Pinkie's Part:
I'm going to be handing out thank you's like no one's business. I appreciate all of the feedback from everyone. This chapter is going ot be jam packed with the awesomeness that is Reborn. Just for Vongolafan16- thank you for your reviews, this is directed to everybody who had taken the time out of their day to read. I'm so happy that I have been able to entertain you all!
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Onward!
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Chapter: Make It In Time.
The winter months had melted away, and had allowed the spirit of Spring to let in the blossoming blooms in a wide array of bright, warming colors. Admist this, there was a single form, hunched over a large sketchpad. The overflowing pages grazing the soft ground as the figure continues sketching. Soft scratches were heard as the thick lead of a drawing pencil mapped out the scene before the person. The bridge in the line of sight teetering in between an actual reality and a semi subconcious dream. The lines became more desperate, and a tongue made its way out of the mouth of the figure.
Such peacfulness had settled in, and this oblivious little male had actually missed the change in his day to day life. The nuisances in which he had once faced day to day had depleated exponentially. Such a peaceful amount of time had then struck odd. The concentrated face of the brunette suddenly broke. His brows furrowing together. His eyes scanning the page of the heavy weight paper before him, feeling as though it needed, ah-
A hand went in search of something within a bag, and came out victorious. A small canister of coloured pencils had spilled out onto the grass. Each color being scrutinized before a hand absent mindedly picked three. Pale lavendar outline the sky, as a dusty rose shade began to fill in between the spaces. Whatever wasn't touched by the soft colours was made whole by a lonely shade of powder the colors allowed some life to be breathed into the surface of the paper, a fine tipped pen made its debut. Intracate lines filing into the scene, bringing forth the more realistic qualities of the bridge. Each intracate, intimate detail added, a certain face of determination rising on the face of the petite boy. To an onlooker, it would seem as though the young male had been taken by a sudden burst of creativity, but in all honesty, the little brunette was staring off into the visions he had created. Unconciously, the boy began to fill in a figure on the bridge, a sense of familiarity washes over him as he looks at the lonely figure.
That is when reality sets in. Amber eyes scan his artwork, something in the back of his subconcious telling him that something is wrong, that something is missing. Upon the realization it suddenly hits the petite felt, lonely.
It has been nearly two months since he has had any contact with those mysterious men. His hand slowly moved to his left arm, self conciously stretching it; as if making sure that the strength that he had collected back, was actually there and not part of the vision he saw before him. The gentle breeze shifting his hair, and a hand pushed the stubborn strands back into place. He sighed as he began to remember.
He had met the black clothed man, Reborn; as well as his friend, the silverette Gokudera.
He blushed at the thought of Reborn; the careful way he had helped him practice speaking as to avoid agitating the wound in his mouth. The gentle words... the way he prompted him to hold his jaw.. he shook his head and instantly thought of Gokudera.
Ever since the incident with Mochida, the silver haired man had helped him back to him dorm and made him warm milk with honey- to which Tsuna remembered fondly- and demanded that he go to bed after he showered. Tsuna had tried to protest, but the delinquent man was too frightening to try to disagree with for too long.
As soon as Tsuna had entered the shower, he heard the man in the other room. His voice dipping in the conversation, and the slender male could barely make out what was being said; as he was too distracted by the hot water drumming down. He had been able to make out a string of apologies, something about not being able to do things slightly more efficently, or at a more desirable pace, the water, it was beating away the tension in his muscles. The exhaustion seeming to evaporate along with the dirt on his body, spiraling down and down until the drain took care of the rest.
When he had exited the shower, he was rather disappointed to find that the silver haired man had left. He frowned at that, he had been hoping for some company after that little tiff, but he shrugged it off, deciding that the man probably had prior engagements in which to attend to.
The brunette swept his eyes over the page in his possession, and deciding that it looked to his decent standard, made movements to begin gathering his utensils together. Pencils making a small clink as they were filed into the canister once more. The large sketchpad flipped closed and gently stowed away into the large portfolio. Tsuna stood, stretching his limbs and sighing. He hoisted his portfolio strap over his head, and let it settle across his chest. He then carefully made his way up the river bank.
His injuries now fully healed, and none of his concern, well asided from the fact that he now, almost permanently had the vison of the Venice waterfront shimmering in his sight. He had shrugged it off, seeing as it had developed a way of holding the imagery at bay until he was absolutly exhausted. But that wouldn't be a problem would it? He was well aware of other students who were in constant use of the imagery, so him smacking his head hard and having to concentrate on the actual reality, wasn't that big of a deal was it? It really couldn't be.
(BreakIt)
Reborn sighed. He didn't sigh in a relaxed way, no. It was a sigh that held the opposite of that actually. Reborn was increibly annoyed. He felt his eye twitch. A side mission huh? He cursed, a barrage of bullets flying towards him. He ducked, darted and ran.
