Red Storm

Gokudera Vespucci Maria was a soft spoken woman with the brightest blue eyes that the man had ever seen. Gokudera Silviano never regretted having married her, despite having had the whole family telling him not to. She wasn't part of a mafia family, nor was she rich. She was a small piano star, barely raising out of the hordes of young, talented people. She was small too, small like a young teenager that barely started to mature after a grow spurt. Oh, she didn't look like a child, far from it. But she barely reached his chest and her arms were just long enough to touch her own fingers when she hugged him. Her hair was long, of a platinium blonde color and her blue eyes were charming and filled with a naive joy and kindness. Maria had this habit of wearing decent, long and pastel colored dresses. She wore only a small silver cross around her neck, gift from her deceased mother, who was half japanese.

Gokudera Vespucci Maria was all the contraties of Gokudera Silviano, twentieth head of the Gokudera Mafia Family in Italy that was now allianced with Japan's Yakuza's and the Hidden Village in Blood where Akafuzen rezided. Silviano was a tall, very tall man with a large chest and big muscled arms and legs. He was violent, ruthless, easily angered and crude. He wore always black suits and white dress shirts, accompanied with a hat, a cigarette and white leather shoes. He had earned the "Bloody White Foot" for the reason that after each fight, his shoes would be stained with many spots of blood, leaving now pinkish traces on them, which aren't possible to clean out. He was proud of it though and thus refused to change his shoes for new ones.

How two people so different in aspects, characters and society met, was actually plainly simple; mafia are "respectable" people, always invited to parties, opera's music concerts and what not. Vespucci Maria was the solist at a music concert in honor of Shubert and Bach. The man immediately fell for her soft voice and music, deciding to marry her on the spot.

A child was born of this unwanted union: a boy. Sadly, for the poor infant, his birth date also meant the signature of the war pact between his family and that of the Keichika, a yakuza family in Japan, filled with missing ninjas. But also the sealing of a japanese bijuu inside of him: the Kyuubi. His uncle, Maria's sister, sealed it inside of him, on the order of Silviano. This cruel act was encouraged by the fact the Keichika were after it, wishing to create havoc and pain around them and that he trusted his son to keep the bijuu out of the wrong hands.

A year passed and Silviano died in a shooting battle, thanks to a ninja who had sneaked up to him with a genjutsu. The last words of the great man were for his son: "Be okay. I trust you."
The poor Maria, who was already weak of spirit, broke completely. She didn't recognize her son anymore, just seeing him as one of her husband's apprentices and simply taught him the piano. The child, a silver haired toddler was always kind to her, helping her, pouring all his love towards her. The child didn't understand what was going on, but he felt the distress coming from the poor woman. As any small human who just started it's life, he needed love and accepted any he could get. Even if it was from a crazy woman who kept on pushing him away by telling him he wasn't her son while the rest of the men said he was.

Gokudera Silviano never got the time to regret his marriage, nor his rash actions that put his beloved in danger. He also never got to regret having put so many on his son's shoulders nor that he hadn't listened to his men's words, telling that Vespucci Maria would bring him bad luck.
For a tough guy, he was dangerously naive.

And Gokudera Hayato payed the price for it.

Gokudera Hayato never knew his mom enough to really remember her. He only remembered her hair, the long wavy silver hair he used to touch so fondly and plait it so often, to Maria's great delight. He also remembered her giggles, that sounded like a silver clock, ringing to announce joy and peace. And he considered himself lucky, now at the age of five that he never saw how she got killed in an atrocious ninjutsu.

But he was now an orphan, without anyone he could rely on. The Gokudera family was disowned, trampled on and simply reduced to dust. How he had escaped from the massmurdering done by the Keichika was a mystery. And he didn't care about it. He was alive, hungry and cold; living in the streets without any help was hard and difficult, especially for a kid who had been sheltered for all it's life.
It was a man, a doctor who found him, half dead on his doorstep, two weeks after the Gokudera masshomicide. The man, one of the greatest perverts and selfish bastard's on the planet, took pity of Hayato and took him immediately in; his job as a doctor was to save lifes after all.

When Gokudera saw Shamal for the first time, he freaked out because he was half-naked, in a bath, where the doctor was cleaning him. The result of this meeting was limit disastrous, because of the damage done in the bathroom. Apparently, the kid managed to punch the wall between the bathroom and the sleeping room of the man to dust.
A half an hour later, when Gokudera was fully clothed again, wrapped in a blanket and a cup of warm milk in his hands, Shamal could finally relax again, trying not to think too hard about how he was going to pay the damage caused to the hotel room.

He sat down in front of Gokudera, on the same bed and gave him a good look. He was five years old, maybe a little younger. His silver hair, that had been full of dirt and of an unrecognisable color earlier, was now shining softly under the lights, framing his face in a rather cute way. His eyes were still doe like, filled with naive feelings and views over the world. His skin was pale and thin, too thin in fact, almost being transparant. His hands were bony and his nails had shown him that no one had taken care of the kid in a long time. It was a miracle that he was still living, really.
"What's your name?"
"Gokudera Hayato." was the scruffy reply.
Shamal stopped himself from taking a sharp breath in. The kid had survived thanks to the bijuu inside of him. In what for trouble did he place himself this time? The Kage lady had already been an adventure in itself, but this kid would make his life hell, literally.

"-name?"
Snapping out of his thoughts, Shamal gave Gokudera a dumb look. The kid huffed and rolled his eyes. Ah, typical move from his father, Silviano. He had thus only inherited the looks of his mother, letting have all the pretty sides of his dad. Oh joy.
"Your name, pervert."
Letting the authoritary and nasty tone slip for the night, Shamal answered calmly.
"Shamal. Doctor Shamal."
"Thanks for helping me."
And on that, the kid fell asleep, letting Shamal swallow a scream of the feeling of hot milk spilled over his pants.


A few weeks passed and Shamal was finally done with his mission and ready to go home. Gokudera had grown attatched to him and despite the fact Shamal often complained about how he wasn't a girl, he was also quie fond of the child. Hayato had some sort of sharp tongue mixed with naivety that it was refreshing to be around him. His never ending curiosity and bright spirit made it agreeable to discuss with him, even about difficult subjects.
Gokudera was fascinated with the trident mousqitos the doctor kept and used as weapons to poison and kill his enemies.

"I hold 666 infectious deadly illnesses inside of my body." Shamal had declared him on their way back 'home'.
Hayato's eyes doubled size as he gawked at the tall man. He was carrying a small backpack and wearing new clothes, courtesy of Shamal. He was wearing a sky blue shirt, with a black jacket under it and black, baggy pants which hid his new sneakers. His silver hair had been more or less cut properly by the Doctor's unexperienced hands and had now a similar hairstyle as Shamal, the front bangs reaching right under his hair and the rest reached his shoulders, parted in the middle by a straight line. The kid thought he looked cool and had begged Shamal not to touch it anymore, to which he had complied. Cutting hair with a scalpel was a pain after all.
"How come you're not dead yet?!" piped Hayato out, stil baffled by the revelation.
"Because each of the diseases has it's counter part. For example, if I have an illness that gives a great fever, I'll have one in my body that lowers my body temperature. So, it all balances well out." he replied with a grin on his face.
"...That's not possible." mumbled the silver haired kid with a frown. "You're a liar!"
"Are you telling me that you know my job better?" replied Shamal with a hint of irritation.
Gokudera huffed and sped up his pace to avoid any more confrontation. Shamal just grinned, following him with his usual lazy pace.

This kid sure was amusing.