khr ain't mine

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Chapter 1

A Figurative Zombie

Donned in a full black suit, a stoic figured assessed his surroundings with a slightly troubled frown. What lay in front of him was a rather lively town... but a town that wasn't on any of the maps lent to him. The fedora-wearing man stumbled into the town while on recon when he was walking through the Namimori forest. Being a perfectionist, he had felt that the forest could play some kind of strategic site for assassination and surveillance... but it was more of the fact that the town existed in the first place that troubled him.

The black haired man, Reborn looked troubled because not only was the town not supposed to exist... but also... quite frankly, he was lost here. It wasn't that he was directionally challenged. If you would claim that, you'd be at the other end of his gun so it's best keep his silence at any such accusations. It was because of the compass that didn't work at all here and the high magnetic disturbance, which made his GPS rather ineffective. The convoluted geographic surroundings did him no favors.

Namimori was the town he had known through a colleague's ramblings. It was a town that had become a kind of taboo in the recent years as a topic, but he had always thought that it never actually existed since the mentioned party never actually went there, being a workaholic.

He didn't have any sort of clue of where he was right now, but he had to start somewhere. So lead by the countless conversations, he moved towards the general direction based on the scenic signs. There was a middle ranged house in front of him, with the nameplate slightly scorched like the burnt somewhat walls at the exterior. It looked like the house wasn't maintained for years and made it look like it was haunted. Namimori's buildings, as he observed were all slightly resembling each other in this way. He could hear the hustle and bustle of people, but they rarely entered his line of sight. It was like he was visiting a ghost town.

Thinking that no one would be living in a house like this, he humored his impression and pressed the house's intercom button.

Surprisingly, the door opened, and a brown spiky haired teen peaked outside and met his gaze. Reborn, on the other hand, gave the honey-eyed boy with an amicable atmosphere a suspicious glare, since there was to be no one who should have actually answered. Seemingly unbothered, the boy approached him and asked.


"Hello there. You must be new into the neighborhood. I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi. If you need any help from me, feel free to ask. We neighbors must help one another, after all."

It was kind of strange that he went straight to the assumption that the hitman would be moving in, but he would seize the opportunity given to him on a silver plate.

"Same here. I'm called Reborn. I'm just here on a visit. I've heard from a friend about this place and got a bit curious. Can I talk with you for a more firsthand impression?" he asked, taking advantage of the friendliness provided to him.

The teen smiled and gestured him towards his house, rather easily. Reborn wondered if this kid got tricked often given how careless he was with people.

Sitting at the end of a rather small, homely table near the living room, Tsuna brought a coffee after asking what the man would like to drink which he accepted. Before he started any topic, the brunette chirped in.

"It's rare that we get to meet new people here since it's hard to reach here in the first place. So it's a rather pleasant surprise."

"From the looks of it, the town's pretty peaceful. I'm more surprised that I've not seen any mentions of it in any of the local maps."

Smiling a bit wryly, the brunette answered "It's a town in the midst of nowhere. It would be difficult to get any guests to come to a broken down place like this."

"For a place, you've lived in, that's a rather critical opinion, isn't it? What's wrong with this place?"

It was a rather on script response to the unexpectedly negative reaction from the teen that gave off a cheerful impression. It hardly warranted the slightly patronizing look the brunette offered as a response.

"You're right. I wouldn't say the place is bad. As a matter of fact, the residents are slightly quirky. Getting bored with them living around here is hard. I'd say it's a town that attracts the weirdos, ahahaha.

It's like there's some sort of thread of fate connecting the people to here, that it's almost meaningless to convince them otherwise."

"That seems like a rather romantic connection one would establish with a person than a town with all things considered."

"I've seen a person I'd swear would lean towards that side if only it became legal. I'm wondering what's stopping him from trying to make it a reality."

"Heh. If that's true, that's one wedding I don't mind being invited to. It seems interesting."

"I'll ask him to add you to the invitees if he ever finalizes that decision. By the way, you said that a friend referred you here. I'm surprised someone even knows that this place exists."

"That's right. He's a 'friend' who has the same surname as you do. He's Sawada Iemitsu. Someone you know?"

"I sure do. That's my dad."

It was answered so candidly that Reborn paused for a minute or two before his hand moved towards his vest as he asked testily.

"Oh, is that so? That guy sure does have a son. One that he apparently doted on. I wonder how are you doing for a kid who's supposed to be burnt into crisp."

The boy blushed a bit at his subtle warning surprising him a bit.

