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The woman is trapped against the wall, as the man advances towards her. The strands of her cropped black hair tickle her chin and she tries to subtly maneuver her hand to the Beretta strapped to her thigh, underneath her dress. The man doesn't catch the movement, wearing a smug smile as he gloats. 'I've captured la Donna del Pezzo Famiglia!' He cackles with glee, eyes lit with a maddened light. She finds the gun. Undo the strap. Pull the buckle, release the slide, she chants as she executes the movements burned into her mind from the hours and hours of practice. The man continues gloating, producing a shiny silver pistol out of his bag. Nearly there, nearly there. The man aims, preparing to shoot at her, and he cackles obnoxiously. Undo the safety. She glances up, and suddenly, he pulls the trigger, splattering her brain all over the wall she was once trapped against. He smiles,watching her dead body slump over on the concrete ground.-
She wakes abruptly, her hand twitching beside her thigh and a cold sweat slipping down her forehead. She visibly relaxes, feeling her hair and confirming that No. It's not a bob. You are still Hana. You're still you. Her heartbeat slows as she breathes a sigh of relief, staring up at her blank ceiling before recalling the scene in her dream. But she didn't need to finish it to know what would happen, because she'd replayed it in her mind oh so many times, until it was burned into the back of her eyelids, until she saw it in the stars.
She slipped out of bed, aiming to avoid the nightmares [ even though she knew they would haunt her no matter what] moving her trail of thoughts to something positive. Glancing at the wall calendar beside her bed, she realised that she had a free day off (for once in her life) and, in a split second decision, decided to head to the Ryohei's boxing club practice.
As she entered the gym, Ryohei called out to her in an obnoxiously loud voice, "GOOD MORNING TO THE EXTREME, HANA!" and she nodded politely back, mentally rolling her eyes (He's Kyoko-chan's brother, she reminded herself. You have to be nice.) He returned to his punching bag, hitting it with an impossible degree of force. She unconsciously shivered, slipping on her own pair of gloves (purple, of course) and finding a bag of her own. As she waged her own war with the sack of sand, her thoughts slipped away, and her mind was (temporarily) at peace.
As the sun set, a rowdy group of teenagers headed down the street. Three boys walked together, one continuously screaming at the other, who just gave a carefree smile, while the third tried placating the two. Off two the side were three fairly attractive girls, smiling and chatting about nonsense in a way that somehow managed to seem 'cute'. (It was mind-baffling, really, how even talking can make people look good). A little italian boy with an afro and a small chinese girl with braids argued over a small bag of candy, both yelling childish insults in their respective languages. A little ways in front was a white haired teen jogging with an intense expression on his face, and periodically screaming 'EXTREME!' and punching the air in front of him, and above them, one might see a handsome young man watching over the group with a stoic expression and a bird perched on his shoulder.
The infant watched the young group as they made their way through town, disturbing neighbours and irritating pets. This is the tenth generation of the Vongola Famiglia. He had to admit, there had been worse (read: Xanxus), but it was still discouraging, he reflected, that this group of inexperienced kids would be the next leaders of the strongest mafia family of the world. Is this the level that we have sunk to? To rely on innocent children who know nothing of the truth?
Life continued on as usual for Hana, except with a little less Kyoko. She'd become accustomed to life without her friend, and often saw her best-friend walking home with Tsuna and his friends, or chatting with a pretty, energetic brunette in the cake shop. (She never does that with me anymore. Was it really so easy to replace me?) She'd become used to her best-friend working with Tsuna on projects (even though he was notorious for having bad grades), and leaving her to do the work for two. (She'd become used to blocking the dagger of pain in her heart that stabbed her each time she was excludedignoredreplaced)
Then, the group disappeared. One day, they didn't show up at the school, and then the next and then the next. In her panic, she searched everywhere. Kyoko's house (Don't they have a vacation to the seaside for a week?), then Tsuna's house ('Are you a friend of Tsu-kun's? Sorry, he has a school trip.), and then even that brunette's house (They won a trip to a math convention from a contest right? Such smart kids.).
That night, she collapsed on her bed, weary and exhausted. But she didn't sleep a wink that night.
1:37 am: Kyoko?
1:38 am: Where are you?
