Sorry for the late chapter, guys. I underwent some major technical difficulties with MS Word which resulted in me losing the first thousand words of this chapter. D:

Chapter 10

G.'s hand drifted towards his back pocket where he usually kept a packet of cigarettes as he and Tsuna made their way around the streets of red lights. Tsuna walked confidently, retracing his steps back from when he had run from the black car driver. He ignored, or simply didn't notice, lewd stares from men and women alike.

G., on the other hand, walked cautiously while being entirely alert. He almost yelled and punched a man whose hand seemingly drifted down his hip and slipped into the back pocket of his jeans.

Almost. He didn't want to go around making a scene now, did he?

Ah, he really wished he had kept his cigarettes by him now.

Tsuna suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing G. to walk into his back. The redhead looked up to see a woman with curled brown hair in a tight red dress pressing her breasts against Tsuna's face while simultaneously stroking his messy brown hair.

"Would you like to play, boy?" the woman whispered, "It doesn't cost muc-"

"Sorry. I'm occupied right now," Tsuna dismissed immediately, gently pushing the woman to the side and resuming his walk. G. smiled mentally. Trust Tsuna to do something like that.

"Anyway, Tsuna," G. frowned, "Are you sure you know where you're going?"

Tsuna nodded but didn't say anything afterwards. G. wondered why he even bothered to ask.

Meanwhile, Tsuna's mind was wandering, taking note of small details such as the strange mix of music from different buildings or rather the different buildings in general. They were all brightly lit with flashing lights, their names outlined in reds and yellows.

Most city buildings were blandly coloured, their names on plain white boards with black, fancy outlining and writing.

It was like a different country, this so-called "red-light district".

Then again, why was G. so jumpy? There were a lot of people around them, looking at them. Did he not like people looking at him? He was the Student Council Vice-President. He should be used to it.

The brunet continued to ponder. Why were so many people looking at them anyway? In Namimori, no one stared on the streets. His mother had told him it was rude. Did these people think differently?

Tsuna suddenly noticed the area around him. This was it. They were here. It was his first glance of the red-light district.

The two of them, G. and Tsuna, stood in front of a large, tall building. It seemed far flashier than the rest with its grand entrance and bright lighting. Alaude was in there somewhere. Giotto was too. Now that they had arrived, what were they going to do?

"We're here," Tsuna whispered, hearing a quiet, but sharp, intake of breath from G.

"What are we going to do?" G. asked, glaring at a man who was looking at them strangely.

Tsuna bent his head down and scratched his chin. They didn't really think of a plan during the trip on the taxi due to G.'s swearing…

Then, a thought occurred to him. This was a normal place. He could just march right in and ask for Alaude and Giotto, right?

"- I mean, we can't just march right in an- HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" G. yelled.

Tsuna had walked up towards the entrance of the building and swung the door open without hesitation.

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Alaude breathed harshly on the bed beneath him. Not a scrap of clothing or bedsheets covered him as he willed the pain of a forceful entrance to fade. His body felt dirty. He knew the area by his abdomen was stained with dark blood. He didn't even need to look.

'So this is punishment for running away?' Alaude thought to himself grimly, closing his icy blue eyes from the dark room he was in.

Voices whispered from behind the door of the dark room he was in. Alaude thought nothing of it until he heard two names.

"There are two boys out the front looking for Gio-chan and Alaude. What should I do with them?"

Alaude was startled. Two boys? Looking for him… and Giotto? No, it couldn't be…

"Tell them that they're not here. Also, tell Giotto to come here. He and I need a little talk."

"Understood."

Alaude sat up abruptly, ignoring the pain in his body. There wasn't anyone else who would ask for them, even less likely, two boys.

What the hell was that brown-haired kid doing?

Footsteps drifted away as Alaude slumped back onto the bed. He bet his left hand that Father would question him sometime sooner or later. Might as well get some sleep.

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"Huh? What do you mean not here?"

"I'm sorry sirs. You might have the wrong place," the lady at the reception desk said in a bored tone, typing away.

G. sighed, "Do you think we're stupid? Are you patronising us?"

"However, we would offer you a job here. The pay's not too bad and your face isn't too bad either. The kid over there, on the other hand…" the receptionist woman pointed with a clawed nail at Tsuna who was looking curiously at a slightly inappropriate magazine by one of the tables.

