Hello! Another fic for practice. Got the inspiration from Hozier's cover of "Do I Wanna Know?" by the Artic Monkeys. Gave Reborn a nondescripted lover because I've never written romance before and I just ddin't feel like naming his lover (whether its a character or OC). Sue me and enjoy!
Reborn wished he woke up any other way other than the sunlight always invading his house in between the gaps of his curtains. Sitting up on his bed, cigarette buttts rolled and fell onto the floor from the motion.
Grasping his head between his hands, he takes a deep breath.
One… inhale… Two… exhale
Oh, how he wished he woke up any other ways.
The world continues to revolve on without a care of its inhabitants' feelings.
Reborn woke up to the smell of espresso and breakfast, a small smile forming on his lips already. The sun seeped into his room, giving him warmth for the day to come. But it wasn't the kind of warmth he craved for. The warmth he always sought for was currently in the kitchen, flipping pancakes while humming their favorite song.
He got up, and without putting on any clothes (save for the boxers he was already wearing),he made his way out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and into the kitchen where his lover was.
The said lover was finishing up on the last pancake when they felt arms wrap around their waist, and eased into Reborn's chest as the older of the two pulled them into him.
"Ohayou, my love." The hitman greeted, kissing a love mark he left on their neck.
His lover giggled in return, "Good morning, sunshine. You know how much that tickles."
"Is that so? I never had the faintest idea." He replied with a grin. He loves holding his lover his way.
"Reborn, the pancakes!" Was the shout of fake-panic before it fell deaf in comparison to their fits of giggles as Reborn tickled them. These kinds of mornings were his favorite.
Reborn stood before the kitchen, wondering if it was any effort to make breakfast before work. He stared at the stove,his lover's favorite place to stand before and whip up food for him, no matter how late it was. The pans remained untouched from when they were last touched, the sink filled with dirty dishes from God knows how long.
The hitman left before the lump in his heart grew any bigger.
"Why do you always stare out the window?" Reborn asked one day while they were driving to the Vongola Mansion.
"Why not? No matter how many times I stare, the world's simply too remarkable for me to be in awe at only once in my lifetime!"
He chuckled at their innocent remark, "You think too kindly of this world, beloved."
"You think so?" They asked, cocking their head to the side, Reborn watching as the hair fell perfectly in place to frame his lover's beautiful face, "I think the world is as kind as I think it is, it's just its inhabitants we have to be careful of."
"The world can burn to hell for all I care now." Reborn said, turning the car on and leaving his carport. Out of instinct, he rested his hand where their leg should've been, but all his hand made contact with was first the air then the leather material of his passenger seat.
His hand curled into a fist, the grip on his wheel tightened, and Reborn gritted his teeth.
"Good morning, _-san and Reborn." Fon greeted them,bowing slightly.
Reborn watched with a little smile as the love of his life chided Fon for what seemed like the hundredth time,
"Fon, how many times do I have to tell you? You don't have to bow to me and stop adding '-san' to my name." They huffed, which Reborn found adorable, "We've known each other for how long now?"
"I know, but it's only befitting for such a lovely person as yourself." Fon complimented.
"Oh, hush! Only Reborn can say things like that." They replied, placing a hand on Reborn's arm and smiling up at him, "Right, Reborn?"
"Lackey." Skull heard from behind him. The purple-haired assassin turned to the voice behind him.
"Oh, hey Reborn." Skull greeted.
"Remove the couch from inside my office." Was all Reborn said before turning away.
Skull scratched his head, wondering why in the seven hells would he want to do that.
"Ne, Fon?" Skull called for the Chinese man on the way to Reborn's office.
"Hello, Skull." Fon smiled.
"Reborn asked me to remove the couch from his office, but isn't that-"
"Yes, it was their couch…" Fon cut him off, his words escaping him before he could think of it.
"I thought those two were still together?"
Fon shook his head sadly, "No, they're not anymore."
"Ne, Reborn." The said hitman looked up from his paperwork to his lover sprawled out on the couch to the right of his desk, "Do you think we can go somewhere tomorrow?"
"Of course, love. Where do you want to go?" He asked, putting his papers down, his mind already thinking of places to take them to.
A broad grin graced their face and Reborn loved the way the sunlight caught the golden flecks in their eyes, "Anywhere! The world is an adventure as long as I'm by your side."
"Wherever you want." Reborn promised.
Onyx eyes stared at the now empty couch in his office, "Wherever you go, I'll follow you." He whispered without thinking.
The depression on his couch left by his lover's body only made him ache for them even more.
He stared at his left hand, a space near the base of one of his fingers was lighter than the rest of his hand, a reminder he knew would disappear over the course of years, but something he never wanted to leave.
His heart ached for his lover. He knew that would never leave. Oh Kami-sama, how it aches even more every day.
'I've been through all the circles of hells and back, but this is far by the worst torture to endure.' He thought, reclining against his chair.
The door to his office opened, and Reborn placed his fedora on top of his face.
"Reborn, I-"
"Just take it out, lackey." He cut Skull off, a hint of his voice laced with irritation. Laced with irritation to mask the sadness that was beginning to rise in the back of his throat.
He didn't want Skull to remove the couch.
He wanted everything to be left as it was when his lover was there.
He doesn't want to forget about them.
"Only if you didn't fall into those blasted arms." Was all Skull heard when he was removing the couch from his friend's office.
An eyebrow rose, 'They left Reborn?'
A million questions raced through Skull's mind, but he left without a word uttered towards Reborn.
Reborn could've and would've killed anyone that threatened to separate him from his lover. He'll be damned back to Hell before he lets anyone take his lover from his grasp, willingly or unwillingly.
Reborn felt like Fate was playing with him, laughing in his face when his worst enemy claimed his lover for their own.
Oh, if only.
If only he had more power, Reborn knew he could've kept his lover from falling into another's arms.
If only.
If only they didn't fall into the arms of Death.