3:21 am: Please reply or call me back
4:15 am: Okay, I'll stop texting
5:01 am: WHERE ARE YOU?!
After a week or so of absence, Tsuna's group returned to school. In the classroom, a crowd of students surrounded Kyoko, Yamamoto, and Gokudera, pelting them with questions and [fake] sentiments of 'Are you alright?' and 'We've missed you!'. Hana remained in her seat, and to her surprise [and disappointment, the little voice accused], Kyoko made no move to talk to her. Instead, she stayed with her classmates, lapping up the attention. Her eye twitched, but she remained seated, scrolling through her unread texts [they were only unread because you were too busy worrying about her, and look where that got you], soaking up the gossip and news that had occurred over the past few days, anything to distract her from the scene in front of her.
The act continued until, in a moment of fortune (or misfortune), the science teacher paired them up to do a project with each other. {'Now you girls don't talk, understand?' He'd warned, but there was a twinkle in his eye. Both girls nodded obediently.}
"Konnichiwa, Hana! How are you?" it was Kyoko, acting like nothing was wrong, like she hadn't disappeared for a week, like she hadn't just ignored her best friend. But Hana was weak, and she knew it, and the important thing was that Kyoko was speaking to her again. {right?}
The dreams returned that night. Throughout Kyoko's disappearance, they'd temporarily halted, like they pitied her circumstances, but the moment they had reconciled, they returned full force. The first morning, she woke up before dawn, eyes bloodshot and curled into fetal position. So she did the only thing she could to forget. She boxed.
It wasn't like she was good at the sport, but with enough practice, even the untalented gain skill. But as she decimated the number of opponents in the club, her dreams hung over her head like a ghost, refusing to let go. WHY? She wanted to scream and shout and cry and beg, because the only thing she could do to forget had been taken away. But she'd become used to forgetting (I'd become weak and frail), and life hated her anyways, didn't it?
She noticed Ryohei was staring at her worriedly after the fifth victory. For once, his eyes weren't lit up with a fiery energy, instead covered in layers of worry, an expression he'd only ever had if Kyoko was involved. "Hana, are you extremely okay?" He spoke in a quieter tone, and at first, she actually considered telling the truth. But then she remembered, that he would tell Kyoko, and she'd ask me, and Hana would tell her everything because she could never stop herself if Kyoko was involved. So she didn't, hardening her eyes and whipping her long ponytail. "I'm fine." She stated coldly, and left, trying to mask the panic {guilt} raging in her mind.
A little girl with long black hair and calculating grey eyes sat alone at the swing set, watching the other children play with a blank expression. It's sad really, she pondered, how they'll never understand just how dark this world is. As she continued thinking, an angelic little girl with hair the colour of honey and eyes like the sun walked up to her. "Nee, Hana-chan, would you like to play with me?" Hana was about to reject her offer, but the innocence of her smile took her aback. I want to protect that smile. She decided. And so she accepted. "Why not."
The other girl smiled, and like her eyes, it matched the sun. "I'm Sasagawa Kyoko! Let's be best friends!" And Hana nodded. "Okay. We'll be best friends forever!", she declared in a moment of childishness, and didn't look back.
Hana watched Tsuna and his friends walk out the school from the library windows, spotting the small infant with them. Tsuna started changing once the baby came, didn't he, she mused. The baby can make me strong to protect Kyoko. And so began her goal to have Reborn, the world's strongest hitman, train her. And so began her descent to hell.
A handsome young man chatted with the woman in the small cafe overlooking the sea. "How have you been?" He asked curiously. She chuckled. "Papa has been trying to set me up with suitors again, but I always send Maria. Poor girl just wants a date, but they always are sent to me." He grinned. "That sounds like her. How is she doing, by the way?" "Great! She's actually managed to keep a relationship for over a month now. But I see stormy skies ahead." The pair burst out laughing at this.
The man looked down sheepishly. "Anyways, I apologise for bringing you here on false pretences. My purpose wasn't to catch up." His friend raised a delicate eyebrow. "Oh?" He cleared his throat, and she knew him well enough to know that it was a sign of his anxiety. "You see, father has been pressuring me to date, in an attempt to make me seem more suitable as a boss to the other leaders. So, I was wondering… What do you think about dating the heir to la Pezzo Famiglia?"
