( A.N. So. Uh. This chapter is literally just for AmandaPandaOh. Like. I wasn't planning on posting this yet? Since I just posted the last one like, a couple hours ago. But fuck man your review killed me. I'll definitely be responding to you in a bit, but I thought you might like this more first?

( P.S Please send more reviews like this because holy shit that was better the chocolate.)

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~ Green! Is a way of life ~
And the millions would kill to see their name up in the lights
For the green is okay tonight
But be careful what you wish
~ Because you might get what you like ~

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Getting through to the Upscale hotels elevator is easy. All he has to do is act like he's following an older couple up. The few people that eye him oddly, either noticing that the couples and his features don't quite match or that the ages are just shy of believable are pacified with a quick smile aimed towards them. Their thoughts are practically written on their faces. It's only common sense really. Because If a kid wasn't supposed to be somewhere why would they look so normal?

Wouldn't they be nervous? Scared they'd get caught? Worried that someone would catch on to whatever they're doing? They were only kids. They couldn't think much farther then that, right?

Adults are stupid.

It's like they forgot moments after they hit 20 that children and teenagers aren't stupid. They can reason with the best when they want to, fool the entirety of their social circle into thinking that their fine days before they commit suicide, trick themselves into believing that what they do is good and ok if they've had enough practice.

Tsuna has had a lot of practice in being where he's not supposed to be. So getting through the lobby without some 'well-meaning' adult grabbing him is child's play.

Because adults are stupid.

It's getting out of the elevator once it hits his floor that turns out to be a problem. The older couple he'd been following grew more and more concerned as the floors pass. The hotel isn't a small one so by the time they pass the 28th floor the man is sharing looks with his wife.

Ugh. And now it's time for the inquiry.

3..

2..

1..

"Honey? Do you know where you're supposed to be getting off?" Seems the woman was the braver of the two. Or maybe she just thought I'd be more willing to talk to her since I'm also a girl right now? Either way it's annoying.

"Yeah! My dad's on the 30th floor! Mama dropped me off to see him since he doesn't live at home anymore! Where are you guys going?" Tsuna really hated having to talk like this, it was demeaning. But adults expected it and there wasn't any way to wiggle out of expectations when you needed to be forgotten. Unfortunately.

At least they looked mildly less concerned now. Even if the man looked more disapproving than before. Probably at his 'Mama' for not walking him in. Whatever man, mind your own business. Stop judging my fake mother.

Thankfully they take the rest of the ride in blissfully awkward silence, since people don't normally make small talk with children, so they just stand there. Awkwardly. The last two floors seem to pass even more slowly than before.

The ding for his floor is a god send.

Stepping out he made sure to turn around and smile extra brightly to the couple. (Forget I was ever here. I'm just normal kid) "Bye!"

If the confused smiles and half wave he gets back is any indication his weird powers have worked once again. They won't even remember he rode up with them, hopefully. Turning away from the closing doors, he scanned the the hallways room doors as he walked to where V said Shamel's room would be. Last door on the left. Room 36. Easy.

The door was in front of him now. All he had to do was knock. Shamel knew he was coming, he'd already cashed in his favor and payed V, Shamel literally couldn't refuse his request in any way. He'd done everything he could think of to get this meeting. All he had to do was knock.

Do it

Just knock

Even if the papers wrong. It doesn't matter

You'll be fine. None of this matters

Knock on the door

Just knock on the door

Knock

Knock

Knock!

KNOCK ON THE DOOR!

"Well hello cutie. You wouldn't happen to be who I'm waiting for, would you?"

The door was open

Tsuna knows the second Shamel gets the results back. It's in the way his spine straightens to a painful looking degree. It's in the way he casually keeps talking, never once missing a moment of their conversation. The one they both know means nothing now.

But it's only when he turns towards him that Tsuna can see that he was right. It's in the way Shamel's hands won't leave the paper. The way he's now the complete focus of the Hitman. But he was right. This entire time, everything he'd based his dreams on, his last hopes on. All his desperation, the way he knew from the moment he heard, the refusal for it to be anything else. He was right.

Reborn was his father.

He had a father now. A strong one, a scary one. One who would never let mama forget to feed him or let the school throw his things away. One who would love to see him when he got home, who would take him to play and wouldn't let the other kids hurt him. He had a father. A dad! Everything was finally going right!

…..But Shamel hadn't stopped staring at him.

