Disclaimer: I don't own KHR, I write this fanfic to practice writing and for my own entertainment. I make no profit off this fanfic.
Warning this fic contains: ooc-ness, genderbending, violence, theft, cussing, disguises, lying, sexual tension, flirting and panties.
Ladro Fantasma
Ch1
The figure of a tall black haired beauty stood before the grand oak desk. With a body that would make a model weep tears of jealousy, a form fitting suit, deep black eyes and curly sideburns the woman was truly a thing of beauty. Behind the desk sat an old man with grey hair. While the man wore a friendly smile on his face an aura of danger surrounded him.
"I'm surprised," the woman said, "I didn't expect you to need my services so soon after the last job."
"Is that a problem?" the man asked. "If I'm interfering with any jobs your currently handling…"
With a slight tilt of her lips the woman said, "of course not. My contract with the Vongola is honor bond. If you're in need of my services I am happy to lend them."
The woman and man stared at each other in silence for a moment until the man finally spoke up.
"I'm glad to hear that," he said. "As you already know I do have a job for you."
"So who is it this time?" the woman asked. "Who is it that has gotten on the wrong side of Timoteo the ninth boss of the Vongola Famiglia."
"No no nothing like that," Timoteo explained, "actually the job I have for you is a bit different then what the greatest hitman Reborn would usually accept."
"Oh really?" Reborn asked. "Now I'm curious."
Timoteo picked up one of the folders on his desk and handed it to Reborn. "Recently there's been a very interesting character running around causing all kinds of mischief…"
Reborn skimmed through the folder and came to a name, "Ladro Fantasma, the Phantom Thief?"
"Yes," Timoteo answered. "He's a rather interesting person and Vongola would like to send an invitation to join the Famiglia."
"So you want the greatest hitman to deliver it?" An unimpressed Reborn asked.
"Ladro Fantasma is a difficult person to meet," Timoteo explained.
Reborn looked at a blurry photo of a man in a white suit, "So all I need to do is locate him or do I need to hand the invitation over personally?"
"I think you misunderstand," Timoteo said. "We already know where Ladro Fantasma will appear next."
Timeteo then placed a small card on the table.
Curious Reborn picked it up and snorted, "really a calling card."
"The dear thief has a thing for theatrics," Timoteo explained, "he usually sends out a note telling what he intends to steal. This time he is after the yellow diamond being held in the Venice museum."
"If you know where he's going to be, why do you need my help?" Reborn asked.
"While we know where Ladro Fantasma will be. It has been very difficult to get in contact with the man. Or get him to stick around long enough to talk to, much more accept an invitation." Timoteo said.
"So I'm the messenger?" Reborn asked.
"In a way, yes." Timoteo confirmed, "we'd like you to give a formal invitation to Ladro Fantasma."
Reborn was silent as she processed what was being asked of her. Instead of being asked to take out a rival mafia boss or even some halfwit who had pissed off the Vongola, she was being sent on a mission to deliver an invitation to a somewhat popular thief. She wasn't going to lie, it stung to be sent out on a job that was below her capabilities but a job was a job.
"I understand," Reborn said.
Timoteo reached into his desk and pulled out a sealed envelope. As he handed it to Reborn he said, "I hope to hear of your success."
"Of course," Reborn said as she turned to leave the room.
As a man walked across the street of the Venice museum he eyed the security that surrounded it. At first glance it looked impossible to slip into the building without being noticed but the man knew differently. While the museum had been willing to accept police assistance in guarding the museum and the prized diamond inside they hadn't been willing to sacrifice the overall appearance of the building. In particular there were several areas that where dedicated to guest relaxation with lush and over grown plants. The area allowed for plenty of cover. An added bonus was the fact that the building was covered in banners to promote the current exhibits.
Passing by a couple and a few security guards the young man slipped into one of the out of the way rest spots. Making his way over to a tall bush that was conveniently partially covered by a banner the man started to climb up. Halfway up the tree he froze as he felt that familiar feeling, the feeling he always got when there was danger nearby. As the feeling passed he continued on his way. When he reached the top of the bush he reached over and grabbed onto the wall of the museum. Continuing to make his way up to the window above him. Climbing in the man kept close to the floor. He used that feeling that always told him when there is threat nearby and avoided the cameras in the room. Entering the hallway connected to the room he stood up. Brushing off some of the dirt and leaves that where stuck to his dark clothes he took in exactly where he was.
'The diamond should be held in the next room over and the guard detail should be changing out in about thirty seconds.' The man thought, 'the guard leaving has a hot date so he'll be in a hurry. While the guard taking over his spot has the stomach flu and should be still on the toilet for the next five minutes. That's more than enough time to get the diamond and get out.'
Walking over to the diamond exhibits entrance the man stop and grabbed an item from his pocket. A long remote of some sort was pulled out and with a press of a button the man made his way lazily into diamond exhibit. The device he had just pressed was specially designed to make the cameras in the room play on a loop. It should take them about three minutes to notice something was wrong with the cameras.
Strolling over to the case holding the yellow diamond the man careful, as not to trip any alarms, attached a small device to the pedestal that the yellow diamond sat on.
'With this the sensors should be deactivated,' the man thought as he lifted the glass case the diamond was in. Taking the diamond he replaced it with one of his calling cards and placed the case back on the pedestal. The man carefully removed the device he had placed on the pedestal moments before. Turning around the man made to leave the room the way he had come. Tossing the gem into the air and catching it he began to whistle a tune.
'That was simple enough,' the man thought. 'Now I just have to make my way out of here. This really was an easy job!'