The woman smirked. "I'd love to go out with you."
Reborn sat on a branch outside the boxing gym, watching as the brunette took down multiple men twice her size in consecutive go's. She would make a lovely addition to the Famiglia, he conceded,but there's the matter of recruitment…
As spring break approached, students began hurrying to study for finals. Kyoko began staying after school at Sawada's house (yes, she'd begun calling him that, in a small effort to spite him) to finish projects and study for the exams {with that other girl, the voice told her}. She found herself staying at the public library to finish her work on most days, and often finishing work ages before the deadline.
Having this extra time previously taken up by Kyoko also meant that she spent more time at the boxing club. Each night she returned, she could tell her mother was glancing worriedly at her bruised hands, but she brushed it off [it could be much, much worse, couldn't it?]. A second unexpected issue rose from her now daily practices at the gym: Ryohei. His habit of worrying over her had begun after the first dream, continuing on and strengthening until it rivalled that for his sister. After weeks of her practices, he snapped, grabbing her wrist in the middle of a punch, and pulling her off to the side.
"Hana. Don't lie to me, are you alright?" The fear and concern and worry and love in his eyes overwhelmed her, and she wanted to break down and sob and cry in his arms. But she couldn't, becauseKyoko would know. [ And in the back of her mind, she began resenting the name, because it stopped her from doing anything to save herself from this deepdarklonely spiralling pit of shame and sadness and anger. But she avoided the question, giving him a small smile, acknowledging him in the only way she could [the only way she knew how] and replied, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
He glanced at her worriedly, but, at her reassuring nod, backed off, returning to his own punching bag, and destroying it with a renewed force.
Are you okay?
No. She thought. Yes, she answered.
The next day, she found herself walking up to Tsuna and his friends (for Kyoko, she fibbed) and stayed with them as they journeyed to school. And she did the same thing the next day. And the next. And kept up this routine until one day Tsuna brought up the idea of going to Italy for the holidays. "You're included too, Hana." He 'reassured' her, but she had a feeling it was just to get into Kyoko's good books. But at the excited look on her best friend [her light and saviour and purpose] she couldn't decline {besides, she could have an excuse to approach the baby}. And so plans were made and visa's applied for and flights booked, and after a month or so, they were on the flight to Italy.
There was one thing she could say for sure about the journey: it was loud. The boys were yelling at each other, with Tsuna trying to placate them, the children ran around the private plane, screaming about candies and hitmen, the girls chatted about cake and dresses and whatnot, and of course Ryohei continually screamed "EXTREME!" for half an hour. And that left Hana, bored and irritated, stuck in a room of madmen with no way out. 'Was it really worth it?' She wondered to herself and then slapped herself mentally. 'Of course it was! It's for Kyoko, it has to be!'
Suddenly, the plane shook in the sky, and everything was silent. Then the chaos resumed, tenfold. The other girls cuddled together, eyes wide and afraid, and in their arms were the afro baby and the braided child, eyes filled to the brim with tears, noses dripping with snot. Ryohei (for once) kept quiet, his normally clear eyes dark and stormy, matching the raging skies outside. Gokudera, Yamamoto, and Tsuna conversed with the baby in hushed tones, glancing around the room worriedly, and, not for the first time, Hana wanted to march over and demand to know just what the hell was going on. But of course, she didn't, for Kyoko's {and her own} sake. The captains voice crackled over the speaker. "We have run into some turbulence for the time being. Please remain calm in your seats."
Hana sank into the plush velvet of her chair, curling up on her side and shutting her eyes to block out everything around her. And somehow, by some miracle, she fell into a deep sleep.
"This is all your fault! You and that… that monster! The pair of you led them here to kill us!" The old man shouted and the quivering child furiously, but the tears and fear shone bright in his eyes.
"No, father-"
"Leave! Leave and never come back!" She was kicked harshly onto the streets, and stayed in that position for a while, laying on the cobblestone path, staring at her hand. 'Why must it come to this?' she wondered tearfully.
" 'Lina! 'Lina!" A young came rushing up to her in a panic. " 'Lina! Are you still with me?" He pulled her up by the shoulders, shaking her, trying to snap her out of her daze.
