Kao-tan: Sorry guys. I just HAVE to. I'm starting out a HKR 100 theme challenge and it's all going to revolve around Reborn and Lambo. Not all of the chapters will be intertwined or related to each other and most of them are going to be AU, but I'll write an author's note when I'm linking two of the stories together, kay?
And before we go on I'd like to give a special thanks to loonytwin who's going to beta a lot of this for me. Mainly because I can't help showing her bits and peaces. XD so thanks! Though there might still be some mistakes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing~
Prompt 1: Introduction.
Their first meeting was something that Lambo would never remember. He would never remember seeing those coal black eyes staring down at him with well hidden interest. Never remember the indifferent facial expression that never gave away the curiosity the hitman-in-training felt.
Because who remembers things like that when you're one and staring up at people through a small crib designed to keep you from electrocuting your birthday guests as well as yourself?
Not him, that was for sure.
But Reborn remembered.
He remembered his father giving him two days off from training. He remembered being dressed in a new, crisp suit, finer then the ones he owned. He remembered his father presenting him with his first fedora and the way it felt pressed down on his black spikes as he met the head of the Bovino Famiglia.
Because that was how he was raised. He was raised to remember every little detail of every little action that happened around him. Because it was his destiny to become the worlds greatest hitman. To follow in his father's footsteps. And to do that he had to be the best at ever thing. Had to analyze, understand, know…everything.
So he remembered his first meeting with the supposedly destined heir to the Bovino name. He remembered when it was his turn to approach the awkwardly designed crib. His father had stayed back to talk to the boss of the Bovino, but he remembered feeling their glances on his back despite the fair distance they were. He couldn't hear them talking but he could remember that they were. Remember that they were discussing something important and the interest that seemed to float in the air as he leaned over the large crib.
Reborn remembered having his hands stuck in his pockets. Remembered staring down at the small baby boy who had tossed all his covers off in his restless sleep. Remembered leaning in closer as his hands pulled from their resting place and draped over the thick bars so he could prop himself up.
He remembered leaning down, resting the side of his head against an arm while the other one lowered, thin fingers lightly brushing away thick locks of black hair.
And he could never forget the first time those wide green eyes opened. Filled with sleep and brimming with curiosity for the large world around him. Because he couldn't forget the way those eyes took his breath away.
And he could never when the boy's tiny hand wrapped around his finger in a gentle grip, fingers clothed together by the awkward design of the baby cow clothes he wore.
Because this was the supposedly future 'heir' of the Bovino. This was the baby who was suppose to have hidden potential. To be a boss. A Mafioso.
Reborn remembered hearing his father's voice telling him it was time to go. He remembered nodded slightly against his arm as the baby's grip became a bit firmer as though he didn't want this new person that had come into his world go.
And Reborn remembered smiling as he brushed his thumb along the baby's small hand and felt the grip relax as he stood up.
"You better hurry up and grow if you really want to catch my attention. I have nine years on you…and if you fall too far behind I won't turn around."
It was their first meeting. An introduction that had somehow seen them bound together. The start of a wonderful, twisted, complicated path that would forever see them intertwined.
Lambo couldn't remember, but Reborn could.
