Exams are finally over!(Yay!) This story is going to have a strong language, violence and smut so be warned. Please no flames but advice and critic is welcomed. Those who like enjoy. Also be warned Adult!Reborn And AU.

Disclaimer: As you're probably know I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn happily for everyone and sadly for me. Anyway on with the story.

"Speaking"

Thoughts


The blonde teen smiled pleased as he looked around. His scarlet eyes examined every inch of the tall building. He memorized the building's layout a long time ago. The blueprints, the inside, the outside, he even knew how many scratches were on the wall. He located the nearest exit along with the closest guard. The minute their eyes met the man recognized him and begun marching toward him, angrily. Still he didn't panic. He sipped his drink relaxed then throw the empty can into the trash bin. The boy smirked, he already found his next victim.

~.~

Reborn sighed, he didn't knew why but he just felt too tired today. Maybe from the 12hour flight or maybe the fact that he didn't manage to catch a wink of sleep for the last 3 days. There's been an emergency in the Vongola, and of course he was called in to clean up the mess. Just as usual. Don't get him wrong he loved his job. Being the world's number one hit-man was definitely something but… he just wanted to have a break. Then again 9th was his friend. Hell that man was almost like a father to him, even through given Reborn's real age… Yeah something was definitely weird with that and with him for that matter. I need to sleep he decided and that was just what he intended to do as fast as he reached the hotel.

~.~

The guard looked around he became frenetic when he didn't see the teen. He could swear that the blonde was there just a second ago. He only lost him for one second but it was more then enough for the blond teen to slip through his finger. The guard didn't spot the grinning adolescent just 3 feet away from him who snickered amused and blended in with the crowd. It was really easy since most people were hurrying, not paying too much attention to each other. His cloths and everything looked normal about him. The teen was dressed to fit in any kind of mass. He wore a simple white dress shirt with dark jeans and black sneakers. His target was moving toward him with a hurried pace. By the looks of it he was more than just tired.

Reborn sighed as he maneuvered through the crowd of people. As excepted New York's airport was more than lively, not to mention since the holidays were just around the corner even more people were traveling.

Their were just a few meter away from meeting, he could do the count down in his mind 6, 5, 4

Reborns eyes locked with a teenagers. A pretty boy no more then 16 maybe 17.

3 The teens eyes were an interesting brown almost scarlet colored and blonde hair which for a Japanese seemed weird but he looked absolutely astounding. Too bad… he could care for some company but the boy even through totally delicious was just way too young for him. Still that didn't mean he couldn't look.

2 The teen smiled flirtatiously and approached him then stopped right in front of him. Reborn raised an eyebrow. Of course the possibility that teen was an assassin sent to kill him didn't escape him but while the brat didn't seem exactly harmless he looked innocent.

1 Maybe not totally innocent, because those were definitely bedroom eyes but the teen wasn't a murderer either. He was more then just shocked when the teen tucked him by his tie he almost let his instinct get the best of him but then the blonde leaned in and kissed him.

0 Those lips were sinfully soft, it reminded Reborn of flower petals. The teen nipped gently at his bottom lip, Reborn granted him access instantly. Which shocked Reborn even more. He didn't let people approach him at best not to mention kiss him just like that? The teen was quite skillful, but Reborn get over the shock fast and responded. Not just responded but took control of the kiss, they battled for dominance and of course he won. He could feel things get hot really fast. They were kissing as if they were old lovers, they moved in perfect harmony, somehow everything felt just right. They kissed for a long time but it felt like it ended too fast. They broke away since they both needed air desperately. But before Reborn could ask anything the teen smiled the moved past him. Reborn turned after him he almost grabbed the boy by the hand but got himself before he did something he would regret later.

"Why?" Reborn asked intrigued. One question wouldn't hurt. The blonde stopped.

"Felt like it." He said without turning back then walked away.

Felt like it… huh Reborn smirked. He probably won't ever meet the teen; still the boy was really interesting.

~.~

He should have known. He was the world's best hit-man how could this happen to him? He felt right into the brat's trap. Damn he must be more tired then he thought. How else could possibly this happen. He should have felt something wasn't right the moment he looked into those gorgeous eyes. Damn! But with such a pretty face, too bad really he didn't want to kill him.

"Can I-" He glared at the waitress without wanting too, the poor girl quickly run away. Must have scared the hell out of her. Damn, nobody made a fool out of him. Not to mention nobody made him lose control like this… this just wasn't happening. This must be a damn nightmare. That's it, he must have fallen asleep on the plane… why did he even bother? He knew this wasn't a dream and trying to convince himself that it didn't happen won't make his problem go away. His phone rang and he cursed as he picked up.

