#naturalbornhitman

[vraceni]

"Senpai! Happy birthday~ Let's meet up after practice and celebrate, ne?"

             ❛   CELEBRATE TO THE EXTREME !!     ❜        ——————– that’s a yes. 

[vraceni]

                      ❛   YAMAMOTO !!!!!  ❜    &  cupped hands make the shout louder, hopefully successfully getting the other’s attention. the boxer standing below,places his hands on his hips, rolling from one tennis shoe clad foot to the other. already bouncing with energy despite the early hour.    @naturalborn-hitman​

[queenharumiura]

naturalborn-hitman replied to your post: Yellow~

[Omg bb .//////. The compliment was for you and how i overlooked orange is beyond me but-! I definitely hear Haru when i read your writing. You’re legit perfect cx]

Hm? Ehehe~ I know the compliment was for me, but I love to return compliments with my own~ >w< Oho? Why thank you! I’m honored to be told that. I work hard to write Haru to the best of my ability.

[queenharumiura]

Yellow~

From the color [x] meme

Yellow: Your writing us great! Keep it up!

Thank you very much! I’m glad that you think so! I also give you yellow and also Orange (’I can hear Yamamoto’s voice in your writing’)

[ananasillusionista]

[六] -   “Hmph    You are a poor liar as you                 let those emotions show opening.                 Did the little terrorist plant a cruel                bomb on you? “ 

[ananasillusionista]

[cleansingflame-blog]

@naturalborn-hitman

The scent of blood and death hung heavy in the night air as several more bodies hit the ground before remaining lifeless. Gunshots followed by shouts of desperation to drive back the Vongola dogs filled the night as Takeshi remained unfazed to the sound of death that surrounded them. Tightening his grip on his Katana as he easily slashed through flesh and bone, the Rain stole a glance towards his men who were engaged in their own battles. 

 “Move forward and leave no survivors!” 

 Exactly when had it been where he had stopped having night terrors of the men and women he had slayed under Tsuna’s order? How long had it been since he’d last felt remorse or even regret for taking away someone else’s family? Honestly, Takeshi could no longer recall nor did he fell that it mattered anymore. After all, the mafia world was a constant battlefield and even one small act of mercy could later endanger those important to him.

 Feeling the first few drops of rain begin to fall, Takeshi paid it no mind as he focused on the blonde female; no older than eighteen who braved getting caught in his path. 

What a shame. She would have grown up to be beautiful.

Dismissing the thought as quick as it had appeared, the raven haired awaited her first move. The cold drops of rain began to fall faster as he steadied his breathing. Cold heavy drops of rain fell in heavy sheets as they both eyes their opponent. Taking that as her cue to attack, the blonde girl rushed towards him, blue eyes blazing with pure hatred for the hand they played in her family’s death. 

 Deflecting the blow that was aimed for his stomach, a brief flicker of surprise flashed though her orbs, but that was all Takeshi needed for an opening. Taking his chance, he skilfully slid his Katana right through her heart, assuring her a quick and hopefully painless death. 

Sliding the weapon out from her body, he made no move to catch the falling her as she crumpled to the ground, the sound of it lost against the rain. 

 Feeling a pair of eyes on his frame from behind, Takeshi whipped around expecting another enemy, instead he was greeted with the sight of his younger self soaked with rain; a stark contrast to his own bloody appearance.

[xtrinsic-blog1]

                         ☾ ★ ┆ @naturalborn-hitman  ☽

She’s seen a lot of strange things in her life, but all those unusual experiences pale against what had just happened. What happened, anyway? 

All she wanted to do was get out of the house. Take a break from her endless hours of studying ( and occasional and extended breaks in between. ) Not to mention she was long over - due for a cup of coffee, especially if she planned on staying up long enough to get through the night’s assignment.

The cord of her headphones dangled around her neck, connected to her phone as music blasted in her ears. Despite it being quite warm out, a light cardigan hung around her shoulders, the ends billowing on passing air currents as she walked. For the most part, her eyes reamained down-cast, focused on her moving feet than the passing people along the sidewalks.

Which, on its own, may have been her downfall. It was the  sound of chaotic laughter which had called for her attention, doe eyes quick to snap up. The next thing she knew, a... A cow baby??? Was running her way, being chased by what she assumed to be a Chinese toddler. “C--Careful!” Eiko calls out in a slight panic, but it was too late: the ( cow? ) baby tripped, and something fell out of that messy mane of a hair --

                            -- and swallowed her whole.

Wheezes and coughs escaped the lamb as the dark plume of grey smoke started to ebb away. Hand clutched at her throat, which ached due to her chronic bronchitis,  the woman slowly winced open an eye. Panic was quick to wash over her when she finds herself on some unknown premise. Stumbling to her feet, she digs through her pockets.

Wrapping her headphones around her cell, she stuffed it away  before reaching for her back pocket. Though illegal, she always kept some kind of knife on her. Clenching it tightly, unsheathed, in her hand, trembling feet carried her forward as she rounded a corner, looking for some form of indication of where she was.

Hearing a sound behind her, brown hair fanned around her face as she whirled around, eyes widening before a loud, high-pitched scream filled the air.