Chapter One: Tiny AU where Reborn picks up a certain fluffy cinnabun roll sometime between falling cherry blossum petals and snowflakes dancing across the sky. Who knew the great Reborn could be such a good guardian?
Disclaimer: Sakhyu unfortunately does not own anything. Haha.
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"Rebooooorn . . ."
He would not turn around. No, he was the Reborn, the world's best hitman, and he definitely would not be swayed by a pleading whine.
A pause. ". . . Reborn?"
That being said, sighing was way below his level. So was twitching. They both implied that something was getting under Reborn's skin and that was obviously not true because Reborn was like a steel wall. Unbreakable. Especially sturdy against fluffy-haired brats with heart-breaking pouts and molten flaming eyes . . .
Anyway, he would not budge. Fidgeting was so below his level that the mere thought of doing something like that was an atrocity . . .
A soft sniffle and a wet hiccup. "R-Reborn!"
Whoops, RIP the power to resist. We will mourn you and remember your bravery for eternity.
"What, Dame-Tsuna?"
Cursing his own mouth for betraying him, Reborn took a moment to brace himself before he turned around to face his tiny charge.
Bright teary eyes and quivering lips was what first greeted him. Letting out that sigh he had been trying (in vain) to suppress, Reborn crouched down to look at the upset child in the eyes.
"R-Reborn," Tsuna mumbled quietly. "I-I'm sorry."
". . ."
No, bad Reborn. Hitmen do not feel regret. Especially not regret for making little kids cry. He was tough, he could kick puppies while wearing his nasty smirk. Something like this did not even phase him.
Soft sky flames quivered, weak and sickly and scared. No, no, no! Don't be scared . . . Baby sky was hurt Sun what are you doing―
A heartbreaking whimper. "R-Reborn?"
ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION.
Sighing a bit self-deprecating, Reborn scooped the crying child into his arms. Tiny fists clutched his shirt and Reborn only briefly mourned his dry-cleaning bill before he got up and began walking away.
". . . It's fine, Tsuna."
After all, it wasn't like it was the brunet's fault for getting kidnapped, right?
AN: I know I've been a bit quiet lately, but, well, school. Final projects and summatives. Exams. Please wish me luck so I can make it through this hell. On the other hand, I'm taking fluffy prompts on my tumblr sakhyu! They relieve stress aafjasfdaslkfj.