"Ah. You've heard of that? How embarrassing. That's a part of my dark history."

"I'd say being burnt in a house fire would be a dark future, let alone a dark history. Say, who exactly are you?"

"Geez, I'm still Sawada Tsunayoshi. There's a proper reason for the misunderstanding you have, please listen to the whole story before making any hasty decisions!"

"...Go on. I'm listening."


"As a kid, I was pretty dumb. I mean I've not changed much, but there was a reason people around here called me dame-Tsuna. My mom and I lived together here before. She was the sweetest person you'd ever meet, you know?

To be fair, I was only six at that time!

At that time, she was a bit heartbroken that dad didn't visit a lot.

So I wanted to help out... was the excuse I gave, but I was being bullied at that time, and it was a bit lonely. So I wanted a companion that wouldn't shun me.

So I thought it'd be nice to get a sibling. If dad doted on mom a bit more, if he'd visit her more, after the continuous visits, eventually; I'll have a sibling or two. Maybe we could even form a whole baseball team!"

He didn't know where to comment on the ridiculous reasoning of the brunette in front of him. So his facial muscles twitched as the teen continued unperturbed.

"So I've seen in cartoons and romantic films about scented candles and creating the mood. Let me tell you; they're woefully inaccurate and frankly implausible.

Roses were expensive as compared to the candles, but I still saved up to buy them and even found the stash of fancy wine saved up for special purposes.

So for making the day special, I lined up the wine and champagne into those stacked towers of glass using all the glassware in the house while my mom was at work. And then poured the alcohol into them from the top of the pyramid, and boy did it look pretty!

Then I lit the candles around it like rings of fire and lit the candles to form a pathway from the table to the bedroom and scattered rose petals there and scattered the roses from the bouquets, stems and all at the floor and varnished the staircase handles with scented oil.

I've then rung up my dad and told him the house was on fire and he should hurry up here. To be fair, the candles took over like one-third of the house and I blew my entire savings on that!"

Was it him or did the entire setup just screamed an incident waiting to happen.

"Dad's a softie so I thought he'd get swept in the mood and things would work out in the end.

But here's where things dominoed out of control. Mom came into the house earlier than expected and was surprised at how things looked. I... uh... panicked a bit and tripped into the whole roses and realized... I forgot to remove the thorns and limped into the champagne pyramid."

Oh boy, he could practically see how it went from here.

"The alcohol spilled into the rings of fire and at that time, I remembered a show from television that alcohol was flammable... but yeah... too late...

A colossal flame channeled all the way over to the staircase as the alcohol puddle traveled and to make things worse, I remembered our house was primarily made of tatami wood that was easily burnable... ahaha...

The scented oil varnished handles didn't help either. It burnt the bedroom and broke one of the supporting beams that fell on top of me... I heard that mom screamed and ran over to the fire department but by that time the house pretty much actually burnt but she wasn't there to see that I crawled out of the debris with minor injuries thankfully. She apparently thought that I was still in that mess and ran out of the town in frustration that no one would get into the debris and look for me while at that time I had fainted in the Namimori shrine due to exhaustion.

Let me tell you this; it's harder to enter this town than to exit it and pretty much no one has ever come back. I'm guessing she had a kind of trauma and dad wanted to keep her at peace. Since he never been here, I doubt he believes everything mom has told about this place. I mean we shifted here without him ever visiting this place on mom's impression.

In the end they got closer- the house burnt into ashes and shortened their distance. But contrary to my plans, I've gotten more isolated from my actual goal. I guess that's karma for you, ahahaha."

He couldn't deny the other's reasoning. His own impression on Sawada Nana was that she was a fundamentally pleasant person who was slightly deluded in regards to her son and her living place since the way she described it was rather strange now that he thought about it. But now that he's here and heard about the incident directly from the unintentional perpetrator he leaned more towards the lady's story.

Although, it seems like it was too unlikely a situation; one that seemed to erupt from this lad's seemingly massive amount of bad luck.

"So... Getting away from topic for a bit.

Say Reborn, since you're just touring around for a bit for now. How 'bout you stay here for that time.

This house is too spacious for just one person anyway."

"...I'll take you up on that offer. I'm a bit curious about this place anyway."

Maybe he could take a vacation for once. But just to be on the safe side, it would be best not to let him meet with Bianchi.

'I don't know what would be worse. This guy getting poisoned to death from her jealousy or his attempts to probably hook us up for gaining more companions.'