"Are you even listening to me?" G. asked impatiently. "Don't tell me that that," G. pointed at a picture on the wall, "Is not Giotto."

Surely enough, in the collection of pictures on the wall of people who worked in the building, the image in first place was of a golden haired, equally golden eyed teenager smiling charmingly at clients who walked in.

The receptionist hesitated for a bit before continuing to type, "I don't know what you are talking about."

As G. and the receptionist continued to argue, Tsuna examined the wall of pictures.

The collection was made of men and women. Each and every one of them were pretty, handsome, or simply stunning. Did this place only allow pretty people to work? The receptionist wasn't very pretty, though…

The sound of a bell jangled lightly as one of the doors behind the receptionist table opened.

A man in a suit and a fedora walked out, smiling at the receptionist who smiled back.

Immediately, G. fell silent, gaping at the man who had just walked out. The man himself, looked taken aback as he saw G. and Tsuna staring at him. The brunet knew this man. Of course he did. His memory wasn't that bad.

"Reborn-sensei."

"Yes, G.?"

"Why the hell are you here?"

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'Gio-chan! Your father wants to see you. He doesn't look very happy, though."

Giotto cursed. Gio-chan, Gio-chan. What kind of a nickname was that?

The blond made his way to the well known "boss' room" where he knew Father was waiting with a glass of champagne in his hands and a plate of strawberries in front of him. The "boss' room" was set far away from the most commonly used rooms. It was restricted for those who personally knew his father.

This was not going to be fun.

Giotto had yet to receive some form of "punishment" for running away. He merely hoped it didn't involve him and five lackeys in a room.

It wouldn't turn out very well.

Giotto stood outside the ornate door. A gold plate labelled with the name "Vongola" in neat, cursive writing was stuck on securely. Giotto took a deep breath before knocking on the door twice.

"Come in."

Giotto twisted the doorknob and let himself inside. Indeed, his father sat there with a glass of bubbling champagne and a plate of ripe strawberries. The man smiled, gesturing to the seat across him, "Sit down, Giotto."

Giotto nodded curtly, moving robotically to sit in front of his father.

"So, Giotto, how are you today?"

The blond sighed, "Cut the formalities. Get to the point."

Father dipped a strawberry into the champagne, "That's not how you talk to your father."

"I'm tired. I want to go back."

"Your stamina is very good, boy, but I'll put that aside for now." Father smiled brightly, flashing his teeth, "Have you told anyone about this business?"

Giotto frowned, "No, of course not."

"Hypothetically, what would you do if I told you someone came here to look for you?"

The blond's defences sprung up immediately. Did his father discover Reborn-sensei? What should he say? What would he do? One wrong move and it was over.

"I wouldn't believe you because I have never told anyone of this place," Giotto claimed as confidently as he could, looking at his father straight in the eyes.

Father cocked his head to the side, "Why are you so defensive? I can read you like a book."

'He's making it up,' Giotto warned himself. "Defensive? I'm merely stating the truth."

"I can break you in a second," Father grinned threateningly, "But I wouldn't do that. You are my son after all so I shall believe you."

'Bullshit.'

"You make me sound like a culprit that should plead guilty. I speak only the truth," Giotto said, maintaining eye contact and not wavering under his father's pressure.

It was true. He had never told a single soul about what he did. Rather, one of his teachers had simply… Found out.

Father nodded once, "I am a busy man. You may leave." He then turned to his speaker on his desk, "Alright, you may send him in now."

Giotto frowned. What poor soul was going to confront his father now? Not everyone can stay strong under pressure. Deciding on leaving before his Father asked him another question, Giotto excused himself and made for the door.

The blond swung the door open as quickly as he could without seeming to be in a rush as he stepped out and began walking away.

Another blond could be seen around ten metres away, emerging from a door towards the left hand side. Giotto kept his head down as the other blond did the same.

The two of them continued to walk towards each other, shifting towards the wall to allow more space to pass.

Their shoulders brushed.

They stopped in their tracks and turned around slowly.

Golden eyes met icy blue as time stopped for a split second.

The two of them turned around again and resumed their walk away from and towards the boss' room.

Retyping is not fun. It came out better the first time.

… That sounded weird.

But if there are any mistakes, please point them out.

Anyway, quick question. How old is Adult!Reborn?

Also, thankyou for all your feedback and response!~

Kharron (: