Edited 13/10/016
Chapter 14
Friday
A leather clad hand rubbed a hard jaw in bemusement.
It looks like his little Tsunayoshi's admirer is onto the family secret. He chuckled weakly and stared at an aged photograph of his Master and former lover. His eyes however were on his lover, the blond version to Tsunayoshi.
When the photograph had been taken, he'd still been human and unaware of that world at the time.
The world where the supernatural reigned supreme.
His heart still aches to this day, whenever he gazes at his Master/Wife. She was his whole world, his reason for mercy, and when she was taken from him, he'd lost all form of sanity and ruined his lover's dream for a time. Giotto knows that he is not dead. Giotto also knows that even if he tries to destroy Vongola he couldn't. Because Vongola was their precious ideal brought to life. And now corrupted. By the one they both loved.
A bitter chuckle escaped his lips.
While he truly loved Giotto, his blond lover's heart had belonged to another man.
He wonders how disappointed both his loved ones would be if they were still alive to judge him.
A prickle of comfort was transmitted toward to his frazzled mental state and a whisper of, 'Don't worry I won't leave you behind. It's okay. Its…going to…be o-kay..'
Tsunayoshi's voice faded back into silence as he drifted back into dreamland.
The suit-clad male chuckled and sent a wave of affection to give his 'son' pleasant dreams. He then cut their connection so as not to bother Tsunayoshi in his rest.
Speaking of, he was surprised that Tsunayoshi had not inherited his telepathy but instead, inherited telekinesis. Granted, it was creative that Tsunayoshi had decided to use it on himself as means of flying. Not to mention, inheriting Giotto's hypnosis. Although, it seems like a passive trait. No 'off switch' he mused. Tsunayoshi uses it on Reborn almost all the time, he's honestly surprised the man hadn't picked up on it.
But Tsunayoshi is so oblivious that it's adorable.
His 'son' is indeed straight, but he has already deemed the Hitman his life mate. Unconsciously, and now the man is supposed to be courting the brunet which obviously isn't working out because of their differing races.
The man with blue grey locks suddenly felt slightly pissed.
Speaking of their races, he still doesn't know what Reborn was exactly. Nothing matches!
The man must be either an obscure being or a deity if anything.
"…"
Now that was a disturbing thought of the highest degree. The two hundred year old Vampyre felt like throwing up blood for even entertaining the thought.
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When Tsuna woke up there was a notable absence of his Sire's presence in his mind. Tsuna himself still marvelled over the fact that he is even okay with a complete and utter invasion to his mental state via mind rape. Although it helps that his Sire knows when to scram/cut the connection.
But sometimes he gets these vindictive urges to prevent his Sire from running so he could suffer with him.
Tsuna huffs, a one-sided telepathic link really is inconvenient…
Suddenly he remembers Reborn asking whether or not Tsuna had wanted to see the sights of Italy at night, and he face plants…
He couldn't believe Reborn had really been asking whether Tsuna wanted to go with him that very night. Via teleportation to boot.
Tsuna was a Vampyre not whatever Reborn was, it was probably a good thing that he told the man another time or he might have met his untimely demise last night, that sort of teleportation didn't seem safe…
That aside, it seemed that his father's idiotic tendencies were rubbing off on uncle Enrico if the man had resorted to listening in on him and Reborn through the door.
Tsuna got up reluctantly from his sheets and made his way to the bathroom. Just as he was about to strip he got that same funny feeling he had last night when he'd went to take a good long soak. He glanced about the small bathroom suspiciously then frowned when he couldn't figure out what was wrong. Maybe he should clean the bathroom today…
He had no classes today and his grandpa and the others were leaving today, just after lunch to make it for their evening flight.
Might as well tidy up the condo.
"…" he wonders if this is how his mom felt all those years ago when his dad hadn't told her the truth yet.
Finding the solace of distraction in house cleaning and cooking and taking care of others.
Distracted from the wrongness he felt in his bathroom he finished undressing and jumped in the shower. The condominium was much larger than his previous abode so cleaning would be a long arduous task, he didn't have the luxury of a long bath this morning.
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Tsuna blinked owlishly at the tuckered hitman lying down with a cold towel over his eyes. The man was completely and utterly 'dead to the world' unconscious, even his grandpa was gazing worriedly at the raven. Fon being the runner up in concern.
Tsuna then redirected his gaze to the travel bags near the front door.
He wouldn't be accompanying them to the airport unfortunately, Tsuna would have rather stabbed himself than ride in the 'moving metal trap of death'.
His grandpa had been surprised to find out about his dislike for transportation. Not that Tsuna has need to use transport anymore, he could fly to his destinations just as well. Not that anyone knew.
