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kat8chaTitle: Bombs and Baseball and Mummies, oh my!
Author: K8
Rating: At the moment... PG-13.
Pairing: Yamamoto/Gokudera/Tsuna, Byakuran/Shouichi (so far...)
Summary: Based on The Mummy Returns. A frozen vampire gets unfrozen, and Tsuna goes !!!! while Gokudera curses.
Tsuna wasn't all that surprised by the pounding headache as he began to come to. Tsuna wasn't even all that surprised to find his arms and ankles bound together by thick scratchy rope. Things like this just happened when you were identified as 'The Vongola Tenth' or when you were close friends with Gokudera Hayato. Still, Mukuro always used silk or handcuffs when he kidnapped Tsuna, and that Gingerbread guy hadn't seemed like Mukuro's style. "Nnn." Tsuna blinked heavy eyes open and stared at the ceiling. The familiar, stone, arched ceiling. There were voices, and Tsuna could sense a large amount of people around him. Tsuna took a breath, and caught the taste of must, and old dust, and the familiar tang of ancient artifacts. They were in the museum, and they were near the mummy exhibit. Why, oh, why, was it always mummies?
"He's awake." The voice was very similar to one of the men that worked at the museum, an Irie or something, he was often working in the back deciphering ancient scripts. Tsuna carefully levered himself up, and turned to look at the group in the room. It was indeed Irie, though Tsuna couldn't remember his first name, the curator of the museum, Genkishi, Gingerbread, and an assorted number of people Tsuna had never seen before in his life. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Sawada." Shouichi pushed his glasses up, and they reflected firelight at Tsuna, firelight from a rather sizable fire around three feet away. "Though not for long."
"What." Tsuna started to ask, but Genkishi laid a hand on one of his swords. Genkishi was an avid sword collector, and Tsuna had never thought that maybe he should have found it odd that Genkishi also knew how to use those swords. Tsuna swallowed, and fell silent.
Shouichi nodded, the firelight still glittering on his glasses and making it impossible to see his eyes. "Now, onto the main event." Gingerbread had never bothered to look at Tsuna, instead he was looking at the large white object in front of him.
Tsuna looked at it too, stared at it really, especially when Shouichi and Genkishi turned away and opened up an ancient book. The large object was about the height of a man, and the white showed obvious marks of chisels and hammers. It must have been dug out, or broken off. But what was it? The coloration was strange…
Tsuna looked at the top, and realized that the white faded slightly around the edges, becoming clear, and that there was liquid beading on the clear.
It was ice.
An ice mummy? Were they trying to raise some sort of frozen Neanderthal?
Tsuna's thoughts caused him to miss the beginning of the incantation, but once he focused in on the rest his headache nearly doubled in size. Oh god, oh fuck, they couldn't be… why would they… The ice continued to melt as the chanting went on, dribbling onto the stone floor, until it was reduced to a slim, cylindrical white shape, which shattered outward, ice shards flying into the walls, into the fire, into the people gathered if they hadn't moved out of the way. Byakuran stood in the middle of it all, dressed in the clothes Tsuna vaguely remembered from their last encounter, a simple white kalasiris, a white drapping fabric that had a strap over one shoulder and then wrapped around Byakuran's waist, dropping to a hem above Byakuran's ankles.
"Mmm." Byakuran cracked his neck and rubbed it. "It's good to be back." Byakuran looked around the room, his eyes catching on Tsuna's before skipping to the museum's curator. "Is there a reason you called me back?"
"It is the year of the scorpion, my lord." Genkishi stated solemnly.
Byakuran's eyes crinkled into a smile, and his lips twitched. "Mmm, so I see. The scorpion…" Byakuran glanced at Irie then. "And who are you?"
"Irie Shouichi, my lord." Irie cleared his throat and looked nervous. Tsuna, who was quietly inching his way toward the end of the wooden platform he was seated on, could understand. Byakuran's stare was very unnerving, especially when it was being directed at someone with that intensity. Tsuna paused, oh no, not THAT intensity.
"I study dead languages." Irie finished. Tsuna figured he must have helped in translating the book of the dead, and taught the curator the words to say.
"Dead languages?" Byakuran looked mildly surprised, then amused. "But is a language truly dead if someone is speaking it?" Then Byakuran leaned down and whispered something in Shouichi's ear.
Tsuna was almost at the edge of the platform when he spotted a familiar bandolier of explosive materials, and then a familiar stick of dynamite flying through the air. Tsuna dived off the wooden platform and pressed himself up against the stone stand underneath. Seconds later there was an explosion.
"Tenth!" Two figures jumped down from the balcony that lined the walls, Gokudera dropping into a defensive crouch, his cigarette lighting the fuse of two more sticks of dynamite before he tossed them out into the room. Yamamoto's sword came down between Tsuna's legs, slicing away the rope that bound his legs, and then swept up to cut Tsuna's hands free. Tsuna stood and the bits of rope fell onto the floor.
