Title: First
Series: Katekyo Hitman REBORN!
Pairing: 8059
Word Count: 902
Rating: Pg-13? 15? Mentions of sex.


( I'm so bad at writing )

Wings

Hearing a uniform beep every few seconds along with the soft buzz of a machine was the normal thing for a laboratory such as the one hidden a few stories underground. The high-powered machines were not unlike any of the ones you’d see running shops, the stop lights, or any of the super-powered bridges used to boost the speed of vehicles to cross oceans; these were just used in different ways. In the main room of the eastern wing of the lab, hundreds of occupied cages littered the floor, each of them containing one of the government’s precious genetic experiments. With the world becoming one giant city, they searched for ways for humans to adapt to living in such conditions, with little fresh air and virtually no space to grow any food. However, scientists seemed to like playing around, grafting things onto people which should not be there.
One day, during one of the routine chemical bonding tests, something went wrong. As the two liquids touched, the entire lab was rocked in the resulting explosion. When everything momentarily lost power, chaos broke out. The cages opened, and every one of the genetic experiments that were still able to move broke out.

With The City being in the condition it was, news traveled extremely fast. There were constant news shows running, and no longer any language barriers. People were terrified of the news concerning the escaped experiments, fearing for their lives of what those genetically altered people could bring. Fortunately for those escapees that still looked remotely human, it was very easy to sneak around the slums and back alleys while the attention of the normal people was turned to the large TV’s plastered on almost every major building.
As the crowds out on the street moved swiftly, a small girl clothed in what seemed to be only the scraps of what once was a hospital gown huddled in an alley, holding a discarded blanket over her frame as if it were a cloak.
Even though any human contact the girl ever had was with scientists that seemed to only want to make her short life painful, she knew that going out onto the streets would only cause trouble for her and any of the other survivors. Looking back at the manhole behind her, the girl contemplated going back into the sewer and living there for the rest of her life. There were already some people in there, cooking what were most likely rats over fires in oil drums. Shaking her head, she realized that those people were also fending for themselves, and a mutant such as her would have no chance in hell of surviving on her own like that. When she made the motion to go out onto the fast-moving street, the girl noticed the large gap between the dumpster full of month-old meat and mattresses and the wall of a building she was sure was a butcher shop. Clamping her hand over her mouth and nose to muffle the smell, she pressed her body against the wall and slid through the body-sided gap, praying to whatever god there may be that she wasn’t walking straight into a district that was heavily guarded by the police.
When it came out to be another series of complicated alleys, the girl let out the breath she didn’t realize that she was holding, sighing in relief.
Knowing that this was the block of the city where all of the buildings stood together and created a space where no roads were, the girl thought she would no longer need to keep the scratchy and soiled blanked held close to her.
She let it fall to the ground, giving her wings some freedom.
Thinking there was no one around to see her, she continued through the maze of the complicated alleys that the buildings in the west shopping district made.
Never having this kind of freedom before, the girl would have laughed if she could. Unfortunately, the experiment she was involved in back in the lab was to see if they could artificially create what people knew to be an ‘angel’. They succeeded in giving the girl wings, but when they tried to alter her voice she lost the use of it.
The girl was now running with her eyes closed through a long strip of the alley, not using her common sense to look down the closed-in path to see if there was anything there she could have ran in to. When she ran head-on into what she knew was another person just from the crack his skull made against the ground as they collided, she would have shrieked if her throat allowed her to. Slowly opening her eyes, she timidly looked around for anything she could use to cover her back before the other person- which she now determined as a male –could get back onto his feet.
“Are those… wings?” He asked, tearing down the girl’s goal.
She looked at the boys face, expecting to see it twist in horror at the feathers that sprouted from her back. Instead the boy looked interested, as if he was restraining himself from reaching out and touching them. Tucking her arms into herself and folding the wings against her back, she answered his question with a small nod of her head.
Giving a smile that was rare for him, the boy tilted his head back in approval.
“That’s pretty cool.”
The girl smiled in return, and tried to continue on to trying to find her freedom.
“Where are you heading?” the boy asked casually, crossing his arms out of habit.
Not being able to speak, the girl just pointed in the direction she was walking,

