Pinkie's Part: Sorry for that cut off- I felt it was neccassary in some sense. But, here is the rest of that n.n Let me know what you think, ne? I appreciate all the new reviewers and followers! You all make my day so much better! Hugs and Fanart to all!
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Chapter: Cosa, Amore?
His fists repeatedly thrashed into the heavy set walls. His heart had begun beating in circles as he lifted himself from the ground. Eyes blazing as he tilted his fedora down and sprinted down the hallway. His gaze was darting to and fro, taking out each monitor that replayed the sinful, pain laced gasps of his lover. He snarled, spinning though the ring of fire his bullets had created. His chest rising and falling in the gestures of eradic breathing, but his face showing no signs of the inner turmoil his mind was producing.
The yellow fire had started pulsing off of his form as he thrust himself through a band of men. There were no less than twenty standing in his way, and had it been under different circumstances, he may have taken his time and had his fun, but this was no time for pleasure. His hands went to work, snapping as many necks as his fingers could brush, he wanted to save his bullets; as someone was in dire need of a lead bath. His obsidian eyes were devoid of any light as memories of simple bliss fill his head.
The small gestures of Tsuna smiling or pouting filled his mind, coinciding with the gentle scent of Italy in his nostrils. He found his mouth tilting up in a gentle smile, but then reality caused a waver in his chip- he felt the mental tug of war before he was pulled back, the seriousness of the situation now hitting hard in full swing. He cursed his sudden calm demeanor, before he transformed his being into the mosnter he was so well known for being. His anger having overridden his happiness as he continued onward. His heart racing as the adrenaline began to slowly die down, the fire in his veins now a small simmer. His voice cracking slightly as he licked chapped lips, pulling his gun up to brush his fedora into place.
"I'm coming, Tsuna. I'm coming!" His voice barely a whisper, the words something more of a promsie to himself than to anything else. The doubt in his chest was rising, and he fought it back down. The thoughts of seeing his little lion cub drifting through his mind.
His steps were becoming less and less frantic, as the beating of his heart had started to slow. He could sense that his little lion was not in any immediate danger, and that did wonders to his pulse.
I'll kill that bastard...I'll kill that bastard- the words were whirling within his mind like some sort of self help mantra. He shoved through the last door that came into his line of vision. He paused, and then seeing a flash of white, he positioned his gun, his voice rising unintentionally, unveiling the emotion his face would not betray.
"BYAKURAN!"
The predatory grin that spread across the mouth of the white-haired devil was one that rivaled Reborn's playful banter. Wasting no time, the fedora clad hitman strode across the room,gun raised as the air temperature dropped.
The stagnant air, suddenly did not feel right, as Reborn's eyes glazed and everything went at a tilt. He glared up, his hand on his knee, keeping him upright as he slid down to one knee. His other hand holding his head up, accomapnied by his gun.
"You Bastard..."
"How do you like the Non TriniSette Poison? I'll have to thank your little friend, Verde. Having caught him right off the bat- how sad~ Oh! However since you're here, you'll have front row seats to enjoy the show."
The white-haired menace made movements to the center of the room, his grin growing with each step that he took towards a covered table. Something in the pit of Reborn's stomach lurched, and he felt slight discomfort. He watched with his calculating gaze, and his obsidian coals narrowed dangerously.
Slender fingers pulled away a linen sheet, revealing a shivering brunette, and the drums once more played in Reborn's chest. Byakuran pulled on a leather restraint, and a startled gasp left the parted lips. He dipped his face and bit one of those swollen lips, and Reborn felt his possessive anger riling up inside of him once more.
"I swear to god I'll kill you."
The sides of the hitman's vision began to waver, the calming effects of the microchip in his brain trying to lull him to sleep, but he fought tooth and nail. The greying of the color in his eyes a tell tale sign that he would not last much longer.
"Oya~ you think so?" Byakuran giggled, at first like a plotting school girl, and Reborn raised an eyebrow at this. The white-haired male turned towards the kneeling hitman, his body lingering closer and closer. Quick as a cobra, Reborn struck out, wanting nothing more than the satisfaction of feeling flesh crumble beneath his fists. What he was greeted with however, was mist.
His eyes widened as he watched the white-haired male dance around in manic delight.
"Oh! Oh, the look on your face just then was priceless. Tell me, Arcobelano, did you truly think I would make it that easy for you? Ha, haha, oh you did. How disappointingly pleasant."
The mirage of Byakuran dipped his head once more, capturing the reluctant lips of the shivering brunette, before he lifted his eyes in a manner of challenge. Tsuna squeaked in protest as cold hands trailed down his sides. He shuddered and did his best to manuever around the touch. His nose scrunching up.
"You're going to be locked up in this little room- the poision will continue to dift through the vents. The infamous man who works alone, is going to have to rely on the other rats to let him out." Byakuran clapped excitedly, then continued-
"I hope they get here soon, for little Tsunayoshi's sake; wouldn't want your precious heir tainted by another family, ne~?"
