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THE HAND YOU'RE DEALT
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I do not own Katekyo Hitman REBORN, I do however own this story and the characterisation of Agatha.
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SIOFC!Gokudera, Slash/het... Kinda? I was a mind that remembered more than one life. Physically born as a boy, mentally reawakened as a woman. I am Gokudera Hayato, please call me Aya.
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CHAPTER TWELVE
First Time Killing
The Namimori Athletics Festival was one of the very few school events at Nami-Middle that was open to the public, meaning that family and friends were also allowed onto school grounds in order to watch and cheer the students on at their events. As such, Sawada Nana, her house guests, Bianchi, Lambo, and Reborn, along with one of their neighbours, Miura Haru, were allowed on school grounds.
It wasn't uncommon actually, a lot of parents were attending to cheer their children on in their activities.
This time though, on a blue moon, Hibari Satoshi, Hibari Yun, and Hibari Minoru had decided to attend today as well, half hoping to see their son/nephew partake in the activities for the first time since his first year – when he promptly decided he didn't do teams, made his own side, and then destroyed all the other participants in the Pole Knocking, sending the three Team Leaders into the hospital and declaring himself the winner. Admittedly, they didn't want a REPEAT of this incident, but they had hoped he would have mellowed down enough to actually partake in school activities, especially when he held the school in such high regard.
As such... they were completely stunned by what they just witnessed.
Yun's pale hands slapped over her mouth in shock, "Did Kyouya just - "
"Show interest in another human being?" Satoshi finished, eyes practically bugging out of his skull as he watched the spectacle taking place down below. Specifically on how his beloved (aggravating/cute) son went bright red (for him) and stared with unabashed interest at what was very clearly a binder hidden under a now see-through shirt.
"Been nice knowing you brother. Look me up somewhen never. I'm moving to Alaska," Minoru announced firmly.
"Bit sudden," Satoshi muttered, still not tearing his eyes away as the girl stiffened and promptly screeched, punching his son in the face.
"If Kyouya is suddenly getting interested in girls, I am GONE. Nope. Not in the job description – YOU GUYS can handle this. Uncle Minoru is Uncle M.I.A." his little brother declared, throwing his arms up, sounding torn between horrified and so done with this shit that Satoshi almost tore his eyes away from the way Kyouya just stayed sprawled on the ground staring off after the girl as she sprinted off, stunned, confused, and now in possession of a bloody nose and blossoming black eyes (he wondered if she was the one responsible for his utterly foul mood and black eyes last month, he wouldn't even let Yun heal them over, snapping his teeth at her when she tried).
Minoru tried to get to his feet and make his escape then, but Satoshi was faster, and knew his little brother better than he wished he did. He grabbed the little shit by the scruff of his neck (never mind that Minoru was taller than him), and yanked him back into his seat.
"Sit down," he told his brother, amusement colouring his tone as he dug into his pocket for his phone. "Why the hell would you miss a prime opportunity for blackmail?" he asked chuckling as he swiped through to his camera and took a picture of the dazed blush on his son's face.
"Satoshi – where is Yun?"
Kyouya's father paused when he realised his beloved, psychotic, ex-hitwoman wife was no longer sat beside him.
And since she wasn't down there fussing over Kyouya – that meant she was...
Minoru dropped his face into his hands, "Oh my god, she's going to traumatise that poor girl."
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Aya cursed, scrubbing her hands through her short hair as she stuck her head under the tap, washing out the last of the dye. Dragging her head out and shaking water everywhere as she stripped out of her shirt, throwing it across the girls' bathroom viciously before she dug into her bag for a spare shirt and bra. She ducked into one of the stalls and took her binder off, shrugging into the bra double-quick time so she wouldn't have to look down, before slipping into a black vest. With her hair wet she didn't want to pull on a school-shirt, it would only get grey staining on the collar from the temporary hair dye.
She sighed, scrubbing a hand through her wet hair again before shaking water everywhere once more.
She needed her rings, she couldn't stand having her hair short anymore!
But – fuck. Everyone had seen her with the short hair. If she came back with it down to her waist, there would be questions, she couldn't grow it.
She swore vilely under her breath as she unlocked the bathroom stall and stepped out – coming nose to nose with a complete stranger wearing a familiar face.
"I'm SO sorry about my son's behaviour back there!" the woman exclaimed loudly, excitedly, even as Aya jolted backwards into the stall.
