Summary: In which being a pirate isn't much different from being in the Mafia. In a new world and second life, Reborn finds himself facing a whirlwind named Luffy and getting completely trounced. Reborn-centric.

Inspired by The Mafia King by Erimies! I recommend you to read it since its amazing!

Edit: As of 5/21/17


Chapter 1

Large hands flipped through the newspapers quickly, stopping as a handful of wanted posters slid out. One flyer in particular stood out to the man and he can't help but snort as he reads it.

'Hitman Reborn.'

His lips flatten in distaste. 'Hitman'? What a poor epithet, not classy at all. Reborn was quite sure he had told them that he was the World's Strongest Hitman. No doubt the government didn't want to acknowledge the fact. He had been expecting a bounty for quite some time now, though he had realized that they probably had a hard time catching a sight of him— much less snapping a picture of him for the bounty. They had no idea how he actually looked like, only knowing of his distinct curly side burns.

Which is also why he had sent them a— rather charming if he did say so himself— picture of himself.

He was quite sure that the mocking action had pissed them off.

His dark eyes drifted past the picture and below to his actual bounty.

'100,000,000 Beris.'

His smirk widens slightly at the amount. It could be better but it's...

...not bad. Not bad at all.

And then he slowly wonders how much it will take to raise it.


This new world he's been reborned into isn't all that bad really, it was quite interesting actually. The whole world was separated into two main forces, the Pirates— and the Marines. Well, actually, he supposed the Revolutionaries were another part. Between the rule breakers and the rule makers, it was obvious what the hitman was going to choose.

He had set sail at 19, right after his mother (in this world) had died. She was a gentle woman, and he had not wanted to upset her by becoming a 'criminal'...though it was not as though he had been completely innocent during the time he stayed with her.

He had wiped out any criminals or people with questionable behaviors in the village so that he would not lose her. His lips tighten at the thought, he had failed in the end anyway, and she had been taken— by a sickness no less.

But now that she was gone...his restrictions were gone and he had free reign. He had started off as a mercenary of sorts, (though he preferred the term Hitman) killing people for money, getting rid of pirates for bounties or just for the fun of it actually. That started to bore him so he started to assassinate those higher up, nobles, royalty and so on. Most were corrupt, and a few might have been innocent (though he highly doubted it, seeing the way they behaved). That soon bored him as well, and he decided to head to the Grand Line (he had heard that it was much more interesting)...

..While sinking any Marine ships he came across.

He's not really sure why he's brought back to life in a world that is more sea than land— but all he knows is that it was starting to get dull. There was a distinct lack of purpose in this life, and he was simply drifting. In fact, Reborn actually wishes that his Dame-student was here (granted that he wasn't a Dame anymore, but who cares?) just to spice things up and attract trouble.

The Hitman actually had some theories about his rebirth, and if he's right— the others are, or will be in this world as well.

All he has to do is wait and frequently read the newspapers.

(He has no doubt that they will somehow stir up trouble and get a price on their heads.)

It's only natural.


It's only when he is eating in a floating restaurant in the middle of nowhere does something interesting happens.

A cannonball is fired, and the impact is heard as the restaurant shakes, but Reborn simply continues to eat. He's much too used to explosions.

Seconds later, a boy rushes in blubbering apologies. Well...he had been until he spotted the hitman. Or more specifically, the hitman's food.

He stops mid run before trotting backwards, and Reborn can't help the smirk of amusement that crosses his face. The boy doesn't look anything special, black hair and tanned skin with large, simple eyes. The only features that could've possibly stood out were the old straw hat on top of his head and a scar below his left eye. The hitman dully notes that the scar is a very old thing, one that was made years ago— perhaps around ten years ago.


He doesn't make any more observations as he is soon distracted by a quick hand that stretches towards his dish and on reflex; the hitman simply flicks it away. He did not appreciate it when others tried to take his food, no— he liked it a lot better when he was the one who stole theirs. However, Reborn has to admit that the boy had a lot of nerve, or was just an idiot for attempting to indiscriminately steal food, especially from someone who was clearly not harmless. Reborn knew exactly how he appeared, and the fact that the boy didn't seem to even notice or appreciate the tall, dark, and handsome he had going on made him slightly offended.

The boy yelps, staring at his hand oddly before tilting his head in confusion.

Reborn thinks that he resembles a dog.

"That kinda hurt," he says, looking as if he was told that two plus two equaled five.

The hitman raises a brow. "I did flick you pretty hard."

The kid scrunches his brows. "But I'm made of rubber. And it usually doesn't hurt."

Rubber? Oh. The boy must have eaten one of those odd Devil Fruits. Another strange thing in this world, what kind of people depended on fruits for power? One that gave a huge disadvantage no less.

"It's because I have devilish good looks." He remarks, bullshitting his way through. At this point, his Dame student would have usually called him out on it— adamant on being reasonable (even though it's clear that nothing is reasonable in the Mafia).

...Damn. He really missed him.

The boy blinks, before grinning. "Really?! Shishishi, you're funny old man."

Reborn shows some rather considerable restraint by not strangling him, since essentially— he was actually an old man.

"Ne, do you wanna join my crew?" The smile he has on is impossibly wide and bright, and Reborn tilts his fedora down just a bit.

He doesn't get to answer as the boy is dragged away by a pair of chefs. "Eh? Wait! I'm in the middle of getting a new crew mate!" The boy cries out, lips in a pout.

Reborn smirked, and gave the kid a little wave before pulling down on his fedora even more. The boy was a century too young to be recruiting him of all people after all, even if he was rather interesting.

Perhaps he'd keep an eye on him.

Reborn was never one to lose track of his entertainment after all.


Fifteen minutes, a fight, some dramatic showings, a broken floor and table later...

Reborn finds himself intrigued enough to be out in the back as a starving man eats his food hurriedly. When he wanted to keep track of the boy, he did not mean this. Whatever this was.

"I refuse your refusal!"

Oh. And he somehow finds himself watching as the boy continues his dismal attempts at recruiting.

"I'm going to find One Piece; which is why I'm going to the Grand Line!"

The hitman quirks a brow, so the kid was heading to the Grand Line as well...

The man, Gin, he remembers, was more than a little frightened and wary. "If you're still looking for a cook, that means you don't have much people in your crew right?"

Luffy grins, before pointing to Reborn and the blond cook. "With them, that makes six!"

Reborn twitches while the cook gives his exact thoughts on the matter.

"Kid," he cuts in abruptly. Entertaining or not, hitman was not going to join anyone.

The boy blinks, before cocking his head. "Yeah?"

"Do you even know my name?" True, he had a Wanted poster— but Reborn highly doubted that the boy would check. He didn't seem like the type.

A pause.

The boy then beams brightly, and Reborn feels slight trepidation at the confidence in that smile. Perhaps he had heard of him? Reborn frowned. He didn't like being wrong. "Of course I do! You're curly burn!"

Complete silence, and with Reborn's peripheral vision— he can see both Gin and the cook giving him sympathetic looks at his supposedly abnormal and horrific name.

Reborn twitches and wonders if he's beginning to develop a tick.

"..My name," he grits out, "is Reborn." In which the boy gives him a blank look while his brows twist. "That's too hard! You can be curly burn from now on!"

Reborn then finally gives into his urge and proceeds to (attempt to) maim the rubber boy.

…It only encourages the boy to convince him to join his crew even more.


A/N: Um, heyyy. This is kind of a pilot chapter? Sorry for not working on my other fics DX I just needed to get this one out. As always, please review with a comment, criticism and etc. Feel free to point out my mistakes!

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