Mia Tempesta
Summary: Reborn never liked being a (secondary) Sky, but he can't deny his nature forever, so one day he starts collecting his Elements. Except now there was a tiny Storm that packs quite a punch that he doesn't know what to do with. Denial leads to trouble, trouble leads to possessiveness, possessiveness leads to ... something else much more tender. Throw in Checkerface and the Arcobaleno Sky into the mix and things get quite complicated.
Kyoya was five when he finally becomes Flame Active with a strong, pure Cloud and an almost equally strong secondary Mist. Skull, Viper and Lal were immensely smug because Kyoya shared Flame Types with them while Fon just cooed over how wide-eyed with wonder the little boy was whenever he made the Flames appear at his fingertips and Verde monitored their development because you can never know how Cloud Flames can turn out and this would be the first time he has a willing test subject. Reborn threatened to eviscerate him if he tries any experiments on the child beyond observation while Colonello pouted that he won't be having much of a hand in training the kid.
Fon and Reborn had already started teaching Kyoya some basic self defense methods since he was four and a half years old, though most of those had not involved fighting until his fifth birthday. Reborn left it to Fon to teach the kid martial arts, because there was no one better, while he focused more on teaching him awareness, tactical thinking, observational skills, hiding techniques and ambush methods and, of course, target practice. Kyoya knew how to shoot from ten different types of firearms before he turned six and the hitman and the two soldiers kept teaching him about more and more weapons as he grew up. They all wanted Kyoya to be able to defend himself.
They left Flame training for last, because the kid needed stamina and control over his mind and body before they throw in a force not even Verde can yet fully comprehend despite his many years of research on Flames and the long history of humans using them.
That didn't mean Viper didn't teach Kyoya how to avoid or break out of illusions or that Skull hadn't started teaching Kyoya how to sharpen his reflexes and how to drive various things. He found some miniature cars and motorcycles somewhere and taught Kyoya on those while supervising him with sharp, keen eyes. His life as a Carcassa commander had changed him into a true mafioso instead of the civilian stuntman who just so happened to have some incredibly Cloud Flames. He also gave Kyoya an outsider's view and explained some things that seem only natural and logical to the rest of them given they were born mafia or had joined it relatively early on that the rules of the underworld were second nature to them.
Kyoya learned fast, got stronger faster and grew seemingly in the blink of an eye from an adorable baby to an adorable five year old and into a still adorable but very dangerous, very deadly ten year old, which is when they all pretty much decided he was ready to leave the nest.
Or rather, Fon decided it was time for him to avenge the Hibari Clan and take down the current leadership of the Triads, as well as everyone who had been even in the smallest capacity involved in the death of his sister and fellow clansmen, and Reborn just so happened to be summoned by Cavallone Nono regarding an old deal he had made with the man. Viper also got an interesting summons. From the Varia, to be exact, Vogola's own independent assassination squad.
It was time to let Kyoya fly on his own and everyone was a bit nervous about it.
Except Kyoya himself, of course.
Everyone was freaking out because they were all very attached to the little skylark but he was perfectly fine with this new development. Kyoya had grown up to be strong, smart and independent in what seems like no time at all. He knew how to defend and take care of himself. Verde and Reborn had taken care of his education with the occasional input from Viper so Kyoya was home-schooled up until he was supposed to enroll into middle school. His name was rather feared on the streets and that was only going to grow because Kyoya will be left alone to hold the fort, so to say, in Namimori. The kid already had a group of devoted followers - former delinquents whose loyalty he had earned by beating them up; weird world they were living in - since he was nine and had taken over Namimori Middle School as a base of operations so there was really no good reason to worry about him so much.
No one in the underworld even knew the Arcobaleno had any connection to the boy! So there was no chance of one of their enemies going after him to get to one of the strongest seven.
