Summary: Tsuna a 16 year old boy wakes up one night to have the famous thief 'The pineapple haired illusionist' in his bedroom. Could this be a start to a new adventure? A possible explanation about his weird dreams about a certain blonde haired man and rings? Why one of his friend's calls him 'Tenth'? Or even why the man he's grown up to know lives in his house? Who knows? But Tsuna will find out.
Couples: Main: 6927, Adult27, and 1827
Side couples: Possibly 8059
It's probably a bunch of crap, but if you liked it, i'll write more. Please review!
Mukuro's POV
There gaining on me. I knew I should have rested and recharged my powers. Chrome did warn me. I heard my breathing, it's so heavy. I need somewhere to hide, and lay low for a little while. Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, anywhere. Bingo, the open window across the street took my fancy. They won't suspect there. I jumped off the roof, and flipped inside. Landing in, not very gracefully, I took a look at my surroundings. I'm in a bedroom, a very untidy messy bedroom.
"HIEEEE!" I heard a loud squeal and I twisted my head around. Upright in his bed, is a 16 year old boy, he has starfish hair and huge caramel eyes. How fun. I slinked towards him, and smiled, it seems no one heard his scream. He pinned himself to the wall stupidly, what a silly silly boy, but by god he's ridiculously cute, could almost be a girl.
I loomed over him, my trademark chuckle getting the best of me.
"Don't scream, little starfish," I smirked as he attempted to scream again but nothing was coming out. His lips caught my attention, why do they look so inviting? Peachy pink plump perfectness aching to be captivated. Who is this boy?
"What's your name?" I whispered, stroking my fingers in his soft brunet locks.
"T-Tsunayoshi," he stuttered, while quivering.
"Well Tsunayoshi...I need to stay here for a while," I said, and he tilted his head and gave me an adorable frightened expression. God if I'm not careful I might actually pounce on him. I restrained myself slightly, but didn't back away.
"Why is that?" he asked, his voice stammering.
"Because I'm hiding from the law, haven't you heard of me, I'm the infamous thief 'the pineapple haired illusionist'!"
Mukuro woke up from a deep slumber, and leaned forward. He was still tired; this wasn't going to fare well with tonight's raid.
"Mukuro-sama, breakfast is ready," he heard a cute voice say and he drifted sluggishly into the kitchen, his pineapple like hair style sticking up more than usual. He plonked himself at the kitchen table that was in the middle of their quite spacious hide out, which was also a lot like a normal apartment. His animalistic friend Ken was already perched up on his chair, it looked like he was salivating in hunger, but was it for the breakfast or the cute purple haired girl bringing the plates to the table? Before Mukuro could hit him, someone already had, and he gave his yo-yo obsessed friend a thankful smirk for his rather needed deed.
While Chrome rushed over to help the fallen animal, Mukuro reached over –head still on the table- for a newspaper; the front cover's title made him smile.
'The pineapple haired illusionist strikes again! Will he ever be stopped?'
No way in hell! Mukuro chuckled to himself, and lifted his head as Chrome placed a delicious smelling breakfast in front of him.
Mukuro glanced at it lazily; as good as it smelt he was far too tired to eat. He prodded the morsels with his fork and then laid his head back down onto the table.
"Mukuro-sama, are you alright?" she questioned, pressing a slender palm to his forehead, "Well you don't seem to have a fever, but I don't advise doing tonight's raid Mu—
"Nonsense! I'm fine, I'm fine, see," he grabbed his fork and shovelled the food into his mouth to prove a point. Chrome sighed a little, but then gave her best friend a small smile.
"If you say so," she said, and then trotted over to give Chikasu, the yo-yo fanatic, his breakfast.
There was no way Mukuro would miss a raid, it was his job, his pride, to take away treasures that belonged to the mafia. Those treasures would definitely be his. He had a right to them; consider it compensation for the horrible torment they caused on his with their experiments. Mukuro shuddered a little reminiscing about his horrific past. That was behind him now, he had killed them all. He only had one focus now. That was to take what he deemed mafia 'treasures', but he secretly knew that those treasures, in the museums, behind well guarded glass cases, were weapons. Ruthless deadly weapons, weapons Mukuro could use to take over the mafia, create a world war three, and the outcome of it all; a cleansed world! A world without the disgusting vile creates that was the 'mafia'. And most of all, the main group...the Vongola.
Every time he heard the ninth boss of Vongola being mentioned on his television, his blood would boil. That man looked so innocent, but Mukuro knew it was all a cover up, a well thought out lie; to mask the true horror that was 'the mafia'.
