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 the stories. But he didn't expect that while chasing a target would lead him meeting up with one by mistake.

Beta'ed by WhiteAngel128

Chapter 10: Epilogue

Ten years had passed since Vongola's downfall. They had vanished into the depths of history, buried by the very blood it contaminated itself with. Their demise had left an open position at the top of the food chain, one which every familgia wanted for themselves. Family was pit against family, all battling for control of that dominating power. In the end, it was Millefiore that attained the position of superiority. They reached heights that were previously unimaginable, gained power that was formerly thought unobtainable. No familgia was able to go against them. Those who worked for Vongola had disappeared, they were either killed off or hiding away for the remainder of their lives. That was the fate of those who worked in the underworld and eventually they were forgotten.

There were many rumors spreading about during that one decade. Some said that Frederico of Vongola was still alive, constantly on the run from his prosecutors. While others alleged he had finally been killed. Those of whom that believed the latter assumed that he had been murdered or betrayed; a common occurrence in the underworld. Meanwhile, the two bosses of Millefiore continued working to further themselves from the rest of the crowd. They took over Vongola's syndicate and operated under various businesses as a cover for its background.

Reborn, however, thrived in the falling era for a few years. He became a freelancer like he had before he took up Vongola Nono's offer; carrying out high-risk jobs left and right. There were even some from Millefiore he picked up, not minding the pay. With Tsuna tagging along he had no problems with his job, he rather enjoyed the times he got to work with the vampire. However, the hits against his head grew with each passing success, the amount over his name multiplying. Eventually, it came to the point where jobs became traps – plots leading towards his death – and one day, Reborn vanished completely. It was like he had dropped off the face of the earth, simply disappearing into the darkness. People assumed he had finally been killed, that someone had gotten lucky, but no one dared to raise their head above the surface to find out. Everything was just hushed up and they moved on. Still, there were constant sightings of Reborn, his face known all throughout the underground, and there were rumors he would still take jobs offers. How they contacted him, no one knows. Despite his disappearance, no one dared to take his position as the number one hitman.

"Tch, dammit! They should have sent someone else to do this shitty job. Why am I being sent to this building anyway?" A man whispered as he slowly passed the dark area, making sure to cover all sides to prevent an attack. It was hard enough with the vicinity as black as the night sky; he didn't need someone sneaking up on him. However, he was unaware of the growing darkness and a flashing pair of eyes deep within the mist behind him. It disappeared the moment he glanced around, constantly scouting for any sign of an enemy.

Just as he moved past a doorway, he saw a flash of a human body and immediately took aim, his eyes sharp for any movement. His hands were almost shaking and there was a cold shiver running down his spine as an icy breeze blew through the building. The air was rapidly growing chilly but that wasn't possible; it was a hot summer's night, there's no way it would be cold.

As he focused on the area before him, a hand suddenly shot out from the darkness gripped the back of his collar, ripping in one swift movement. There was a range of curses from the person before it went silent as a pair of teeth sank into the soft flesh of his neck, right on his jugular. A weak cry slipped through his lips, but the attacker just moaned in delight.

"Hungry?" A figure appeared before the victim, stepping out from behind a wall, and strode closer to the two. Honey-colored eyes watched as the other vampire quickly drained the human in his grasp and dropped the corpse to the ground with little hesitance. Tsuna smirked at the brutality and continued forward, stopping in front of the vampire after stepping over the body. His eyes watched as remaining blood dripped down the sides of the other's mouth and licked his lips at the sight. "I guess you would be, seeing as it's been a week since your last feeding. You're still a fledgling, but you've already lasted longer than some other vampires I've known. Five years is quite the length of time."

"Shut up, Tsuna," The young vampire brought his right hand up to his lips and wiped off the remaining blood. Since he was taller, he stared down at the brunet. The jet black hair and curly sideburns were a signature characteristic of the one and only Reborn; the number one hitman in the world. "Damn, I'm still hungry."

Tsuna shook his head at that and reached forward, pulling the hitman closer to him. His fingers drifted from the waist of the younger vampire to the arms before pulling away. He could feel the other shivering under his touch and finally reached up to pull the collar of his shirt down. "Then you're welcome to take my blood. I bet it tastes much better than those humans."

"Obviously. It's absolutely delicious. But I'm also hungry for something else besides your blood." Reborn smirked and leaned over, a dark glint in his eyes.

"You'll have to work for that one." The brunet simply chuckled and stepped away, disappearing into the darkness for a more remote setting. He wanted to head back to their shared apartment as quickly as possible, knowing the other vampire wouldn't be too far behind. After all, no one would be able to bother them there.

Well, its over! How sad, it was a good run while it lasted.