Title: Bonded

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Rating: M, NC-17

Chapter rating: T

Pairing/s: Hibari Kyouya X Tsunayoshi Sawada (main 1); Yamamoto Takeshi X Gokudera Hayato (main 2); others to be revealed later. And hints of everything else in between.

Warning: Abuse, Rape, Swearing, Use of bondage. See notes for more.

Beta: Awdrey-chan

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they are Amano Akira's.

Notes:

the story is set in an alternate universe

As the pairings reveal, there will be plenty of boy's love going around. Don't expect too much of the girls appearing.

May contain OOC-ness, if it does, please notify me.

Will have LEMON probably in later chapters.

Men kissing and men making love, some of the characters will have less than loveable roles.

Will be updated whenever, since this is one of those stories stuck inside my room for a while.

Summary: In this world of slaves and masters, will any of them be able to find true happiness?

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CHAPTER ONE:

Darkness slowly covered the sky as evening approached. The lights inside the house slowly came to life as Yamamoto Takeshi opened the door to let himself into his own home, shaking his head at the rather empty feeling that seemed to stare back at him he made his way back to kitchen and opened the fridge to grab a can of beer.

Placing the can of beer and plate of left over sushi at the table he started to eat. It wasn't exactly the best dinner he had. He used to enjoy cooking when he was much younger, but nowadays he was too busy for such things. Besides, it wasn't half bad. After all, he was the only one living in his house.

"That's why you should at least get a pet to keep your place," a voice said, coming from the door.

Yamamoto turned to it and smiled, "Ah! If it isn't Reborn! What can I do for you at this time?"

The man crossed his arms. "You haven't forgotten about our appointment tonight, right?"

He just scratched his cheeks and laughed, "Where were we going again?"

The hitman smirked at him testily, "We're getting you a pet, remember?"

Yamamoto snickered and cleared his throat. "But I don't need one," he said with a smile, but in a flat tone. The so-called "pet" Reborn was talking about, in this era, literally meant a human slave.

And he wanted nothing of the sort.

"It doesn't necessarily need to be a bed slave, you know…"

He shook his head. He knew about it, after all. He already met Reborn's three slaves, Collonelo, Fon and Lambo. The three were working for the man, and unlike the others he often heard of, they were actually happy. He was glad that Reborn was treating them well, but he was never able to accept the idea of having another person as a personal slave. Maids are another thing, and subordinates are way different. The idea just seemed…WRONG to him.

He could tell Reborn wasn't finished talking, but had decided to stop upon hearing the finality in his tone. So he shrugged "Anyway, you know where to find me just in case you change your mind."

He opened his mouth to reject the offer, but changed his mind halfway and just nodded "Fine" he replied, unconcerned. As if that would happen. He piled up the plate in the sink and threw the can in the trash.

His mentor was an organized man, so he fixed a disapproving gaze at the rapidly growing pile of saucers and whatever. "If you don't want to get someone then you might want to consider cleaning. The place is filthy," he pointed out.

He grinned apologetically "Yeah…I guess. I've been stuck at work lately."

"You two have no life at all…" Reborn said.

"Two?"

Reborn turned his head cockily behind him. Yamamoto followed his gaze and realized there was a person there leaning at the wall.

"Ah! Hibari!"

Hibari Kyouya, like him, was a student of Reborn. And among them, he was the most silent and aloof, but strong. He worked as the disciplinary chairman in Namimori.

Reborn crossed his arms, "It took a while to convince him, too…" he said with a smile.

Hibari didn't budge, and showed the slightest interest in their conversation. He looked pissed off at the sight of them.

"Ahaha…it's nice to see you're finally getting some time off, Hibari…" he greeted.

Hibari just glared murderously "Kamikorosu" he said, tonfas at the ready.

"Whoa! Take it easy! That was meant as a greeting!" he grinned, hands gripping the handle of his sword to defend himself.

"That would be enough…both of you," their mentor said, going in between the two. "We didn't schedule any battle to the death tonight, and if you want one, we can schedule it some other time."

