Author's Note: Hey! Another one-shot! This one is set in the TYL-verse where Reborn is in his adult body and Tsuna is about twenty-four right now. Enjoy! I personally enjoyed writing this one but I hope I didn't make Reborn OOC at all. He's such a hard character to write…too mysterious. I feel like my description didn't do him any justice D: Oh well, have fun reading cause I had a blast writing this :D
Rating: T just in case
Warning: There are yaoi themes going on here (duh, it's R27) but nothing explicit. Just has some sexual themes and maybe an innuendo or two if you pick up on them. Set in the TYL-verse. Adult!Reborn.
Summary: It was no secret that Reborn was an incredible hitman. He could do just about anything flawlessly. He could not, however, despite his prowess in seduction and human emotions, figure out how to get one Sawada Tsunayoshi to fall in love with him.
Unconventional
It was no secret that Reborn was an incredible hitman.
His charisma, intellect, charm, attractiveness, strength, wisdom, experience, power, status, knowledge, skills, cool attitude, and so much more were only a small fraction of his devastating reputation.
His missions were considered nigh impossible, suicide missions to the nth degree, and yet he completed one after the other in flawless succession – the number that he'd undertaken and completed consecutively was the stuff of legends. His hits consisted of nothing but the naughtiest people on Santa's list, men that would make the Boogeyman cringe and hide under the bed, but those same men cowered at the name Reborn. His past was shrouded in mysteries, secrets, lies, filled with stories of the hitman making pacts with the Reaper or tales told in hushed whispers about his position as the devil's advocate and general of Hell.
It was said that women and men alike threw themselves at his feet, mad with lust and obsession, despite the possibility of being shot down – literally and figuratively. Queens, princesses, Donnas, the daughters of incredibly powerful mafia leaders, they all at one point or another tried to bed the hitman and no matter their beauty, power, or wealth, he wouldn't spare them a glance.
It was because of all these outrageous – but not necessarily untrue – myths about the hitman that so many regarded him with terrified veneration or horrified awe. Some didn't believe a word of it, but they still locked their doors and windows at night. Very few saw him as an equal because he had no equal. He could do incredible – horrible, bloody, gruesome – things that many couldn't even imagine.
He could not, however, despite his prowess in seduction and human emotions, figure out how to get one Sawada Tsunayoshi to fall in love with him.
Yes, that was right; Reborn was more or less infatuated with his little dame-student. It wasn't all that surprising seeing as how everyone the brunette met fell in love with him in less that a few hours, but Reborn didn't toss around the word 'love' very often, if at all. He knew that their connection was something inherent, primal, and the hitman wouldn't allow anyone to have Tsuna that way – he was Reborn's ever since the first day they met.
Tsuna just didn't know it yet.
Reborn watched his student, now an accomplished, respected, loved mafia boss, from beneath the shadow of his fedora, a small smirk on his face as the now twenty-four year old sighed for the nth time that day. The scratching of Tsuna's pen over multiple pieces of paper filled the room – they had long since fallen into a comfortable silence.
His student had grown up well, Reborn quietly mused.
Very well.
The young man before him had started off as a no-good middle school boy terrified of everything, but now he was powerful, admired, and upheld the Vongola name with confidence and pride. He still retained some of his more inherent and endearing qualities from his teenage years, like his forgiving nature and absolute mercy, but that only furthered his fame – as well as the subsequent adoration from the crowds of people that were absolutely crazy about him. It was also what kept Reborn so enraptured.
With so many suitors, Tsuna had become immune to all sorts of tricks and charms and unfortunately, that left Reborn with very few options.
It didn't help his case when Tsuna had to ask why so many people wanted to rape him – obliviousness and humility were more qualities that Reborn couldn't hammer out, even after ten years, and only seemed to make the young leader all the more delectable.
Reborn really couldn't blame the fans, though, even if he still wanted to shoot them.
Tsuna had definitely filled out nicely, still the shortest of his male guardians, but the height difference wasn't as noticeable as his middle school years. Training and time had tempered his body to be as fit as any young man in his twenties. He kept his mothers coloring and inherited more of his fathers masculine features, the spitting image of Vongola Primo.
It didn't make a difference. To Reborn, it wouldn't have mattered whether or not Tsuna was handsome or pretty. The hitman would've fallen anyway.
Conventional methods wouldn't work. Tsuna was polite enough not to decline gifts and accepted them graciously – a product of not wanting to be killed on the spot and his years as dame-Tsuna shining through – which only made people every crazier. The brunette was now sufficiently sick of chocolate and had a slight phobia of every flower imaginable. The number of stuffed animals sent to the Vongola residence would've made the mansion explode three times over if they hadn't been donated to every charity around Sicily and Venice.
Eh. They weren't exactly conventional people, anyway.
Reborn thought about just seducing the young brunette – he had the skills, charisma, and looks, and gender was no issue for either men – but he knew his student far too well. The twenty something year old would have some sort of midlife crisis and things would definitely get uncomfortable between them if there was no actual relationship – they'd been together far too long for Reborn to allow something like that to happen. And he wanted Tsuna to come to him of his own free will.
Oh yes, definitely of free will, he though sadistically with a smirk.
The hitman was loath to admit it, but he'd even thought about just asking the brunette on a date. That particular scenario wouldn't go over well for a few reasons. One, Tsuna could reject him and that would really, really suck. Two, the brunette probably wouldn't understand such a loaded question and think it was some sort of training exercise, which Reborn really couldn't fault him for. And three, his guardians would pester and try to murder the hitman, and Reborn really didn't want to kill his student's guardians. They were a pain to find in the first time, and he wouldn't admit that he'd sort of grown attached to the bunch of weirdoes.
As he watched his student with a careful gaze, he let himself smirk. Tsuna was definitely a challenge, but Reborn thrived on challenges. He would find a way. He wasn't the greatest hitman in the world for nothing, after all.
Author's Note: Hope you guys liked it :3 I can't guarantee anything, but there is probably gonna be a sequel in later chapters called Unconventional II as in Unconventional part 2, so just be patient for that. Sorry for grammar/spelling errors and OOCness.