Maybe now wasn't the best time to get high off of success. With the look in Shamel eyes, maybe now was the perfect the time to make a Tactical retreat. That intensity could not be good for his remaining freedom. He had things to do before he went looking for his dad. Having the man come here before he was ready would be equally as bad. Very, very bad.

Thank god, Shamel still thought he was some orphan girl. Otherwise, the next part of this plan would be a hell of a lot harder to accomplish.

Setting his mug of hot chocolate down, Tsuna tried to look innocently hopeful. By the way Shamel flinched back, he wasn't very successful. (First off. Rude. He made an adorable little girl, thank you! No wonder women didn't like him…)

"So…. do you think it would be possible to find him? Mama isn't… Mama's fine! It's just…I mean. I want to maybe meet him first, before having to go back to Mama. If I can." Putting in just enough weight behind those words is hard. But Shamel had to think he was willing to stay still long enough for him to leave the room. And if the only way to do that was throwing Mama under the bus for the greater good. (His greater good anyways). So be it. Sacrifices had to be made.

(But seriously this guy was weird. The moment he'd mentioned not wanting to go back home he'd paled, like, 14 shades whiter than he already was. He even looked vaguely sick now. What type of Hitman was he if he couldn't even deal with a little child abuse? Fucking weird.)

Still much paler than normal Shamel seemed to find the inner strength to respond. "Yeah. I… I know Rebo- your fath- Your da- Him. I know him." Even if it wasn't the most coherent of responses.

"That's great! Oh thank you so much sansei! If this wouldn't have worked out I don't know what I would have done next!" Even with that peppiness Shamel still seemed shaken. (Peppy cute girls are supposed to be his favorite right? What's even wrong with him?)

Shamel got up quickly from his lounge across from him, barely even spared him a glance as he power walked through the door of the master bedroom.
"It's fine. I need to make a call real quick, alright sweetheart? You just.. just eat some cookies. Or something ok? I'll be right back."

Aaaaaaand he was gone. Time to book it.

The moment the wooden door clicked shut behind him, Shamel slide down the door. He would hear if the girl tried to leave, and since this was the only other room in the suit he was renting there was nowhere else she could go. All he needed was 10 minutes to himself, just a little bit of time to freak the fuck out, without scaring her into running. Then he had to call Reborn.

Oh god.

Reborn had a kid.

Reborn had a fucking kid.

Reborn had a FUCKING KID.

A cute little girl with his spiky hair and his weird ass eyes. Fuck, those were Reborn's eyes staring out at him from a cute face, weren't they? A cute face with black eyes. A cute face with Reborn's weird ass black eyes that just fucking implied that she was getting abused at home.

(How bad was it? He couldn't see any bruises but those could be hidden under clothes. Emotional abuse was the hardest to find unless you knew someone well so he wouldn't be able to tell that right away.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!

What if it's sexual? Oh god, Reborn would lose his goddamn mind if it was sexual. She was what 8? It couldn't be. He really hopes it's not. This town would have no defense against that man if this poor girl was getting sexually abused.)

Hell, fuck the town. He would have no defense if Reborn found out he let her go back ifhe even suspected somthing might be happening. Reborn may have been a cold man, the best in the business of killing but he was also a Mafia Man to his core. He didn't love often but when he did love, it was blistering in intensity.

You didn't touch his friends. You didn't touch his allies. You didn't touch his hat or his Lizard. Hell, you didn't fucking touch his woman of the week, unless you wanted an early death.

But Family? Not Famiglia, not the Mafia family you make through blood and shared hard times and not the ones you have to deal with because of who your allied with but actual Blood Family? The ones that are yours just by birth alone?

The world would turn to ash before you could touch them.

Staring at the floor in between his knees he knew with certainty that this little bitty girl, this tiny horrifyingly significant being with Reborn's eyes and hair, so deceptively small and weak looking, held his life in her hands.

She held the whole of the Mafia's life in her hands. So many people could die if she asked for it. Would die if she asked for it. She would be his Number One priority the moment Reborn knew she existed. Nothing would surpass her in his eyes and no one would be spared if she was ever hurt.

It might be better for everyone if he killed her now, before Reborn ever found out.

~ And fame is what you make of it ~
And when your whole wide world's a stage
How much can you flaunt it?
(How much can you flaunt it?)
How much do you want it?
There's something about the
~ Green ~