Byakuran snapped his fingers, and as he dissipated, a monitor flipped onto the wall. The images dancing on the screen were hard for Reborn to make out. He saw a couple flashes of red, and then blinked to try and stay awake. Another monitor mirrored the other on an opposite wall, there, it was accompanied by two blue shapes.
"Y..You will not get away with this, you Estraneo bastard.."
He was responded to with a laugh, and the fading voice of the white-haired devil.
"I own them, but I am not a part of them. Once I finish this off- I'll kill that pineapple haired man and his cute little sister too. Ja ne~"
(Complications)
A gentle soul clad in red robes darted from side to side, his shadow was equally garbed and followed suit as a shadow should. Black eyes scanned the area for cameras, and was greeted instead with monitors lining the walls. A confused expression greeted the usually calm exterior, and was replaced then with shock. One side was filled with the image of a certain hitman kneeling on the ground, a look of the utmost discomfort on his face. Whilst the other side was covered with a green haired scientist bound and gagged, looking utterly bored.
"Master-" a small voice peeped.
The Chinese male looked to his student, and smiled gently. His hand dropped onto the braided hair easily, as if encouraging the shy voice to continue.
"Yes, I-Pin?"
He watched as the small girl gathered her hands into her robes, and then struck out. The force of her pushed air, knocked one of the hidden cameras to the floor. Fon blinked in surprise, having not seen it prior. This silent mode of destorying cameras and dodging the monitors became a bit of a game for the two martial artists, until a voice broke their careful silence.
"Oh~! It seems the Chinese Dragons sure have what it takes to be heroes~"
Fon pushed the smaller girl behind himself, not wanting to risk her life anymore than neccassary. The Chinese male looked up, and saw a monitor overhead, the face scrunched into the screen was pale, almost as pale as the hair that adorned it, but the violet eyes and purple tattoo stuck out quite vibrantly.
"Ah, are you the mastermind behind this childish game?"
There was a snort in reply, and then the response,
"I'm glad you figured it out so soon, mister Storm-man. Oya~ it's not nice to bring children into dangerous places."
Fon smiled gently, and then placed I-Pin even further behind himself.
"She is an apprentice- and she can hold her own; but I believe we are not here to discuss the rules of the game, ne?"
Bysakuran laughed haughtily, "Hardly, you have two hours to find either the crow or the crocodile. You'll die in these halls if one is not found. I'm sure you've noticed the sudden quickening of your pulse?"
Fon smiled in response, I-Pin's hands clutching his robes tightly as he fought the sway in his steps. The monitor speakers rang with maniacal laughter as the red garbed pair continued onward. The goal was set, as was the time. They could only hope that the other company was faring well, and would find the other person soon. They would capture their flag, a croc or a crow; but either way, all of their lives were laying on the line.
(Indigo Persuasion)
A mop of indigo hair flashed quickly, and a head of blonde went to his knees. An angry red bump beginning to form where a heavy fist had collided. A low hissing sound resonated from parted lips as a grimace fell into place.
"That hurt, kora!"
The woman in question spun around, her hands clamping tightly over the other's mouth.
"So help me god, Colonello- if you don't shut the hell up-"
"Haha~ it seems I won't have to kill you; you'll do it yourselves!"
The woman spun on her heel, and dropped to one knee, her sniper rifle armed on her shoulder and the scope aimed in the dead center of the person's face. The screen flinched backwards, before a childish face came upon sight.
"Violent temper~ How are you enjoying my maze of halls?"
Colonello stood up fully, and made his way to the woman's side, his gentle touch on her arm, making her release her weapon cautiously. Lal pushed her hair over to one side, her face angry.
"If you harm one hair on that boy's head..."
Byakuran laughed heartily, "Why would I hurt one of my toys? I want to play with him many times." A slimy tongue slid along thin lips before climbing back into that mouth. Lal grimaced and Colonello made a disapproving grunt.
"He's too valuable an item to make too unpleasant to look at. Ne~?"
A pale hand grapsed something off screen, and a yelp retreated into the pair's ears. In the corner of the screen was a handful of chocolate brown hair, and amber eyes were unveiled. Tears streamed down the face as the hand pulled a tad more harsh. A low hiss escaped lips as orange irises surfaced and then retreated.
"B-Byakuran-san... p-please...don't.." A petite purple haired girl made her way onto the screen, but she was thrown back and her head slammed into a table in the proximity. She whimpered quietly, as her hand went up to her face, one eye bleeding profusely.
"Stay out of the way, you misfit illusionist." Violet eyes turned back to the pair on screen.
"I've released a poison that will slowly begin to kill you. You will either rescue the scientist, or the hitman in two hours time, or you all die." Another round of laughter was released from his lips as the monitors on either side of the hall lit up with either an image of Reborn, or Verde.
"Game, Start."