A Birthday Package
Written By: WingsforFlight
01. the one with Reborn!
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Reborn sat alone at the bar, a cigarette sitting on his lip and a drink in his hand, making it painfully easy for him to blend in.
The only way anyone would notice him would be because of the female attention he seemed to be attracting in the bar, and even then they would just think he was some pompous millionaire that had come in here to get lucky.
Of course, Reborn was planning nothing of the sort. It was below his standards, like the women here. Besides, right now he had a job to do and he planned on doing it quickly since he wanted to break his record tonight.
His record being the amount of time it took him to assassinate a man of influential status, not that he hadn't beaten everyone else's in the Vongola family but he liked to give himself a challenge or else a job like his would get terribly dull and he really hated dull things.
That's why he couldn't stand his leader, Tsuna, when he was first sent by his previous boss to educate him since he was incredibly dull and clumsy, except from when Reborn got to shoot him with his specialised bullets.
In his opinion, there's nothing more amusing than a young teenage boy ripping off his clothes and then realising later on how much he's embarrassed himself.
Reborn felt a smirk stretching across his face before melting back to his poker face, he didn't have time to divulge into the past right now, he had a job to do and a time limit to do it in. So, with that thought in mind, he lifted a hand so he was able to adjust his hat perfectly across his face, therefore making it possible for him to stare at his target and the target to remain oblivious to anyone, let alone a skilled assassin such as Reborn, glances.
I was just like Reborn predicted, his target remained completely unaware of his presence in the bar and his calculating stares. Reborn wanted to scoff at how easy this task was but instead brought his cigarette back up to his lips, inhaled deeply and exhaled with a sigh. He then took another sip from his drink and look back over at his target.
Reborn felt his hand twitch towards his belt, where his favourite pistol was, because when he looked over that his target he saw that he was drunkenly moving from his seat, stumbling on his feet, heading towards the toilets.
Reborn brought his drink to his mouth to drain it all in one gulp, crushed his cigarette in the smoking tray while putting some money on the counter and casually got up off his seat, his destination - The restroom.
When he arrived at his destination, he saw his target washing his hands at one the many sinks, there was no one else in here and the music was playing so loudly that no one would hear them either. It was just him and his target and so he took his chance.
Reborn pulled the gun out of his belt while his target had finally noticed his existence in the room and spun round to face him.
The targets eyes were foggy, drunk ridden, but even as drunk as he obviously was he could sense danger when it was right up against his face.
Too bad he didn't have to even have time to shout out before Reborn had pulled the trigger against the mans head.
Reborn placed the freshly used pistol back into his belt and walked out of the men's toilets and back to his previous seat at the bar for another drink and smoke. He pulled back the right sleeve of his suit jacket and looking down at his watch.
He'd beaten his assassination record.
Reborn allowed himself a small smile towards his victory and took a nonchalant sip of his new drink before lighting up another cigarette.
Reborn smirked once again as he brought his new smoke against his mouth.
Mission accomplished.
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