Old Habits Die Hard

Reborn in his baby form is so eccentric, so I was wondering – what about Reborn in his adult form? Would he still act the same? This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy~ Set vaguely TYL.

Disclaimer. Don't own it. Never will...

Tsuna sighed heavily as he ambled down the hallways of the grand Vongola mansion. As he recalled, there was a pile of work to be done, somewhere. He was pretty sure it involved the family down south. What was it called again? Putting it out of his mind, he paused to admire a fine piece of French artwork. He marveled at the fine lines of the oil painting. Fiery autumn leaves , with the calm scenery of the river – this painting actually intrigued him.

Then he felt it.

A tingling sensation on the back of his neck, told him he was being watched. His Hyper Intuition went haywire. He peered closely at a bunch of leaves in the top left corner. (He had a feeling something like this had happened before. Hmm… strange.)

"Well done." A deep, quiet voice said.

"A- AHH! RE-REBORN!" Tsuna jumped back clumsily. Even after more than 10 years with this man, Tsuna could not get used to him. Especially since Reborn had acquired back his adult form recently, it was like meeting him all over again, though 10 times worse. Meeting a baby made him feel safe(r at first.)

(Though Tsuna hadn't had the same reactions to babies ever since the Arcobaleno. )

Narrowed eyes in an autumn tree stared at him. "Hmm… took you 5 seconds to discover I was here," the disembodied voice continued. "Not bad, but could be better, your observational skills." Tsuna said nothing, as he had his back against the wall. Nothing has changed, he thought in despair. Just like at Mafia Island…

Then a thought struck him. Mafia Island, where Reborn was dressed as a … holy… please no.

"Reborn." He said quietly.

"Yes." The equally quiet, low voice replied.

"What – what are you wearing?" Tsuna asked, his eyebrow twitching.

There was a crack, and the top corner of the painting started to flake, falling onto the floor.

"Wouldn't you like to know, silly Tsuna?"

"ARGH!" Tsuna clutched his hair and ran off down the hallway, screaming, completely unbefitting a Mafia Boss.

Hibari had heard a piercing scream. Irritated, he poked his head around the corner. He saw Reborn, climbing out of the wall. He also saw the hitman dusting off his suit, and straightening his tie, before walking off, as though he hadn't left a sizable hole in the wall, as well as a tattered painting lying forlornly on the carpet.

"Hn." Hibari turned away.

Argh. Tsuna pulled at the collar of his shirt, as he struggled to comprehend the mass of figures and letters in front of him. Sighing, he placed his signature at the bottom of the documents. He trusted Gokudera to have checked them to his liking. Hopefully the base in Germany was going well too. He smiled slightly, as he read through a report. It seemed so.

There were two rapid taps on the door, then it opened. Tsuna straightened up in his chair, to seem more boss-like. It was Reborn. (He always entered without waiting for permission anyway.)

"Ciaossu."

Tsuna grimaced inwardly as he stood up to face him. That childish greeting sounded exceptionally bizarre coming from an adult. Serious hitman, and all.

"Oh hey Reborn, what did you-"

Next thing he knew, Tsuna was face down on the carpet. He had a shiny leather shoe stepping painfully on his left shoulder. "Just seeing how...hmm," Tsuna looked over his shoulder, and saw Reborn, looking down at him thoughtfully, still stepping on poor Tsuna. "I forgot I can't do that anymore," he mumbled to himself, sounding rather unsympathetic.

YOU CAN'T JUST RANDOMLY STAND ON MY SHOULDER ANYMORE! Tsuna wailed, in his mind. AND GET OFF ME!

I wish I could be somewhere else. Tsuna thought that maybe if he wished it hard enough, he would magically disappear, somewhere. Anywhere. Just not here.

He had just explained to his beloved (but surprisingly absentminded) mother Nana, that the baby Reborn had just turned into a 30 year old-looking man, and she had taken it no questions asked. "Mama," Reborn said. Tsuna winced. "Yes? Reborn?" Nana replied cheerily. "Could I please have more soup?"

"Of course!" Nana laughed. "At least Lambo doesn't snatch it all up anymore!" Lambo blushed, while Fuuta laughed merrily. "Thank you, Mama," Reborn said. Nana beamed. She patted him on the fedora hat. "Always the polite little boy!"

Never mind Reborn was probably old enough to be HER father...

But now that he thought about it, how old was Reborn anyway? It wasn't polite to ask a women her age but seeing as Reborn was not of the female gender...

"Hm, Tsuna? What was that?" Reborn inquired.

"No-no-NOTHING!"

Next time Tsuna wanted to visit his mother, he swore he would somehow sneak out on his own.

Hehe, remember Mafia Island?When Reborn was dressed up with a wig and leaf only . . .XP

I wish my humour could be better, really. It was just an idea that popped into my head, then I was like:

MUST WRITE STORY! HUZZAH! Alot of it sounded better in my head though, I swear...

Maybe I'll continue it, if I think of more ideas. Any? xD

But I hope I wasn't too cringe-worthy!~

Review please!