"Is that right Vongola 9th, you're looking for an heir, so your stepping down from your position?" Mukuro heard in the back of his mind, and he turned his head to notice Chikasu was watching the television. At the sight of the Vongola 9th, Mukuro clenched his fists, but kept his cool. A woman in a blouse and cropped skirt, her perfect hair in place, was interviewing him. Her microphone leaning over to ask him questions, each of them he answered with a polite smile.
"Turn it off."
The three other house members twisted to see Mukuro's demonic aura, and with that Ken quickly rushed over to switch the channel. Now it was replaced with a cartoon show, and created an overall comfortable background noise for the members of the household.
After breakfast was polished off, Mukuro wandered off to his bedroom to pick what clothes would be appropriate for tonight's raid. Well maybe dressing as a guard would help; he reached in his draw and pulled it out. Quick as a flash of light, he was dressed and examining himself in front of the bedroom mirror. A little chuckle, a lot like his, came from behind and he turned with a smile.
"You're such a drama queen Mukuro-sama," Chrome giggled, her lips displaying a delicate smile, and her one eye visible showed ultimate happiness.
"Are you going to be joining me tonight my beloved Chrome?" he asked, and she shook her head.
"I have to cook dinner tonight for Ken and Chikasu, I'll make sure there's some in the fridge for you when you get back," she said, and Mukuro went over and gave her a tight squeeze.
"M-Mukuro-sama?" her voice squeaked, in a quite questioning tone.
"Your great my little Chrome," he whispered into her hair and the rosy tinge took her cheeks captive.
"Thanks Mukuro-sama," she said silently, and rested in his hold. After a long 3 minutes past, they separated and carried on with their daily jobs.
Mukuro reached down for the guard hat and rested it on his head. Now I can make myself look like someone else for, 1...2...3...4 hours, I can't remember is it three or four, he asked himself but then shrugged it off. It wouldn't matter; he would be out in matter of minutes. He walked over to the bathroom but then slumped over, bashing his head on the doorframe slightly.
He looked around in hope nobody saw and continued walking, that was weird, maybe Chrome was right, maybe he shouldn't do tonight's rai—
Out of the question, he was doing tonight's raid even if it killed him. Yet today he was feeling rather light headed. I'm just tired, he told himself.
"I'll just drink coffee in a bit," he said to himself, noticing the dark rings under his eyes.
He grabbed a brush from the bath room cabinet and pulled it through his hair. As much as he tried to smooth out the pineapple like piece of hair, it refused to go down.
After a 15 minute battle with it, he waved a white flag, and left the bathroom with a solemn look on his face.
He reached over for a book that contained an analysis on what he was going to steal tonight. Tonight steal were 'X-gloves'. Now most people think there just mittens, what the hell are they going to do, but worn by the right person gives them ultimate strength, especially if you're a sky ring holder. Which he just happened to have, a sky ring that is. He hadn't tried it out yet, but apparently it contained the perfect power that the first Vongola boss had. And that power shall be his, yet why was it whenever he touched the rings that he had stolen; one in particular seemed to be...calling for him?
He brushed it off his mind, and instead thought about how his plan was going to go tonight. He would walk in as one of the guards, and then tie the boss up, when the boss is tied turn into the boss and tell everyone they get the night off, after that get changed into different clothes to show off to the press, the cape and the mask would do nicely. Cliché, he knows, but its fun. After that he would steal his prize, and make it on his way home, dodging the cops and his main annoyance known as Hibari Kyouya. That teen had it in for him, probably ever since Mukuro beat him in a fight after a getaway.
Hibari was 18, a little older than Mukuro who was 17, but still Mukuro topped his height. He was always lurking somewhere in the shadows of his raids. Supposedly the high school prefect was going to 'bite him to death', when Mukuro heard that he only chuckled. He remembered taunting the skylark by saying "Oh would that be sexually or not? Kyo-chan you dirty boy."
After that he remembered the prefect lunging for him, nearly catching him, which was not a smart idea Mukuro agreed but it was rather amusing.
So with everything well thought out, Mukuro headed back in the kitchen to drink coffee. A lot of coffee.
Tsuna awoke from a deep slumber, he had that dream again, where a man was smiling and holding his hand. A blonde man, almost like a dream big brother. He was handsome, kind and brave. They would always meet in a field of flowers, and the man would always give him a warm hug on every meeting.