"He- he hates me now." She stared blankly into the distance, a tear running down her cheek. "He doesn't want me back anymore." She breathed in, the air rattling in her lungs and wheezing out.
All he could do was kneel down beside her and hold her in his embrace.
"Should we wake her up?" A high pitched voice, young but obviously male, questioned curiously.
"No. I'll carry her." A deeper voice this time.
Rough, and yet, tender hands gently lifted her into their arms. "Sleep soundly."
Thank you.
She woke in a large, white room, lying on what felt like a giant cloud. Opening her eyes, she realised that she wasn't resting on a cloud. Instead, it was a large, white, king sized bed. On the table was a glass of orange juice and some toast, which she quickly gulped down, desperate for something to fill the yawning abyss in her stomach. In the midst of her hunger, she didn't notice the figure of the infantile hitman standing in the doorway.
"Kurokawa Hana." A squeaky voice called out to her from the doorway, and she paused in her eating as her mind rushed to match the voice to a person. The baby. She realised in a flash, and set the toast back down on the table, looking towards the source of the voice.
"I see you have enjoyed the hospitality of la Vongola Famiglia." She struggled to decipher the meaning behind his words, coming up with two final answers. Either he was part of some old Italian (because where else could it be?) royal bloodline, and was therefore filthy rich; or he was a member of some criminal society. And however much she wanted to believe that it was the former, her heart and mind both screamed evidence that it wasn't.
At her lack of answer, the baby spoke again. "I am Reborn, and I'd like you to join Tsuna's famiglia." So it was the latter, then.
And then, her mind went blank. A two year old was recruiting her, a common civilian whose only connection to Tsuna was being the best friend of the girl he coveted, to throw away her carefully planned future and any chance of normality, all for the sake of a boy who suddenly wasn't a loser and had a crush on her best friend? Her first instinct was to decline. But then, her heart reminded her that wasn't she supposed to protect Kyoko with her life and soul and existence? So instead, she agreed.
"Make me stronger, so that I can protect my loved ones {so that I can protect Kyoko}." The unspoken words were so strong in the air, vibrating with the strength of her statement, fusing molecules together and causing nuclear explosions. And the baby felt it too, choosing to nod.
"Show me your resolve." A bullet was shot at her, and her only regret was that she could never protect Kyoko from the dark, dark world. And then, she was reborn.
The rush ended, leaving her missing five minutes worth of memories and a destroyed room. She dazedly glanced around. "What happened here?" She murmured, voice devoid of energy.
The baby chose to avoid her question. "Your resolve is very strong. I look forward to working with you." The baby smirked, and a cloud of foreboding settled upon her head.
Weeks had passed since the first incident, and throughout them, Hana had only managed to catch a few glimpses of Kyoko each day. For once, her mind was occupied with something else: the rigorous training she was now undergoing with Reborn. Throughout the little time they'd spent together, the hitman managed to increase her strength exponentially, using nightmares that even she could never dream of. For the first time, her heart went out to Tsuna, and all of the hitman's other students, who had had to undergo such torture.
She trudged down the steps, heading into the kitchen for some fruit. Ryohei stood there, mixing a strange concoction of powders and vitamin tablets, and then gulping it all down in one go. "Hana. You need to stop this! You don't know what you're getting into! I know that you can take care of yourself, but this… this is too much!" He grabbed her shoulders, and shook them in a manner reminiscent to that of her dreams. But unlike the girl in her dreams [ nightmares ], she stared straight into his eyes, and he recoiled at the strength and determination that her gaze held.
"I'm sorry, Ryohei. I can't." She left the kitchen, intentions of getting breakfast forgotten.
She was introduced the the blue haired infant a few hours later, who eyed her up and nodded in approval. "She's good, for a civilian." Hana's heart beat with a treacherous pride. "Hana. This is Lal Mirch. She'll help you choose a weapon today, as I will be attending Tsuna's audience with le Vongola Nono." The baby departed with a tip of his fedora, immediately disappearing into the shadows. Her eyes lingered on the spot the infant had previously occupied, before respectfully turning her gaze to the female, who had already begun walking towards a different section of the Vongola.
"Hurry up," she called from in front. "We have a lot to accomplish today."