That aside, the Varia are huffing and pissed. Tsuna knew they wouldn't have found his Sire but the brunet had to wonder. What hint had his Sire dropped to make them this riled up?
'I didn't leave any hints…by the way you really should fix that habit of absently speaking your thoughts out loud. They're staring at you.' True to his Sire's words they were giving him incredulous stares, the brunet flinched and went back to his dusting. Or he would have, until the timer in kitchen went off.
Tsuna scurried to kitchen with a grin.
He was too lazy to cook a big meal but he still wanted to make something nice for his grandpa and the others before they left. Pulling on his oven mittens he opened the door and let some of the heat disperse before removing the pies and baked potatoes.
Tsuna wants to cry.
Just looking at the food was making him want to take a bite but he knows that if any of the food try to make its way down his throat, it would be like swallowing sand with chunks of glass in it.
He settles for pouting as he lets them cool on the rack.
'Don't worry kiddo. When you're older you'll be able to eat without puking up blood.' Tsuna hummed distractedly in response.
"What did you make?" asked a groggy voice.
"Hmm, baked Penne and Italian sausage with baked potatoes." He chirped.
Freezing momentarily as he registered the voice, he swung his head back up from under the counter in his search for plates. "Reborn! You woke up." Cocking his chin he asked with humour, "Was my dad's mug that much of a shock, that you fainted upon looking?" he chortled.
Reborn groaned, "Not quite, but finding out that man being descended from the founder of Vongola might have had something to do with it. Speaking of, if I didn't know any better I would have probably considered you the second coming of Primo."
Tsuna raised an eyebrow.
"You look like him." He grumbled.
Tsuna blinked. He already knew that. It was the reason why his Sire had chosen to turn him. Tsuna was the spitting his lover. But instead of forming a romantic attachment to the brunet, he decided to humour the illusion of a family that might have been. Tsuna pinched a lock of his brown haired and inspected it with mild detachment.
He thanked his lucky stars he hadn't been born with blond hair.
A wave of amusement and wicked intentions came through the mental link. Tsuna outright shuddered.
"What's up?" Reborn questioned languidly.
Tsuna stuttered and shook for a full minute before he could actually muster the will to respond to his roommate, "I'm just glad to be brunet." He squeaked.
Everyone, aside from Reborn, gave the brunet a curious look.
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Fon felt it before Xanxus could, but as soon as the presence had revealed itself it had disappeared. Fon clenched his fists and grit his teeth in restraint. Reborn had briefly released of small wave of divine power, Fon noted. For what purpose the Chinese Vampyre hadn't a clue, but Fon hadn't been the only one spooked. Tsuna had almost cut himself with the knife when Reborn did it. A lusty glaze could be seen in his eye.
How curious. Was that the reason why the young man is constantly sexually interested in the man?
Fon tilted head curiously in thought. He never felt the need to sleep with Reborn before though, neither do other Vampyres, not that Reborn notices. The man is usually oblivious to the supernatural, at one point Fon was under the impression that the being had thought that he himself was in fact human.
Fon wasn't that far off the mark. Reborn did forget his status for a time.
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After plating the food and setting the table, with Reborn surprisingly offering a hand, the Vongola group had crowded around the table for lunch. But with Reborn grabbing his meal and heading out on the veranda to eat instead of with the others. While Tsuna remained lounging around in the kitchen, waiting for the group at the table to finish eating so he could clean up. The brunet had filled a cup of water though and was sipping on the liquid with a deep set grimace.
Nono's gaze kept switching from the hitman to the brunet. Both in their own worlds. Well not so much on Tsunayoshi. He'd snap out of his daze at intervals and would stare holes into the hitman's back. If he read the look in his grandson's eyes correctly he wanted to speak with Reborn urgently but couldn't bring himself to.
Not with them there.
He knows Reborn would report to him under his own discretion, and report accurately, but he gets the feeling, for his grandson's sake, the hitman wouldn't tell him everything. Normally Nono would have had someone else take Reborn's place because of attachment issues, but he thinks it's better to leave things as is.
Though it's a shame that Tsunayoshi can't accompany him to the airport, he figures that his grandson is still traumatised from that one time he'd visited Italy when he was still a toddler.
He hadn't thought it was anything serious though.
And was he wrong? Yes. Yes he was.
Tsuna developing hodophobia was a heartfelt surprise. How was his grandson supposed to get to Italy then?
Nono was almost tempted tell Reborn to do what that Kurokawa girl had done to get his grandson to Tokyo.