In the end Tsuna had taken to calling him 'oni-san' which the man had no problem with. He told Tsuna that he and Tsuna were connected by two things, their souls and the sky. Tsuna always thought that was weird, but he had to admit that every time the sky was bright and blue, he was drawn to it and his mood perked up instantly.
The man presented a pair of gloves and a ring; he told Tsuna that one day they would be his. But what were they for?
Tsuna was actually surprised that his uncle Reborn hadn't woken him up this morning; it was about this time his uncle would be looming over him with a mallet. Scaring the ever loving shit out of Tsuna every morning, but no he wasn't here. Strange, was a word that sprung to Tsuna's mind and got up and groggily walked downstairs.
"Morning Kaa-san," he mumbled, as his mother turned around and gave him a bright smile, "Where's Uncle Reborn?"
"Oh he went out this morning, apparently there's been trouble at work, but don't worry he'll be back soon," his mother replied and then ushered him to the table to eat his feast of a breakfast. I'm not worried, Tsuna told himself, and in fact he was slightly relieved, this was a day that lacked the beatings.
After his breakfast was finished, Tsuna wandered wearily up the stairs to put on his school uniform.
"TSU-KUN!" his mother shouted, and Tsuna popped his cute little head around the door.
"Your friends are here to walk you to school," she informed him and he nodded. That would be Gokudera and Yamamoto. He had met Yamamoto in pre-school, and after he protected Tsuna from some bullies the two became great friends. Gokudera on the other hand he had met in middle school, they hadn't got on at first, in fact Gokudera seemed to hate him and Tsuna didn't know why, but after an incident in the class room that concluded of Tsuna ending up being badly bruised as he pushed Gokudera out of the way when a huge ceiling lamp nearly fell onto Gokudera's head. After that little accident, Tsuna couldn't work out why is friend gave him the nickname 'Tenth', but Tsuna let it slide even though sometimes he wished his friend would just call him 'Tsuna'.
When he got downstairs, he flew the door wide open, getting ready to greet his two best friends, but froze up.
"Herbivore."
It was Hibari. Now him and Tsuna were kind of friends, well they were more like secret friends. Even though Hibari would always say he didn't have any friends.
They had met when Tsuna was 6. Tsuna was playing in the garden when Nana, his mother, appeared with another lady who also had her own little boy. He was two years older than Tsuna, and his presence made Tsuna a little frightened but a little dazed. The boy was quite beautiful and had shiny platinum eyes.
Tsuna had hidden straight behind his mother's leg, and he heard the other mumble 'pathetic'.
In spite of that, Hibari was often with Tsuna on days Yamamoto wasn't there. He said if anyone were to hurt him then he would bite them to death. The only problem was every time Tsuna said 'Hibari is a great friend', Hibari would always hit him. So Tsuna took that as, he's probably too proud to admit it.
Even now Hibari unconsciously looked out for him, and Tsuna really did consider the 18 year old as protective big brother.
So to see Hibari in the morning was surprising, as he only did it occasionally, and when I say occasionally I mean hardly at all.
"Hibari-san?" Tsuna said noticing the brooding teen in his doorway.
"Herbivore."
"It's good to see you Hibari, is something the matter, you hardly come see me in the morning, or ev—
"No nothing's wrong, I just need to make sure you get to school this morning Herbivore, so hurry up," he answered back, tugging Tsuna forward a little using a silver tonfa.
"But wait what about Yamamoto and Gokudera?" Tsuna questioned frantically, he didn't want his friends to think he had ditched them.
"Those herbivores can get over it, come on Herbivore," he said before pushing Tsuna in front of him, who magically had his bag and shoes on now, and urging him in a direction with his tonfa.
They had already walked past the corner shop, then the park, another 10 minutes and then would at school.
Tsuna cringed at how silent his trip was, and every time he looked out of the corner of his eye, Hibari's silver orbs were staring at him intensely. Finally he paused and turned to his tonfa wielding friend.
"What's wrong Herbivore?" Hibari asked noticing Tsuna was standing still in the middle of the street.
"Well...Hibari-san is very quiet and is staring at me funny, so I wondered is there anything wrong Hibari-san?" he said hesitantly as the prefect's eyes narrowed. Tsuna froze up as he watched Hibari's eyes study him up and down, a slight blush painting his adorable little face.
"H-Hibari-san?"
"Nothing is wrong Tsunayoshi, stop worrying."
Tsuna smiled at that, it wasn't very often his older friend called him by his name, and it made him feel all warm and tingly in side every time he said it.