She was a beautiful woman, thick raven black hair pulled into a chunky waist length braid, a thick fringe and thin eyebrows, familiar sharp blue eyes bored into her own startled green from a surprisingly young seeming face, high cheek bones and a petite mouth stretched into a wide hopeful smile. She was about the same size as Aya herself, perhaps a tad shorter, but curvier by far, dressed modestly like a typical Japanese housewife in a pair of clean blue jeans, and a thick white knitted polo-neck sweater.
"That's – alrigh- wait, your son?" the Storm Flame user spluttered. Was this Hibari's mother?
She positively beamed, "Yes! Kyou-chan! My son! I'm so sorry about earlier! I hope you won't hold it against him! He's a good boy really!" the woman gushed, stepping forward earnestly, crowding Aya back into the toilet stall.
She laughed, perhaps a little hysterically as she tried not to fall backwards onto the toilet, "Ah-haha... ha... Uhm, yes, I'm – I'm sure he is," she spluttered nervously.
Blue eyes widened as the woman suddenly (thankfully) leaned back, clapping her hands together, "Oh my! I'm so sorry! I'm Hibari Yun, Kyouya's mother, it's nice to meet you..." she trailed off meaningfully, hopefully, smiling so earnestly at the young Storm Guardian that she felt a bead of cold sweat beginning to form on the back of her neck as she remained frozen, stomach muscles clenched and aching where she was bent backwards over the toilet barely remaining upright.
Oh god, there was no polite way to refuse giving this woman her name.
"G-Gokudera Haya- " she coughed, wheezing a little as the woman leaned forward again, "P-pleased to meet you?" she practically whimpered.
The woman squealed, bouncing in place, clapping her hands, before lunging forward and grabbing Aya's hands, the younger of the two squawking and losing her battle with gravity, landing on the toilet with a yelp as Yun gripped her hands and beamed.
"Pleased to meet you too, Haya-chan!" the woman chirped, squeezing Aya's hands tightly. "I'm sure we'll be the best of friends!"
Oh god, what was this woman on?
A knock at the bathroom door saved Aya from having to scramble for an answer.
"Aya-chan? Is everything okay?" Tsuna.
"I – I have to go! It- It was nice meeting you, Hibari-san," the girl rushed, quickly slipping her hands free of the older woman's grasp and practically vaulting out of the toilet stall over the top, rather than risk trying to squeeze past her. She snatched her bag out from under the divider and rushed to the door.
Yun smiled brightly, waving as the young woman raced away to her Sky, not upset in the least at the less than socially acceptable goodbye. She could never be angry at a Guardian immediately attending their Sky when called. It was admirable to be that attentive! She must have been a very good Guardian! And so nice too! Very pretty. She would look lovely in her old wedding Kimono – if she wanted a traditional wedding, if not Yun knew a lovely bridal store in Tokyo that did Western Style gowns and made to order couture dresses.
Now she just had to coach her prickly little boy in how to talk to girls!
She squealed happily. Kyouya showed an interest in girls, she was going to be a Grandmother!
The woman spun in a circle, giggling happily. They could go on shopping trips together, and eat icecream, and go to Karaoke, and – and – what was that?
Blinking, the mother paused in her gleeful fantasies of the future where she would finally have a female member of the family to have fun with when she spotted a pile of wet fabric in the corner of the room. Curious, she quickly made her way over and picked it up. When held up, she realised what she had found: Haya-chan's sports shirt, the one the Sun Arcobaleno had drenched!
"Lucky!" Yun squealed, quickly gathering the wet sports shirt up. She had an excuse to visit now!
Wait.
What did she just think? ...A... Arcobaleno? Guardian? A – Sky? The girl was a Guardian?! That mean there was a SKY NEAR BY! ONE BEING TRAINED BY REBORN!
The Hitman turned on heel and bolted out of the girls' bathroom hard enough to knock the door clean from its hinges and embed the handle into the drywall as she plastered herself to the window, blue eyes frantically raking the student population for that glimpse of shiny beautiful silver – there!
She was flanked by two boys, a small one with spiky brown hair, and a taller one with short black hair. She knew the taller one, it was Tsuyoshi-kun's son, Takeshi, she remembered babysitting the little Rain boy when he was younger, both he and Kyou-chan playing together as she 'kept an eye on them', re: trained them. Which meant the little brunet was...
