Fon skids to a halt on a tree branch, head snapping around to find the scent of blood. It's nothing special, just regular human. AB plus, male.
Fon hums to himself. None of his brothers will want to drink that, but Kyouya and Hibarin might be bored enough to play with the injured human.
Fon takes off in that direction, becoming a red blur in the thicket of green leaves. He slows as he gets closer and then stops again as a very familiar scent hits him.
"Reborn," Fon murmurs.
It's faint, like something Reborn has simply held onto for a long time, almost drowned out by that subpar blood. Why would Reborn be so deep into the forest? It's too easy, almost a-
Fon catches a shift in the forest below. Someone hidden, scent completely covered. Hunter. Fon hides the smile and instead drops off the branch and lands lightly on the ground. He walks at a slow pace to the small shed overrun by vines that the scent is coming from.
It's a small wooden shed with open windows, probably made only to store some woodcutter's equipment. It's definitely a trap, Fon knows, but if he plays along then he might get to see Reborn again.
Fon knocks politely on the shed's door. "Hello? Are you okay in there? I smell… blood."
Reborn rolls over in Xanxus' bed, only dressed in his slacks and button up while his suit jacket is hanging on a chair back and his hat is upside down on the bedside table so Leon can sleep inside it.
Xanxus doesn't have a guest bedroom so they just dropped Reborn in here. Most of the people have left to go catch 'em all, leaving a couple of the Varia bounty hunters and a very bored hostage.
Reborn blinks. Is Tsuna a bounty hunter? And the term 'vampire' is slang for target? Reborn used to call his hits 'lovers' because he thinks it's funny, so it makes sense, but then why would they make such a fuss about special bullets?
Reborn groans and rolls again, almost falling off the edge of the bed.
After everyone left, he snuck out to find the blond man he played cards with since they proposed having Reborn as bait. He made a quick pitstop to stab one of the homeless guys wandering around and coat his shirt in the blood. He's not really sure how they'll use it as a lure but whatever, just play along.
Reborn now needs to wait maybe a day and then sneak out with a costume on. No one will know that Reborn is the supposed vampire that they catch, and no one will question him breaking out of Xanxus' weird sex dungeon in the basement. Tsuna will just so happen to be the one who 'kills' Reborn and then the hitman will swap out with the homeless guy's corpse.
The end. Everyone goes home happy.
A sudden crash downstairs makes Reborn lift his head and peer at the closed and locked door (as if that could keep him inside). What the hell are the Varia doing down there?
Fon gets jostled around in the metal box they shoved him into. It's a titanium mix so while he isn't burning alive, it still stings. He's also waist deep in the disgusting herbs hunters use to keep vampires away. It's draining his energy but that's fine, Fon can take them all on regardless.
The box shakes once more and then goes still. Are they finally done moving him around? Fon is a little impressed because the box plus Fon must weigh quite a bit yet the hunters dragged it all the way from the forest to wherever the permanent cage is going to be.
Something clangs shut and then the metal box unfolds with jerky motions into its flat form, spilling herbs everywhere, ready to be buried under some more dirt to catch another vampire. Fon blinks into the daylight streaming through a high window across the room. He steps out of the pile of herbs around his knees and observes the jail cell they've put him into.
Walls lined with dead man's blood and titanium bars. How creative, Fon thinks sarcastically.
He takes a seat on the floor and crosses his legs, planning on meditating until the hunters stop gawking at him from a safe distance away.
Reborn slips on his shoes and climbs out of the second storey window to the ground outside. He creeps around the corner, staying low so the remaining Varia don't see him from where they're gossiping in the kitchen. He then drops to his knees beside the small basement window very close to the ground.
Some poor sod probably saw a bloody shirt and went to try and help, only to get kidnapped instead. Reborn thinks a normal person should feel guilty, but he thinks it's funny. One day, he'll reminisce about this with Tsuna and they'll laugh.
Reborn can't see through the frosted window, but he knows the jail cells are on the opposite side of the room from the window. He also knows that everyone in the house is on the ground floor, so it should be clear.
He takes a small knife from a holster at his ankle and slips the blade under the window pane. It unhooks the latch on the second try. He then digs his nails into the wooden frame and pulls until the window slowly rises out towards him in increments. It's a tiny opening, short and barely wide enough, but Reborn is very slim.
He turns away and backs into the room. He slides his legs in easily enough but has to wiggle to fit his hips. It probably looks ridiculous, but whoever got kidnapped is going to die soon anyway so Reborn doesn't care.
His hips go through and then he pours himself the rest of the way. He holds onto the window with his fingertips, makes sure nothing is beneath him, and then drops the remaining half a metre to the ground.
If Tsuna was here, he'd start applauding Reborn, because he's an enabler.
Reborn brushes himself off and turns to take in the jail cell. The man Reborn killed a few days ago is staring with something like desperate hunger in his expression. The man's hands are bubbling and bleeding where he's gripping the bars, but he doesn't even seem to notice the horrific injuries.
Reborn takes an unconscious step back and the man's eyes flicker to a deep red.