"I see, ok then," he gave Hibari a warm smile, and this time it was the prefect who remained stationary as they proceeded to walk.
"Hibari-san?"
Tsuna looked at the prefect dubiously, taking in that his silver slits were wider than usual.
It didn't take long before Hibari came back to earth.
"Hibari what's wrong?"
"Herbivore, hurry up we need to get to school, I need to bite people to death," he said completely dodging Tsuna's question. Tsuna sighed a little and continued to walk, well whatever it was its obviously not that important.
Chugging down his 8th cup of the coffee of the day, Mukuro was now well and truly wired. Chrome particularly chucked the coffee bean jar out of the window when she noticed Mukuro heading for some more.
"Mukuro-sama, no more coffee!" she said quite sternly, not that it affected Mukuro much, he just frowned and went to sit down on the sofa.
Flick. He turned the television on and scrolled through the channels. Cartoon no, girl's gone crazy, hell no! Powerpuff girls, I'm not 5 anymore, Baseball news, boring. Who is this pineapple haired illusionist? Bingo. Mukuro smiled and wriggled smugly into his plush sofa.
"Who is the 'pineapple haired illusionist'? That's the question on all authorities lips right now. It has also deeply concerned the man who put all the treasures in the museums himself, the great Vongola 9th," Mukuro let out a low growl as the man he blamed for all the mafia's disgusting deeds appeared looking innocent. How much blood did he have on his hands?
"I'm quite worried about why the thief only goes for the items that I've donated, and if anyone has any information on him what so ever, please contact Vongola head quarters, we would be more than grateful, thank you," after the 9th boss of Vongola finished his little speech, the very made up reporter turned back to face the camera.
"And there you have it people, please help this wonderful man!"
Clack. The telly wasn't broken, but when the remote hit it with force, it made a loud noise which had Chrome running in, full worry mode.
"M-Mukuro-sama? Are you ok? What's wrong?" his friend squeaked urgently, noting that Mukuro's eyes had disappeared under his fringe, like the times when he was really pissed off.
"M-M-Mukuro-sama?" Chrome repeated, looking increasingly worried.
"Yes Chrome? I'm fine," he said with a rather freaky fake grin plastered to his handsome face.
"Well..." she paused, a hesitant tone taking over, "If you say so."
She then wandered out leaving a rather grumpy Mukuro; on his own. He took a look down at his designer watch, 5 o'clock, he had an hour and then he needed to get going.
Tsuna flicked on his bed side light and stared blankly at his homework. He didn't get any of it. The maths homework meant bugger all to him, and he found himself tapping his pen violently against the desk to hold back the urge to scream.
"Dame-Tsuna what are you doing?"
"HIEEE!" Tsuna nearly jumped out of his skin when he noticed his tall fedora hat wearing uncle bending over his shoulder. Their faces inches apart.
"Idiot!" Reborn frowned before bonking Tsuna on the head for his overreaction.
"Ow REBORN!" Tsuna whinged, a little embarrassed, his eyes glistening with fresh tears, and his cheeks were dusted with a rose coloured blush.
"Aw, I used to like it when you called me Uncle Reborn!" Reborn cooed playfully, making Tsuna blush some more.
"Well you're only 8 years older than me, you're more like big brother Reborn, but calling you that is just sickening," Tsuna bravely stated.
"Now I agree with you there, so what are you doing?" Reborn asked again and then smirked at the unfinished homework.
"A Dame-Tsuna is always a Dame-Tsuna," Reborn chuckled making Tsuna scowl.
"And a Reborn is always a mean Reborn," he grumbled under his breath.
"What was that Tsunayoshi?" Reborn replied with a phony smile that made Tsuna recoil slightly.
"Ahahah nothing Reborn, nothing."
"Better have been nothing," he whispered tauntingly into Tsuna's ear, causing the boy to shudder.
"Are you stuck then?"
"Yes, sadly, I just don't get it Reborn."
"Well let's see," Reborn leaned over Tsuna again, his back pressing into Tsuna's small frame. Tsuna blushed a little more and tried to concentrate on his homework, it wasn't like he fancied Reborn. Ok, everyone had to admit that the man was attractive, with his sexy smirk, pitch black eyes and perfect physique. He was the sort of man men everywhere were jealous of, as well as slightly attracted.
