Disclaimer: I do not own KHR. Sadly.
In today's episode, I try to tackle the three things that I find incredibly hard to do. Dialogue, Fight Scenes and characters that aren't my own. But you get super more obvious flame reveal. And some questions answered. So happy days?
Anyway, I'm gonna double check review replies have been sent off, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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"You have got to be kidding me," deadpan, Alex muttered, uncaring of the fact that no-one was around to hear him.
The sand was burning hot, the golden grains burning the soles of his foot (how he had lost his shoes was beyond him, but that was the least of his problems at the moment) and with a snort he realised that he was garbed in the robes of a prisoner. The dirty rags hung limp over his body, resembling a makeshift poncho more than anything else, and he couldn't help but wonder where on Earth his own clothes got too.
After all, it wasn't like clothes could just jump off your body and walk off into the sunset like some superhero in a Michael Bay film, but then again his entire world had been tipped on its head during the time he's spent in Namimori, because before this lovely little transfer programme he didn't think hitman babies and magical flames existed. It was like he was in one big clichéd anime – he was the new transfer student that was chosen to be flung head first into a world of craziness.
"Oh my Lord I'm in a bad anime," he realised suddenly, before discarding the thought with a snort, "Shut up me, you're being stupid."
He was so tired that he was becoming delirious. Just what he needed, especially when he is currently supposed to be doing some unknown challenge that has just been sprung up on him out of nowhere.
All that he had on him was that pretty little ring, and the sword and shield that had been given to him. He felt out of place with them, holding the blade awkwardly, and the ring felt far heavier than it should have been, the precious metal feeling odd on his finger. The cheering of the crowd was also becoming more and more grated as time went by, the same chants and phrases being thrown out like clockwork in that bizarre unified voice of theirs.
They were bees in a hive: one voice, one mind, one leader.
The question is, where's that leader of theirs?
Used to the heat beneath his foot, he lightly swung the sword, the rays of sunlight reflecting off of the metal. His grip tightened, he took a deep breathe, centring himself. This fight – for what else would take place in a Coliseum – would be just like fighting Ryohei. He would dodge and leap and run from the hits, and strike when he had the chance.
He could do this.
"Bring it, Sawada-san; toss your best at me." Confident in his own abilities, the competitor loosened up. "I'll take you down like the sub-par chef you are."
The gated entrance shuddered, the cheers of the crowd exploded, and out of the dark emptiness locked behind the gates a figure emerged, stepping out into the light. The stereotypical gladiator, he looked as if he had stepped right out the Roman Empire, the figure playing the crowd like a fiddle.
"So you're my lion, are you?" All Alex had was his bravado, the confidence rushing out of the teen as he breathed.
The gladiator just tilted his head sideways, pitch-black eyes analysing the rain's form.
"You could at least tell me your name, if we are to fight." The blade was pointed at the man, who just seemed amused by the question. "Unless you're embarrassed or something."
Shit!
It was only quick reflexes that saved Alex from the blow, the gladius coming scarily close to decapitating the boy. He jumped backwards, the rags billowing behind him as he tried to escape the blows, but the gladiator was too quick. It was like he knew his every move, the trained warrior just knowing where the transfer student would land.
Alex had to come up with a plan or else he was screwed, but he had never been good with making up plans on the spot. The din of the crowd wasn't helping either, the screams only serving to give the redhead a head-ache.
The only hope he had of surviving was figuring out just what he had to do in this trial.
Alex barely ducked one swipe of the weapon, only to be hit with a roundhouse kick a moment later, sending the boy skidding across the boy. The ground was like sandpaper, shredding the exposed skin of his arm, blood dripping from the lacerations on his arm.
The blood dripped from the many cuts, the crimson liquid dying the sand red. Alex had never bled before.
What a sad sight I must be. Trapped in this stupid illusion all too prove myself capable of protecting a person that I haven't even known for that long.
"Pathetic." The gladiator took small, measured steps, derision written all over his features. "You, a warrior? Don't make me laugh."
A warrior?
The cuts were ignored, as Alex thought hard about that word. He wasn't a fighter. A warrior is someone who relishes the fight, who does battle in the name of honour, who lives for the next fight. A warrior was someone like Ryohei, or Hibari, or Reborn.
He wasn't like any of them. He wasn't a boxer who had trained for years to gain the strength to punch down walls. He wasn't a tyrant who haunted the streets, beating up anyone who didn't look back at him in fear. He wasn't a baby hitman who had probably killed more people than he has had meals.
