Of Speed and Peace [Denahi]

[Maria Thereza Sant'Anna Vieira]

[atrb=style, width: 470px; height: 670px; background-image: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r23plc.gif); border-radius: 4em 4em 4em 4em; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 4em 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 4em 4em; padding: 15 15 15 15;] AS I WISHPER IN YOUR EAR Wordcount: 771. Tag: Denahi Place: Somewhere. Song: Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge Notes: Maria's Harley [x] The sun was high in the sky. Burning down whatever dared to step under it's killing rays. It had been so for a few days already, it seemed that summer was getting worse – some shit about global warming and climate change as it seemed, well, only the strongest will survive – and was far from going back to what it was before. In the blue sky, clouds moved with the strong wind that picked up, coming from far on the sea, moving the trees on it's path. Tough, something was going faster than it. The long highway extended to far beyond where the eye could see. And to that extent of space no car cound be seen. Almost nobody used this highway, just a few people with fast cars wanting to see how fast they could go. Most had no idea where the highway ended, but it gave them some fun. Today though a lone rider made her way on the long highway. The speed was so fast that she passed as a shadow on the straigh lines, slowing down and curving her body along the curves of the highway, just to pick up again later on. The motorcycle made a roaring sond as if it was a wild animal, it was a jaguar at full speed and it's rider was the wild spirit ruling the highway. For her, the sun didn't matter, her tan skin was more than prepared to stand it's power. Clad in dark clothing she kept on. She was actually going somewhere. It was not just about testing her bike at full speed, she knew the machine's power, she was actually resting to clear her mind a bit, and for that she was seeking a far away place. The motorcycle pulled out of the highway. It started going up in a small cliff. From there one could see from far away the sea and closer the small city below. Turning off the motorcycle, the roar stopped and the driver pulled her helmet off. Her hands quickly freed her hair from it's loose bun, long black curly locks falling over her shoulders an back, black eyes scanning the place – peace, at once, there were only 2 ways to get to where she was now, either coming from the village or from the highway, and she was seeing nobody around. Peace, at least. Even the Varia Boss needed it sometimes, Maria was growing tired of the madness of her squad. Still gloved hands rubbed stiff tired shoulders. The black haired assassin had been planning to get away for quite a while now. She had no idea of what she would do here – she had actually brought tools to try and check out what was that metalic sound on her motorcycle but she wasn't sure if she'd check it out now or not – but she was better off alone for some time. Lilith had recieved straight orders to not let anybody enter her quarters or her officer and to answer no questions about her Boss. For now, the Varia Boss decided to sit down and rest, it was a hell of a hot day. She was wearing small black boots, a pair of shorts and a large stripped black and grey shirt, so loose that one of the shoulders fell , letting show a part of her black tank top, on her hands there were still the leather rider gloves, which were actually her main weapon. It was light enough cloth for her. Bored, she decided that stitting there and doing nothing was starting to bother her. Also, it came back to her mind that her motorcycle was a fucking Harley Davidson. No fucking way something serious was going on with it. That thing was almost failure-proof, probably there was a screw loose. And not way she was going to trust any stupid mechanic to check her bike unless it was really needed. That thing had been almost completly handmade, a piece of art, a fast and smooth riding art. So, tying her hair again, this time in a loose tail, she pulled up the bike's seat and took the few tools she had put on the space underneath the seat – that small poor excuse of a trunk under the fucking seat, but no way she was going to put a trunk on her Harley – and closed it again. Sitting down she went for the obvious suspect first, the tire. Oh, if the metalic sound was really a screw loose in the tirer, Maria was going to kill the last mechanic Lilith got to make the last check up on Maria's precious Harley. I WANNA FUCKING TEAR YOU APART

[Denahi Sawada]