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It was after as he stood outside of Minato-ku seeing his grandpa off and then prying his bawling father off of him. That Tsuna collapsed on his hands and knees, crying tears of joy, "They're finally gone! Thank god!" The other residents who were coming in or leaving the condo gave the brunet funny looks while Reborn just snorted at him in amusement.
He should have went with Nono but his current duty has him tied to the brunet at the moment especially now that he realises that he does have feelings beyond that of lust for his ward.
"Are you just going to make a fool of yourself all day? We need to talk." He drawled elegantly.
Reborn held back a smile as the brunet shot up with an embarrassed blush and followed obediently after him. After Reborn managed to trudge he way up the last step he muttered, "They really need an elevator for this place."
His ward laughed softly.
When they both got inside and settled themselves comfortably in the living room area, it was only then that he began. "You may already have an idea about what I'm going to tell you and who it has to do with. But I'll say it again anyway." He paused, "Your eating habits have to do with Giotto di Vongola. Apparently the founder was not human, at all. And his preference for a meal was raw flesh and blood on a normal day. Aside from the occasional fruit from nature, the only thing he ate or drank were milk and cream."
"Eh." Was the shared reaction between his ward and Sire. The Sire had his eyebrows scrunched in deep thought, obviously trying to remember if such was indeed fact.
Reborn blinked and saw through the brunet's eyes, a middle aged fellow who he'd only come across in paintings at the Vongola manor. He could see the man staring back at him scowling, as if aware that Reborn could truly see him. What the older Vampyre was doing was using a mix of telepathy and Mist flames. With Tsunayoshi being none the wiser, the brunet is allowing his Master to peer through his eyes.
"The founder wasn't human?" Tsunayoshi questioned.
Reborn nodded, "He was what you would call a forbidden being born of a devil and god. He is Fae, more precisely. A leimoniad, a type of nymph."
Reborn could see the Vampyre floundering on the other end of the telepathic link, reading the Vampyre's lips, he read, 'Nymphs are women only! Last I saw, Giotto had a dick!'
Reborn raised an eyebrow under his fedora and Tsuna blushed six different shades of red, his expression screaming, ididn'tneedtoknowthat! As if trying to transmit his discomfort and confusion to his Sire.
"According to an older being that I'm acquainted with, he dug deep and unearthed Giotto's lineage and found out that they were cursed by a demon. Mind you, Nymphs are all women, so why was Giotto a man? It's because he was cursed to be born a man." He explained for the sake of his ward.
Said brunet looked less confused and lost at his mercy, if a little apprehensive at a realization.
"Oh…" he drawled in relief, "So milk and cream works?"
At that Reborn stiffened, "Well, I doubt it." "Eh?! Why?" he ignored Tsunayoshi, "You're dominantly Vampyre. Vampyres drink blood. With that trait in the lead, your recessive Fae blood surfaced, making you crave not just blood but flesh as well."
"But I can still give it a try right?!"
Reborn eyed his ward, "You can. But I'm telling you now that the milk and cream made by humans aren't going to work."
"Eh." Even Tsunayoshi's Sire looked bamboozled.
"The milk and cream you need to consume are produced from flowers created among the Fae folk. While it may be dangerous for humans to consume, it may not affect you, but it's extremely hard to acquire. Unless you have the right contacts." At Tsunayoshi's puppy eyed look he chuckled, "I'm sorry but I don't have any friends in that circle."
His ward pressed his palms to his face and moaned in despair.
Reborn huffed, "Why are you even freaking out anyways? Its only forty years max before you can eat solid human food again."
The brunet made a disgruntled noise, "Yes, but in the meantime I'm going to be eating people Reborn! Any alternative to curb my hunger would have been much appreciated!"
Reborn blinked and then frowned, "Huh? Didn't your Master tell you?" Tsuna peeked up at his roommate with confusion, "Fledgling Vampyres are only ravenous for two to three years before their bodies can function as it should."
The brunet and the military clad Vampyre linked to him both gave Reborn a suspicious stare, "I thought you said you didn't know anything but the basics about Vampyres…"
Reborn scoffed, "That is basic."
"Oh for the love of—Deamon!" he yelled. The man on the other end of the link sighed.
Reborn slowly turned his head and stared out past the veranda, further and further past to where a tall building stands. Reborn smirked as the first generation Vongola Mist glared at him.
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A curious fact about the first generation that was told to him by Talbot, a Monaciello, was that, although Giotto was born a male, he instinctively knew that he was female. And even when his other half, his mate was by his side, they could not love each other. Because Giotto was a man and G, his Storm Guardian, would never love him back the way he wanted him to.
And with G out of his reach, he sought solace in the arms of another, another creature like but not unlike himself. A human diseased with the cursed blood of a demon, a Vampyre.
TBC…