PLEASE NOTE: I DO NOT OWN KHR OR ANY OTHER ANIME MENTIONED IN THIS STORY
Instructions for reader before reading story
To understand the story 100%, it is good if you know of the Vongola’s and the Varia’s scramble for the Guardian rings and a little knowledge of some other animes…
[in this story, the Storm battle is the first battle]
CHAPTER FOUR – THE RED-EYED NINJA
Tsuna, Yamamoto and Gokudera walked to school with bleary eyes. Yesterday, they celebrated Luffy’s win until early in the morning. They even waved goodbye to him as he boarded the train to the airport. Today they had to had Mama shake all of them to wake them up. Even if they left their beds, they still did not feel fully awake and were dozing off every few minutes.
“Sawada-san, are you listening?” asked the teacher , looking at Tsuna sternly.
“Yes…yes sensei!” Tsuna cried, snapping out from his drowsiness.
“Repeat what I said just now.”
“I, er, I… ” Tsuna stammered.
Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door and the teacher walked over to open it. Tsuna sighed in relief; he was not going to be scolded. The teacher spoke with the person standing outside the door for a few moments before turning around and saying, “Sawada-san, your mother wants to see you.”
Tsuna could not think of anything bad he had done that day, except for his fail grade in his math test, which he hoped was not the reason why his mother wanted to see him at this time. He walked cautiously out of the classroom. His mother was outside, standing with a strange man in a black robe with traditional cloud patterns. The man had piercing red eyes that seemed to be able to read the mind of others.
“Tsu-chan! This man came to our house and insisted on seeing you. “Mama said. Leaning closer to him, she whispered,” He was so insistent to see you that he threatened to set fire to the house, so I brought him here.”
Tsuna stole a sideway glance at the stranger. Yes, he did look dangerous and even more mysterious than the swordsman Kanda-san a few days ago. The stranger seemed to not say much, and had no expression on his face, not even anger or impatience.
“Yamaguchi-sensei, I’ll be bringing my son home for the day. Is it okay?” Mama stuck her head into the classroom and told the teacher.
“Yes, yes, even if he stayed he would not learn anything either.” Yamaguchi-sensei replied in an uncaring tone.
Even though Tsuna could not see Gokudera’s face, he knew that the silver-haired teenager was on the verge of pouncing onto Yamaguchi-sensei and bombing him apart.
Giving one last glance to the classroom, he set off home with Mama and the quiet stranger.
On the way home, the silent stranger finally spoke.
“Boss of the Vongola, I have to speak to you in private. Can we go somewhere alone?”
Tsuna shivered. He hoped the stranger was not some strange assassin wanting to kill him once they were alone. However, he also did not want to worry Mama, who was anxiously waiting for his reply too.
They entered a ramen stall that looked almost ancient. The shop owner greeted the stranger.
“Uchiha-sama, good morning.”
The stranger sat on the stools by the ramen stand and gestured for Tsuna to sit down too. He ordered two bowls of ramen and introduced himself.
“I’m Itachi Uchiha, leader of the Akatsuki and the one of the last few Uchihas left in Japan.”
“U…Uchiha? I’ve read about your stories in a ninja novel and I’m quite a great fan of yours!” Tsuna couldn’t believe it. His idol for years, standing in the flesh right in front of him!
Itachi didn’t say anything but instead smiled. Ruffling Tsuna’s hair, he sighed,” You look just like my baby brother, innocent and small. He should be as old as you now.”
“What happened to him?” Tsuna asked with concern in his voice.
“He…he became a minion of Orchimaru’s. That sly snake laid his hands on him and planted some sort of poison in his system.”
The brown haired boy widened his eyes in shock as he gasped audibly.
Itachi held his head in his hands and continued in a quivering voice, “It…it was my fault…If I didn’t leave home and betray my clan, he would still be…alive…”
Tsuna leaned over and patted the aged man’s shoulder.
“No, I believe it wasn’t your fault. You had a reason to do the things you did.”
“Thank…thank you, Boss of the Vongola. Now I understand why I accepted this job. I wanted to help people who would make peace, not war. Konoha has indeed received a lot of help from the Vongola in the past few years.”
They finished their ramen and Itachi returned to the hotel he was staying at.
At home, Tsuna glanced at the clock. School should have ended by now, he thought. As he was thinking of whether to go out to inform his guardians of the person battling the Mist Battle, Gokudera and Yamamoto burst into the living room.
“Tenth! Tenth! What was that weird man in the morning?” the dynamite guy shouted, jumping up and down for no apparent reason.
“Oh? You mean Itachi? He’s replacing Mukuro for the Mist Battle tonight.” Tsuna patiently explained.
“Wow, what’s he like?” the baseball pro asked.
“He is just someone that can be trusted.” The Tenth answered simply.
The guardians of the Vongola and Varia assembled in the school gym for the Mist Battle. Itachi was standing before Mammon, ready to battle.
“I can read your mind. You think I’ll be easy to beat, right?” the hooded Arcobaleno muttered.
“To me, you’re just small prey,” laughed Itachi, “You won’t last long against me.”
“We’ll see,” snarled Mammon.
The Cervello walked up to the two contestants of the battle and announced the start of the Mist Battle.
Eying the other’s movements, Itachi and Mammon circled endlessly on the spot. Spotting a weakness, Mammon conjured an illusion.
Within moments, Itachi found himself being stabbed over and over by no one other than his precious brother, Sasuke! Mouth filled with blood, his vision blurred.
“Itachi-san! Get up! It’s just an illusion!” Tsuna yelled.
This seemed to have awoken the black-robed man from his trance. Picking himself up from the ground, he said to a shocked Mammon, “That old-school trick won’t work on me.”
He activated his Mangekyo and stared straight at Mammon. In an instant, the hooded baby saw that he was in a room…his own room! Two huge hands came from the door and took all his money, which was in a drawer. He stood there, and was unable to do anything as his feet were bound to the floor. The hands took a lighter from the shelf, and started to burn his money, all of it!
Mammon screamed in rage, and writhed in the grasp of the spell that held him to the ground.
“No! No! NOOOO!” gasped, breathless, and fainted.
“Vongola has won the Mist guardian battle,” the Cervello announced.
The members of the Varia groaned. How did the Vongola get their hands on the top illusionist in Japan? Tsuna hardly looked like anyone who had good contacts with the best fighters in the world. This battle aroused their suspicion. There must be someone helping them, could it be the Ninth?