"Tsuna, we have to run." Yamamoto took Tsuna's elbow, and started dragging him off. A white clothed figure approached through the haze Gokudera's explosion had caused, and a shot rang out, the bullet piercing the fog long enough for Tsuna to see the surprised look on the man's face as the bullet took him between the eyes. Gokudera tossed another stick of dynamite before grabbing Tsuna's other arm and beginning to drag him towards a staircase. Tsuna looked up at the balcony.
"Reborn!" Reborn saluted Tsuna with his gun, and then fired another shot into the dust filled room.
Tsuna climbed the steps rapidly, Gokudera and Yamamoto at his sides, and made the mistake of glancing back over his shoulder.
Byakuran was smiling at him, cold ice blue eyes boring into Tsuna's soul. Tsuna stumbled on the steps, dropping from Gokudera and Yamamoto's hands, and fell onto his hands and knees. "Tsunayoshi." The wind seemed to whisper, and Tsuna shuddered violently before he was picked up and hauled off again. There was a noise like something had ripped open, and Tsuna found his mouth go dry and his speed double. That was the sound of Byakuran summoning his golems, creatures made of dust, and sand, and dirt that were amazingly difficult to kill.
They were running through the museum now, and Tsuna hoped that Reborn would get out alright since Tsuna didn't see Reborn following them. Instead Tsuna saw dark, bulky, shadowy figures.
Byakuran's golems, the White Spell.
"The stupid cow's waiting by the car." Gokudera said, pulling Tsuna past a display of canopic jars.
"So what kind of game is this?" Yamamoto questioned. "A c-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP." Gokudera shouted, while Tsuna whimpered slightly. He thought, underneath it all, that Yamamoto might realize all the weird things that happened around Tsuna and Gokudera weren't a game, but you could never tell. "Fucking baseball idiot!"
Pushing through the museum's heavy wooden doors Tsuna had to stifle the urge to put something in front of the doors. It wasn't like the White Spell used doors anyway.
"COW!" Tsuna glanced around at Gokudera's shout, not spotting Lambo anywhere outside the museum, not even standing by the flaming wreck of what had used to be Gokudera's car.
"…ah ha ha, isn't that your car, Gokudera?" Yamamoto questioned, scratching his head in confusion. "Did you park it wrong?"
"That stupid f-" Gokudera cut himself off as he watched a double decker bus pull into the museum parking lot. "What the he-"
"Get in!" Chimed a cheerful looking I-Pin, leaning over Lambo's shoulder and waving at all three. "There was an accident with your car, Gokudera-san!"
Author: K8
Rating: At the moment... PG-13.
Pairing: Yamamoto/Gokudera/Tsuna, Byakuran/Shouichi (so far...)
Summary: Based on The Mummy Returns. A frozen vampire gets unfrozen, and Tsuna goes !!!! while Gokudera curses.
Tsuna wasn't all that surprised by the pounding headache as he began to come to. Tsuna wasn't even all that surprised to find his arms and ankles bound together by thick scratchy rope. Things like this just happened when you were identified as 'The Vongola Tenth' or when you were close friends with Gokudera Hayato. Still, Mukuro always used silk or handcuffs when he kidnapped Tsuna, and that Gingerbread guy hadn't seemed like Mukuro's style. "Nnn." Tsuna blinked heavy eyes open and stared at the ceiling. The familiar, stone, arched ceiling. There were voices, and Tsuna could sense a large amount of people around him. Tsuna took a breath, and caught the taste of must, and old dust, and the familiar tang of ancient artifacts. They were in the museum, and they were near the mummy exhibit. Why, oh, why, was it always mummies?
"He's awake." The voice was very similar to one of the men that worked at the museum, an Irie or something, he was often working in the back deciphering ancient scripts. Tsuna carefully levered himself up, and turned to look at the group in the room. It was indeed Irie, though Tsuna couldn't remember his first name, the curator of the museum, Genkishi, Gingerbread, and an assorted number of people Tsuna had never seen before in his life. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Sawada." Shouichi pushed his glasses up, and they reflected firelight at Tsuna, firelight from a rather sizable fire around three feet away. "Though not for long."
"What." Tsuna started to ask, but Genkishi laid a hand on one of his swords. Genkishi was an avid sword collector, and Tsuna had never thought that maybe he should have found it odd that Genkishi also knew how to use those swords. Tsuna swallowed, and fell silent.
Shouichi nodded, the firelight still glittering on his glasses and making it impossible to see his eyes. "Now, onto the main event." Gingerbread had never bothered to look at Tsuna, instead he was looking at the large white object in front of him.
Tsuna looked at it too, stared at it really, especially when Shouichi and Genkishi turned away and opened up an ancient book. The large object was about the height of a man, and the white showed obvious marks of chisels and hammers. It must have been dug out, or broken off. But what was it? The coloration was strange…
Tsuna looked at the top, and realized that the white faded slightly around the edges, becoming clear, and that there was liquid beading on the clear.
It was ice.
