Bite To Death

Kyouya is on his back, with a foot planted on the speaker's top so his leg is bent, and his other leg is crossed over it. As they walk towards him, his arms reach for the sky, a rifle held steady as it points straight up.

It fires once, the sound lost under the ground shaking instrumental blaring from the speaker. Kyouya sits up, his legs falling over the front of the speaker and the gun comes to rest on his l.a.p. The teen doesn't look injured in anyway which is a huge relief for Tsuna.

Kyouya blinks at them in confusion, probably wondering why they're here since the actual Tokyo mission is supposed to be at the end of the week. He pulls out earplugs that had been blocking the loud music and lets them hang around his neck on a simple cord.

Fon speeds up, a smile on his face, but abruptly comes to a halt like the rest of them when Kyouya holds up a hand as the universal stop sign.

It's a count of two until a blur smashes head first against the pavement not a meter from Fon, splattering gore and spilling out over the tarmac.

Fon stares down at the zombie, the head and torso completely unrecognisable from the impact, but the bullet hole through a knee is easily identified as Kyouya's shot.

Fon looks back up at Kyouya and smiles just a bit too wide.

The next half an hour consists of a steady stream of zombies, and entertainment by way of Fon wrestling Kyouya to the floor with help from Namimori Patrollers. Then it's twenty minutes of first asking, then threatening, then begging until the boy stops fighting.

They grab him and drag him off into a building already cleaned out, presumably by a lilac infected, shoving him onto a bed in a random room of the hotel and forcing water and food onto him. He takes the meal with an eye roll but as soon as he finishes it, he passes out from exhaustion.

Kyouya has been in the city for four days, and it wouldn't be a stretch to assume that he never stopped fighting for even a minute. That's eighty-six hours now and countless infected.

It was never about the risk of Kyouya getting overwhelmed by the millions of infected in Tokyo, although that was a real concern. What they were hoping to stop, was the teenager overworking himself until his body just shut down.

"So this is our base then?" Lal muses, looking around at the hotel room.

The door to the bedroom has been politely shut to muffle their conversation even though Kyouya has his noise cancelling earplugs in. They're now standing around the living room, poking around the place while their gear is being retrieved from cars by Byakuran's group.

"Not very defensive," Adelheid comments.

"Well if we kill all the infected, there's no need to defend it from anything," Lussuria laughs lightly but there's an eager look to his eyes as he peers out of the balcony's glass doors.

The same sense of expectation is coming from the rest.

"Who's going to be staying with him?" Tsuna speaks up, staring at the closed bedroom door.

"If I must," Mukuro begins in a long-suffering tone. "I would hate to make someone else stay behind and miss out on killing infected."

No one believes his earnest tone.

It's voted that Ryohei will stay with Kyouya since the teenager knows first aid in case Kyouya is hiding injuries, isn't known for propositioning the Chairman, and won't knock the teenager out when he wakes to keep him away from zombies like Fon will.

Tsuna doesn't comment at all, because it's just safer to stay ignorant, and has to usher everyone out when the infected start gathering into a large group outside the building. They reach the street and find more pouring in with every second.

They get to work, because the longer they wait, the more Kyouya has to deal with when he wakes up.

Or that's what Tsuna assumes is the reason.

What actually happens is that everyone in the group has some twisted part of themselves that became more and more excited with every mass grave they passed on the way here and now they can finally cut loose and add to the body count, because like hell Kyouya is going to win the competition.

They break away in smaller groups or by themselves, and start racing for who can kill the most, none of them at all concerned for anyone else or the sudden influx of infected.

Tsuna stays near the four he was in the car with, and most of them are laughing as they slaughter zombies. While Tsuna gets an adrenalin rush, he doesn't enjoy killing to the point of manic glee like these people.

At least, he didn't think he did.

However, he starts counting because everyone else is and finds himself tying with Hayato who is winning with the massive blast zone of his dynamite. Tsuna shouts out his next kill count over the noise of the speaker and the infected, and gets wide eyed looks.

He can't help the grin that creeps over his face and soon he's laughing along with them when Takeshi's sword gets stuck in a rib cage and the teenager has to use the zombie as a mace.

Tsuna's group meets others a few times, and he gets really competitive when he hears counts higher than his, to the point that he'll race for infected, actually leap frogging over Xanxus at one point to get to the one sneaking up on the Varia boss.

Tsuna gets cussed out for that, but before Xanxus turns his attention from zombies to humans, Reborn swaggers up, calmly drawls out four digits, and leaves both Tsuna and Xanxus to glare after the hitman.

It's seven hours later that Tsuna's group starts to seriously debate hunting down the lilac zombies to make them stop opening buildings. They're all exhausted by the time the sun sets but they don't stop until proper night falls. They retreat back to the building, assured that the infected will be more focused on the speakers than anything else.

They find Kyouya still asleep but showered and in pyjamas. They trudge over to their packs to drink and eat before taking showers and stealing clothes left behind during the outbreak to sleep in.