Hello ! I'm BeautifulxxFilth; also known as Apple.
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Life was never so hectic than at that time. Peoples' thoughts collided and feelings were contradicting. Of course there was only one person who was always so certain about what he was doing. Other than that, everything was unsure. Spring days had never felt so hot, and the sunshine had never shone quite as bright.
Hit men were not supposed to question themselves. If you questioned yourself, you showed weakness and then you would surely be killed. There can never be a moment's hesitation; this will lead to your immediate doom. In the insane lifestyle of a Mafioso, letting your guard down was never an option that was considered. Maybe letting their guards down is what lead to the ultimate mistake.
Warm rays of sunlight penetrated the windows of every household across the small town of Namimori as a coal black jet made its landing after a grueling 15+ hour flight. The night colored plane stood tall at about 25 feet and was about as long as a basketball court. You know that when you see a plane of this high quality and size that some big business is going down. Sure enough, about 50 Mafioso in all black suits came marching out of the terminal within the airport. In the midst of this swarm was one particular hitman. A home tutor hitman by the name of Reborn. But I'm sure we all know who he is already.
"Did you enjoy your flight?" a very short female flight attendant asked the black-suited mafia men anxiously.
Reborn simply smiled and tipped his hat in sarcastic courtesy, "It was long."
The man wore a formal black tux as the rest of the men surrounding him but had an air of high authority around him that made him stand out from everyone else. There was also a little green chameleon on his fedora, but that was hardly noticeable when his very presence was so intimidating. His brown-black hair jutted out in an array of organized spikes and a curl of hair traced the lines of his jaw on each side of his slender face. Oh yes, he was intimidating. And not in any kind of joking way. This is the kind of man who could easily have you on your knees begging for mercy if he only desired you to do so. A force not to be reckoned with. Quite so.
"Come. It's time to meet with Tsuna, and I don't want to be late," were his only other words before the whole crowd was quickly cleared out of the small airport. Authority of the highest standard.
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The quaint little house on the curb rolled into view as a long black limo drove up to it. Reborn lifted his hat-adorned head and took in the sight of the small neighborhood. Wow, did it feel like home..! Reborn's eyes took in the blue sky of the morning and the golden rays of sun touching the roof and windows of the little house that occupied Tsuna, Maman, the kids, and Bianchi. Stepping out of the limo, he could smell the familiar scent of Namimori and knew he was really back.
"Ahhhh.. Reborn..!" were Tsuna's words as the tall Mafioso entered the Sawada household, "Why are there so many scary men outside..?"
"Hello, Tsuna. It's nice to see you, too," his words were sarcastic, but he really meant it. It had been a little while since they had seen each other. As much as he wasn't going to admit it, Reborn had missed the brownette's panicky demeanor in the few months he'd been gone. "How is everyone doing, Tsuna? Where's Maman?"
"Mom's in the kitchen. She's making a big breakfast for everyone. She was excited hearing you were coming back this morning," Tsuna grinned at the thought of his happy little mother being so content with everything that goes on in their lives now. Even if most of it makes no sense.
"Ah, that's good to hear," the black-suited Mafioso grinned as well, "Where's everyone else?" Reborn looked around the small dining room area and noticed that only Bianchi, Lambo, and I-Pin were present. He was expecting to see Gokudera somewhere around here at least.
"Gokudera-kun and Yamamoto haven't come to get me yet," Tsuna said in a kind of muffled glee. He was thrilled that his two best friends stopping by every morning before school had become a daily routine. Now, they tend to come a little earlier than necessary to get some of his mother's great cooking. He was always happy to have them around him. Tsuna loved all of the new friends he had made, and in truth, it was all thanks to Reborn. He had only a few times ever considered calling them his family, but that is what they had all come to be to the young Vongola. Reborn felt a surge of pride for the young Vongola family and having the right to say it was him that made it all happen. It was true that Tsuna was a stubborn youth, but he was the rightful heir to the Vongola and he was going to be a great Mafioso. Reborn tipped his hat at Maman and took the seat at the small table he had missed so much. Even more than that, he had missed Maman's home cooking and the tall mug of coffee she made just for him. At that minute, there was the sound of two voices right outside the front door. One was yelling - unmistakably Gokudera.
