Title: Night Sky
By: Metamorcy
Summary: AU, Reborn didn't believe in the supernatural, they were just imaginary shadows people created in the back of their minds or were only used in stories. But he didn't expect that chasing a target would lead him meeting up with one by mistake.
A/N: Extremely short! I know! But don't worry, the next chapter will be much longer, about 3x this and 2x the usual you get for the other chapters.
Beta'ed by WhiteAngel128
Chapter 7
"Ah, Reborn, you're… back. And early, too." Federico was taken by surprise with the number one hitman's sudden appearance in his main room. Papers littered the top of his desk, spilling over onto the floor, and empty cups of coffee were scattered to the side, piled on the floor. To Reborn, it was an embarrassment for Vongola to have such a disorganized boss as Federico. He didn't show any hesitation in revealing his disgust over the situation. Federico immediately stood up from his spot behind his desk, nudging more documents to the floor as he moved around to the front. His right-hand man was beside him like always, holding up another cup of steaming coffee equipped with a saucer, and looked at Reborn with narrowed eyes. Federico dusted off his suit and stepped closer, "Well, how did the mission go?"
"If I'm here, it should be obvious," The hitman sneered angrily, not bothering to show a hint of respect towards the other. His boss didn't deserve it, not at all. If anything, no respect should be given to this foul man before him. Reborn wanted nothing more than to just take care of this matter as soon as possible and get out the hell out of there before Federico could call for backup; the Vongola main base, where he currently was, had over two thousand men. He wasn't going to take his chances by hanging around for all of them to start firing. "And I'm leaving. I doubt you really need the information about the group, it's all useless anyway. I looked over it."
The boss didn't seem all that concerned with the blunt retort and kept his eyes trained on the assassin before him. Just as Reborn was going to leave, the door behind him slammed open, revealing the rest of the guardians, and around twenty other men he could make out behind the door. It was clear there were others, but with how narrow the opening was, it was easier for them to remain behind the door, not even bothering to conceal their weapons. The hitman gave a 'tch' and slightly shifted his stance. He was already too late; too late to escape. Despite that passing thought, no concern on his rapidly disintegrating situation slipped into his expression and he remained strong among the group of men. His back was straight, his hands within his pockets, and he had his usual smirk on his lips. After all, he had a secret weapon hiding within the shadow at his feet, one he could rely on to give him that badly needed helping hand.
"Fed-no, Vongola Decimo, I'm quitting Vongola and going back to being a freelancer. It's obvious that I'm no longer wanted here," Reborn spoke clearly without any hesitation and peered around the room, looking at each face carefully. The guardians didn't flinch, but the regular men did, knowing the hitman's fearsome abilities. The only thing that made them continue to stand still was the fact the guardians were still around, standing resilient without an inch of reluctance. "If anyone is going to try and stop me, I won't hesitate to shoot and kill."
"Well then, it seems we have a little problem, don't we, Reborn?" Federico was smiling, motioning to his men who were surrounding the area to get ready. Almost instantly, everyone's weapons were drawn out rapidly and guns and knives among various other weapons were pointed in Reborn's direction. A fight was going to break out, there was no doubt about that, and neither side was planning on backing down. The guardians were just grinning in amusement, wondering in the back of their minds what one measly person could do against everyone in Vongola. The rest of the subordinates had the same thoughts - one man against an army, it was clear on which side would win.
Reborn just returned the smirk, letting out a small chuckle that made those around him tense up. Then, within a blink of an eye, his guns were already out and firing, rage filling his eyes as he targeted his victims with pinpoint accuracy. Immediately, he went for the closest person that would get in his way, the storm guardian. Reborn didn't know much about this man, just a name to the face. The right-hand man was just some person who had been picked up from another famiglia, one he didn't care for. He aimed straight for the vital spot on the head and fired; the shot met its mark perfectly, and then went for the mist guardian. In his peripheral, he could see the storm guardian falling back in slow motion and pulled the trigger again to watch the bullet go through the mist guardian's body. He cursed; an illusion had already been used against him.
Listening to the yells for the man he had killed, Reborn watched as his vision suddenly began to shift, observing as the ground shook and molded over. In the back of his mind, he knew what was happening, he knew that this was all a trick on his mind, and yet the dizziness he felt from the change didn't pass. His stomach was doing flip-flops within, he held himself back from vomiting over his feet in response to the nausea. Yet, just as it appeared, it went back to normal almost immediately after and everything that had been caused by the illusion vanished from his body. Curiosity getting the better of him, he searched for the illusionist and it only took him a split second to understand what had broken the illusion. Smirking to himself, he jumped to the side, chuckling in amusement as he watched the mist guardian choke on his own blood, a hand stabbed right through his chest. The illusionist's heart could be seen clutched in the man's hand and for a moment, the hitman believed he saw a faint beating. Tsuna stood behind the corpse with orange eyes glowing dangerously bright and yanked out his limb, crushing the organ in-between his fingers. The blood and juices sprayed out, splattering across the walls as the flesh molded around his digits with a sickening squish.
The hitman smirked at the destruction the vampire had created and ducked under a rain of bullets before firing off a couple rounds to distract his enemies. Most of them missed since the guardians had already taken cover however, he managed to nick a few remaining men on the arms and shoulders. Then again that didn't apply to Tsuna. Bullets meant absolutely nothing to the immortal. As an unstoppable force, he quickly dashed around the room in a wild frenzy until he targeted the cloud guardian. With one snap of his arm, he had his teeth sinking deep within the neck, quickly draining the man of the liquid he desired. No one noticed his presence, focusing too much on the hitman close to the center, nor did they see Tsuna behead his opponent to hide the evidence.
Reborn almost wanted to laugh, that was three guardians now, three in just less than five minutes. He swore that was mafia history in the making. Taking aim, he shot at the youngest of the guardians, the rain, when he tried to return fire and watched in satisfaction as the bullet struck through the heart. Now there were only two left, along with the boss and the other men outside the room. 'Not bad so far.' Smirking to himself, he took that chance to create a pathway towards the door and opened fire at the rows of people waiting outside. Tsuna traveled right behind, taking some of the hits that were meant for Reborn, while slaughtering those who came too close or were within his range. As the two made their way into the hallway, the vampire jumped straight into the crowd and instead of striking the humans themselves, he aimed for the walls. His fist smashed into the stone, demolishing it, and Reborn could only watch as the walls and the floor above caved in. There were screams as people were crushed underneath the weight, then silence. Nearly eighty percent of the men in the hallway had been flattened.
He fired at the men who were trying to come around the corner on the other side and then back at the remaining guardians to prevent them from attacking from behind. He was successful on both counts and was soon dashing down the hallway, the vampire following right behind. Everyone he came across was killed on sight, not even bothering to hold back. He didn't want to take any chances.
"Damn, I really am going to have a hit put on my head after this. Shit!" Reborn muttered under his breath as he turned around suddenly to fire. This time the bullet lodged into the sun guardian's throat.
"Then perhaps you'd like to come with me. I know someone who can offer you protection, or at least hide you for a while until everything cools off." Tsuna spoke up from behind, rotating around to jump up onto the walls, then side to side, until he got to the final guardian, lightning, and twisted his head right off. Spinning around, he tossed it back at the men behind before using his super speed to get back to Reborn's side.
"Who would that be? This person."
"Millefiore."
The hitman almost froze as those words passed Tsuna's lips, shock momentarily overwhelming him for a moment. Millefiore was Vongola's enemy. That would be treason… Reborn blinked as realization began to settle into his mind. 'Oh, wait, I already did that. All the guardians are dead, the boss is nowhere in sight, and we've killed off about a hundred or more men. Yep, I've already committed treason and more, what else can I do?' He shook his head at that with a sad smile. His life was crazy enough as it was. "Alright, I'll meet this person. Tell me where to go and I'll follow you."
Tsuna smiled, nodding his head, and took out the rest of the men who were in the way, opening a path for Reborn to run through with ease. "Alright, let's go."
Ah, there's only 2 chapters left and the epilogue. I'm almost done with this story!