The Brit was just someone who had taken the opportunity to study abroad.
"It's funny you should say that, actually," his hands clenched around the sand, his weapons having been separated from him as a result of his flight, "a 'warrior', did you call me?"
He just huffed, staring down at the prone child with disgust.
"Because, I have a problem with that." Slowly stumbling to his feet, the redhead smirked in a manner that was both vindictive and self-deprecating.
"I'm not a warrior."
He let loose the sand that was clutched in his hands, the particles colliding with his eyes. The gladiator hissed, rubbing ferociously at them in an attempt to get them out. Elated, he lashed out with a foot, kicking the man in the crotch.
Whilst his foe was stunned, Alex scrambled for his blade, before desperately tackling the man to the floor.
"I'm not quite a warrior yet," he panted out, the edge of his blade hovering dangerously close to the captured man, "but when I am, I'll fight fair."
He wasn't a warrior; he just wanted to survive, so he didn't have to play by the rules.
Alex would leave that for the strong people.
So until that day, he'll just try to survive.
"You win." With that cryptic statement, the man closed his eyes.
"What do you mean…?" Alex trailed off, the words dying in his throat as the man's visage bubbled and melted, the man melting in the ground like melted candle wax. The same purple flames that Nana touched him with appeared momentarily on the man's forehead, before fizzling out, the rest of the man's body disappearing as if he had never been there.
That was odd.
He wondered momentarily if that was the trial over and done with, if he had successfully completed what they wanted him to do, but that couldn't be the case. If it was, then this whole coliseum would disappear, the stone and the sand and the sun melting away like it had never been there, just like that gladiator.
He took the moment to rest, the crowd still chanting despite the fact that no fight was taking place, as he consolidated what he already knew. When Alex felt like he was suitably rested, he twirled around on the spot, trying to take in everything. Many different murals decorated the stone walls, murals that one wouldn't ever find that on the walls of the arena, and he felt a strange pull to one of them in particular.
It didn't take him long to realise why he was drawn to it.
Engraved in the stone was a tall man, decked out in gladiator garb that was facing a small teen with long hair. He had a gladius, the weapons image burned into the student's mind after the previous fight, and from what was seen was dominating the other person. It was only after a devastating blow did the smaller of the two manage to turn the tides. The mural was the re-enactment of the previous fight, details mimicked perfectly in the stonework.
"How strange," he should have felt more shocked than he actually was, but he felt…tired. Too tired. Not like the usual tired, the tired where you yawn and feel sleepy, but he just felt dull. Heavy. As if he was being forcibly dragged down. Sluggish, he leant backwards against the wall, slowly sliding downwards.
It was an unnatural fatigue.
Alex let the sword and shield drop from his weak hands, the weapon sleeping on the ground. He had never felt this tired before, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Closing his eyes to sleep, the swordsman would have succumbed to sleep, if it wasn't for the icy numbness that swept through his right arm.
What's that?
Alarmed, all thoughts of sleep were quickly discarded, his full attention on what was happening to his arm. That ring that was given to him was radiating blue light, the waves rippling up his arm and slowly branching out to the rest of his body. Fear clenching his heart he rushed to take the ring off, but couldn't muster the strength to do so.
Hel…p…
The blue light fully covered his body, trapping it in its confines.
...m…e.
Encased in the aquamarine blanket, he was swiftly knocked unconscious, the light erupting outwards in a blaze of aqua blue flames.
Only to wake up once more, in the real world.
Alex lurched forward, escaping Nana's grasp, smacking both their heads together.
"Alex-chan, that was mean." Nana pouted, rubbing her forehead meaningfully. "I might even bruise."
"Kanna, you're over thirty, act ya age." Gruff, Alexander glared at his companion in distaste.
"You tell that to someone who hasn't just been using Mist Flames for over an hour and then get back to me." Her smile was like ice, cold and unforgiving. "I think you can forgive me for that one, Pugno-sama."
"Hi guys." Disorientated and delirious, Alex just waved at the two of them. "Why is there two of you? Did you clone yourself? Why didn't you clone me too? How…rude."
For the second time in one day, he collapsed, snoring before he even hit the ground.
Owlishly, the duo just stared at the teen snoring on the ground, before sighing in unison.
"Ya carryin' 'im." Pugno gestured to the figure on the floor.