"JUDAIME!! Why are there so many Mafioso outside your house?! Is something wrong?!" Gokudera waltzed into the house shouting. He then continued to take a side-ways glance over at the dining room table and saw a tall gentleman sitting there with crossed legs taking a sip of coffee. "R-Reborn!" he looked astonished, "I wasn't expecting you to come back for another month at least!"
A black-haired taller teen walked up next to Gokudera and noticed his attention was directed at someone other than Tsuna. Yamamoto's hazel eyes closed into a wide grin that showed in his entire face. "Ahaha, Reborn! You're back!" No longer calling him 'little guy' or 'baby' because of certain circumstances - Reborn's return to adulthood. Yamamoto just put his hand behind his head and continued to grin as if he knew what was going on. Same old Yamamoto but he was definitely more aware that this Mafia role-playing game was a lot more than a game.
"Ciaossu," Reborn answered with his usual greeting. Those two were the same as always. Although he was only gone for three or four months. Reborn felt the sudden urge to test out their strength to see if they had improved at all. It was good to see them with Tsuna and the rest of the family. The hitman wondered vaguely if he should visit a certain black-haired prefect that would be undoubtedly thrilled to see him - or bite him. "I decided to come back early. They can handle the rest without me," he said, answering Gokudera's question. Reborn could tell from the look on Tsuna's face that he didn't even want his home tutor to mention what it was he had been doing in Italy for so many weeks.
Suddenly, "EEIIIIKKK!! Gokudera-kun, Yamamoto, we have to get to school! We're going to be late!!" Tsuna exclaimed. He slipped his shoes on and grabbed his cream-colored jacket as he ran towards the door with the other two in tow. "We'll catch up with you later, Reborn! Haha!" he heard Yamamoto say on his way out.
The door closed with a loud click, and it was quiet in the small room. But not for long.
"AHAHAHA! You think that because you're an adult now I won't try to destroy you?!" Lambo shouted obnoxiously as he jumped up unto the table holding half a dozen grenades, "Nothing will stop Lambo-san from completing his mission!"
He tossed a grenade at Reborn's face - who was facing downwards. With one swift motion, Reborn caught the grenade and swiped his leg across the table; resulting in little Lambo being struck in the gut and sent flying across the room. Luckily, the young Bovino had been too blinded by his own outburst and baseless pride to activate the grenade before he threw it.
"To.. ler.. ate..," came from Lambo across the kitchen, "Nng.. Eh.. WAAAAAHHHH!!" and out came the Ten Year Bazooka from seemingly nowhere. It was a habit of Lambo's to switch places with his self from ten years into the future, so it wasn't such a surprise to see his 18 year old counterpart walking around from time to time. At least the cow's other selves were not as obnoxious and annoying as his 8 year old self - who still acted like a spoiled hitman brat.
Reborn's patience had worn thin, so he decided it would be a great time to take his leave. He thanked Maman for the great meal and exited through the front door of the small Sawada home. His 50 or so Mafioso were standing readily at each side of his limo and proceeded to open the doors; ready to take their leave as well.
"Not yet. I'm going to walk around by myself for a while. You're all dismissed," Reborn's order was all they needed to be on their way. Several glossy black limos drove off into the distance to who knows where. Certainly not Reborn. He wasn't concerned with petty little details such as where his subordinates go when he's not with them. Most likely, they find themselves a nice bar and get wasted for the rest of the evening.
The sun was still low in rising in the morning sky and Reborn set off to walking in the direction of Namimori High. It might not be so bad to give the Guardians a visit after being gone for so many weeks; so many days.. They must've improved in their ability while he was gone. It would be especially surprising if the Vongola Guardian of the Cloud had not once bitten someone to death in Reborn's absence. Truly surprising indeed.
As he approached the school grounds, the black-suited Mafioso heard the familiar shout of a certain extreme Vongola Guardian. Sasagawa Ryohei - the one who is always in his Dying Will mode. With his motto, 'To the extreme!' it was no wonder why. He lived every minute as if it were his last, and Reborn found this especiallly desirable in a Mafioso of the Vongola Famiglia. With him was a certain individual that Reborn had both despised and admired through the many years they had known each other. A certain blonde-haired Arcobaleno who had been both his best friend and his arch rival.
"Well, well.. Reborn's back. Why didn't you tell me you left, hey?"
So it began.
