Namimori: Reborn (KHR Fanfic) *Discontinued*

Chapter 24

I tossed the bullet up and down slowly, my eyes tracing it.
"Nika! Pay attention!" My eye rose up to meet Aki-sensei's.
"Sorry." I replied, returning to tossing the bullet up and down.
"I'm talking about damn torpedoes now! It's interesting!" He shouted.
"Not really", I sat up once again on the roof of the school, the sun shining down harshly in the heat "hey, why are we on the roof."
"...Because Nika-" Aki-sensei flipped his hand "family secrets. Now back to torpedoes."
"Great."
"Mhm. Anyways, have you built anything? Yes? Great." Akira answered his own question before continuing on.
"Totally because I, a middle school student, can totally get all the triggers and tools required to make a firearm."
"Oh yeah." Aki-sensei paused before looking up, "Obviously the airgun place has it, I mean secret Crearma Famiglia base. Yep."
"I see." I returned to rossing the bullet up and down again as Akira continued on. The cool metal came into contact before springing into the air once again.
This doesn't hurt. This bullet is not hurting me.
A bullet on its own can not kill. Just like a gun without a shooter. Wouldn't the world be so much simpler if there was no fighting. No mafias or assassins. No wish for power. There are too many of those types of people.
Too many. Mafiosos are the craziest bunch of all. All those assassins and hitman going after Tsuna, a damn 13 year old. So many people. Those evil eyes.
No regrets.
No hesitation.
To kill.
I tossed up the bullet once more, my hand freezing.
My mind flashed back to a moment a few days before. The bullet seemed to freeze in the air as my mind relived the moment.
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"Get back here you little bitch!"
I kicked down a trashcan into his path as I guided his path away from the Sawada household. Damn it Reborn. Doesn't he have backup? He's the tutor. Sending me to deal with this problem instead. Hitman.
I turned my head back, meeting the eyes of the hitman.
The now familiar cold eyes met mine again. The eyes of ruthless killers, holding nothing but hatred and bloodlust. Eyes of every hitman I had encountered, Reborn included. He jumped over the can and sped forward. I turned into an alleyway jumping onto a ladder of a fire escape to the roof. A hand grabbed onto my leg, I gripped the pistol slamming it down to his head. He let out a scream, but clamped his hand harder around my ankle and yanking me down. The collision with the ground knock the breath out me. I immediately jumped up scanning the ground for the pistol.
Oh god, where was it.?
The man's shadow loomed over me. I jumped back away from his reach. I scanned him no gun, a machete. Oh lord.
The man swung the blade down. I moved aside kicking the man's wrist as I did so. The machete clattered to ground. My leg continued up hitting his face. He stumbled backwards and I rushed for the blade picking it up.
The alley was dark and damp. I breathed in and out harshly trying to catch my breath. My mind and body throbbed, skin stinging as the cool air contrasted sharply with the hot temperature of my body.
The man laid collasped on the ground and I sighed. I stepped forward immediately being pulled to the ground by the collapsed figure.
Oh you little thing, think you could take me out so easily hm hahaha.
I was stupid I admit. I sliced the arm with the machete. An iron scent filled the alley, but the man used his other hand to grab my wrist squeezing it harshly making me release the machete.
"Hahahahaha stupid little thing." He gripped the collar of my shirt pulling me up tell me the candidate is. I attempted to remove the hand but was slammed back onto the floor with a hard thud. My mind echoed with pulsing and pain.

I am going to die. Again.

My vision became dim, but a glint made its way into my vision. I closed my eyes. My gun. It is there.
I used all of my force twisting my body and knocking him to the ground. My hand threw itself to my pistol. The man tackled me to the ground and pinned me. My eyes met his, something came over me. All the pain washed away replaced with adrenaline. My hand moved on its own impossibly quick.

Inhumanly fast. I did not blink as blood splattered my face. My hand did not hesitate as it pulled the trigger.
Hm?
My mind did not register the cut off scream of the man. I didn't breath as an irony taste filled my mouth. The frozen state was broken as the man collasped on top of me.
I let out a small shriek, pushing him off and throwing my gun far away from me. I trembled holding my hand close to my body. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
I shot someone. It was a real gun. My eyes glanced down to the red on my trembling hand. This is blood. This irony taste. Blood! Blood is every where- I shot up spitting out and began rubbing the blood frantically off of myself. I paused slowly turning around to see the man I had just shot. His face was slowly draining of life, a pool of blood forming around his head.
I ran over checking his pulse, he was still alive.
Ha. Hahaha. I haven't killed him. Haha.

