Reborn stiffened significantly as his head straighted and his shoulder squared.
"Ara, I see you know my bunny~"
Reborn fought the urge to snort. His bunny, eh? No... that man was not a defenseless- obsidian eyes scanned the overall condition of his lover. The petite form was no longer full of muscle. Collar bones visible through a dirt dress shirt, and raised marks scattered within the bruised skin. His eyes narrowed dangerously as his fedora fell over his eyes.
Byakuran sent Chrome a knowing look, and she turned her face away, her stomach flipping as she nodded. Reborn noticed the reluctance on her face as she wheeled his lover away. Byakuran readjusted the camera, and Reborn was forced to look upon the face of this man.
"You are your little friends have three chances," the male held up three, slender fingers, touching each one as he continued, "to find the bunny in this maze. It won't be easy- but there is a prize at the end!"
Reborn cocked an eyebrow.
"To keep you entertained however," the white-haired male snapped his fingers, and Reborn realized he was in a hall covered in monitors. When Byakuran grinned ear to ear, Reborn suddenly felt very uneasy.
"I've prepared a movie for you all."
Reborn rolled his eyes as he began to pace through the gray halls, that is until a sinful sound reached his ears. His glaze flickered to one of the screens, and his jaw fell slightly.
Soft pants filled his ears, and Reborn found it hard to continue standing. Reflected on the monitor, was his little lion cub, strapped to a metal cot, writhing in pain as needles pricked his skin. He watched in disgust as a sly tongue traced over the small wounds before a candle tipped and slapped against the raw skin.
Reborn slammed his fist into the wall, his obsidian eyes dancing in the most outraged blaze.