An adult man, trademark black fedora with a contrasting orange band burying his black spiky hair tilted down, casting a shadow that prevented anyone from seeing the upper half of his sharp features as the green chameleon sat on the rim. To the rest of his body, he was wearing a jet-black suit and matching tie over his orange button up shirt. And of course the sun pacifier had been hanging loosely on his neck, held by a silver chain carefully hidden under his shirt so a bump wouldn't be present. He looked like one of those business-esque type of people you'd see anywhere, just blessed with a gentlemanly handsome form that would make any - even a man, swoon. That's Reborn, the man who's also known as the 'World's Greatest Hitman.'
Sighing heavily as he sank into his chair, arms were folded on his chest and a thick scowl is present on his face. Reborn is currently unable to make sense of the situation, the Great Reborn. Based on how much time has passed since taking flight, it would be an hour till he arrived in Italy, with baby in tow. Not just any baby, a potential successor of the Vongola to be exact.
"Fate enjoys encouraging these challenges on me, doesn't it?" He lamented under his breath, now smirking cynically at the new job offer he received to rouse necessary enlightenment.
The baby next to him wasn't even a day old yet and already he was given away, and to a freelance hitman at that. Whatever the reason was, he'd look into it later, he was only given the half - no, it was a cover up. That much he was certain of, something sinister must have happened for Timoteo to suddenly request his help without any prior information.
'Tsunayoshi Sawada' he thought to himself remembering the name, glancing at the baby strapped in the seat next to him. Reborn looked away from the infant's innocent giggling and held his chin in curiosity, 'Tsunayoshi… huh?' A faint smile gracing his face, perhaps raising a child would yield more satisfaction than he had thought.
When the plane had reached it's destination, he jerked, grabbing onto the seat into front of him to steady himself from the rough landing. Silently cursing under his breathe as his fedora fell, Reborn heard the baby snort, he turned and gave the newborn a dirty look. Unbuckling his seatbelt then re-adjusting his tie, he glared at the baby who was seated next to him.
He immediately got up and snatched the fedora from the floor, placing it back on his head as the chameleon quickly scampered back onto rim having fallen off from the sudden jerk. Glancing back to the baby, Reborn couldn't help but notice, like the colour of caramel, Tsunayoshi's syrupy brown hair had almost made Reborn re-think all the hair he saw, and surely this was the fluffiest he had seen. His attention was immediately taken back when a much darker shade of brown; burnt umber doe orbs looked at his pair of onyx eyes, confidence and strength exuding from them.
Smirking once more, he unbuckled the baby from the seat, carrying him in one of his arms. And without a care, he elegantly strode out of his private plane. No longer was he unsure of the new addition in his life.
As he was walking, the hitman idly pointed a finger against the toddler's forehead, Reborn glanced at the baby as he held back a chuckle, "You're really interesting." he told him, "But for now, shopping is more important." Then slowly, Reborn began jogging, trying to create a momentum for giant leap. Relaxing his calves as he was aware that they were still stiff from the entire flight, then with the right calculations, he added force on his calcaneus and jumped, then landed on a roof. Listening closely at the baby's babbling and laughter as he proceeded to leap from one rooftop to the another, fully abusing his ability to remain hidden from others. A small, tiny smile graced his lips.
A bit later, he soon arrived in one of the busiest shopping districts. Tightening his hold on the bundled up baby, he swiftly jumped down to the alley below him and casually left the area as he directed himself towards the mall. Once the hitman entered the building, Reborn nonchalantly strided to the baby's section. Stopping in the aisle that took his attention, he picked out a set with the lighter shades of orange and white colored lion themed onesies.
