TRINISETTE,Unleashed

Chapter 4:Sfortuna del Nemico

Elzack smirked at the wondrous scene before him; buildings on fire, men and women begging for their life, children crying and screaming, the smell of blood and smoke in the air. It was a work of art in his eyes. He breathed everything in as if the burning debris was a delightful aroma. This is how it should be.

"Sir." One of his subordinates called him to attention as they dragged a filthy-looking woman (probably a beggar) and threw her by his feet.

"What is this?" he asked, disgusted. Such filth like her aren't needed in this world.

"She bears the Vongola crest, a spy sir." His subordinate replied.

"Oh?" he mused. Looks are deceitful after all. Tilting her head up with the tip of his shoe, he smiled cruelly and kicked her aside. "Lead us to the Vongola and we will spare your life." Or might as well not, he thought.

She spat at him, her eyes full of rebellion. She stood up shakily, leaning against the wall for support. Wiping her mouth against her sleeve she grinned.

"Do you take the Vongola as weaklings? You pieces of trash don't even know the word loyalty!" she screeched out loud as she whipped a knife from her sleeve. If she would die, then she will take some of them with her. Elzack was quick to act and had disarmed the woman with one hand, and the other at her neck to hang her in the air . She clawed his hands but to no avail, he merely tightened his fingers as she choked. He loved it when the light of life left the eyes of his victims. He was aggravated when someone called for his attention.

"Can't you see I'm enjoying this?" he growled.

His subordinate flinched, "But sir! Someone is attacking us and it's not the Vongola!" he said. With this, Elzack dropped the woman, leaving her gasping for air on the ground. The woman was left limp on the floor.

"How many men are there?" he asked. His subordinate paled, afraid of how Elzack would react to the news.

"Sir… they're not men… there are three of them." He said carefully.

Elzack's mustache quivered as his face went red, he was angry. Three? Who would be insanely strong like that?

"And what do you mean not men?" he asked in a low dangerous tone.

"Ch-ch-ch-childern sir!" he stuttered out. Elzack's face went into a deep shade of red.

"ARE YOU FOOLING WITH ME I-"

BOOM! A loud explosion knocked them out of balance as a building near them crumbled to the ground. Rubble and dirt flew their way and blocked their vision. Elzack covered his face. As the dust began to clear up, within it he saw a small figure walking towards. He squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look. A child appeared with black eyes and hair, holding a pair of the most unusual weapons he had ever seen on his side.

Hibari Kyoya had appeared. His weapons, stained with the blood of his victims.

"You, the one with the ugly mustache." Hibari pointed his steel weapon at Elzack. "You're noisy."

Surprise left his face, replaced by rage. "What did you call me you brat?" Elzack snarled, heavily insulted.

Hibari yawned but his eyes showed the lust for battle. Even from this distance they could sense the hostile energy emanating from the boy. It was so strong that even the less skilled were able to feel it and flinched.