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" WHATEVER YOU WANT, I don't care. " Her tone was cold as she sighed out, lashes fluttering shut in annoyance. But that wasn't very atypical of the mafiosa, seeing how she was constantly in a foul mood.

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☰☲☱ With Walls Held High ☴☵☶☳☷

A NEW TOWN, a new beginning. That was what this was supposed to be. Except, there was a hole in her chest, right where her heart once was. Perhaps it was for the best, because she had been bleeding for a very long time now. At least the pain was slowly ebbing away, save for the knife that had been stabbed in her back. Family was supposed to keep you strong but what do you do when they are the ones that tear you apart?

But they weren't really her family, were they? The only one she was tied to by blood was her father. Her own twin brother only had half her family line; ironically they have different mothers but was born on the same exact day. So in the end, she really had nothing. And so, perhaps she should have expected her father to ship her off, out of the country, where they would no longer have to deal with her.

She had settled in earlier that day, merely because she had very little to her name, and had decided to explore her new home city. There was very little of interest, really, and already she found herself wanting to go back--to her new apartment.

Despite her desires, feet dragged her forward as she wandered through the park, hand absently playing with the charm around her neck. Seeing a crushed can on the sidewalk, she approached it and boredly kicked it--with a little too much force and it went flying, smacking right into someone.

No apology came. No panic nor guilt. Just a very blank stare.

#stxiic #data #yui;threads #i finally did it omg

☰☲☱ With Walls Held High ☴☵☶☳☷

THEY JUST KEPT on coming, didn't they? That was fine by her. The past few days had been stressful, standing around and doing nothing as she waited for their technician to get everything ready. Needless to say, Yui had a lot of pent up energy to release and she could spill some blood. She wasn't like the rest of the family, built around the morals of society modeled by their Juuchihime and the Juudaime before her.

Ryota may be foul-mouthed and quick to temper with his double pistols, but he would not take a life knowing that Ayane would not approve. Atsuro and Kinta were too weak-stomached to handle any real battle, being their newest member -- and by far the weakest. Jasper, who was usually missing on missions like these, was probably second most likely to be a worthy opponent.

And then there was that idiot Ame, her half twin brother. She hated admitting relations to that bumbling idiot who, every time he struck an opponent, apologized for it. His mere presence was enough to fuel her wrath, and each strike of her weapon was done so with no mercy. She was the Unidecimo Cloud Guardian, trained by Hibari himself, and as if she would bring him shame by not performing her very best.

Her battle, not to anyone's surprise, had separated her from the rest of the group. She was much too fast, her blows too sporadic, for anyone to keep up with. No matter how good she was, however, she was still human -- and surprisingly inexperienced. Other than her ruthless training with the Tenth's Skylark, she had never been on a mission to this caliber before. In all honesty, Yui was oblivious to Vongola's history, and she never found it in herself to try and learn it.

The only thing that had mattered to her was staying by Ayane's side. Even if it meant joining the mafia -- it was the least she could do.

She had lasted a lot longer than she thought she would, but so did they. Byakuran's men may be weak, but they had numbers on their side. The Cloudian sunk down to a single knee in pure exhaustion, chest heaving heavily as she tried to pull herself longer. Will this ever end?

‹ Damn it all. . . I'm going to kill her. ›

Good intentions or not, Ayane should not have decided to play hero without discussing it with her first.

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Her body straightened from a crouch, bi-colored locks falling into her face as she did so. Her hands were lethal fists at her side, a faint, purple glow emitting from the ring around her finger. Head snapping up, crystalline hues flitted about, studying the broken and bruised bodies surrounding her. Byakuran's men came in a swarm and she had wasted too much time fighting these weaklings when she could be heading back to base.

And, to make matters worse: someone just had to walk into the scene. A scowl touched her lips as she pivoted on her feet, cold eyes narrowing upon the new-comer. A silent stare-down ensued, no words spoken as her gaze flitted to study the other.

#bondsofeveryonessouls #data #yui;threads

☰☲☱ With Walls Held High ☴☵☶☳☷

Sigh. She hasn't been back from a mission for no more than ten minutes and she already had to deal with this crap. Slamming the car door behind her, the Cloud allowed her cold gaze to cut to the other. " Do you have business with the Boss? " For his sake, she hoped that Xanxus--or at least Squalo--was aware, otherwise who knows why kind of warm greeting he'd receive from them. The Varia Mansion was, to say the least, dangerous and unpredictable. No wonder why Ayane sent her here, it was where she belonged.

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☰☲☱ With Walls Held High ☴☵☶☳☷

Talk about being outside of her comfort zone. Yui knew nothing about technology. How they worked, how to take care of them--and yet it was her self-given mission to make sure the other got the machine working as soon as possible. The status of the time machine was of great importance. With their Juuichihime back in the past, alone and in the grasp of the world's greatest tyrant, it was their duty as their Guardians to get her back. She knew that it was going to be dangerous, but if that was the case, then so be it.

Ever since they had learned of the disappearance of their Boss, the rest of the Unidecimo Guardians prepared for their departure. All the while. Yui had spent a majority of her time lingering in the lab, watching Irie Shouchi work and making sure he stayed focused. After a few, passing hours, she finally spoke with an annoyed click of her tongue.

❝ How much longer? ❞

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{{ —♛ ;; Chiharu didn’t let her escape. He grasped her wrist before pulling her back into his arms. He didn’t care if she hit him, but he did have a deep concern for the girl. “You don’t need to lie to me” He whispers in her ear. “You don’t need to act like a tough gal, you know? You’re only human”

Crystal hues narrowed at his resistance, muscles taut. Such care and consideration, it was completely foreign to her, she had no idea how to make of it. Pulling away once more, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt, eyes narrowed dangerously as her lips curled in a snarl. " I'm fine, it's none of your business, " she stated, tone cold and dangerous.

#waterpoloxhero #data #yui;threads #i meant to ask if this was set #in the domestic au

Namimori Middle. It really has not changed much in the past 25 years, has it? Kyo-aho had taken quite good care of his precious school, and when his son entered middle school, continued his legacy. Thinking about it now, Namimori seemed timeless compared to everything else in her time now; it was the one thing that has yet to change too drastically and carried an air of familiarity. Even now, in this new time, she felt at home in a sense. The halls were the same, the layout itself remained the same--except everything seemed to old and ancient now. But, she expected no less.

Despite being technically new in school, she strode through the halls with purpose in each step. The bell rang above her head and students all hurried to their classes, whispers of the Disciplinary Committee filling her ears. A small scoff escaped her, eyes fluttering shut. So, was this the beginning of Kyouya's reign? It was easy for her to grow amused, but she wasn't very impressed. Though, she would be lying if she said that she wasn't curious about what the Tenth Cloud was like.

Stopping at her assigned room, she lifted a hand and slid the door open. The bubble of chatter reached her ears, she stepped in, regarding the class with a sharp and cool gaze. The chatter died down, turning to silence as they stared at her in wonder. When the sensei came in, she gestured to her and explained how she was a new student.

" Class, this is Katsumi, Emis-san. She is new in town, so please, make her feel welcomed. Now let's see, why don't you take a seat besides Sawada-san, " she murmured, looking up from her roster. " Sawada-san, how about you show her around during break? "

The moment the name was mentioned, crystalline eyes cut toward him. Tsunayoshi Sawada, Vongola's Tenth. This... This was who he really was? She wasn't sure what to think of him, exactly.

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