After what seemed like miles of walking and thousands of turns, they'd made their way to a large forum like room, lined with weapons in every imaginable place. On one wall hung various swords, while another held battle axes of unimaginable sizes. Several stands were set up for firing arms, and a large table was dedicated solely to darts, and there was a second for handguns and rifles, which she immediately gravitated to.
Hana glanced at the table laden with guns, her hands moving of their own accord and choosing a modest silver handgun. She turned it around in her hands, staring at the ridges in it's surface, and found that it fit into her hand perfectly. Testing it's weight, she shot at a target of a human figure stuck to the titanium wall.. Bullseye. And she kept on going, with a precision that more suited a professional killer than a high school girl. A small voice in her mind questioned just how could she do this, but she allowed her instincts to take over, piercing through each vital point. Yes, she decided. This will be my weapon.
…
Lal Mirch observed as the brunette reloaded the gun and shot it with a seemingly practiced ease. Kurokawa Hana will definitely be a good asset to la Famiglia. She decided, and marveled at the natural skill the girl possessed. But as she continued shooting, a wary thought resonates in her mind. According to the information Reborn had provided her, this girl had never seen a gun in her life. And yet, she possessed skill equal to that of a seasoned hitman. Just what secrets is that girl hiding?
After what felt like an hour of practice, she returned to the baby. "I want this one. " She stated surely, and felt the baby's paranoid gaze on her. "Have you ever touched a gun in your life?" She asked.
"No." Hana replied, and the honesty rang true in her voice, seemingly satisfying the baby, who simply nodded.
"Alright then."
The walk back to The main building was filled with a Tense air, but as they approached the large foyer, the baby turned to face her. "You did well, but you still have far to go. I wish you good luck." Though the words seemed harsh, she got the feeling that they were a compliment.
The baby stalked off, and Hana called out to her. "Thank you."897Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI7JluE6dft
The bluenette, faltered in her step, turning around. "You're welcome, and… be careful." And with those last words, she departed.
She spent the rest of the day practicing with the fake bullets the blue-haired child had left her. At one point, she felt the baby's presence in the room, but didn't respond save for a twitch in the shoulder. As she finally ran out of bullets, the baby applauded.
"You've improved." He stated with satisfaction. "I see you've chosen a handgun. Good choice." Hana wondered if he only thought so because it was his preferred weapon.
"Thank you for sending Lal Mirch-san to teach me for the day. She helped me a lot." She decided to remain respectful towards her mentor, for fear of worse torture. He smirked. "I had a feeling that the two of you would get along." He purposefully turned to leave, before spinning on his heel to face her.
"Vongola Nono would like to meet with you this Wednesday for lunch. I'm sure you have no qualms with attending?" The tone of his voice was challenging, and she immediately knew that she had no choice in the matter, inclining her head obediently. "Of course not," she agreed, and he nodded, pleased. "You have Tuesday off to go with the girls to get proper clothing for the event. It'll be up to you, however, to inform this arrangement."
"Thank you." She stated firmly. "Goodnight, Reborn-san." She left the room to ponder her own thoughts.
Tuesday came faster than she ever could have imagined, and, with the girls all staying together, they visited the many boutiques around Palermo. To Hana's surprise, the loud girl (Haru, she reminded herself) had quite good taste in clothing, and she had to admit that her choices, mainly dark colours and minimalistic designs, seemed more appealing than Kyoko's pink fluttery dresses and skirts. Of course, Kyoko never minded that her choices were never purchased. Instead, she clapped happily as she tried on different outfits, Haru barking orders at her to put on a different pair of shoes or necklace or 'Untuck that blouse for god's sake!'. By the time they'd finished buying her clothes, she'd gained a healthy respect for the spunky teen. Chrome [what kind of name was that?] simply sat in the corner, making quiet but useful suggestions to the best outfits.
The quartet sat in a quaint cafe overlooking the sea, and Hana was struck by how similar it was to the one in her dream, and just how pretty it was in real life. The smell of salt drifted through the open windows, and the happy laughter outside formed a soft chorus, blending into the background. Haru and Kyoko chatted about the many cake shops they wanted to visit in the afternoon, and what else they wanted to accomplish on their vacation.
Beside her, sat the quiet purplenette, hands politely clasped, eyes cast to the ground. Feeling slightly awkward, she asked the first question she could think of. "Why is your hair purple?" The words slipped out of her mouth, and she wanted to take them back immediately.