A Sky.
A Sky in Namimori!
A Sky the same age as her Kyouya!
She wavered where she was stood, a strangled whimper squeaking its way free of her throat as with trembling hands she drew the girl's sodden shirt against her chest, squeezing it tightly over her heart. There was a – a Sky in Namimori, a teenage Sky. A Sky in her baby's school, one of his classmates. Her baby had fallen for a Guardian, his Flame had react to her, which meant they were of a similar calibre, and if she was a Guardian then that meant there was a chance, more than a small one, that he could – that he could... he could be a Guardian too.
She watched as the group left the school gates, Haya-chan pulling the small Sky between herself and Take-chan as they passed Tetsuya-kun, squaring her shoulders to him as they passed. Oh, oh, she wasn't the type to back down at all. Good for her.
Yun giggled a little helplessly as she slid to her knees and dropped back, landing on her behind and hiccuping another giggle of delirious mirth.
There was a Sky in Namimori the same age as her son.
Her son who was interested in a girl.
The girl who was the Sky's Guardian.
And that was how her husband and her brother in law found her. Sat on the floor outside the ladies toilet, clutching a soaking wet shirt, staring sightlessly at the wall, occasionally giggling in shock, completely heedless to the way that she had now gotten herself sopping wet by clutching the shirt that tightly.
The two brothers exchanged looks.
"She's your wife," Minoru pointed out dryly before turning away and rummaging for his phone.
Satoshi scoffed in annoyance, again, his little brother was misreading him. Little shit. He immediately moved to his wife's side, as he planned to, and wrapped her up in his arms, hugging her tightly before pulling her to her feet. She went willingly, still completely blind and her eyes fixed ahead, a small spurt of giggles coming out of her every now and again. He gave the shirt a little tug, recognising who it may have belonged to, but his wife had a death grip. There would be no getting it away from her until she'd calmed down.
"Tsuyoshi-san says he'll have a Blue Menu waiting for us to pick up by the time we pass Takesushi," Minoru dutifully reported as he snapped his phone shut. He peered at his sister in law for a moment before shaking his head, "I know it's shocking that Kyouya's hormones seem to have finally punched him in the face but... isn't this a little far? What the hell kind of girl did he fall for?" the younger brother wondered in confusion. Not many things could push Yun to shut down like this – finding out she was pregnant was one of them, Satoshi asking her to marry him was another, Minoru couldn't think of any other times that she went this far gone though.
"Who knows. We'll find out when she's calmed down some," he stated as he tucked her up under his arm and began to escort her out of the school.
Minoru shrugged, casting a glance at the door embedded in the wall with mild amusement. Kyouya was going to be giving her the silent treatment for days over damaging his precious Namimori. If his brain ever elevated from his groin to notice it that is.
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She wasn't able to hide behind Tsuna, Ryohei, and Takeshi the whole time, though she definitely gave it her best shot. However, she couldn't hide entirely. Which was why she was now stood firmly in front of the school Headmaster, eyebrow arched coldly as he gave her a dressing down more befitting a thirteen year old caught flashing her classmates, not a grown ass woman who just won a Sporting Event by pretending to be a man. Actually, thinking about it, this was entirely Historically accurate a situation. And that was even more irritating given that this was 2015 for fucks' sake.
Aya imagined she would be less furious with the whole situation if she hadn't been given a detention for 'Inappropriate behaviour'. Or in layman's terms, being unladylike. She got Detention for cutting her hair, wearing boys' clothing, and winning them the grossly unmatched Pole Knocking Tournament. She was livid.
Silently, she took the dressing down with narrowed eyes, but when all was said and done: She had no intention of showing up to those Detentions.
"Why the hell am I still here?" she muttered darkly as she stalked out of the office, fighting hard against the urge to slam the door behind her. She could fucking sit university entrance exams and pass them with flying colours.
"How did it go, Aya-chan?" Tsuna asked anxiously as he jumped to his feet from where he, Takeshi, and the Sasagawa siblings had been waiting.
Oh. That was why. Tsuna.
