Author Note - This is for an author named prideful! Hope you enjoy your Christmas and gift!
Enjoy!
Present
Reborn watched as everyone else gathered at the tree. He was just going to stay in the background for this one.
"And this one's for.. Gokudera-kun! From me!" His student, dame-Tsuna, was handing out presents to everyone in the Vongola mansion. Why? It was Christmas. The time for mushiness and lovey dovey stuff. Definitely not Reborn's forte.
"Ah! I am honored to receive a gift from Jyuudaime!" The hitman heard the silver-haired bomber say.
Reborn turned to head outside. This stuff just wasn't for him.
He went out into the courtyard and took a seat on one of the benches. Suddenly he heard a rustle behind him. Out of pure instinct, the ex-arcobaleno pulled out his gun and whirled around, pointing it at the supposed assassin.
It was Fon. "Whoa there Reborn." He gave his usual easy-going smile as Reborn sighed, putting the gun away.
"What're you doing here Fon?" The hitman asked the other, pulling his fedora down to cover the upper half of his face.
"Oh nothing. Just came for a visit." The martial artist gently took a seat next to Reborn, careful to keep the distance between them. "Shouldn't you be inside with the others?"
".. What are you really doing here?" Reborn answered his question with a question.
"Perceptive as always, I see." Fon chuckled. "Well, I just came to give you this." He took something from behind his Chinese tunic and placed it into the hitman's open hand.
"What..?" Reborn looked at the small box wrapped with shiny redpaper, a simple gold bow tied.
"It's a present for you." Fon said cheerfully, clasping his hands together.
Silence.
"I need to go give Mammon his gift now." Fon got up, and, giving the suit-clad man one last smile, started to walk away.
He felt a hand grab at the back of his tunic. "Wait." He turned around to face Reborn, whose face was shadowed by his fedora. "I didn't get you anything."
Fon took Reborn's hand in his and gave it a light squeeze. "You didn't have to." Theb he was gone.
Silence.
...
The bastard was trying to make Reborn owe him, huh?
The hitman hastily opened his present and blinked. It was an orange tie, neatly folded. He already had one, in fact he was wearing it right now.
Suddenly, he remembered himself saying that he needed more ties to wear without having to wait for the laundry.
Reborn looked to where Fon walked away.
Heh. Maybe the martial changed his view of getting presents.
Author Note - I tried to make this as non OOC as possible but I really don't know much about Fon's personality. Sorry if I disappointed you I totally procrastinated on this :T