The inside of the cottage was not as quaint as it was from the outside. Lauren imagined small wooden furniature all set around the house in an organized manner, with fresh cut wildflowers on the table, next to a small fireplace with a stew of some kind cooking over it.
She knew that sounded like something out of a storybook, but it was okay since the cottage itself looked like it was straight out of a fairytale, right?
When Hayato opened the wooden door that lead into his home, he may as well have dropped a mirror that reflected the princesses vision of the cottage. There was wooden furniature, yes, but most of it was broken or didn't match at all. Lauren was barely inside the door when the boy closed it behind her and gave her a serious look.
"Take off your clothes." He commanded, slightly raising his eyebrows.
The princesses breath hitched in her throat at his words, as she had heard about people like this, who kidnapped girls and forsed them into having sex, but she couldn't recall the word that the maids had used for that action.
"Wh-what...?" she managed to shakily say, stepping back a few paces before bumping into the rickety table behind her. Hayato blinked a few times before heaving yet another sigh, and burrying his face in one of his hands.
"Not like--- I didn't mean it that way!" Obviously, he had caught onto what the princess was thinking. "If you don't take off that dress, I can't clean those cuts. They'll get infected if I don't, and with the ammount that you have, you'll probably end up dieing."
She paused for a moment and thought, twisting her fingers in the scraps of her once elegant dress.
"Can I have something else to wear, then?" She asked hopefully.
Staying around a boy she only knew the name of while naked didn't really seem like the best idea, to her. The only other thing that the princess possibly knew about this boy was his age. Just judging by his appearance, Lauren pegged him to be fifteen-sixteen years old, which put him two or three years behind her, as she was nearly eighteen (or so she would be in the winter, and it was late spring now. She liked to skip a few months, if it made her older.).
Hayato glanced to the side for a moment, as if he had something to say, yet was holding it back. He took a deep breath in, and then hesitantly looked at Lauren.
"I don't really have anything you can wear, but..." a pause, when he took another breath in and let out one of his infamous sighs. "I have... spare cloth laying around that... I could probably... sew a dress out of or something.."
It was hard to understand, since the boy was mumbling, but Lauren caught what he said.
"Y-you can sew...?"
"Shut up. I live on my own, so I need to know how to do things."
This time, it was Lauren who heaved a sigh, turning around and peeling off the scraps of her dress. She left her thin, white, slip-like underdress on, as it seemed to have survived the assult from the bushes, for the most part.
As she was undressing and smoothing out her hair, Hayato opened one of his cupboards and took out a small metal box. He opened it, taking out a small bottle crafted from brown glass that Lauren knew all too well. Although she was of nobility, she lacked the grace that proved her as such. She had fallen into the rose bushes in the courtyard more than once, and knew that the liquid in the bottle 'made cuts and scrapes better', not without the price of some stinging.
She watched as he also took out a few small balls of cotton, and a rather large roll of cloth bandages. Lauren made a slight face, as she felt he was taking her scrapes a bit out of proportion. Could some cuts one got from bushes really get infected enough to kill someone? Somehow, the redhead doubted that.
Hayato took the cap off the bottle, tipping it upside down while putting the cotton to the mouth of the bottle, soaking the ball with the liquid. He set it aside, and gently took Laurens wrist into his hand before taking the cotton into the other and running it down the princesses arm.
She bit her lip, blinking back tears as her entire arm was filled with a stinging sensation. The girl pouted slightly as she watched her cut-covered arm fizz. The silver-haired boy wiped the nearly raw palm of her hand as well, and then set the (now dirty) piece of cotton aside to pick up the bandages. He completely wrapped her arm in the cloth bandages, no skin below her sholder showing. He repeted the process three more times, on her other arm and both of her legs, although her legs had been covered when she was crawling, so they had far less cuts on them than her arms.
The boy glanced away, swallowing. So badly he wanted to say 'okay, now take off that dress so I can get the rest of you.', so that he could run his hands down her small body, over her soft curves... was it really okay for him to have these thoughts about a princess? He was avoiding looking at her face, at her large emerald eyes and (he was sure) feather soft lips, so that he wouldn't have to keep himself from doing something that he was sure would get him killed by the royal court.
"...thank you." Her words thankfully broke his train of thought.
"uh. ...welcome, uh... princess..."
Pursing her lips at his obvious discomfort, Lauren thought. He was letting her call him by his first name, right? Well, why shouldn't she?
"Just call me Lauren."
"...right. Lauren, then."
And when she smiled at him (which he was sure was the cutest fucking thing in the world), he had to look away from her once again.