She smiled, "They just read me the riot act is all," she told him lightly. Since she had no intention of attending those stupid Detentions then she saw no reason to inform the others about it, "Basically they just said it was unladylike, don't do it again. Which is a bit stupid. I won fair and square," she scoffed irritably. He was probably pissed off that she kicked his precious Head Prefect's ego down to size, thus undermined the authority of the Disciplinary Committee in front of all the students. Feh, if anyone else could fight Hibari and come out on top in this school, Reborn would have already tried to recruit them.
Tsuna breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad, I thought you'd have to go to detention with Hibari-senpai and the Committee," he explained, hand over his heart, genuinely looking relieved.
Okay, she was definitely not attending those Detentions now. She had no desire to clash with the Disciplinary Committee after that, plus, Hibari only got obsessive about stron- shit, she should have thought things through a bit more carefully before kicking his ass, shouldn't she? He was going to be hounding her for rematches, like he did with Reborn.
She groaned and dropped her head into her hands.
"Aya-chan?" Tsuna asked, concerned.
"I just remembered," she mumbled through her fingers, "Hibari's obsessed with strong people. He's going to keep bugging me for rematches just like Reborn!"
There was a pause, and suddenly Takeshi started to laugh. Tsuna squealed fearfully at the idea of being stalked so intently by a battle-thirsty Hibari; Ryohei roared 'Extremely' about how he had to recruit them both for the Boxing Club ("I'm in the Archery Club though." – Aya, "JOIN THE BOXING CLUB ANYWAY!" – Ryohei, "Oniichan, you shouldn't shout at Aya-chan!" – Kyoko); but it was Reborn's reaction that made her uneasy above all others. He smirked, those evil beady black baby eyes crinkling with sadistic humour as he tipped his hat down to hide his expression.
He was going to be cashing in on that fight for months. For however long it took to either no longer be funny, or useful to him.
"Shit." Seemed to sum the situation up quite nicely.
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"Shit," she muttered in annoyance. She was supposed to be working right now, but apparently they had changed the rota without posting the changes up in the staff-room, word had been passed along word of mouth and since she was only the part-timer... oh well, she had a weekend to herself now. And nothing to do with it either. She supposed she could go and hang out with Tsuna, but she knew how much he liked to sleep in on days when Reborn wasn't likely to harass him into waking with the dawn chorus.
"Aya-chan, what's up?" Takeshi's voice interrupted her musing as she meandered down the street.
"Morning Takeshi," she greeted with a friendly smile.
"I thought you had work today?" he asked curiously, bag slung over one shoulder. He must have been going to Tsuna's, Nami-chuu was the opposite direction and he had his baseball gear with him – either practice was moved or cancelled.
"I did. Shift change, they forgot to tell me," she admitted with a shrug and a smile.
"Ahaha, same. I don't have club activities today. You heading to Tsuna's?" he asked, falling into step beside her.
"Mmm, I was thinking about it, but I know he likes to lie in as much as he can before Reborn wakes him up."
"At this time of day?" Takeshi laughed, "Tsuna sure likes to sleep a lot!"
Aya snorted unattractively as they stepped into the Sawadas' front garden, giving Nana a wave as they passed, the house wife positively beaming at them where she was hanging laundry out to dry, "If I didn't have work I'm pretty sure I'd be sleeping too. I'm pretttty far from a morning person like you freaks of nature," she laughed, elbowing him as they made their way up the stairs, shoes abandoned in the porch behind them.
Takeshi just laughed at the teasing as we came to Tsuna's room.
"Morning Ts- what happened?" the girl stuttered to a stop, staring at the ransacked bedroom in surprise, and then the fact that Tsuna was half hidden under his coffee table and the sprawled form of a complete stranger splayed out on the floor unmovingly.
Reborn peered up at them, "Tsuna has become a man."
And didn't a statement like that leave a lot of room for interpretation.
Tears and snot streaming down his face, Tsuna surfaced from under the coffee table and explained what happened. A man had broken into his room, and he'd shot him while asleep and now there was a dead guy in his room and his life was over!
Aya frowned thoughtfully and dropped down beside the so called body, pressing fingers under his jaw to the jugular vein, she couldn't feel any particular throbbing of the blood vessels. He was still warm to the touch. She peeled his eyelid and checked his pupil reactions to the light by shielding and uncovering them – nothing. Either this person was a very convincing actor, or he was really dead.
