Me: Lol, a story out of a whim. Not sure whether to continue it or not ~

But I like bringing out my imaginations a lot. I have so many ideas in my mind that it would explode right out of my mind one day. But I'm still an amateur writer so I'll keep writing and learning till I can achieve my goal!

Hope you enjoy it!

Starting Life Once Again

Wetness. The smell of rain.

He processes those factors as his mind turns awake.

After a few minutes of letting his body adjust to what had happened, he opens his eyes to find that a small part of his face is dipped into one of the dirty puddle of the black ground… black ground…?

His eyes shifted towards the black sky, barely seeing the outline of heavy clouds.

... It's still night time… He process slowly, but he didn't seem surprised or confused. It just irritates him a little that everything looks a little bit darker to his eyes…

Slowly, he picks himself up of the ground ignoring how his wet clothes seemed to be dragging him down, letting his mind assess his surroundings. His white-eyes glowed as lightning strike across the black sky, showing anyone who has seen them how fast they shifted around the environment he is in.

Road. He's in the middle of the road… that explains the black ground…

His mind then replays back to the events that seem to have happened not too long ago.

He knows for a fact that he was just with his sister, in their apartment. It was neither a dream nor a hallucination. He wasn't sure why he was so firm on that ideal; but he had the gut feeling that something drastic had happened. But he wasn't one to worry about it too much.

As always, he adjusted his mind to the situation and start thinking about the prime priority at hand. He didn't survive all these years just because he was worrying about the future. Throw away logic and go with the flow. That's how most things are anyway and Damiano didn't mind that. His sister is just one of those things he had to adjust to constantly. It became a habit now that he doesn't even need to do it consciously.

His sister…

He remembered a dark black … hole… or was it some kind of entity? Damiano could remember a dark shape of some kind though he couldn't assess what the shape is or make out what the shape could be. At first, there was a dark hole but then he remembers seeing a figure in that dark hole. He doesn't understand what is going on (nor does he care to understand what is going on at the same time- as long as his sister is safe) but something sinister (it's felt more… like a playful sinister than anything else) wanted to consume his sister… Before he could fight back, he was taken along also…

Whoever or whatever that person or thing was: Damiano is going to kill them later.

Lightning flash in the distance, his eyes glowing for a short moment once again.

He then heard a rough cough, his gaze switching from the sky towards the unconscious figure lying on the road. He recognized that long golden hair anywhere…

Hastily, he dashed towards the figure, adjusting his footing to the ground so he wouldn't slip on the water, and slid next to the stilled body. He carefully lifts up his sister.

"…Rie."

Her only response was a shiver. He needs to get her out of this rain, who knows how long they have been lying in the water…

With that in mind he stood up, cradling his sister in his arms.

His eyes swept over on the road they are in… it looks familiar…

An abandon highway… was the thought that came to his head without even the need to think it through. He wasn't sure as to why he had known that… but it seemed logical in his mind.

Despite how misty the area seemed to be because of the rain, he could see it as clear as the day itself, his eyes completely adjusted to the dark. It wasn't the first time his eyes did this to him and though it sounds inhuman, he never thought twice about it.

There, he could see a gate…

Quietly, the aloof teen walks over to the gate knowing that there would be a place for him and his sister to take cover from the rain. Blank faced and without emotions, he took off his shirt, leaving his chest bare, and covers his sister with the clothing. It's wet but at least it would provide some shelter from the rain itself for the time being.

Despite that his wet muddy sweatpants are getting heavier, he continues to move without a problem. He just only wished that his sister wore something a lot warmer… than a pair of shorts and a t-shirt… she'll get a cold…

Reaching the gates, he pushes it open without a problem. Maybe it was just luck that it was unlocked?

He looks up towards the building; the lightning flashes once again.

Pictures went through his head as he immediately recognized the place.

"…Kokuyo land…"

He already knows that this is not a dream. He knows that this is reality.

Wordlessly, he went towards the main building of the run-down amusement park.

Knowing that the rain isn't hitting his sister anymore is a comforting thought to him. The place isn't suitable for living condition but it's enough for now. His bare feet pattered against the cold cemented floor and he made sure to weave around the broken glass.

Damiano was dripping wet and it doesn't look like he was about to dry up anytime soon. His sister is in the same condition shivering and snuggling into him for more warmth. He held her tightly and quietly moves on, trying to find a room where they could temporarily stay before deciding their next move.

Damiano is anything but oblivious or arrogant. He understood where he is at and what situation they are in. Who knew that reading all of those KHR books could be so much of use…

"Kufufufu… it seems as if we have an intruder…"

Damiano slowly puts himself into a stop, making sure not to rattle his sister. His eyes narrow for only a fraction; he recognizes that voice. He didn't pay for those expensive two KHR concert tickets for nothing…

Slowly, the drenched teen turn his eyes towards where he knew dangerous teen would be. How he knew; that's a factor that he doesn't even know for himself.

With a steady gaze and a strong stature, he took in the eyes that would probably appear in the nightmares of those who were weak minded. He could clearly see the kanji sign in the red eye even in the dark, gazing at him menacingly.

Then again, it doesn't matter if he saw those eyes or the very noticeable hair-style that is shaped like a pineapple. His aura is enough to alert him that he is not in a favorable situation.

Rokudo Mukuro…

The name echoed through his mind like a plague, well aware of the formidable force.

The soon to be Mist Guardian of the Vongola family, the man who came back from hell and went back again, the deadly illusionist that made others tremble to their knees-

Rokudo Mukuro is right here in front of him.

Me: Yosha! Finish with this chapter!

Lol, I got everything planned out *twinkle in the eye* muwahaha- *cough cough*