Not to mention that the boy was far from harmless or helpless. Quite the opposite. The young Hibari knew forty of Fon's deadliest martial arts styles, even if he preferred his own style that he'd made for his unique tonfa - made by Verde, according to Kyoya's requests. He knew to handle just about any firearms under the sun thanks to Lal, Colonello and Reborn, knew to drive any vehicle that Skull did - and even one he didn't, because Skull had never flown a fighter jet while one of Kyoya's followers comes from an air force family so Kyoya had access to the regular military as well as COMSUBIN - and was perfectly able to escape most of Viper's strongest illusions. Not to mention Verde had taught him hundreds of different chemicals and other more scientific ways to kill people. Hell, Verde even taught Kyoya how to give people cancer, something Skull never figured out to do without visibly disfiguring the person and giving the 'silent killer' away. Kyoya had the whole town under his thumb but they all feared that their absence from his side might make people gutsy enough to try and overthrow the Hibari heir.
Especially since even Verde will be gone for most of the year, a development that happened when two other top scientists invited him to a particularly interesting and challenging project that the Gesso famiglia was willing to fund until they reached a breakthrough. Since no one was staying in Namimori save their agreed three-monthly meetings, Kyoya would have Namimori all to himself with only his little followers as backup. Even Reborn worried for the kid, especially since he'd started calling Kyoya 'his son'.
Yes, Kyoya had indeed never let up on the 'chichi' and 'babbo' shtick despite being old and smart enough - not to mention outright informed - that Reborn and Fon can't be his biological parents. He remained as stubborn as he was as a kid. It used to be adorable, now it was half cute, half annoying and a small bit admirable.
'Mio Dio, I miss him already,' Reborn mused to himself as he casually sauntered over to where his first ever ... student was sulking about his father's imminent death and his own unavoidable accession to the throne of Cavallone as the Decimo. Dino Cavallone had grown up a lot in the past ten years, since the last time Reborn saw him, on the day he had sealed both their fates by making this deal. He was a so-so student at the prestigious mafia high school here in Italy, but he was clumsy and meek and a pacifist so the other young up and coming mafioso were often bullying him. He had a strange on again off again friend in Superbi Squalo, the current Second in Command of the Varia and acting leader because the actual leader, Xanxus, was frozen in something called the 'Cradle Incident'. Reborn knew all of this thanks to Viper, who had months ago infiltrated the Varia as the new Mist Officer that goes by the name Mammon.
'Mammon' had openly admitted to having once been an Arcobaleno but also made up a bullshit story as to why they 'ditched' the group. Kudos for creativity but Reborn had been openly exasperated upon hearing the reasons his greedy Mist had given.
At least they now had an inside ... person in both of Vongola's branching organizations that helped actually run the family with Lal in CEDEF and Viper in the Varia.
Reborn could take over the biggest, strongest, most influential mafia family in the world on a whim if he gets bored because they were all idiots for giving two shamelessly-Arcobaleno access to so much sensitive information and such high ranking positions. Lal was practically second only to Bakamitsu and Viper often had more say than any other Varia officer in their operations because they had the most experience and information, not to mention their contacts and reputation.
Really, everyone in Vongola were idiots.
The Sun/Sky sighed as he looked down at his new idiot responsibility and walked over so he was looming over the kid, letting his shadow block out the Sun. (Oh, the irony.) Amber eyes blinked up at him, something like fear, worry and shock colored heavily with confusion flitting over the teen's face. Reborn felt his usual chaos-inducing smirk spread over his lips at that absolutely delightful reaction. Maybe this will be fun? Who knows. "Chaos," he said in greeting and the kid scrambled to sit up and crab-crawl away from him a bit. "I am," he paused for less than a second as his smirk got even more chaotic as the proper title came to mind. "Your home tutor hitman, Reborn. I'm here to make you a mafia boss."
The blond gaped at him. Whether it was because of who he was or what he had just declared, it was a bit difficult to tell but his reaction was amusing nonetheless. "But I don't want to be a mafia boss!"
Well, that was a bit troublesome but also not Reborn's problem. "Don't speak nonsense. You think I care? I am doing this to return a favor to your father from ten years ago. My job is to make you a capable, respectable Don. Now stop wasting time and get up. I need to do an evaluation to see just how much work I have to do."
"No," Dino said defiantly.
Reborn promptly backhanded him into the wall of his very own childhood home. It's relatively a secret, but Reborn does have a bit of a temper. No snot nosed brat was going to defy him - at least not just for the sake of it; if Dino had had a reasonable, sound explanation for his refusal (beyond not wanting to be the boss) Reborn would have encouraged the balls it took to defy the world's greatest hitman - with such disrespect and get away with it.
Well, unless that snot nosed brat is Kyoya, but Kyoya was not only respectful, he also wasn't snot nosed or a brat.
(Reborn may or may not be a doting parent but he is nothing compared to Fon, who actively thought Kyoya was adorable when he took down a whole yakuza group with nothing but blunt force and sheer strength alone.)
"Lesson number one, learn how to properly speak and show respect to your betters. If you have too big a mouth, one day you will have a loaded gun shoved into it. And not in the fun way, either."
"You just hit me!?" The incredulous blonde exclaimed, staring at him wide eyed.
"So?"
"And why should I show you respect?!" Dino continued, holding onto his - with a possibly broken cheekbone - smarting cheek with both hands, tears clinging to his eyelashes. Reborn, for just one second, thought he might have gone too far but then Dino opened his mouth again and Reborn kicked him through the mansion's wall. "I'm the supposed future mafia boss and you're just some random freelance hitman! Not to mention that I am a Sky! You can't attack a Sky! It's blasphemy!"
Now, Reborn wasn't pissed off by the 'random freelance hitman' comment, because that was easy to deal with. He'd just beat some respect into the boy. What had him possibly breaking every rib in the boy's torso was the typical Sky famiglia mentality that he's been managing to avoid these past ten years to the point he had been able to completely disregard any thoughts relating to the matter. It had helped him become a bit more accepting of his own secondary Flames and he had even started using them at random, much to the relief and delight of his Guardians. He had gotten so used to not hearing that sort of shit that it had taken him quite by surprise to hear Dino say that. To make it sound as though Reborn had less worth just because he was a Sun (with his secondary Sky still firmly a secret).
He remembered, suddenly, why it was Reborn that Cavallone Nono had all but begged to teach and train his son.
He didn't want Dino to be like the Skies Reborn hated.
"Young Master Dino!?" A shocked, horrified Romario exclaimed when he ran into the room to find the teen firmly planted into the cracked opposite wall, nearly unconscious from the impact. "What happened!?" The worried right hand man asked, desperately trying to understand the situation.
"It would seem that I have quite a lot of work to do with you, young Cavallone Decimo," Reborn said ominously as he casually walked right through the debris he himself had caused. The right hand man flinched away from his approach before firming himself at his future boss' side in an attempt to, what? Protect him? Reborn wouldn't know. He can't remember the last time someone had protected him. Even that time Luce and Kawahira kidnapped Fon, Reborn had been protecting himself. His Guardians knew better than to assume he needed their protection. Assistance, occasionally, yes, and definitely their company - more of a want, really, but whatever - but never protection. It was a foreign concept to him. He might have to look into it. Skies usually relied heavily on their Guardians or family for strength and protection. How weak.
Reborn completely ignored and disregarded Romario, instead moving faster than the untrained eye can see so he was past the man and had the teenager by the throat. Dino choked on his own fear while Romario looked like he didn't know what to do. Reaching for his gun had him held at gunpoint by Reborn without the hitman even looking away from his new student.
"The next time you spout such bullshit at me or I ever hear you say or support that ideology, I'll gladly make sure you can never become a mafia boss. Are we clear?" Maybe he can scare that idiocy right out of the gullible little fool.
Dino nodded hastily and Reborn let him go with a friendly smile. "Good." Huh, who would have thought? It actually worked. He'll reinforce it a few more times, just to make sure. There were more than enough Dons who believed themselves to be the best thing since espresso just because their 'soul fire' burned orange. "Now, something we will obviously need to work on is lesson number two. You need to learn how to duck and dodge if you want to survive at all, let alone inherit the family. Now, I will give you a chance to recover," he said generously as he indicated Dino's half-broken state that Reborn himself was the secondary cause off - the primary being, naturally, the Sky bullshit he'd spouted that set the hitman off in the first place - casually. "And I will properly evaluate you in the morning. Now if you excuse me, I have to pay a visit to the boss to let him know I'm here."
