R27 Oneshot

Monster

That was the only word in his mind as he sat hunched over on his bed. A gun held loosely in his hands. His signature fedora and suit jacket were left discarded on the floor a few paces away.

The dark room only added to the depressing aura the hitman was giving off. It was rare for such emotion to pour out of someone such as he, but this was a special occasion. For this was the day he dreaded most every year. The day the person he loved most called him a monster. The day he realized who he truly was.

Murderer

Slaughterer

Executioner

Criminal

Killer

The words just kept coming and coming like a relentless rain. Was there no release? No calm? But….wait…there was. And I was there right in front of his face. That wonderfully awful weapon. The tool of his trade. The object he used more than any other. His ever faithful Glock 3GOS the newest and most powerful model. That was his release. He could finally be free of all this pain.

Before he realized it the cool metal of the barrel was pressed up against his head. 'Can I do it? Can I really put an end to this misery?' hehoped.

He was so deep in his contemplation of freedom that he didn't notice the gun gently taken out of his hand or the silhouette of a petite form kneel in front of him. He didn't notice until the form took the hitman's shaking hands into his own.

"Protector" The form whispered.

'What?...What was that word?'

"Savior"

'Another one?...What was this person talking about? A Protector? A Savior? He was none of those things! He was a monst-'

"Angel" The person interjected as he reached up to wipe away the tears that stared to fall from the hitman's wide eyes. The form started to take on features as the crying man came out of his morose mutterings. Familiar gossamer brunette hair and honey colored eyes crowded his vision.

"W-What?" the shocked man whimpered

"Angel, My Angel" The familiar man spoke as a smile light up his face and the room seemed a little less grim.

"My Angel, My Angel" He repeated over and over again punctuating each word with a kiss the still stunned man's face. Slowly the hitman raised his hands up to the ones still wiping away the tears still streaming down his face and a flicker of hope ignited in his eyes.

Angel? Could it be true? Was it possible? Maybe it was. At least with this person here in front of him. The impossible always seemed possible with him. He didn't want to be a monster. He wanted to protect the ones he cared about. He wanted to keep them from harm. He wanted to keep this man before him, his Tsunayoshi, safe.

"You are my Angle, Reborn. Not a monster or any of those other things you were mutter earlier. I love you, Reborn. My Angel." And those words broke the now sobbing hitman out of his mental rambles. And he cried even harder. All of his walls fell as he realized that he loved this person here. The one that called him Angel.

"Thank you, Tsuna." He wept.

It really was possible. He could be an angel.