Noticing that Tsuna was gravitating towards a sketchpad he stared, Reborn pensively thought at the benefits it would bring. Drawing was used as a medium by many illusionists to train their minds, also being a staple for children attempting to conjure their flames as practice. Imagination or imagery was a skill revered in the mafia world, without the proper mindset of using the flames proved inefficient and difficult, though many had managed with only fueling it by emotion or instinct. However it wouldn't take long for Tsuna to draw, let alone maneuver his body with Reborn's guidance. Everything else with steady tutelage could be taught and refined.
Dropping the onsies into the Leon bag his pet chameleon had morphed into, he then slid it over his shoulder, allowing himself to follow whatever Tsuna desired. The newborn confidently pointed at a sketchpad and any various art supplies. By the time they've arrived at the cashier, Reborn was carrying a Leon bag full of the standard supplies needed by a baby and anything in relations to art. Not minding one bit as the baby was fully intent on getting what he wanted without appearing selfishly entitled, but rather showing the hitman the entire time with the maturity and worth of being respected, again, the infant was proving to be quite the enigma.
"Is this your child?" The cashier asked smiling sweetly, angling herself in a seductive manner, including shamelessly exposing her bosoms as she leaned against the counter. Reborn paused briefly, not paying attention to the woman's advances before replying. "…Yes, he is…"
Suppressing away his conflicted thoughts, he was a hitman, not a parental material. Forcing himself to comply with his current standing as an adoptive father, he closed his eyes and smiled indifferently, "Yes… he is."
Tsuna restlessly moved a bit in Reborn's arm, opening his mouth to try and say something. And to Reborn's surprise he could have sworn the newborn mouthed, 'Hungry'. He continued his confused trance at the baby to the dismay of the cashier who wanted to converse with him.
The woman glared at the hitman before noticing the man was holding above the counter a green bag, objects raining down and overflowing all the space the counter offered. When the cashier tried to chastise the man, a menacing glare was immediately directed at her. Apologizing profusely, she started to scan and bag everything in a haste. Taking advantage of this, the hitman gave the exact amount of money before collecting all the supplies into his bag and promptly left the cashier with a long receipt in her hand as she cried inside at the massive line forming in front of her.
Nonchalantly evading the various gaze of women and men gave behind him. Once again, a woman immediately entered his sight and began flirting. Infuriated at the girl that obstinately insisted on gaining his attention, he quickly made a detour into an alleyway and she had still followed. The girl paused and opened her mouth to speak with a raise of an eyebrow, but before she could, he swiftly aimed at the carotid artery at the back of her neck and leisurely leapt onto the rooftops. Arriving at his house at in a steady pace, he paused in front of the doorstep and swiftly raised his leg then kicked. The door swatted open and he entered, idly noting himself to fix the door later. Dropping the bags to the side then after rummaged for a bottle with a milk formula and water. Closing the door behind him, he hurriedly returned to the kitchen and placed the infant on one of the counter and made the drink quickly, fully aware that the newborn didn't consumed anything for nearly a whole day. Tsuna readily clutched the bottle with his tiny fingers and greedily drank to the very last drop.
Reborn plucked the bottle from the newborn's grasp and placed him on one of the couches, going back to put away everything that was bought. A bit later he picked up Tsuna and carried him towards his bedroom, sitting down on the side of the bed he took out his phone and hesitated on who to call.
Luce, a shaman possessing the power of divination, the Sky Arcobaleno. She would be the most appropriate, she had given birth to Aria so naturally her skill in childcare would be appreciated. Unfortunately she failed to keep secrets like this, Reborn was convinced if he told her the news it would have circulated across the mafia world in next day.
Verde, Leonardo da Vinci's rumored reincarnation and Lightning Arcobaleno also couldn't be trusted. Not with the way he tried to experiment on everyone back in the day on the pretext of technological evolution.
Colonnello, COMBUSIN's prodigy, the Rain Arcobaleno also couldn't be trusted, not when his and Reborn's competitive nature conflicted. There was a high chance Tsuna would end up in the crossfire, Iemitsu and by extension Timoteo entrusted him with Tsuna's safety and that involved staying away from injuries until the boy was ready.