"Hello! Reborn, so how was the flight? New York must be beautiful this time of the year! " Shouted a cheerful voice and Reborn wanted to strangle the stupid idiot even more now then ever. The blonde always Irritated him to no end but right now he just couldn't put up with his antics.

"Iemitsu I don't have time for your stupidity." Not to mention that blond hair just added to the fuel. Just thinking about it, made him want to snap and shoot someone.

"Oh what happened are you alright? Should I come down?"

"No!" Reborn shouted immediately. The raven haired man sighed. He was acting so out from his character. He needed to calm down. "Just tell me why you called."

"Actually …" he seemed hesitant at best. Now Reborn was interested. He knew the man from a long time. He was always an idiot, but the man was unquestionably one of the most courageous and bravest man he had ever meet, but Hesitant? Never.

"Iemitsu speak." Reborn said as patiently as he could.

"… we may have found a lead on … Nana's whereabouts…"

"Oh, okay. I'll fly back right away."

"That's not necessary, beside you just got there-"

"I'll be on the next plane available." Reborn hung up leaving no room for comment.

To think that they finally had a lead. As stupid as Iemitsu was, he was a good friend. When Nana his wife disappeared the man fall apart and Reborn and Nono had to pick up what was left. That was more then a decade ago, to think that after more than 17 years the man still cared for his wife. Reborn would have moved over long ago. Nono always teased him about it. Maybe he was right. No matter how long Reborn lived he never meet anyone that special. Of course he had persons he cared for but never meet the One. So he simply had to conclude that real love, maybe didn't exist. Or maybe it just didn't exist for him.

He sighed he had only less then four hours to find and eliminate his target. Thanks to his works he knew how to get information and fast. He will make -him pay God he needed to find a better way to call that brat. 'Blondy' he decided on the nickname for the guy who dared to lift his valet.

~.~

He watched as the four guys moved up to him. He knew that they won't let him leave that easily. There weren't many people in the bar and even less who would get implicated.

The teen set up from his chair and looked them in the eyes. The leader of the group begun speaking. "Hey babe, what's up?"

"Move, I'm not interested." He said irritated as on of the goons grabbed his arms.

"Oh feisty, I like that!" Before he could even register what happened he was elbowed by the blond. A stomp on his leg and a punch in his face was enough to knock him out. Through the other didn't appreciate their friend being hurt so they jumped into the fight.

The blonde guy avoided a punch sent his way and jumped up on the bar. He kicked the glasses sitting on the counter aiming for his attackers then jumped over. The bartender moved out of the way. Blondy grabbed a bottle of vine and smashed it on the head of his attacker who tried to climb over the counter. The bartender shrieked as he run away, not wanting to be caught in the middle of a bar fight.

His opponent was bit dazed, the blonde grabbed him by the back of his neck and smashed his head into the counter repeatedly. One of the others somehow moved to his back and tried to hold him down. Blondy used the counter and pushed back smashing his assailant into the wall. The guy let out a pained grasp and his hold eased so using that moment to escape the blonde one throw a few punches to the guy. Said man slide to the floor slowly. Unfortunately he registered the pain in his head a little too late. Judging by the sound and by the sharp pain someone probably smashed a bottle over his head. He turned around but his head hurt his ears were ringing, he couldn't avoid a punch. Straight to his gut. Now that hurt pretty fucking bad. He tried to stand but he was still pretty disoriented and the pain in his gut didn't help.

"Fuck!" he didn't even finished when he was punched again, into the stomach. He cried out silently. He doubled over he almost throw up but didn't have time to. He was grabbed by the shirt and showed into the counter. Luckily Blondy managed to grab the counter so he didn't fall to the ground. He saw the guy approaching him so he stand up still clinging to the counter. The guy grabbed him by his collar, Blondy narrowed his eyes then head butted the guy. He realized it was a stupid move. But at least his head felt kind of numb now. Through the colors kept dancing before his eyes. He grabbed the guy before he had a chance to clear his head and punched him as hard as he could. The guy spin around and his head bumped into the counter before he fell down.

Blondy sighed as he straightened out his cloths. He tried to looked around. Through bad idea. The world was spinning now. Damn! The police will probably be here shortly so he moved toward the exit. He somehow managed to keep his food down through he was sure he will end up emptying his stomach in the near future. The bartender tried to stop him. He just took out 100 from his valet and left still cursing under his breath.