She paused thoughtfully, sitting back on her heels before checking his clothing – yes, there, a tear through his thick clothing showing blood, fat, and burst muscle. She leaned down, using her fingers to open the wound further as there was only a small amount of blood, especially for a wound in such a location, and sniffed it, yes it was fresh and there was a faint whiff of cordite as used with handguns. So that ruled out pig's blood-blood bags and rigged explosives like Hollywood Special Effects. She rubbed the blood between her fingers; it was even the right consistency for it, just starting to go tacky too, which meant it was in the process of coagulation. Damn, he really was dead. All signs pointed to it.
"Ay-ai-aya-chan?" Tsuna blubbered snottily, looking so young and scared in his nightclothes that something in her chest squeezed tight. "Is – is he really..." he trailed off, unable to even speak the words.
The girl got to her feet quickly and hugged him tight, turning him away from the sight of the body, "Don't worry Tsuna. It's fine."
He began to hyperventilate.
"Whoa, whoa, he's really – " Takeshi spluttered loudly.
Aya nodded grimly.
"Don't worry," Reborn informed them brightly, "I called someone just in case of a situation like this," he announced, the sound of a motorcycle filtering in through the open window.
The last person she wanted to see vaulted in through the open window, wearing his school uniform of all things – really, it was a goddamn Sunday! They didn't even have classes today! Hibari's eyes flickered across the chaos of the room, pausing on Reborn, the corpse, and then the two of them, Tsuna tearily clinging to his Storm Guardian's clothing, the girl in question with blood on her hands and a dark expression on her face.
"What are you doing here, Hibari-senpai?" Takeshi asked warily, coming up close to both Aya and Tsuna but not quite going so far as to slip between them, though it was clear he wanted to.
"I came here so that the baby will owe me one. Like a deal," he explained idly as he planted a foot on the corpse, nudging it hard as he paid his former playmate only cursory attention.
"We've been waiting for you, Hibari," Reborn chastised.
He scoffed lazily as he observed the body, "Good job," he praised, sounding amused, "You got the heart in one shot. Okay. I can dispose of this corpse for you," he declared, eyes flicking between the snivelling Herbivore and the Female, ignoring the way the Omnivore bristled as if to challenge him.
"WHAAT? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!" Tsuna shrieked, quivering and tightening his grip on Aya's clothing.
"He will get rid of the corpse so it can never be found. That way, this murder never happened," Reborn explained cheerfully at his student who predictably freaked out, releasing the deathgrip he had on his Storm in order to flail at the Arcobaleno.
"THAT'S WRONG IN SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS!" Tsuna wailed.
"I'm going to have to agree on that, Reborn," the girl declared shortly, casting the Prefect a scornful glance. "Why did you bother calling him when I can disintegrate the body in two hours with absolutely no chance of it being discovered? Or blabbed about," she added darkly making the Prefect stiffen and shoot her a dark look.
"HIIIEEEEE AYA-CHAN THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" Tsuna spluttered, fluttering agitatedly.
"The point is we have the resources to deal with this ourselves, he isn't one of us, he can't be trusted, and he shouldn't have been brought in to deal with such a situation," the girl stated firmly, casting a frown at Reborn. Really, the Arcobaleno should have known better than to let such sensitive information be revealed to someone who was not yet Famiglia. And what's more, owing him a favour? Best to nip this one in the bud.
She adjusted the ring on her finger and called her flame, the room filling with scarlet light as her hand was engulfed in high-grade Flame. She would protect Tsuna by making it so this body never existed, and if Hibari ever thought to try and hold this over her friend's head, she would do the same to him.
"HOLY SHIT – NO – NO I'M NOT DEAD! I'M NOT DEAD – JESUS!" the corpse squawked in panicked Italian, scrambling up and away from her, practically climbing the opposite wall to put as much distance between them as possible.
Aya wasn't the only one to jump, Tsuna shrieked and fell over his coffee table into Takeshi taking them both down into a pile of dirty clothes and textbooks while Hibari jerked and dropped into a battle stance, tonfa flicking out from where-ever it was he stored them.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Aya snarled, launching herself forward and grabbing the corpse by the front of his clothing, she flipped him over her shoulder, throwing him down onto the floor and slammed her knee into his chest, holding him down and poising her hand beside her head, aimed down, one wrong move and her fingers were going through his eyesockets (and possibly into the floor behind it). "You were fucking dead, I checked. No pulse, no pupil response, the blood was real, the gunpowder, there was no Mist illusion – what the fuck?" she hissed furiously.