It wasn't like he was Tsuna's real uncle anyway. He had moved in when Tsuna was younger and now he was just like part of the family. So it wasn't that bad to admit that the man was quite hot. But if Tsuna had to go down that route, Hibari was also quite hot, and so was Gokudera and don't forget Yamamoto. Tsuna smacked his head on the table much to Reborn's amusement.
Erase the thoughts Tsuna, Erase them, you like that pretty red headed girl at school, not guys, not guys, he told himself while Reborn raised an eyebrow.
"Was Dame-Tsuna thinking about something...inappropriate?" Tsuna blushed as the question rolled off Reborn's tongue.
"No! Definitely not!" the small teen protested madly, this only making Reborn's smirk increase.
"Obviously you were," he chuckled and Tsuna slammed his head on the desk again.
"Now do you want my help or not?" he asked, looking at the pathetic boy.
"YES! THANK YOU REBORN!" he cried out ecstatically.
"Ok what don't you get?"
"Eheheheh— all of it."
The plan was already in action. The boss was tied up; the other guards had gone home, and no Kyouya in sight. Almost too good to be true, Mukuro thought to himself but he soon eliminated that thought. He could see the gloves in sight, and his smile increased. He was dressed up appropriately now; looking what most females would say was rather 'mysterious and sexy'. As he approached, he did a silly little twirl, loving the fact it was so easy. He lifted up the box, and the alarm didn't even sound. Mukuro sighed a little, I mean he was hoping for something a little more...challenging.
He placed the small gloves into a bag, whoever these were made for they must have petite hands, weird he thought these were for a mafia boss. As he stepped away, he knew it wasn't this easy.
He swerved round.
"You can come out now Kyo-chan, I know you're here," he said playfully into the darkness. As expected the teen prefect emerged from the darkness, tonfas in hand.
"Have you come to play with me, I'm sorry but as an adult I don't have time to play games," Mukuro said mockingly, and Hibari only growled.
The space between them got smaller, which knocked Mukuro off guard. Oh crap, he thought to himself whilst turning to scurry away. Mukuro sent lots of illusions to try and trick Hibari, but he was having none of it. Mukuro jumped to a higher ledge which lead him out onto the roof. Looks like it'll be roof jumping from here.
However when he got outside, his eyes widened in horror. A whole army of stupid hair styled men were everywhere. It wasn't long till they noticed him.
He did a quick run up, noticing Hibari was hot on his trail, and jumped onto another building. The land was pretty smooth, but Mukuro was already feeling knackered. He jumped again and again, looking over his shoulder slightly. Hibari wasn't in sight anymore but that doesn't mean he could rest. He could hear them gaining on him and he started to panic, his breath quickening. "I knew I should have rested and recharged my powers. Chrome did warn me," he said to himself with a few curse words. He needed to hide now, anywhere, anywhere, anywhere! He scanned from side to side, glancing back and fourth. An open window, perfect.
He landed in, with no grace what so ever, and took his surroundings in quick. He was in a bedroom, a very messy one at that.
"HIEEEEEE!"
Tsuna's POV
The scream left my lungs, as my eyes hit the cloaked man in my bedroom. A burglar? I quickly glanced at my door to see if anyone had heard me, but no one had. Damm you Uncle Reborn! You bloody heavy sleeper! I felt my back hit the wall as he turned to face me. He let out a low chuckle, and I quivered.
"Don't scream my little starfish," I heard him say with a smirk, and I went to scream again but nothing left my lips. Just thin air, oh crap.
He came closer, and I could feel myself trembling, soon he was right beside me. His hand caressing my hair lightly. Someone help me!
"What's your name?" he asked, and I began to stutter.
"T-Tsunayoshi," I said through stutters and he gave me a creepy smile.
"Well Tsunayoshi...I need to stay here for a while," he whispered, and on arrival of his last statement I gawped, my mouth opening wide. I tilted my head slightly to look at him more, and I opened my mouth in shock.
"Why is that?" I asked stupidly. I should just try and scream again, but this guy has me locked, I'm frozen solid.
"Because I'm hiding from the law, haven't you heard of me, I'm the infamous thief 'the pineapple haired illusionist'!" he stated proudly, and my mouth opened even more. I let out a little gasp; he's the thief on telly. Dear god! What the hell! But wait a second...if he was the infamous thief...then why was using my bedroom to hide out in.
"I don't believe you," I said out loud, and then my hand quickly shot up to my mouth as he gave me a threatening look supported with a lecherous smile.
"Why don't you believe me Tsunayoshi?" he asked, his hand travelling through my hair again.
