Disclaimer: Characters not mine! The idea is!
Edited the 12/10/016
Chapter 1
Friday
Tsuna often wondered why god hated him so much. Which was sort of funny considering his current situation.
'God hath abandoned him'.
Tsuna paused mid-stride on his way home from university and slammed his face onto the nearest wall in exasperation. He needed to stop thinking about it.
Several passersby eyed him weirdly as he started muttering to himself while repeatedly hitting his forehead against the wall.
Unfortunately for him, six weeks ago, he'd started failing his assignments and tripping over thin air. He'd been too depressed and agitated to focus on classes that he slipped back into his dame personality he'd donned way back in his younger years.
And just because his teacher was worried about him, she had blabbed to his mother, who blabbed to his father, who apparently blabbed to his boss and was the person who decided his adorable grandson needed a chaperon to keep him company and help with his downward spiraling emotional state since being alone was unhealthy.
Bullshit!
The reason he wanted to be alone in the first place was so that he wouldn't be hovered and watched over like some experiment under a microscope. Living on his own helped with his frazzled nerves better than anything and thanks to that dame-Tsuna had left the premises for an indefinite period of time...
Dame-Tsuna made a not so surprising return because of it.
Sighing dejectedly he trudged his way back to his new apartment, scratch that, new condo. 'New' because the dump he was living in before was built to house one person and it couldn't house more than one.
His dad's boss (the meddling old man) acted immediately (and without Tsuna's consent) and called in a few favors.
The next day, a group of movers had arrived, ready to transfer him into a luxury condo on the nicer side of Tokyo with a dazzling and sprawling kitchen and living room space with a killer view. It also came with four bedrooms, adjoined bathrooms and a more appropriate means of transportation to his university, aka a Maseratti, color sky blue. Oh, the irony.
Tsuna plans to leave that beauty in the underground car park. He'd rather walk thank you.
Tsuna had gawked like a country bumpkin at the rich setting and promptly fainted also scaring half his grandpa's men stationed near by. It was an extreme reaction to the situation but he couldn't help it.
The old man honestly had not bothered with him aside from that one time when he'd come to visit when Tsuna was still a toddler.
Tsuna grabbed his throat roughly, the parched prickly feeling borderline unbearable.
He was almost back. He could see the building looming like some overbearing titan from Greek mythology just around the corner.
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He stumbled with a bit of dizziness but Tsuna still managed to briskly walk into the building and to the counter and check in with the receptionist. A nice lady named Oregano, he thinks that he's seen her before though.
"Your roommate should be arriving soon, just giving you a fair heads up." She tells him.
"Thanks for bothering, I'll be heading up now." he says politely before he turned and headed for the stairwell. His features became sour.
This is bad. Very very bad… He mentally panicked while jogging up the first flight of steps. I'm not supposed to be around anyone at all.
Tsuna paused to pant halfway up the fourth set of steps.
"Why couldn't the maker of the freaking condominium have installed a bloody elevator?" This was already messing with his very limited stamina and hunger.
The parch in his throat practically intensifying as he squeezes his throat with enough force to bruise.
A few minutes later he manged to calm himself and climb the rest of the way upstairs.
Finally arriving at the very top floor he caught his breath before weakly stumbling to his door.
Retrieving his key from the chain attached to his jeans, he struggled to unlock the door for a couple of seconds. Hearing a telltale click, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, promptly colliding with a wide strong chest appropriately muscled under a layer of polyester.
Tsuna's bag slid to the floor and he immediately wrapped his arms around the other person's waist and nuzzled into them on instinct.
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Ten minutes earlier...
Thin lips twisted into a sneer. He didn't like this.
Why did he have to be saddled with a babysitting mission? And to protect that idiot's hell spawn to boot?! He has never met the kid but no doubt he'd have inherited his father's annoying personality. The only reason he agreed to accept the job at all was because the Nono's watchers on the kid had seen the brunet return to his apartment covered neck down in blood. The brunet hadn't bothered to go to a hospital and he never seemed to eat after the incident causing him to become as pale as death itself.
Whatever had happened, the kid was most likely traumatized to be having reaction. Well, its not like he really cares...
His sixth sense conveniently alerts him to the young man's arrival.
He lazily turns from the coffee percolator and wandered out into the hallway closer to the front door, patiently waiting for the other to walk in.
Shuffling, keys jangling, a click and a sickly looking child suddenly crashes into him.
In person the kid was androgynous, Reborn had almost thought that a girl had broken in. He observed as a look of ecstasy had overridden his pained expression as thin, weak arms snuck around his waist and a cherubic face pressed into his chest with a seductive purr.
Had the kid had a lover and mistaken him for the other?
The young man holding onto him stiffened suddenly and leap backwards, a look of complete wariness coating his features.
Apparently not.
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Heavenly~ Tsuna mentally keened.
Aged ambrosia, spice and gunpowder.
The combination of sweetness and danger made him purr like a cat in heat. His throat swelled and his body felt unbearably hot. The urge came suddenly, he wanted to have this person he was holding onto.
That was, until he remembered that he wasn't even supposed to be latched onto any living person within a country mile.
The wanton expression cleared and he bodily ripped himself away from the other male with a vicious jump back and settled into a rusty stance. His form tensed and eyes narrowed in caution as he observed the other person.
Not four meters away, he saw a suave male probably in his late twenties with a fuchsia pink dress shirt, sleeves rolled just above his elbows while wearing finely pressed black slacks and house slippers. His exotic features was filled with subtle amusement.
Tsuna's dark red iris' became a neon, radioactive orange, "...who are you?" He growled aggressively.
Dark eyes twinkled before the owner of it replied, "Your roommate."
Chortling, the foreigner gracefully made his way back into the kitchen leaving the brunet behind to gawk.
TBC…