Like Stars On Earth

Disclaimer: If I really owned Reborn, do you think this would be on a FANFICTION site?

Rating: T for turnips. Because they're nasty little things they are. -shudders-

A/N: Nothing much, just a look into the future

(STILL NOTHING? D,: CURSE YOU VOICES! TAKING A VACATION WITHOUT ME! DX) (Lol XD Fail.)

The Radio Says: Waiting Outside The Lines By Greyson Chance

A man, about 21, threw the baseball up into the air, as high as he could, and stared intently at it as it came back down, proving the laws of gravity continued to work perfectly. And as if the man was part of a movie, the ball moved in slow motion and he hit it perfectly, time coming back, the ball zoomed high over the stadium. The 21 year old smiled as he put his hand above his eyes, looking for where his ball had landed, like a young boy at a sandlot. When he put his hand down, he lightly jogged around the bases, holding his hands as peace signs to an imaginary audience, laughing at himself as he did so.

He had brown hair, just going past his shoulders in a tiny, loose ponytail that seemed almost worthless to wear. He had a Red Sox shirt with the number 18 on the back. He had dark brown eyes and a nice tan. He was wearing his infamous, ratty, old Red Sox baseball cap on sideways along with his famous smirk of victory.

When he came from third however, he noticed another man, with a familiar face and aura, and yet unfamiliar in some way that the 21 year old could not put his finger on, standing at home with the ball that the other had hit throwing it up and down in his hand. The man had a white oxford on with a black tie, a black tuxedo jacket tied around his waist, an empty sword handle with it, a pair of dress pants, and black shoes that shined so hard that the 21 year old thought someone might mistake them for a pair of mirrors for your feet. He had black hair that was in natural spikes and brown eyes matching that of the younger man, though his had the glint of an old war-veteran than a glint of mischief like the other, and seemed less tan compared to his comrade.

"Hey stranger." The batter smiled as he walked up to the man on home

"Hi." The man in the tuxedo said as he threw the baseball back to the younger man

The 21 year old easily caught it, not even having to check on where the ball was being thrown

"You've gotten a whole lot better." The older man said, smacking his lips, making an awkward conversation

"You think so?" the younger one's eyes danced as he threw the ball up with both hands and caught it just as easily

"Yeah." Chuckling the man added, "So, Red Sox huh?"

The batter laughed as he stretched his arms out as far as they could reach, spinning as he yelled as loud as he could, "See my my kingdom, now that it's all mine, I can die happy!"

The man in the tux laughed at the younger ones' actions as the 21-year-old continued spinning until fell onto the cool grass, now looking up at the clouds as he laid down, still smiling as his old friend joined him.

They just stayed like that for a minute, looking up at the clouds.

"You could quit and join me."

The man in the tux looked at the now famous sports-star, "Babe Ruth Jr.", as he smacked his lips together, "What do you mean?"

"I can pull some strings, get you on a major league on a 5 year, with 2 houses, a garage full of cars, AND a dog. Minimum."

The older one laughed, "Thanks for the offer-"

"Just trying to help."

"-But no thanks."

The younger one sighed, he looked at the one in a tux again, "Just be home for the holidays this year. Dad misses you. Thinks you're dead. So does the rest of our town."

Another sigh, this one more frustrated, as if he was trapped instead of sad, "I'll try, but it's kinda' dangerous. I have a lot of enemies-"

"I have the paparazzi. Can't be much different."

"I have my job, if I get hurt, it would cause many problems for many people, including you and dad,"

"If I get hurt, I could lose my 50 million dollar apartment and have to go back to LIVING with dad." He shuddered at the thought, causing the older one to laugh

"Well, if I cause you or dad getting hurt, I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"I wouldn't either. But, besides, I cause dad getting the few media nerds stalking him, I get the occasional grip about 'Is your brother really in the mafia,' 'Are you anything like your older brother?', blah, blah, blah, which is sorta hurting my reputation on the field. But no biggie. Besides, I die, and my killers will have the whole country to deal with!"

The older one laughed again.

"Think about it! I have millions of billions of fans, if I die, then those millions of billions of fans will want to know why and get those guys heads chopped off!"

"Oh, no way, NO country could care about baseball THAT much!"

"Baseball is like this country's HISTORY! And murder is VERY serious here."

"Let me rephrase that then, NO country could care about you THAT much!"

"Oh! Below the belt, BELOW THE BELT!"

They heard a car honking in the parking lot.

"You're ride?" the younger one frowned, "Already? You got to stay for a whole DAY last time…"

"I'm afraid so." The older one chuckled, "Gokudera doesn't like me that much…"

The younger one sat up, one knee bent, the other straight, and gave a hefty sigh, "Shame. But I BETTER see you this Thanksgiving. And Halloween. AND Christmas and News Years…"

The older one dusted himself off as he stood up, laughing again, "We'll see. I'll try. Send pops my best."

"Will do." The younger one waved 'goodbye' with weak smile

"See you later. Good luck in the big leagues."

"Bye onii-chan (Big brother). Email me when you get the chance. Uh, better do the same with dad, he keeps crying at home going 'My first son, my first son-! GONE!'" The batter said, his hand over his heart, with a grieving face. The older one laughed, knowing his baby brother was being over exaggerating again.

"I told you'd that you'd become a great baseball player Kouta."

"And I told you to come back for the holidays. I WILL hunt you down if you don't!" Kouta stuck out a threatening finger with a not-so-threatening face since he was smiling, he waved as the car honked again, "Bye Yamato."

"See you Kouta."

"Don't die on us."

"Don't get fat on ice cream."

"No promises."

"Well then, I'll try not to die."

And the two brothers did a last wave as they parted ways once again, both ends smiling. One finishing what he started, the other finally finding a map to his true path.

But no matter what,

Just as sure as there are stars on Earth,

A family's paths will always intertwine again and again.