The girl's eyes widened, and she stuttered out a reply in a wispy, melodic voice. "M-my mother. I-it was her hair colour." She blushed, eyes returning to her lap.
Hana nodded in reply, and they sank back into the awkward silence. After a few minutes of picking at their food, the shy girl spoke up. "You know, it's really hard sometimes, being part of Bossu's famiglia. You need to have a reason to be here."
Hana nodded once again in affirmation. "I know, and I do. But what about you? What is your reason?"
Chrome sighed. "Before, I had noone. I was all alone. The world was completely against me. My own mother hated me. And then Mukuro-sama found me, giving me a purpose, and inadvertently introducing me to Bossu. I got a family from Bossu, and I want to stay with them forever."
The Vongola Nono was nothing like Hana expected. Sitting in a plush seat in the lavish restaurant was an old man who looked more like a wealthy grandfather than a mafia don. And yet, she could feel the power radiating off of him in waves, making itself known to all who came near.
"Hana Kurokawa. I see you have joined Tsuna's family." His Japanese was stilted and accented, but polite and formal in wording.
"Yes sir." She nodded, her voice coming out softer than usual.
He chuckled, and a strange feeling spread across her. [ it sounded so warm, and yet… so dangerous ]
"I'm sure you are aware that in a Famiglia, especially one as powerful as the Vongola, you must undergo, how can I put it… an initiation ceremony." His eyes flashed golden for a moment, and she saw the light of the legendary Vongola dying will flames sparking in them. She nodded in affirmation.
"There has been a group lately who have been disturbing the Vongola's deals with other families. While they haven't lost us quite so much money, they are still quite a nuisance to us." Timoteo spoke, and the disdain dripped from his words.
"What would you like me to do, sir?" Hana had a bad feeling, but stayed put. [ No way out, no way out. ]
"Simple, mia cara. I'd like you to annihilate them."
"How do you feel?"
Scared, nervous, exhausted.
"Fine."
The shadows swallowed her whole in her suit, as she slunk through the alleys of Catania. Her eyes slid from side to side, searching for a sign of movement. Nope, nothing. She sighed. The anticipation [fear] welled up in her, and adrenaline pulsed through her veins. Her targets had long since entered the bar, and she could hear them, rowdy and uncultured, probably with busty girls in hand. Monkies, she thought disdainfully.
Suddenly, they exited the building, both red-faced and tipsy, laughing about a deal they'd made.
"The Vongola ain't ever gon' catch us now!" One cackled into the night, and the other smirked.897Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyDVh5tYnTQ
"An dey say therall that big shos." The second in the pair grinned, his words slurred from the alcohol.
Her nose wrinkled involuntarily, and she crept over to the two, fixing a muffler onto her rifle. She aimed and fired, and the two bullets streamed through the night, hitting one target in the rolls of fat that should have been his stomach. The blood oozed out of the wound, coating his dress shirt in crimson. The other hadn't noticed, and she shot the third bullet, aiming for his chest.
The man had turned, staring her right in the eyes, and none of her dreams had prepared her for the sight of a man begging for mercy (that he never deserved, and would never obtain). But the deed had been done, and she found herself digging through their pockets for the money that they'd gained from the incriminating deal.
[ Later on, when she gave Nono the money, he waved it away as if it were insignificant as a fly.
"Keep it, carina, as a prize for proving your worth."
As a reminder for the sin you've committed, his eyes told her.
Righteous [or maybe not] indignation flared up inside her, because why did they make her kill that not-so-innocent man for their own pleasure. But there was nothing she could do anymore. ]
Contrary to what Hana expected, life was normal [or at least, so much as it could be] when they returned to Namimori. They all still attended school, and she found herself once again gravitating closer towards Kyoko, and by relation, Tsuna. She never saw Chrome that often, and when she asked why, Kyoko responded that she went to Midori Middle, with sponsoring from Tsuna's father.The Vongola, she realised, had more influence than she ever would have imagined, and it hit her that she could never get out. For a moment, she regretted it all. The training, the murder, the deal with the old man that she would never break.
But it was all for Kyoko, she reminded herself, and that made it worthwhile.
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