[atrb=style, width: 495px; height: 540px; background-image: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/kd6dd0.gif); border-radius: 4em 4em 4em 4em; padding: 15 15 15 15;] WHAT THEY NEED IN THIS WORLD IS SOME LOVE. It was as if Denahi just couldn't leave Maria alone. It was a sweet obsession of his - to have this woman acknowledge him as a person, as a strong man that could eventually equal her. And really, in his opinion he already did. Why? Because he had a handicap and some tenacity that she seemed to share with him. In physical strength, they had still a great difference, he could tell because of her experience. But he would catch up with her, eventually, wouldn't he? He certainly would, only if it was to show her he was better than most people gave him credit for. Like this stubborn purple head did. The heat was delicious, the Inuit boy loving both extreme cold and heat. It didn't bother him, both temperatures left him open to train, to run and do whatever he wanted. He had been running from sun rise till...whatever time it was right now, actually taking another road than usually and lounging the coast. Denahi loved to smell the sea and to admire it, two activities that didn't demand any hearing capabilities. Besides, with all the vibrations the waves made, he could get a glimpse of what the crashing sound it should be when the water hit the rocks. So, he played like a child, in the waves, laughing, screaming silly things and having made some sand castles. He was alone and all social rules could even more go to hell, he wanted to have some fun, fun he hadn't been able to feel since long. The Vongola were nice people and from what he had seen and gathered, he liked most people there, maybe for the third candidate, the boy actually seeing him as a dangerous opponent...and a danger in general for Vongola, the boy breaking all rules of the Famiglia. Somehow, he was now more and more curious about that instructor that was promised to them. Vibrations. Heavy ones. And familiar too. Corners of the lips rose up, because he knew what for motorcycle was approaching now. A great bike, a jewel of mechanic that this person kept well in shape. It was a wondrous machine that he dreamed to ride once in his dreams, in front or behind, the latter most likely, with the owner. Quickly, he grabbed his drenched shirt that he had thrown aside earlier in the day and ran towards the small path that let him climb up the cliff, same way he had taken to go down to the sea. Not far from the high way, but far from all human contact and craziness. Not that he was a calm factor in the purple head's life either way. Denahi had a crush on this violent female. And no, he wasn't interested in bondage, sado-masochism. Those things were for the sick ones. No, he appreciated the Maria that he had seen a few times. A strong willed woman, with straight personal rules and with quite a diplomatic attitude when she needed to. But she lacked some humanity, didn't she? Well, the green head was promising him for years that he would bring some more joy in this person's life, really. Without hesitation, the teenager launched himself towards Maria, trying to hug her from behind, preparing for the future hit at the same time, ready to dodge it. "Maaaria~ Quite the coincidence to see you here, right? Did your bike break?" Wordcount: 572 Notes: Denahi-attack~! Tag: Maria-chan~ Lyrics: We R Who We R

[Maria Thereza Sant'Anna Vieira]

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Maria knew there was something wrong. And it wasn't just with her motorcycle. Probably there was just something a bit lose and her highly sensitve ears picked up the noise. She was quite good at noticing things most people wouldn't notice, she had been trained to do so. But, again, the problem was on the day. It was being too good. She sucessfully left the base without any interruption on the way and was all alone and in peace. What was really rare. So, the day was too good. And experience told her that the 'calm before the storm' was true, when things were too good, this just meant they were about to get bad.

She just didn't know what was coming her way.

But looking at it now, she should have excepted it.

As soon as the black haired hitwoman felt the presence of another person, her reflexes and instinct took over. The spanner that she held in her left hand was heavy enough to work as a weapon for a few seconds. A hit from that thing on someone's head would leave the person bleeding and quite confused as they laid a while on the floor. Enough for her to get in a real fighting position – what would take less than a minute, considering she had been trained, in fact, raise to be a killer. So, needless to say, she only came to notice the voice when her upper body had already turned and her left arm was extended, attacking the invader with the spanner. Angry expression on her face, a growl leaving from deep within her chest, the low and animalist sound being the sole company to her attack.

Her eyes were partially clouded by her instincts, but she recognized the mess of green. Denahi. Damit. So, the voice was really his. Why the fuck was that boy so stubborn and kept on bothering her all the fucking time? If there was something worse than her guardians, it was him. And he pissed her off pretty easily. That damn boy, did he think he could do whatever he wante djust because he was Sawada's grandson? Didn't he know that the Varia were completly independent and they had a history that foretold danger to his own life? Stupid bastard kept on bothering her all the fucking time. Stupid brat! Well, too tale now, she was already going to attack and there was no stopping it. His own damn fault!

I WANNA FUCKING TEAR YOU APART

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[Denahi Sawada]

[atrb=style, width: 495px; height: 540px; background-image: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/kd6dd0.gif); border-radius: 4em 4em 4em 4em; padding: 15 15 15 15;] WHAT THEY NEED IN THIS WORLD IS SOME LOVE. Denahi had seen the move coming - after all, he knew maybe even better than Xanxus Maria's reflexes, having suffered and learned quite a bit from them. So when the teenager saw the spanner move, he grabbed the hand that had been holding it and forced the hit to move to the opposite side than that of himself, dodging the hit quite efficiently and not having to move from his spot. But, it still made him realize that he'd have to better prepare the surprise hug next time - it was a shame though, he loved teasing and holding Maria~ Denahi didn't give a damn about him being Tsuna's grandson. He hated it to be compared to him considering that he was himself and not his old gramps, how awesome he could be and how much traits he shared with him in common. Denahi was Denahi and Tsuna was Tsuna. So those who tried to think he did things because of his inheritance were dead wrong. The green head had come to like Maria for who she was and simply came closer to her because he had decided to do so. Varia, Vongola...Blah, he didn't exactly care about that position. He merely wanted to speak to her as man to woman and not Vongola to Varia. He wasn't stupid, he had done his homework. But, most of all, teasing her was so much fun. He stalked all of her cellphones, sneaked in the Varia HQ without any effort even with all the bombs and traps and most of all, he was totally loving her reactions and selling her cellphones on the net. "Neh, neh, you seem pretty energetic today, Maria-chan~ But tell me, did your bike break?" Denahi had already walked around Maria and was now crouched down in front of the bike, poking it while staring at it intensely. Wordcount: 572 Notes: Shoooooort ;-; sorry Tag: Maria-chan~ Lyrics: Halo