"He knows," Romario half deadpans - only half, because he has good self-preservation instincts and a healthy combination of fear and respect for the fedora wearing man - but Reborn waves him off.
He needs to curse the fuck out of the man for letting his son get in with a bad crowd that taught him that bullshit, anyway.
And if it turns out that's some nonsense they are taught at school, well ...
Reborn does love causing chaos and committing mass murder.
Everyone wins, yay!
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By the time noon rolls by the next day, Reborn is staring incredulously down at the beaten, breathless, once again half broken future Cavallone Decimo as though he was some strange creature he can not comprehend.
"Are you by any chance defective, Dame-Dino?"
"Wha' are ... ya talkin' ... 'bout?" The young Cavallone asked as he struggled to get some air into his lungs. Honestly, to Reborn, he looked like a dying fish. "I know 'm ... clumsy ... but dat's a bit mean ... don't ya think?"
"Then why can't you get up and continue?" The hitman asked, honestly perplexed. "I've only made you do a hundred push-ups and run five laps around the property." Which rivaled the Hibari Compound in size, mind you, so it was only about 4 ha, so it wasn't that much.
"But that's crazy! In the most respectable way possible," Dino quickly added on, obviously not wanting to be kicked while he was down on top of the torture he'd just gone through.
"But you're seventeen, right?"
"Yeah," the younger male answered hesitantly, not seeing where Reborn might be going with this. "Most regular seventeen year olds would break if they had to do this. Mind you, I think I lasted good enough, don't you think?"
Reborn only frowned down at him. "I've known Fon since he was seventeen. This was half of his morning stretches at the time. Hell, my ten year old son could endure this without complaint, so obviously the problem is in you."
"They can't be normal people," Dino said decisively, obviously not able to comprehend such a feat being possible. "Not even Squalo would be able to go through that and he's Varia Quality. Do you have any idea what kind of physical readiness and strength someone has to be to be declared Varia Quality?"
Reborn shrugged but didn't point out that Shamal, who was not all that much of a close combat fighter and wasn't nearly as strong as Reborn, had been declared Varia Quality when Reborn hadn't and Reborn was the world's greatest, strongest hitman with the highest kill count and ranked as the most powerful Flame user on the planet. The reason why Shamal was invited and Reborn - or any of the other Arcobaleno, for that matter - wasn't was because the Varia knew he was stronger than them and that they wouldn't be able to control him. The Arcobaleno as a whole had made that painfully clear over the years. 'Mammon' was welcomed because they thought they could keep them on a leash as long as they gave them money. And had Viper been a free Mist, that might have even worked, too, but Viper's first loyalty, despite their love of money, was to Reborn, Lal, Colonello, Verde, Skull and Fon and, as of the last ten years, Hibari Kyoya, too, even if he wasn't bonded to them.
Really, what the Varia called 'Quality' was as much talent, skill and reputation as it was the ability to control their assets. If they can't control them, they're a threat and they are taken out. A few Varia officers in the past have actually tried to kill Reborn, only to find out that he did not enjoy being disturbed while he was getting his caffeine fix.
So he just shrugged to Dino's little rant about how strong Superbi Squalo had to be to make it into the Varia. "Not really but I bet I was stronger when I was seventeen. You don't want to know what I was up to at that age. Seriously, though, are you really this weak?"
Because if that was the case, Reborn has to go about this in a whole different way than how he had gone about training Kyoya as he grew up.
Deathperation Bullets method it is. It would be the quickest and most amusing way to deal with this because Reborn was already homesick and wanted his Guardians, his lover and his son back at his side.
Dino shivered in fear and dread as Reborn had Leon turn into a gun with a special, new glint in his eyes that promised chaos.
This was not going to end well for him, he just knew it, but it will definitely amuse his new 'tutor'.
The world's greatest hitman just smirked as he aimed his gun and fired a head-shot.
Dino fell back, limp and seemingly dead before strong Sky Flames roared to life on his forehead and he jumped right out of his clothes yelling "Re-BORN!"
Reborn himself just watched him run off to correct whatever regrets he had with smug amusement.
And so he became the fearsome, spartan home tutor Reborn.