He had to empty his stomach in a bush and thanks to the idiot who smashed a drink over his head he smelled like a freaking bar. People though that rather then hurt he was drunk. Through he decided he didn't really cared. He needed a shower and some clean cloths and needed them fast.

He really didn't felt like he won the fight. To put it in simple words he felt like shit. He didn't even remember how he managed to arrive to his place.

~.~

Reborn opened the door and immediately had to side step. He obviously activated a trap which shot a projectile, if his reflexes were anything but top notch he would have been shoot. The hit-man looked around the place. It was a typical run down hotel-room. Not someplace he would stay usually. But a good assassin knows how to adept or dies. Seemingly there was no one here. Still he had more then then enough time before his plane took off. He looked through the bag that was thrown beside the bed. There were some cloths and shoes, a set of silver daggers which he remarked was missing two pieces, along with an upgraded first add kit. What cached his attention through was the silver Desert Eagle in his holster. The gun was a beauty with white grip, no serial number of course. The slide had the inscription: Caeli Lacrimis (Latin for: Tears of sky) along with fitting ammo. He wondered if Blondy actually knew how to handle that gun, because even if he didn't want to admit it that would be a major turn on. And by the way the gun was cared about, he was more than sure the teen did.

Hidden in a false bottom were some serious equipment usually used by thieves or hackers. In the laptop case were some fake identity cards which were are well hidden but he wasn't the world's best hit-man for nothing. Blondy had a black laptop and 2 disposable cell phones, an Mp3 and headphones on the table next to case. By the looks of it no other personal items at all. Reborn tried to hack into the laptop but no luck. Obviously Blondy did everything in his power so no one but him could access that computer. The hit-man was almost impressed he was good with computers but not over the top but even he could tell that it was nearly impossible to hack into it. He set down in a chair facing the door. Still if Blondy was an assassin then he was a really bad one.

~.~

Blondy arrived to his hotel room but had a bad feeling. He learned to trust his instincts so he stopped before the door. He turned around, his head hurt like a bitch since the adrenaline left him. And all this walking didn't help. The teen climbed the fire escape and being as quiet as possible he glanced inside his room.

As expected there was someone inside his room. Damn, he knew the moment he hacked this guy's account that he shouldn't have pick-pocketed him. No matter how hot the guy was or how good he kissed. After all no honest citizen could have such a sum of money on himself. And all the money were in banks that were used by the Italian mafia and other mobs. Who knows who this guy was working for. He sat down to think things through. Looking at it this way he was a dirty guy and since he had this guys money he could always buy everything he had inside …well not quite he would rather die then leave his gun behind. Not to mention this guy found him relatively easy. He could find him again, and if his money was missing he would probably pretty pissed not that he wasn't pissed now. He smirked, since he was pissed already-

~.~

Reborn heard something ringing. He looked at the table where Blondy's electrics were. He picked up the black cell phone and pressed Answer Call. He put it to his ear and waited for the other to speak.

"Hey, creepy Fedora-guy" Reborn's eyebrow twitched. He recognized that voice, it was him.

"Hey Blondy"

"Blondy? Really that's the best you could come up with?" He asked teasingly.

"Says the one who calls me creepy Fedora-guy."

"I was torn between multiple choices since you're Great-kisser, wear a Sexy Fedora and have taste great in suits." He said all honesty. And Reborn almost chuckled, this guy was great still he was more then angry at the brat.

"I'm afraid that's not quite enough. I won't fall for the same trick. Even through you certainly have quite a wicked mouth and a tasty silver tongue."

"Thank you but I wasn't lying. You're a great kisser and that fedora is quite sexy."

"I know that. Now how about you tell me where you are?"

"Ah-ah, you know this is why I said creepy, really… why did you had to break into my room and go through my things?"

"Maybe because you took my valet?"

"I wouldn't have if I knew you were dangerous. Is not my hobby to be stalked by a middle aged guy either. No matter how sexy he is. Anyway what do we do now?" Middle-aged? Blondy was sooo going to pay for that.

"How about you give me back my valet for start?"

"... if I give you back your valet you'll leave?"

"Sure." After a little payback.

"You promise?"

"Yes." He had a flight to catch unfortunately.

"Alright. I'll meet you at the Café Pub three blocks, from where you're staying. In 2 hours or so."

"How do you- never mind. But let's make it an hour. Or better half an hour."

Half an hour, that's impossible. He had to take a shower and buy himself at least a new shirt thanks to some seemed like Blondy was thinking about something really hard before he answered. "45 minutes." It was the best he could work with.

