Discotheque Love
(259 words)
(for riesla)
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Abnegate (AB-ni-geyt) verb
- to deny oneself, renounce, surrender
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They first locked gazes in the Vongola party that evening.
Reborn's eyes fell upon the brunette's lithe body, moving shyly to the beat of the dance floor. He realized he wanted to abnegate his position as the night's overseer.
"May I have this dance?"
Tsuna felt his heart skip a beat. He took the hand Reborn offered to him and allowed his tutor to pull him close.
"What are you thinking about, Reborn?"
Reborn knew the night was coming to a close; he had to make a move now.
"Screwing you senseless after the guests leave," he hummed.
Tsuna squeaked, tripped over his own foot and fled from the Arcobaleno.
Reborn cursed.
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Abnegation (AB-ni-gey-shun) noun
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That same evening, as Tsuna was fleeing from Reborn, he tripped over his own foot and was caught by…
… Vongola Primo?
"Shh, don't say anything."
Tsuna could feel Giotto's breath tickle his ear, the latter's arm wrapping itself around his back.
"I'll teach you how to dance."
Without waiting for any reply, Giotto led Tsuna by the hand to an unused ballroom.
The Primo and Decimo danced – tried to, in Tsuna's case – the night away to a tune only they could hear…
… Under the vigilant watch of Reborn, who always noticed whenever Giotto's hand slipped too low; whenever Giotto would hold Tsuna too close; whenever Giotto would whisper sweet nothings in Tsuna's ear and make the boy blush.
The night ended; Giotto escorted Tsuna to his bedroom where who-knows-what-happened.
As he reconsidered his abnegation, Reborn cursed.
Damnit, why must I be jealous of a GHOST?
Discotheque Love
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