"He deserves it." With a strength that you wouldn't expect from such a petite figure, she picked him up, cradling him as she would a child. "Light. He hasn't been eating right."
"Make sure nobody sees ya." His focus was solely on the boy. "Let our little Alcyone get 'is rest. I 'ope ya can teach 'im 'ow to use 'at weapon. Ya should 'ave been around 'er enough tah help him."
"I'll sort that out, don't you worry. Just leave this to mama." With a soft voice, so as to not disturb the slumbering teen, she said goodbye.
Leaving the old man and his shop behind.
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When he next woke up, it was to the sound of explosions and crying babies.
Turning over in his bed, wondering if it would all go away if he just ignored it, forcefully closing his eyes in an attempt to block out whatever godforsaken misadventure was occurring nearby. It was Reborn's fault. It had to be. If it wasn't then Alex would walk up to the hitman and kiss him square in the forehead, all whilst serenading him with cheesy 'romance' songs, and afterwards would give him a guided tour of his diary.
So yeah, he was pretty damn certain of it being all Reborn's fault.
No matter how hard he tried to block the noise out, it still managed to reach through to him. Against his better judgement, the newly crowned agent crawled out of his warm, beautiful bed and out into the frozen wilderness of everywhere that wasn't his bed.
"I'm going to stab them." Not in the greatest of moods, Alex had to force himself out of the door, drained and fatigued. "I'm going to murder them, and feed their dead bodies to Hibari."
Still somewhat weary, Alex yawned, stretching his still clothed arms.
"Wait…" Rightfully confused, Alex stared blankly at his clothes, absentmindedly combing his hand through his hair, the red locks tangled from his sleep. "Why am I still in my clothes?"
Despite feeling like his head had been hit by a truck, he couldn't help but feel like he was missing something. Something incredibly important, something that was life changing and wonderful and all too bizarre. Something…something to do with Nana.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me." Deadpan, he finally remembered when his eyes came across the expensive ring on his hand.
When he rocked up to Namimori, this was the sort of thing that he wasn't expecting – not that anyone would be expecting to be implicated in the Mafia, unless you were either batshit insane or some sort of suicidal prophet. When one thinks of going abroad on an educational program, they think of learning the language. They think of experiencing the culture, the people. They don't expect to run in to some, presumably, secret branch of a top-dog mafia family.
What are the chances of running into the Italian Mafia in Japan?
Wouldn't it have been more appropriate to run into the Yakuza?
"Alex…you okay?" Tsuna, dear sweet Tsuna, stood in the doorway of his bedroom, concerned by the frozen statue out on the landing. "Is something wrong?"
Yes, Tsuna, something is wrong. I've agreed to join a strange organisation with killer death rings by the request of your mother to protect you from Reborn's evil ways.
"Just trying to figure out why Nana bought me this harmless and perfectly ordinary ring for no apparent reason." Tsuna clearly noticed the strange wording, but wisely decided against asking about it. The Mafia-Boss-to-be really didn't need anything else on his plate; he had enough trouble already, what with trying (and failing) to deal with Reborn.
"Ahh…" His charge fidgeted uncomfortably, as if deciding whether or not to ask something.
"Out with it. Whaddya want to ask?" If it was possibly, Tsuna looked even more uncomfortable.
"N-Nothing," stuttering madly, the younger of the two blushed furiously, "j-just forget I said anything."
With that said, the adolescent frantically stumbled back into his room, tripping over his own two feet in the process.
Before he was able to help the kid up, the door was frantically slammed in his face.
Strange as it was, he was used too much stranger – courtesy of Ryohei and Nana – so Alex was able to shake it off and carry on his day as normal. The explosions still remained, but the source was coming from Tsuna's room, and as it stands it didn't seem like he was welcome there. Unless stumbling frantically to slam the door in someone's face was the new red carpet, it seemed as if Tsuna did not want him to enter his bedroom at all.
Well, I'm screwed.
Thoughtfully, Alcyone played around with the ring on his finger. Last night had certainly been eventful, and the sooner he got to talk to Nana about it the better. She had been in the organisation for longer, and if there was anyone that would be able to divulge the information he needed it would be her.
"Oh, hello Birdy-chan, didn't expect you to be up and about at this time. Are you getting ready for school?" After learning about her past, Alex couldn't help but be impressed by her ability to act as if she was normal. She was as sunny as always, not a sign of her being up late showing, and if he didn't know better he would say that she had a perfectly normal night.