He heard rather loud explosions, indicating a form of back up on the way. He had been aware of Gokudera's presence then, and smirked. It was a short lived expression as a bullet flew passed his face and richoeitched off the wall, barely creating a small scratch on his leather patent shoes as he jumped out of the way. His look was that of disbelief as he continued on.
Bullshit, this was an all out war. He was getting more and more irritated as the bullets continued to fly, he could feel the overwhelming confidence that these idiots had in their numbers. Were they reallt that stupid? Did they even know who they were up against?
He hissed in utter annoyance as he felt a twitch of pain on his right forearm. The inital pain wore off, but now, looking down at the tiny tear in his jacket sleeve, he was royally pissed off.
He was the best damn hitman in the Vongola, and some bastard and his wayward bullet had actually touched him. HIM! On top of that, they had actually dared to ruin his favourite suit. He bared his teeth. He ran, doing his best to avoid any other unneccassary hits. He kept running until he saw it. Making a roundabout way to getting there, hitting many in the back of the neck with the butt of his handgun, he lunged and rolled into position. His cover, a fallen house beam.
During the entirety of this scuffle, he couldn't help but smirk, his favourite fedora still clinging to his skull, despite the many quick movements he had just executed. He heard a jeer from one of the enemy, congratulating his comrade for nicking him. That's when Reborn lost it. His self control snapped.
He snarled, firing off six shots, before placing more bullets into the gun's cylinder. His expression went back to his calm facade as he repeated this, until the offending gun fire from the opposite end had completely quieted down. He peered around the edge of his cover, listening in for any signs of life. When he was greeted with a encompasing silence, he stood. He had his handgun near his face as he slowly regained his full height, whirling in each direction, making sure that there was no movement in the room. Once he was satisfied, he nodded at his handiwork. He couldn't help but pride himself in the many headshots he had managed to effieciently land despite the lack of visuals on the enemy famiglia. As he glanced around, the fact of the death toll he caused not once marring his concious. He stepped over bodies and whistled an off tune.
The ammunition carrier in which he had on him was a little over three quarters of the way full, and Reborn being Reborn, wanted to keep it that way. He glanced around the silent villa, fully satisfied that he had exectued the mission. He slipped a sleek phone from his pocket after sliding his hand gun into the holster within his suit jacket. His tone became annoyed once more as he caught a glimpse of the losse threads in the remainder of his sleeve.
There was silence, and then upon hearing the other line pick up;
"Nono, mission accomplished."
"Ah! Very Good Reborn!" The cheerfulness in the tone caused Reborn's eye to twitch. He stood, a hand tilting his fedora, his gaze cast down and one leg bent before the other. Those who knew Reborn well, knew exactly what this stance meant.
Reborn was rapidly losing his patience. The more that the seconds ticked by, the more proabable it was that he could snap at any given moment.
There was a silence and then a chuckle.
"The plane for Japone leaves in about sixteen hours."
Reborn cursed, something along the lines of not enough time, and wasting a lot of it. Also a mention of too much stupidity and the respect of the family.
"Thank you very much!"
Reborn snapped the sleek surface closed. A smile on his features as he began to walk away from the villa. He tilted his fedora forward.
"I hope you're ready, I'm coming for you lttle leone."
(BreakIt)
A soft breeze swept through the the dorm room. Shadows danced upon the walls as one shadow seemed to move a little bit more than the rest. It loomed over a curled up figure on the bed, it's slender fingers reaching out, almost as if trying to run through the pale locks of hair that lay across the pillow. There was another breeze that knocked the previous warmth out, replacing all the air in the room with a cruel type of cold. The fingers edged closer and closer until-
Tsuna shot up from his slumber. A strong sense of foreboding causing him to be disturbed. His wide amber eyes scanned the entirety of the bedroom, pushing the covers from his legs. He turned, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed, before forcing himself to stand. He hissed quietly in disapproval of the cold wooden floors against his warm feet. He shuffled over to his bedroom door, sliding on his house slippers, pulling his robe on over his pyajamas. He touched his door handle, slowly opening it, listening down the hall for anything odd, before fidgeting with the wall, searching for the hall light. He flicked it on, and began to tip toe towards the little kitchenette.
Once there, he turned the light on, his fingers drumming impatiently on the counter as he contemplated what he wanted. He snapped his fingers, and went in search of a saucepan. He reached up, looking through each cabinent before he located one. Setting on top of the stove on a light heat that he manually lit; he opened the little refridgerator, pulling out the small container of milk. He measured out a half cup, pouring it into the pan.
Different levels of hisses protested, the coolliquid coming into contact with the rapidly warming surface. Tsuna then took a teaspoon of honey and added it to the bubbling mixture. He was stirring continuously until he heard a thud. He jumped, nearly knocking the saucepan off of the stove.