"45minutes." Reborn agreed.

"Alright then. See you soon Fedora-guy."

Rebon heard the dial tone and put the black cell phone in his pocket. He wondered if Blondy would really come to the Pub. Still the fact that Blondy knew that he was here meant that he won't come back here unless Reborn was out of the way. His best lead was to take the teens word. Not to mention somehow he believed it when Blondy said that he wouldn't have steal from him if he knew who he was. Through that brought up another question Did Blondy knew who he was? Because if that was true he may need to silence him. And even he didn't want to just kill a teen, a very good looking one no that didn't matter right now, back to the subject –he didn't want to kill Blondy just because of something so stupid that was half his fault. After all he is supposed to be the world's best hit-man. To let a kid mess with him that just wasn't supposed to happen. He took Blondy's belongings and called for a cab.

Blondy swore as he watched Reborn take his stuff with him. He was sitting on the roof of the building which was right across of the motel he was staying or has been staying at. It was expected but still. He hopped that the man left at least the first-aid kit.

~.~

Reborn was sipping his espresso. This place did actually have great coffee. He closed his eyes for a second and

"Hey!" Blondy was sitting right across him with freaking huge smile. The only difference from that morning was the fact that instead of a white t-shirt and now was wearing a black one. The blonde teen grinned as he saw Reborn raised an eyebrow probably wondering how he did that.

"Don't hey me." Reborn narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Don't look so pissed, you'll get wrinkles." Blondie mimicked Reborn's expression, and damn the kid he almost laughed. Through he quickly reminded himself why they were here. He growled and that made the teen let out an undignified Che.

"You're no fun…" The blonde said with a sigh. "But since you're sexy I'll forgive you." The teen give him a wink. The waitress chose that moment to appear. Reborn felt his eyebrow twitch as she shamelessly flirted with the blond haired brat. As he looked around he realized that most costumers were watching them. As an assassin he was used to blend in the crowd through he had to admit that it wasn't the first time everyone was watching him like hawks. He had that effect on people. Not to mention right across him the golden haired teen attracted just as much attention if not more. Reborn noted as he watched the younger that he seem even paler than in the morning not to mention he's smile looked a bit forced. Was he sick? But he was just fine in the morning.

"So what should I call you?" Blondy finally asked him.

"Let's talk about why we are here."

"If you insist. Through I must tell you I didn't know you liked being called Fedora-guy."

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean… if you insist on me calling you Fedora-guy you must like being called Fedora-guy. Else you wouldn't let me call you Fedora-guy, right? Not to mention even through I let you correct me you didn't and even when I ask you quote 'what should I call you' instead of Fedora-guy, you just brushed me off. That's why I thought that you liked being called Fedora-guy, that's why you didn't correct me when I called you Fedora-guy, Fedora-guy."

"How the hell did you arrive at that conclusion and stop saying Fedora-guy, Fedora-guy is irritating."

"But you said not to call you creepy Fedora-guy."

"Just call me Reborn." The older blurred out. Then the blonde grinned. "Reborn-ka?" The teen smiled predatory while he purred Reborn's name sexily.

Fuck! One why did he just tell Blondy his name. Second what the hell? that smile just made him shiver. Shiver from anticipation of course, he had to restrain himself from grabbing the teen and taking him right there in front of those people because seriously What the hell? That smile just had to be illegal. He could easily understand now what the teen meant by being stalked by a middle aged guy. With that smile it was no wonder if someone stalked him. And three why did this kid have such an effect on him. Did he like Blondy? Damn this was worse then he thought.

Okay maybe he didn't have to purr but damn Reborn, did he have any idea how sexy he looked when he acted all strict and angry. It made him want to jump him or better get jumped. And really that expression that he made. Like he wanted to ravage him right here right now was freaking hot. It was all just too much.

"Ne I don't usually do things like this but since I own you an apology and you're way too tasty to pass on why not use the time we have to… erase some tension." The teen licked his lips suggestively.

"You don't know what you're saying." Reborn said with a fucking chuckle. Because damn the kid was good but he was better.

"I'm pretty sure I know what I want. The question is if you want to know just how wicked and hot my mouth really is. Or if my skin is really so soft as it looks-"

And that was it. The sound of his self-restrain snapping. He stood up leaving a enough money for his espresso and a generous tip on the table. Blondy smirked as he followed Reborn back to his hotel room.


I wonder how many know Blondy's identity. I'll eagerly wait for the answers and reviews ^^