For a while Hibari continued to glare at the swordsman, and Yamamoto didn't let go of his sword. Just when it seemed they were about to go at each other, Hibari lowered his tonfas and the other let go of his sword. The taller of the two laughed while the other looked sober.

And both of them stopped at the look in their sensei's eyes.

"A-Ahaha…we were just kidding, right, Hibari?"

The dark-haired man crossed his arms and kept silent.

The look on Reborn's face disappeared, and his deadly aura abated. "Good, let's go then," he said and beckoned for the two to follow him.

Yamamoto grinned and followed suit. Hibari walked behind them pokerfaced. Both young men knew that if they disobeyed the man they would regret it…or they would just regret this either way.

"What are they hosting at the underground market this time?"

Reborn's eyes flashed.

"A human auction."

The Black Market is a very interesting place where the weirdest merchandise can be found. From illegal drugs, to organ selling, to slaves, to weapons, artefacts that the seller would say contain magical powers, and a lot of other things that can't be found on any ordinary market.

This is also a place where people like them can frolic about knowing that people who go here are ruthless assassins or powerful men like them. Brawls are often seen and a bloodbath was a scene to get used to. It was what you'd get when you put pickpockets, thieves, corrupt politicians, assassins and other kinds of criminals in one place. Chaos often ensues, but since everyone is a professional, they knew how to behave themselves afterwards. Needless to say, the market wasn't for those weak at heart…and skill, for that matter.

"This place is as filthy as ever," Reborn said loudly with a grin as the three of them entered the market. This caused attention to turn to them. Some people glared, some flashed their weapons dangerously, but the hitman didn't mind them. To him, they were merely weaklings with no right to even be in this place.

Yamamoto and Hibari walked casually behind him, being already used to their sensei's sharp tongue. The snarls and glares weren't new to them too. The only thing that makes them different from the rest of the people here was that they have the skills to back up their spunk.

Soon, they reached the tall black building where the usual auction was held. The last time they were here, they were auctioning rare guns and artillery, which was of course, an object of interest in Reborn's eyes. Just like what he was here for now.

"Ah! Reborn-san!" a stout man named Gianini welcomed them at the reception, "We're glad to see you made it."

"Hn… you'd better make my time worthwhile, Gianini," the hitman said.

"O-Of course sir! Today we are showcasing creatures that would surely take your and many other's interest!" the man said, looking somewhat nervous "You will not be disappointed!"

"Hnn," Reborn stared at the hall where the program will be held. "I'll be the judge of that myself…"

"M-Mochiron desu! Table for 3 then?" Gianini asked, having just noticed the two men behind him.

"I'll pass," Hibari said in a neutral tone, pocketing his hands and walking away casually.

Reborn just stared at his back as he left. "Heh, he still wants that one huh?" he smirked, the turned to his other pupil. "What about you, Yamamoto? Finally considered about that pet business?"

The man raised his hands. "Nope, still don't want one," he shook his head. "I better see to it Hibari doesn't get involved in any fighting then." With that, the swordsman also walked away.

Reborn laughed at his two students. He should be mad about them leaving without permission but couldn't help it. "They're still boys eh?" he grinned.

Gianini smiled at him, "So today it's only Reborn-san?" he asked.

He opened his mouth and was about to say yes when his voice was drowned by another.

"Nope, make that for two."

Frowning at the familiar voice, he turned and almost raised an eyebrow at the fast approaching man. "Verde" he said, in a tone of mixed shock and irritation.

The other just laughed and was beside him in a flash "It's been a while, Reborn. Did you miss me?"

Reborn glared at him, "Who would miss you? What the hell are you even doing here?" He had to resist the urge to shoot the man down. He was not worth his bullets.

Verde shrugged, "Invited here," he replied with a shrug. "Aren't you glad I'm here, too?"

He snorted, "Yeah, right."

"Come on, Reborn. It really has been a while, right? What do you say we make a temporary truce?" the man whispered.