"Birdy-chan?" Droll, he took a seat at the dining table, smiling gratefully at her when she handed him a plate with a couple of slices of toast on it. "That's a new one."
"Yup." She chirped. "I thought it would fit better, you know."
"Indeed." Alex took a bite out of the buttery goodness, marvelling over how she managed to make toast so glorious. "Won't people get suspicious?"
"You make it seem as if you're a super-secret agent or something." Her smile was strained, as if saying 'shut-up that stuff is not for everyday conversation'.
"I'm just being stupid." Nana nodded in agreement, moving a finger to her mouth as she made an espresso for he-who-shall-not-be-named.
"Here, you look tired; I rushed to the shops yesterday to get you this." Curious, the self-deprecating teen followed the path that she made, the woman opening up the refrigerator. "It took me a while to find a 3L bottle for you, but I think you deserve it."
"I…I love you." Call it over the top, but if there was one drink that Alex loved it was Dr. Pepper. "If you weren't already married I would drop to one knee right this second."
Alex was slowly developing Reborn-sensors – they worked by tracking the aura of condescension and evil evily-ness that radiated from him constantly – so it didn't take him long to realise that his presence was a thing. They most often went off when he was at his happiest, so it wasn't a surprise when he found that Reborn was in the room moments before he opened his mouth.
"What's this?" Reborn's voice grated on the red-head's nerves. "What'll Iemitsu say when he finds out he's been replaced?"
"Iemitsu?" Alex added the right amount of confusion; after all, Reborn did not know that he knew about the Sawada patriarch being related to the Mafia. He was planning on telling Tsuna as soon as possible that his father was a part of the Mafia.
"My husband and Tsu-chan's Tsu-papa." Nana cooed, adding onto the act with her own brand off pseudo-ditziness (though Alex was conflicted over how much of it was actually an act).
"Remind me to drop you off at the nearest juvenile detention centre. Normally they don't accept toddlers, but I'm sure they'll make an exception when they find out about you." Snarky, the sleepy boy cradled the bottle of Dr Pepper defensively, as if it would float off into the sky if he let go of it for even a second.
"Well isn't that cute. The kitten has claws." The definitely sunny child smirked in derision, cocking Leon meaningfully.
Did he actually just say that?
"…You two would make the bestest married couple ever!" Still, both Reborn and Alex were at a loss for words.
"Even if we were to get married," not that it would ever happen, Alex added mentally, "I doubt vicars are able to marry babies to teenagers. If that has ever happened before, I'll walk up to Hibari and lick him on the cheek."
"You still would be super kawaii desu." Presumably having enough, Reborn sighed in dismay, retreating back to the hell-hole known as Tsuna's room armed with both Leon and an espresso.
"…That's beside the point, me and Reborn wouldn't be a thing because…" Nana rudely interrupted his rant on why they wouldn't be a thing by shoving a letter in his face.
Was that whole thing just to get rid of Reborn so she could give me this?
The housewife just winked knowingly.
"Read into it a bit. It could certainly happen – after all Love is blind." She was passionate, though about what was beyond Alex.
"You're insane."
"Don't be mean, Birdy-chan."
"I'm not mean. I'm being completely logical."
Comically dismayed, Nana would have refuted this if she wasn't interrupted by a knock on the door. As she left, his senpai gave him a meaningful look, which he interpreted as 'this isn't over'. Curious to see who it was, he followed behind her as sneakily as possible (still yet to drop the bottle of Dr. Pepper) wondering who would be knocking on the door so early in the morning.
Usually, Yamamoto and Gokudera both meet up with Tsuna outside his house, and very rarely do they actually come to the front door.
Opening the door with a bright smile on her face, neither she nor Alex saw anyone on the front step, and with a sigh she shut the door behind her muttering something about pranksters.
"Lambo-sama demands you obey my every demand!"
Stunned that they had both missed the child, both agents looked at each other sheepishly before looking down at the boy.
Upon seeing the child dressed as a cow, Alex was officially done with the day.
"Sawada-san, I'm going to get ready for school. I'm up now so I might as well go." All but running up the stairs, he did not want to be around that kid for longer than necessary – especially when he has had less than 4 hours sleep.
"Remember to take your bag with you – it has the 'you-know-what' in"
He just made a sign of acknowledgement, pre-occupied with other thoughts.