Lal Mirch, the Special Force's Ace, the failed Rain Arcobaleno was the most reliable and responsible out of everyone. Though she needed to focus all her attention on her current assignments right now as the new chief of CEDEF.
Viper or now called as Mammon, an Esper called The Bender of Magic, the Mist Arcobaleno. She griped too much about money, a nuisance for Reborn.
Fon, The Master of Kempo who could even stop a bullet with his bare hands, the Storm Arcobaleno was busy with the international affairs stemmed from his ties with the chinese mafia., The only free time he had were dedicated towards training his two years old nephew.
Skull, an Immortal Stuntman known to be hated by the Gods of Death, the Cloud Arcobaleno was an unreliable candidate. It wouldn't please Reborn if Tsuna picked up on the cowardly tendencies. Definitely out, why did he even considered it?
Sighing heavily, he closed his phone in frustration, none of his contacts could be trusted. None. Leaning back into the mattress, he held the newborn close, staring at the child in his arms. And within that instance, he caught it, a small flicker of sunset orange in Tsuna's eyes. One that screamed dominance and unrivaled wisdom.
"Hyper Intuition?" He mumbled to himself, yawning at the fatigue which finally settled in. Leaning back onto his bed, he cradled Tsuna in his arms, playfully ruffling the caramel locks of hair, silently swearing to himself that he caught the newborn pouting. Chuckling at this gesture, he drifted to sleep, taking great pains to make sure he wasn't smothering the newborn.
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Reborn held back a weary sigh, his chameleon wasn't perched on his fedora. In fact the first thing he saw when he woke up was a bloated Leon spinning threads and making the clothes inside itself on top of the bed sheets, gently shrugging it off, Reborn got out of bed and strolled over to the bathroom. Pausing halfway, feeling that he was forgetting something important. Eyes wandering around the room they fixated on bright caramel hair sticking out from below the bed, knowing the possible injuries the newborn could have undergone he darted towards the child. Kneeling down, he picked up Tsuna from underneath the bed, scanning all over in an attempt to detect anything out of the ordinary-
"Great," he groaned in revulsion. "Why can't babies change themselves?"
Just as he was about to get up, he realized a discoloration, holding the newborn close in curiosity, he lifted the hair behind the newborn's neck. A mulberry colored birthmark that was carefully hidden from view with the help of Tsuna's hair, but the image it took on was what truly startled him.
"...a gunshot...wound?"
He had heard rumors, one theory that detailed how birthmarks were wounds inflicted from before a person had died, then reincarnating often with memories of their previous life resurfacing or in the most rare cases fully available to the child. With everything that's happened today, it couldn't- His train of thought interrupted by the warm wetting of fabric leaking onto his chest.
"I'll...-" He trailed off, clenching the baby who looked back with a triumphant glint in his doe-like eyes. Holding back his ire as a vein popped out, uncaring if anyone saw. "I'll have to change you, don't I?"
A few hours later, Reborn was sitting on the living room couch by himself, exhausted from the day's prior events caused by the projectile urination aimed everywhere as he attempted to change the baby. Fairly certain the newborn didn't even ingested that much liquid to begin with-
"Where was he?" Reborn muttered disappointed at himself. He had let the infant out of his sight, again. Recalling where he had last seen the child, he furrowed his brows in frustration. 'That damn kid better not touch my espresso' he hoped, aware of how ludicrous it was, there's no way-... he'll go do a quick check. Walking back into the kitchen, only to be made a fool of once more. The various appliances that were knocked over was the least of his worries, in front of him was Tsuna covered in paper and paint, guarded by some sort of lion cub emitting dying will flames from its mane standing on top of what appeared to be a drawing of itself.
"J-ust...what happened?"
Shuffling towards his espresso machine, his fingers trembled as he reached for his demitasse. He'd clean everything later, for now he needed a drink.
Author's Note
This chapter will be updated soon