The man though was startled from his thoughts as that feeling hit him, the one that is always right. Jumping to his left the man heard a gunshot and noticed a hole in the floor where he had been. Quickly turning around the man found himself facing a young man in a police uniform holding a green gun.
"Who are you," the police officer demanded.
"Who me?" The man asked. "I'm an electrician, I was called in to help repair some wiring that had been damaged."
The lie easily rolled off the mans tongue. A simple alibi that was covered in half-truths, it was true that the museum was having electrical issues, which he may have had a hand in and it was also true that the man had intercepted the call the museum had made to an electrician.
The police officer smirked as he kept his gun aimed at the man and said, "I doubt that."
The feeling, the feeling the man trusted with his life worsened. It felt like a heavy weight on his stomach and the man cursed his luck.
"This is what I get for jinxing myself," the man muttered to himself. "You're not with the police are you?"
The fake police officer scoffed at the mans question.
"I see then," the man said and made a dash for the window. His escape attempt was thwarted as several bullets where fired off. The man threw himself behind a set of armor and cursed. He then heard the slow footsteps of the fake police officer.
'It looks like I'll have to use that,' the man thought. 'I hate using that…'
Poking his head out from behind the armor the man made a reaching motion at the fake police officer and whispered, "steal!"
In his empty hand a soft and light object appeared. Man looked down at it with dread and gulped. He then blushed and made a desperate attempt for the window as he shouted out, "I'm sorry!"
The fake police officer took a step forward and froze. It was enough, with his opponent frozen the man was able to leapt out the window. Ripping off the dark clothes and hat he had been wearing he revealed a white tuxedo and cape underneath. Pulling a cord on his suit the cape he wore turned into a glider and the man made his escape.
The fake police officer stood frozen for a few moments. Even when they heard the cheers from outside signaling their targets escape they still didn't react. It wasn't until a phone started to ring that the figure moved to grab it from their pocket.
"Yes," they answered.
"I take it from the news things didn't go so well?" A mans voice ask.
"I'm afraid I wasn't able to complete the mission," the fake police officer stated as they grasped their uniform and ripped it off. Revealing a beautiful black haired woman wearing a suit.
"Ah that's surprising… In that case Reborn," The man began to say.
"Hold on Ninth," reborn interrupted as she placed a fedora on her head. "If possible I'd like another chance to deliver your invitation."
"Oh?" Timoteo asked. "I would think you wouldn't want to be stuck with such a minimal task?"
"In truth I was rather annoyed when you first gave me this mission," Reborn stated as the gun in her hand transformed back into chameleon and jumped onto her fedora, "but now I suppose you could say my interest is peaked."
Timoteo let out a long sigh, "you know I want him alive?"
"Of course!" Reborn said as she smirked.
As his feet hit the ground the man quickly began to turn his glider back into a cape.
"I have to get out of here," he muttered in frustration. "I have to…crap!"
Running his hands threw his hair caused for it to return to its natural unkempt state. The man then ran over to where he had stashed a change of clothes and changed out of his white tuxedo. Putting on some plain clothes a blue shirt, black jeans and blue sneakers. He shoved the rest of his cloths into his bag. He then shoved the yellow diamond he had acquired into the bag. In fright he tripped over his own feet when he heard a ringing sound from his bag. Picking himself up the man grabbed the phone in his bag and answered it.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Oh Tsuna!" A cheerful said, "I was just calling to ask when you where going to be coming home?"
Tsuna winced and said, "oh soon soon. I actually should be home by tomorrow."
"That's great Tsuna!" the woman happily stated, "in that case mama will make a feast for your arrival!"
"Eh oh no, you don't have to do that mom…" Tsuna said.
"Of course I do! My little Tsuna-kun is becoming a strong independent man!" Tsuna mother exclaimed. "I can't wait to hear how things went in Tokyo."
Tsuna laughed nervously, "yeah."
"Anyway I better go. The supermarket is having a sale." Nana said in goodbye.
"Oh yeah, bye." Tsuna waited until his mother hung up and then sunk to his knees. He hated lying to his mother but Tsuna didn't really know how to tell her that her son is a no good thief. A very popular but still no good thief.
Tsuna laughed as the events of the day played out in his mind. It was then that he noticed a piece of clothing on the ground. Picking it up he stared at it in dread.
Tsuna wasn't sure how it happened or even why but at some point he had developed a special ability. As long as he was a certain distance from a person or item Tsuna was able to steal an object off of them. Not just steal but make magically appear in his hand. It is incredibly useful ability. He didn't even need to see the object itself.
There where of course some flaws to it though. The first was that while Tsuna could easily steal something with this power he couldn't send or return something with it. So if Tsuna wanted to place one of his calling cards in the place of what he stole he had to do it by hand. The second was that Tsuna didn't have complete control over what he ended up stealing.
Tsuna then looked at the item in his had.
'It's really soft…' Tsuna thought.
In truth Tsuna had wanted to steal the gun from that fake police officer but instead he had ended up with this article of clothing.
"Panties…" Tsuna whispered, "these are totally a pair of sexy women's panties."
Blushing Tsuna shoved the panties into his bag as he thought, 'well its not like I can do anything about it now.'
I put Phantom thief in the google translate and got Ladro Fantasma, so that's how I got the title for this fic. I'm basing Tsuna thief outfit on Kaito Kid. This fic contains genderbending because yay female Arcobaleno.
Yes the mysterious Ladro Fantasma is Tsuna. Good luck Tsuna, you're going to need it
I just noticed that I left an old summary and stuff in here. I've edited that stuff out.
Anyways if there are any characters you would like to see genderbent let me know. So like a male bianchi, a female Dino or Xanxus.
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