'Lambo-sama' was far too much like Reborn for him to deal with in the morning.
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That was officially the fastest he has ever gotten ready. Ever.
Seriously, Alex felt like he should have gotten some sort of reward for it. It was the stuff of legends, and if it was made into a story he was certain that it would be a best seller. On the path to school, alone, he felt that now would be the best to have a read of that letter that he had been given by Nana. No-one else would be able to read it, and he very strongly doubted that he'd be able to keep it secret from Ryohei if he was around.
Alex unsealed the letter with trepidation.
Dear Brat,
"Oh wow, I can tell immediately who had written this letter," Alex ignored the odd looks he was getting from some of the old ladies nearby.
You're an idiot. I'm just going to pre-empt you acting like an absolute freak and point it out now. With that out the way, I can get on with what this letter is all about, along with insulting you in the meantime. It's absolutely wonderful, brat, isn't it?
"Yes, it is absolutely brilliant." Sarcastic, he could hear the old ladies talking about his insanity as he passed them.
Kanna was the one to suggest it, so thank her, not me. You will be thanking her a lot after you finish this letter, eh? However don't be surprised if she dodges anything – she is a Mist, after all, and they are wily even at their worst.
'Mist'. That was another thing that he had to ask about. It most likely has a connection to those purple flames of hers.
By the way, we read that diary of yours.
"What. The actual. Fuck." Alex hissed, causing the nearby ladies to mutter something about how rude the youth of today are.
Kanna is happy that you found her persona believable, and has taken into consideration the things you said were off about it. That and she found it amusing that you asked her painfully shy son if he liked Yaoi. If you were anyone else, she would have torn you apart for trying to corrupt her precious 'Tsu-chan'.
"The way he says that implies that…" He audibly gulped, well aware of the implications. Nana must have done it once before.
If it was me, I would have done it anyway.
"Thank you, Alexander. I love you too." The gossips were on fire today, and Alex was worried that if they stretched their necks out even further they would snap.
But that doesn't matter much. I can't change it. So all I will do is tell you about our organisation. Thank me later for the exposition dump. Just make sure to melt this paper later, otherwise we'll have to kill you for revealing us.
"Something tells me you would kill me for existing." And wasn't that cute, the old crones were going on about murder plots now. You'd think they could try to be a bit more subtle about it, but it seemed like it was beyond.
We are the "Ombra della Vongola" (O.D.V). We are its shadow, the permanent sentinel, and it is our duty to protect the current generation without them knowing it. We do the things that the Vongola simply cannot do, and like the C.E.D.E.F we too hold some influence over the current head's decisions. Nobody can know of our existence, and it has been that way since our founding. The only one who may know is the current head of the Vongola. Nono, Vongola's Ninth Head, has already been told. That ring is the mark of your station, and you need not fear having to keep it hidden. One suitable excuse and you'll be fine. Kanna only hides it because of personal preference.
There are some benefits to anonymity, and no-one will find it strange to wear a ring such as that as there is no association between that ring and the Mafia.
"So all I do is make an excuse for having this ring, and that's all I have to do." It felt a bit too easy, strangely enough, but he shouldn't be complaining.
That is all you need to know. As current leader of the O.D.V, I welcome you into the fold, and I give you the first of hopefully many assignments.
Follow Tsunayoshi Sawada. Protect him from the darkness of the Mafia. To do so you must learn to fight, so train. Train hard. Train long. This will be the basis of everything you do. Secondly, Kanna has told me of some disturbances occurring throughout the city involving the Disciplinary committee.
Furthermore, try and find out Reborn's motives for being so adamant on Tsuna finding family members. It is suspicious, and we do not want the young boss' training to be jeopardized.
And that was all that was on the sheet. It wasn't signed. There was no information about what he means by a "mist". There was nothing. Alex was left in the dark with no information other than that he had to protect Tsuna and that he was, in under no circumstances, able to tell anyone about his involvement with the "Ombra della Vongola".
Plus he had to associate with the Disciplinary Committee.
"Might as well start writing my will now." Dismayed, Alex knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was going to be how he died.
It was either going to be because of this, or because of him being late to school.
Death by Hibari would suck, and would sound significantly less cool on his gravestone.
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It was lunch, and he had yet to collapse.
That was an achievement in and of itself.
"It's such a nice day today." Alex took a deep breath, inhaling the clean, fresh air. "I'm honestly not used to them."
"Hmm?" Ryohei grunted, following the conversation.