An ice mummy? Were they trying to raise some sort of frozen Neanderthal?
Tsuna's thoughts caused him to miss the beginning of the incantation, but once he focused in on the rest his headache nearly doubled in size. Oh god, oh fuck, they couldn't be… why would they… The ice continued to melt as the chanting went on, dribbling onto the stone floor, until it was reduced to a slim, cylindrical white shape, which shattered outward, ice shards flying into the walls, into the fire, into the people gathered if they hadn't moved out of the way. Byakuran stood in the middle of it all, dressed in the clothes Tsuna vaguely remembered from their last encounter, a simple white kalasiris, a white drapping fabric that had a strap over one shoulder and then wrapped around Byakuran's waist, dropping to a hem above Byakuran's ankles.
"Mmm." Byakuran cracked his neck and rubbed it. "It's good to be back." Byakuran looked around the room, his eyes catching on Tsuna's before skipping to the museum's curator. "Is there a reason you called me back?"
"It is the year of the scorpion, my lord." Genkishi stated solemnly.
Byakuran's eyes crinkled into a smile, and his lips twitched. "Mmm, so I see. The scorpion…" Byakuran glanced at Irie then. "And who are you?"
"Irie Shouichi, my lord." Irie cleared his throat and looked nervous. Tsuna, who was quietly inching his way toward the end of the wooden platform he was seated on, could understand. Byakuran's stare was very unnerving, especially when it was being directed at someone with that intensity. Tsuna paused, oh no, not THAT intensity.
"I study dead languages." Irie finished. Tsuna figured he must have helped in translating the book of the dead, and taught the curator the words to say.
"Dead languages?" Byakuran looked mildly surprised, then amused. "But is a language truly dead if someone is speaking it?" Then Byakuran leaned down and whispered something in Shouichi's ear.
Tsuna was almost at the edge of the platform when he spotted a familiar bandolier of explosive materials, and then a familiar stick of dynamite flying through the air. Tsuna dived off the wooden platform and pressed himself up against the stone stand underneath. Seconds later there was an explosion.
"Tenth!" Two figures jumped down from the balcony that lined the walls, Gokudera dropping into a defensive crouch, his cigarette lighting the fuse of two more sticks of dynamite before he tossed them out into the room. Yamamoto's sword came down between Tsuna's legs, slicing away the rope that bound his legs, and then swept up to cut Tsuna's hands free. Tsuna stood and the bits of rope fell onto the floor.
"Tsuna, we have to run." Yamamoto took Tsuna's elbow, and started dragging him off. A white clothed figure approached through the haze Gokudera's explosion had caused, and a shot rang out, the bullet piercing the fog long enough for Tsuna to see the surprised look on the man's face as the bullet took him between the eyes. Gokudera tossed another stick of dynamite before grabbing Tsuna's other arm and beginning to drag him towards a staircase. Tsuna looked up at the balcony.
"Reborn!" Reborn saluted Tsuna with his gun, and then fired another shot into the dust filled room.
Tsuna climbed the steps rapidly, Gokudera and Yamamoto at his sides, and made the mistake of glancing back over his shoulder.
Byakuran was smiling at him, cold ice blue eyes boring into Tsuna's soul. Tsuna stumbled on the steps, dropping from Gokudera and Yamamoto's hands, and fell onto his hands and knees. "Tsunayoshi." The wind seemed to whisper, and Tsuna shuddered violently before he was picked up and hauled off again. There was a noise like something had ripped open, and Tsuna found his mouth go dry and his speed double. That was the sound of Byakuran summoning his golems, creatures made of dust, and sand, and dirt that were amazingly difficult to kill.
They were running through the museum now, and Tsuna hoped that Reborn would get out alright since Tsuna didn't see Reborn following them. Instead Tsuna saw dark, bulky, shadowy figures.
Byakuran's golems, the White Spell.
"The stupid cow's waiting by the car." Gokudera said, pulling Tsuna past a display of canopic jars.
"So what kind of game is this?" Yamamoto questioned. "A c-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP." Gokudera shouted, while Tsuna whimpered slightly. He thought, underneath it all, that Yamamoto might realize all the weird things that happened around Tsuna and Gokudera weren't a game, but you could never tell. "Fucking baseball idiot!"
Pushing through the museum's heavy wooden doors Tsuna had to stifle the urge to put something in front of the doors. It wasn't like the White Spell used doors anyway.
"COW!" Tsuna glanced around at Gokudera's shout, not spotting Lambo anywhere outside the museum, not even standing by the flaming wreck of what had used to be Gokudera's car.
"…ah ha ha, isn't that your car, Gokudera?" Yamamoto questioned, scratching his head in confusion. "Did you park it wrong?"
"That stupid f-" Gokudera cut himself off as he watched a double decker bus pull into the museum parking lot. "What the he-"
"Get in!" Chimed a cheerful looking I-Pin, leaning over Lambo's shoulder and waving at all three. "There was an accident with your car, Gokudera-san!"