A murderous aura emitted from Reborn "Are you testing my patience, Verde?"

The green-haired man smiled, and didn't do anything else, being alerted to the danger brewing. "Heh, still the edgy type eh, Reborn? I've always liked that about you."

Reborn's facial expression didn't change at all. Gone were the days those kinds of words affected him. Now, they were just downright irritating.

"And you're still a bastard, Verde"

With a rather lopsided grin, the scientist agreed, "Heh, I do try."

Reborn's black eyes pierced through him, with a voice as sharp as a knife, "Go die," he said as he made his way towards the hall.

The other laughed, "Looks like this will be an entertaining evening, don't you think?"

The hitman said nothing, not trusting himself to speak. His evening already had signs of being ruined, thanks to this person. And he could just wish the boys were having as much luck as he was.

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At that time, Disciplinary Chairman Hibari Kyouya was making his way down one of the black market's many roads, looking pissed. He knew this trip would be a complete waste of time. Curse his master and his usual forceful way of making people do what he wants them to.

He shook his head. What the hell is he even supposed to do here? It's not like he wants anything they sell in the place.

If Reborn called the creatures that lurk in this godforsaken place weaklings, Hibari often addressed them as…in a more proper term… "Herbivores…"

Everywhere he looked made him more and more frustrated. Wasn't there anything normal in this place? Really, he knew it was not your normal place, but don't they have anything even close to what should be usual?

He was just about to give up and just go back to his damned sensei to tell him he was going to leave when something caught his eye.

A small but decent enough looking tea house. He was against the idea, but his subconscious kept pulling him towards the shabby place, and trusting he had nothing better to do anyway, he went inside to drink tea.

Hibari entered the rundown looking store expecting to find it in a more ragged state, but for a place with a dull feel on the outside, the inside looked more or less normal. It even had a distinct native Japanese theme.

There were only a few costumers, being served by waiters and waitresses wearing kimonos. It was easy to tell that they were slaves, not just because of their colourful outfits, but because of their collars.

It was a law that slaves should wear a special kind of collar containing information on their owners and where they were kept, like a dog tag, though dogs were treated higher than them.

Hibari's eyes narrowed at the sight of these collars.

The shop owner noticed him as he entered and shouted to one of his 'workers', "Oi! Trash! We have a costumer! Go and tend to him immediately!" he pointed at the table where Hibari settled down.

The skylark's eyebrows twitched at these words, but knew that this wasn't the time to draw attention to himself from herbivores.

He kept a straight face and ignored the urge to bite the store owner to death for his lack of respect and waited patiently in his seat.

"A-Anou…M-May I take your order, sir?" a soft trembling voice said beside him.

Hibari turned to place his order, but froze at the sight before him.

The slave was wearing a black and orange kimono. His hair was kept neatly at the back of his head. He was definitely a boy, but with a rather feminine face. He looked more or less his age, if not a bit short. Hibari stared, this person is…

The slave watched him anxiously. This was obviously not the first time someone looked at him like that. "A-Anou, S-Sir?" he was starting to shake, fear audible in his voice.

Hibari frowned at that. He knew the boy had a reason to be scared, but the boy was beyond scared, he seemed horrified.

He was just about to ask why he was looking as if he was going to be killed when the owner's voice again echoed around the small shop.

"Don't just stand there, you pieces of garbage! I'm not keeping you alive to make you act like statues! Get to work!"

All of the slaves trembled at the words of their master, while the other costumers laughed at the 'entertainment'.

"I mean it." The man's eyes landed on the particular slave serving Hibari, who didn't miss the man's eyes.

"Y-yes, m-master," all the slaves there, men and women alike, answered with trembling voices and went to what they were doing.

Hibari's eyes fell on the young man serving him, who suddenly fell on his knees and looked at him.

And with a low, weak voice, he whispered, "Please do anything you want with me, sir."

-To be continued-

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Is that too weird? I did warn you, comments? Reviews? Please?