What do I do? What the hell am I supposed to do?! He's still alive! I can't just let him die can I? What the hell! You were trying slice this guy up earlier, why you thinking this now Nika? Tsuna would save him though. His pulse faded out. Unimaginable feelings rushed through my body.
My mind started shutting down and the intense headache from before returned.
'Nika! Calm down your going to overload your emotion system!'
'What are you talking about?! I just killed someone!'
'Sorry Nika, I have to do this!'
My mind was suddenly clear. The headache gone. The fear, horror, disgust gone. I pulled out a cell phone. I walked over picking up the pistol and called Reborn.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Reborn I shot someone...and I killed them."
I wiped off the remaining blood on my cheek. The other end of the line was silent.
"Reborn?"
"Hm, oh I'll send someone over...where are you?"
"Wait a bit."
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My mind snapped out of the moment. The bullet frozen in the air continued to move as Aki-sensei continued to speak. My eyes followed the bullet as it fell down into my open palm.
It seemed to fall slowly, spinning with a slight turn. As it did so, I caught a reflection of myself. My eyes stared back on its golden surface, dead and hateful as the man's. Dead brown eyes.

Pat. With a gentle noise it met my palm, eyes still staring. The cool bullet now feeling like ice and filled with resentment. With the slight touch, I reacted even faster than the pulling of the trigger. The bullet was gone, thrown far away from me. I began shaking again picking up from where I was cut off on that day.
Moisture filled my eyes and I began to let tears slip down my face, but wiped them away quickly remembering the feeling of the man's blood. I silently stared at Aki-sensei who stood there absolutely shocked. What had happened in that one toss of bullet.
Heh. When was the last time I cried. My head dully pulsed.
"Nika! What's wrong?" He gripped my shoulders "you are the last person on Earth that would cry. What hell happened?"
I stared up into the sky.
"A murderer died, but the number of killers in the world remains the same...I killed someone. I freakin killed someone..."
I met his eyes, but was surprised. There was absolute understanding in his eyes, not question or shock.
"It's okay, it was going to happen. It's the mafia, and we build weapons, things made to kill." His eyes became somewhat distant. "It could happen anywhere. Whether we're in a country that has massacres everyday or a country where weapons are condoned. You can't run and hide from violence. That's what I learned. Listen, I have killed someone. My brother has killed someone. My girlfriend has killed someone."
I stared at him and I suddenly remembered one of the first conversation I had with him, 'I have created many different types of guns, very interesting some of them actually, but I moved to Japan for a reason. To get away from it all, but you see you can never truly escape the mafia.'
I see. We're all victims in ruling of human nature.
"Go home Nika and just think. You'll be fine."
Reborn watched silently in the background before heading off.
'She'll be fine.'
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I clenched my hand around the metal tools. Trembling fingers moved to make a gun, before shoving it aside. "There, done."
I got up quickly to leave and grabbed my bag. In it the paint gun still remained, but so did the pistol.
I headed to school, stepping onto the campus I took a glance around. There were many smiling faces. I continued on, the world around me for some reason more clear.
"Nika!" I turned around as the group of first years approached. Tsuna walking in the middle.
"Hm? Good morning?" I said before staring at their faces. They're still alive. I'm alright. I smiled, they faltered in their walking. I turned and walked away. It's fine Nika. I sat in my seat in the library before laughing with ridicule. I was afraid of dying a few months ago. Who knew blood would be at my hands. How ridiculous. I am more scared of myself than death.
Reborn suddenly popped up in front of me. I don't need another person to tell me it was the right thing to do.
"You are a murderer", he said I paused "and so is the rest of the mafia."
"I know."
"You did wrong and you will be hated by people. You will kill more people in the future too."
I stared into his dark, blank eyes.
He continued, "Unless you do something about it."
What?
There was silence as I thought.
Reborn spoke up again.
"By the way, get Hibari to go to the ring battle."
"What ring battle? Can't you do it yourself?"
"I tried. Ask Tsuna he's the boss."
...Typical.
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I sat in the library toying with the paint gun, reforming it and trying to give it the ability to convert into something that looked less dangerous, a watch more specifically. However, there was too much excess metal.
Footsteps stopped in front of the table and I looked up. I placed down the semi formed watch.
"Yes, oh great one, what can I do for you today?"
"Nothing much." He smirked pulling something out.
"I heard you could work on these."
"From who?"
"The baby."
"No." I rejected.
"Do you want to get bitten?" Translation: Do you want to die?
"No."
"So then?"
"Fine."
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A/N Forgive me for the atrocities I have commited.