"Yea, these days aren't really found back in Manchester. It's just too much of a metropolis for there to be quiet days. That and the air is so dirty there, too much smoke and pollution." The roof provided a clear picture of the rest of the school, and it was altogether peaceful.
Granted that was because this was the haunting ground of the head prefect, but still. He wasn't one to shy away from a peaceful retreat.
"What was it like?" Startled, Alex turned to Ryohei. He wasn't used to questions like this.
"In Manchester?" Seeing him nod, he walked up to the railings, pensive. "It was alright, I suppose. I much prefer Namimori though."
"Namimori is more extreme." Ryohei tacked on, decisively.
"Indeed it is." They sat in companionable silence for a while, until it was broken by Ryohei.
"I'm happy you came." Uncharacteristically, Ryohei wasn't shouting for once.
"You know what, I'm glad I came too."
I wouldn't change it for the world.
"Do you have a little sister?" Ryohei joined him, the duo leaning together.
"I'm the youngest in the family. Two older brothers and an older sister. All of them successful, and in the case of my sister stupidly rich." Flicking his hair out of his eyes, he sighed wistfully. "In the eyes of my mum, I'll probably never compare. One's a doctor, one's an important builder and in the case of my sister disgustingly rich."
And here I am a part of the Italian mafia. Woo.
"You're extreme too!" Alex barked out a laugh, until he was smothered in one of Ryohei's one-arm hugs. "You're going to be more extreme than they are."
"Bah, you're just saying that." He waved his words off easily enough, having heard them often. "You'd probably like my builder brother, he's into boxing."
"He is?" You could almost see his tail wagging furiously. Metaphorically, of course. He very much doubted that Ryohei could hide something like a tail from him.
"Indeed."
"I MUST FIGHT HIM TO THE EXTREMEEE!" Deafened by Ryohei, Alex could feel the exclamation marks beating him over the head.
You can even bloody hear the capital letters.
"You'd think I'd be used to this by now…" Ryohei had abandoned the railing now, furiously jabbing the air in his enthusiasm.
"When can I meet him?" Ryohei, with the fires of war burning in his eyes, violently started to shake the red-head. "We must do battle to the EXTREME!"
"Geez," miraculously managing to stop the frenzied assault, Alex scowled at him in mock-hurt, "you sound more excited to see him than me."
"You'll be fighting him too." Alex duly noted that Ryohei wasn't the best at this whole comforting thing.
It's the thought that counts.
"You."
That voice…
"Hibari-san," unbearably happy, the sterling silver boxer turned to the disciplinarian with the same eagerness he did everything with. "What are you doing here?"
"Get off the rooftop." Short and to the point, Hibari glared at the two on the rooftop.
"You don't exactly own the roof, do you? Anyone can stay up here if they want to." Petulant, Alex made a point of sitting down. Unmovable.
"Herbivore." Squeaking (though he'd be the first to say it was a manly grunt) the transfer student just barely dodged the tonfa that was chucked at him.
Retrospectively, this was probably the worst possible thing that he could do, as something sparked in the tyrant's eyes. Slowly, methodically, the skylark walked over to his wayward tonfa, skimming over the metal to spot any damage.
"You alright?" Alex managed a smile for the smoky eyed boy, grateful for his concern.
"I'm fine, thanks Ryohei." Ryohei just nodded, looking at the feared bogeyman of Namimori with a critical eye, before his eyes brightened up considerably.
Alex knew immediately that he wasn't going to like what he said next.
He isn't.
"Fight me to the Extreme."
Oh for crying out loud.
Hibari mulled over the prospect, before smirking viciously.
It was on now.
"I think I'll join." Carefully, so as to not damage any of his belongings, he pulled out his sword and shield, the weapons shining under the sun's rays.
"Carrying weaponry is against the school rules." It was said blandly, mechanically, as if said hundreds of times before.
"Then bite me, little bird." Ryohei just looked happy to be here.
"WOO, EXTREME THREESOME!"
"RYOHEI!" Embarrassed, Alex was almost left unprepared for the tonfa strike, just barely managing to get out of the strike radius.
He knew he shouldn't have gotten out of bed in the morning.
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Chapter 9, Fin~
No Lions. But a gladiator. So there is at least one appropriate thing. XD
Also, Rain flames. It's a thing. I hope no one is too surprised by it, it was either going to be Rain, Storm or Lightning so...
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