He saw a flash of black, and bit back a scream of the utmost horror. he found himself pinned to the wall, a calloused hand covreing his mouth, the saucepan teetering on the edge of the counter as his attacker pushed it out of harms way. His nose was then assaulted with a slightly odd scent. Though it wasn't putrid, it wasn't exactly, comforting. A double whammy of both gunpowder, and was that...espresso? Tsuna bit his lip, half tempted to bite the hand on his mouth, that is until the other hand came to rest near his face as well. An elbow bent, and lips near his ear.
"Don't scream out, leone, it's just me."
The voice that cloaked his ears in a velveteen smooth caused his body to relax almost instantaneously. He had to do a double take just to be sure.
"R-Reborn?!" The words were a hald exclaimed whisper, the response was that of a deep chuckle. Tsuna held back the exclaimation of utter happiness at the return of his mysterious aquantance.
"What are you doing here? You scared me!" The obsidian eyes glinted with mischeif as the brunetter stared at him, wonder and a fondness rippling through. Reborn smirked at that, he was an assassin, though the little cub knew nothing of that.
"It's been two months, I had thought you'd just gotten tired of me." The cheerfullness in the tone threw Reborn off. The way the words were spoke, it was as though Tsuna was used to that type of treatment. Rebron felt his heart drop into his stomach. It made him feel nauseated, to think that people who take advantage of such a vast kindness.
"Nah, I had a bit of a business trip." The tone dipped into an acidic bitterness, and Tsuna picked up on it right away. He saw the disheartened appearance of Reborn's expressive eyes and thought quick on his feet. He escaped the cage of Reborn's arms and retreived the saucepan once more. He put the stove on a high heat, and retreived the milk once more. Reborn looked at the brunette with raised brows, and removed his fedora. He passed by him and made his way into the dining room.
He staked his claim on the chair nearest to the entrance of the kitchenette and turned it backwards, sitting on it with his arms rested on the back of it. He rolled his fedora between his index and pointer fingers before letting it find it's home once more. He couldn't help but stare at the little male as he worked. The pale pink apron he had opted to wear over his bed robe had a bunny face stiched into the front pocket. Reborn hummed to himself, more than amused. He had almost lost himself in a train of thought, until Tsuna brought him back.
A small mug, filled nearly to the brim with warm milk was waved in his face. He made a gesture as if to refuse the drink, but the innocence in Tsuna's eyes made him cave. He accepted it, and could not bring himself to watch that adorable face crumble in disappointment. Rebron was an adamant coffee drinker, but he could make a sacrifice just this once, couldn't he? He sipped it slowly, and was rather surprised to find that he actually enjoyed the taste.
Tsuna made a sound a approval, and opted to stand at the end counter near the entrance, not wanting to bother Reborn to move so that he could potentially sit. The two men sat in a comfortable silence, the occassional sound from sips here and there. When the silence was nearly unbearable, a voice rang out.
"Ora, Leone.."
Tsuna blinked at Reborn. Torn between questioning what it was that he wanted, or what he had called him, and which language it was. He knew that it was neither English nor Japanese, but he loved the way it sounded as it rolled off the tongue. Lost in his train of thought, Tsuna didn't notice that Reborn had stood, and was not in front of him. When he came to, he blushed deeply.
Reborn's face was merely inches apart from his, their lips lined up perfectly as Reborn spoke once more.
"If you could become strong, would you?" The barritone dipped into a delciously mischevious octave, and though it was unintentional, he knew that it would have an effect. Reborn spoke with such practiced grace, that it could make anyone fall into the trap of accomplishing something that they could have care less about previously.
Tsuna went red all the way to the tips of his ears, his voice faltering as he tried to look anywhere but at Reborn
"I.." the voice came out as nothing more than a whisper. Tsuna could feel a soft breeze on his skin. A swaying of his vision as he watched Reborn flicker in and out of clarity. Oh..please not now. Don't you dare lose conciousness.
"Do you have someone whom you wish to protect?" The tone was still in that deep set, the vibrations in which Tsuna could feel rippling though him though they were not touching. It took everything he could to not reach up and touch those bouncing sideburns, he could blame it on his disorientation, but he had other things on his mind.
Tsuna wanted so desperately to say what was just on the tip of his tongue. The word yes. He did in fact have someone in which he wished to protect. He wanted to spill his current emotions, he wanted to make everything known, but his eyelids were growing heavier and heavier, and he damned his fatigue over and over.
He began to fall forward, and he pleaded that he not fall too hard. He felt almost giddy as his vision failed him, the riverank a lulaby as he felt warm arms encompass him gently. A murmur of faded words the ends of his senses as he allowed the exhaustion to take him away.