"This is Moretti, one of the Vongola's specialists," the Sun Arcobaleno explained in Japanese for the benefit of the native speakers, appearing on the girl's shoulder, a Leon-whip suddenly snapping around her wrist and pulling her hand away from the man's face. "He's a pro in being Assassinated."
"Vongola?" Aya repeated darkly, biceps bulging as she strained against the whip. No, she would not pull her hand away.
"Vongola. He's one of ours. It isn't everyday Moretti gets a chance to visit Japan, he approached me and asked for an opportunity to show Tsuna his 'Addio' technique," the Arcobaleno explained smoothly, tightening his grip on Leon as Aya's arm was slowly inched backwards away from the sweating 'thief' by sheer force. "Addio is a technique to stop his heart at will and achieve a state of apparent death. He has used this technique extensively during his work with both the CEDEF and the main Famiglia when extracting deep-cover spies from assignments."
"That doesn't explain the rest of it," Aya grit out darkly.
"Reborn told me that someone pretty sharp would probably be in attendance so I went all out!" Moretti wheezed, eyes still locked on the fistful of Storm Flames that were ever so slowly being pulled from his face, "I wore specialist contact lenses, so my pupils wouldn't be seen to contract with light! And I used a cordite charge instead of a regular charge to burst the blood bag, I had a shoulder of pork that I'd soaked in a human bloodbag for a week fixed under my jacket, that's how it happened! My under shirt is armoured so the explosive wouldn't cause any problems or pain!" he explained rapidly, and finally Aya allowed Reborn to drag her hand away and the Storm Flame to die.
She dragged her bloody hand through her hair and swore under her breath. What a pain.
Wait... She paused and eyed the Assassination pro as he wobbily got to his feet, Takeshi laughing at him while Tsuna sank weakly to the ground in a mixture of relief and exhaustion from the messy day he's just suffered. Was Addio, or Moretti, the one that subbed in for Tsuna during that Ten Years Later mess?
She jolted when a hand was suddenly thrust under her nose, she scowled when she realised just whose hand it was.
"Yes?" she bit out testily, frowning at the Prefect who was equally glaring at her, looking, if anything, uncomfortable.
"Phone number. Give it to me," he demanded, cheeks tinting just a little pink, so little that no one would have noticed if they hadn't been paying attention.
Her eyes narrowed, "And just why would I do that?" she asked coldly.
His eyes shifted off her face and the pink became a little more pronounced, "My mother has your shirt. She wants to return it."
Her shirt? His moth- Hibari Yun-san? Aya frowned, confused and a little alarmed, when had that crazy woman gotten a hold of her shir- oh shit, she left it in the bathroom at school after Sports Day.
"Ah, right, give me a second," she muttered before turning and kicking over a few bits and bobs from Tsuna's floor. She quickly found a scrap of paper and pen and scribbled her number down for the Prefect and handed it over. He eyed it suspiciously, and then her, before taking his phone out and starting to dial. She rolled her eyes, "I'm hardly going to give you a fake number when she has something I actually want back," she scoffed as Heavy Metal began to blast from her handbag beside the door.
Eyebrows were raised amongst those in the room about her choice of ringtone.
She sniffed, ignoring them and folding her arms as Hibari cancelled the call and nodded, stalking out of the room via the window again (Honestly, who was he trying to impress?). She knew she didn't exactly look like a metal head ninety percent of the time, but she also didn't look like a Mafioso or someone that routinely packed enough explosives to launch the Tokyo Tower into high-altitude orbit.
"Hey, Aya-chan, what was that red fire stuff?" Takeshi asked curiously.
"Yeah, I've never seen anything like it before," Tsuna admitted, peering curiously at her while Moretti blanched further and quickly made his quiet excuses to leave.
Aya glanced at Reborn who shook his head, "I'll tell you later," she promised with a smile, "For now, let's see about getting this mess cleaned up. If we don't start now, that blood will never come out," she declared nodding to the staining that Moretti had left behind.
Tsuna, predictably, shrieked in dismay at the thought of his room being decorated with human blood.
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And finite. First Time Killing was supposed to be relatively short all things considered, but then Addio and Ten Years Later appeared in my brain going 'what if' and I had to explore it further. Plus, it gave hilarious opportunities for awkward!Hibari and unimpressed!Aya, which is always good.
