The woman was back.
"Reborn! I love you! Please come back to me! I know you love me! Please! This… girl is getting between us! You can't let that happen!" Tsuna couldn't help but sneer at her stupidity. Did this woman not have any boundaries?
"I am not leaving, Bianchi. I will not abandon my job and you will have to accept that."
"B-But Reborn! Y-You can't let this… this bitch get between us! I know you still feel something for me! I know you do!" She began to beg, but the man was fuming. The girl tried to fuel Reborn's old sexual desires for her by placing his hand on her ample breasts, "See! I know you feel something for me! We can be like we were before! We can lounge at the VVIP section in Mafia Land holding each other! The bitch is forcing you to settle down! I know you can't take that! I'll kill her and we can go back to tangling between the sheets!"
A vein in Tsuna's forehead threatened to burst. Here this woman was, showing up to her house uninvited and unannounced. From the second that she had stepped her little foot into her humble household did she start complaining and begging for Reborn to take her back. She was now resorting to sexually harassing him in hopes that he would love her again.
"Bianchi. I have said this multiple times, time and time again. I do not feel anything for you. One can argue that I used you for sex. You never really meant anything to me, something to pass the time you could say. You are just one of the many." he glowered, wrenching his hand from her slack grasp. He had thought that the major hemorrhage in her brain would've taken care of her, but nothing takes the Mafia out of someone. He didn't like being wrong.
"STOP LYING! I KNOW YOU LOVE ME! IT'S BECAUSE OF HER. IF THE WHORE DIES THEN YOU'LL COME BACK!" Tsuna sighed, how dare this woman come into her home and disrespect her like that?
Reborn ruthlessly kicked her down. "Reborn! My love! I knew you'd understand!" he drove the heel of his expensive shoes into her shoulder and she grunted in pain.
"I don't know who you think you are, but you do not get to call my Sky a whore. I have tolerated everything that you have been spewing for the past hour. Tsuna did not get upset once. She is better than you."
Bianchi began to tear up, "I-It's not supposed to be like this. Y-You promised me that you loved me! You told me I was special!" Tsuna could do nothing but scoff, she was a stupid teenager in love with a cold-blooded killer.
"You mean nothing to me." Tsuna didn't even realise that her tutor had brought out his gun before she heard him shoot. She made the mistake of looking at the girl under his foot. Just like an annoying bug. She found that she couldn't look away at her lifeless body, that she couldn't look away at the tears on her face, that she couldn't look away from the hole in her skull.
Reborn looked to his Sky and he could see that look in her eyes. He never wanted her to look like that. He had that look once, his first kill. The first dose was addicting. She was entranced.
He crowded her to the wall, forcing her eyes to look away. He was so fascinated by glint in her eyes. So fascinated with the way she seemed to beg with her eyes. So fascinated with how small she was to him. He brought his hand to her face, so delicate and innocent.
He wanted corrupt her.
Tsuna-sama hadn't been to school in the past few days. The first time he rang the bell, Reborn had stared him down and slammed the door shut. It must have some sort of training. As much as he wanted to join, something in his chest forced him to step away.
His Tsuna-sama was so amazing, so precious and beautiful. He couldn't help but bliss out at the thought of her.
"Hayato."
"Yes, Decima?"
"I want you to become my right hand man."
"I would be honoured to have the privilege of serving you!"
His cheeks turned red at the thought. She called him Hayato!
"-kudera! Gokudera!" he promptly snapped out of it. Snarling at the baseball loser.
"What do you want?"
"I've been calling your name for the past ten minutes! The Disciplinary Office wants us!" Gokudera's glare simmered into confusion. He hadn't been here for all that long, ever since his Tsuna-sama had tamed him, he hadn't done any damage. Why would they be called down? If it was just him then he'd understand, he was breaking every rule on the dress code. But Yamamoto had done nothing. So why were the both of them being called down together?
They stopped in front of a grey door, a suspicious shade of grey. Yamamoto happily knocked on the door like some kind of fool. Could he not feel the Killing Intent? Was he that brand of dumbass?
"Come in." a cold voice ground out.
"We're coming in!" a cheerful Yamamoto bit out and slammed the door open while Gokudera hid behind the wall. He was proven right as Yamamoto just barely dodged the object aiming for his head by the skin of teeth.
"Herbivores, you invaded my territory and I will bite you to death." the Disciplinary Committee Head lunged.
"Oh geez! It's so good to see you! What did you want us for?"
Gokudera couldn't help but feel like punching the idiot's head off, just to see if there was anything in there. There was clearly an assassin trying to murder him.
"Wowza! Are we playing tag? Haven't played tag in so long! Haha!" his eyes sharpened.
Gokudera was dumbfounded. Despite the sheer idiocy presented before him, he could see that the mentally-challenged fool was actually dodging the assassin's strikes.
"Interesting." Hibari smirked.
Yamamoto could dodge. But he couldn't dodge forever. The two boys walked home that day with severe bruising on every visible surface of their skin.
Gokudera stilled. He could smell it. He could smell it wafting through the air.
"What's up?" Yamamoto could see the miniscule trembles reverberating through his very being. He was even more concerned when his buddy threw up.
Yamamoto looked to where Gokudera was staring at earlier. A dingy little alleyway, nicely hidden from prying eyes. But not from Gokudera apparently.
He steadily walked into the darkness, maybe it was just a cat? But something in his gut told him it was so much better.
His eyes widened at the woman carelessly thrown away, lying between garbage bags and trash. It was the woman that threatened his Tsuna.
There was but obsidian encompassed by a faint ring of chocolate in his eyes as he looked into the impressive hole in her skull.
'Shot at close range' his gut told him.
Her eyes were glassy, just like the varnished tables at the restaurant. The dried tears on her face lit a fire in him. She looked so pretty with a pained expression forever frozen on her. He tucked a stray piece of hair over her ear. She was cold.
She looked just like a doll on display.