"I thought thieves didn't use boy's bedrooms as hide outs," I uttered, and he flinched.
"Well...if you promise to keep it a secret, I'm not here because I want to be," he said and then crossed his arms, was he showing... me his humanity?
"I need to recharge my powers, I was getting chased, by a skylark," he groaned, and sat down on my bed next to me. I almost shrieked at the space between me and him, but he just sniggered, and pulled in closer. With my cheeks flaring at the closeness, his smile widened, and making me shudder. I still couldn't see his eyes behind that mask.
"Hey Tsunayoshi, if you don't tell anyone about this, do you mind if I take my mask off?" he requested, and I felt myself nod a little, "Brilliant."
I gasped a little when I came face to face with an incredibly handsome teenager with...one crimson eye...and one sapphire eye. The crimson one though was just weird; had a symbol right in the centre.
"What the heck?" I mouthed and he just chuckled.
"Does it interest you?" he says and poked his face closer to mine. I wish he would get out of my personal bubble, I mean he's attractive and all. Like really attractive...like Reborn attractive...or Hibari attractive...WAIT WHAT AM I SAYING!
"Tsunayoshi some very bad people did this to me, and so I steal to get back at them," he told me, and I nodded only half listening as the other side of my brain started to panic.
"I would love to have eyes like yours though, they are so round, and beautiful, I could almost melt in them," my whole face flushed at the compliments he was giving me and I was about to protest, but that was until I noticed he was now straddling me His lips were probably about two centimetres away from his and he was looking into my own eyes hungrily.
Now this time I let out the scream. The older teen panicked, and shoved his mask back on. Finally I heard movement in the house, and my door slammed open.
"Dame-Tsuna you have some nerve..."
The whole room became filled with a pregnant pause, and I just gave Reborn a begging look.
"Help me..." I hissed at him, and in a flash he pulled out a gun. I watched the teen smirk.
"Back away from the boy, and I won't hurt you," Reborn said bitterly, in my entire life I had never, and I repeat never, seen Reborn like this. Reborn pulled out a gun and my eyes widened, I didn't know he owned a gun.
This was it, the other guy would get off me and flee, I know it! Hands wrapped around my neck and I let out a squeak in reply. The space was now closed, and I felt a mouth pressed to mine. Their soft...lovely soft...and warm...WHAT AM I SAYING?
BANG. I closed my eyes as I heard the gun Reborn was carrying go off. When the shot rang off, I opened my eyes slowly, yet to only have them widen more. He was gone. Actually not there anymore! Vanished! IN THIN AIR!
"See you soon my little Tsunayoshi." The whisper bounced around my ear, and I looked around the room searching for him, I swore I just heard him.
He was gone; all that was left in the room now was myself, Reborn and dirty clothes.
"Reborn..." I whispered my whole body in shock after what just happened. My first kiss was stolen by a perverted thief. I raised my fingers to my lips, and I felt my cheeks growing hot.
Now I really wanted to cry.
"Reborn!"
I gasped slightly, as the older man's arms wrapped around me, but I clung onto them. Like they were a safety barrier.
"If he comes again Tsuna, I'll kill him."
I didn't even answer back, I just gripped tighter. God...I'm going to feel crappy in the morning.
Reborn finally let go of me, and turned to the door.
"Reborn?" I said, my voice barely a whisper, but he heard.
"Yes?"
"Urmmm...would you sleep in here tonight?" I murmured my red face on full throttle.
I'm just waiting for the 'don't be childish Dame-Tsuna'. But to my surprise it doesn't appear. Instead I felt him perch on my bed.
"Fine, now lie down," he said in a soothing voice, and I did as he asked. I really do feel like a little kid. I gazed up at him and he gave me a soft smile in return.
"I'm not going anywhere, so don't worry," he said to me, like I was a little child even though I'm 16. I bit down the embarrassment and closed my eyes.
With Reborn there I feel safe...
(( A/N: This is kinda crappy, Ok this is my first chapter of this story, another one coming soon. It'll come faster if you review...hinty hinty hint. It's probably crap anyways. So the three main pairing are 6927, AdultR27 and 1827. Not sure which one is going to be the winner of the Tuna in the end yet, seeing as I've just started. Please Review, I would be most happy with a review. God I sounded twatty then. Sorry if it makes any characters OC. I might even add a bit of G27 in it, oh and while I'm at it, if you would like, please read my story 'Guardians: The visual novel' but you don't have to if you don't wanna. PLEASE REVIEW! Bye bye!))
