Reborn

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I do not own "Kurishitsuju" also known as "Black Butler", it belongs to its original creator Yana Toboso. Nor do I own "Katekyo Hitman Reborn", that belongs to it's original creator Akira Amano. This is only a fanfiction that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release. Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited. I get much of the text, especially the fight scenes and thought, aside from my oc's, from the original novel, which can be found on Library Novel. Still, support the official release.

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Warnings: Feelings of regret and loss, mentions of death

Today's Special

"Mentors can reflect where you want to go,

They can create access for you,

And give you guidance as you plan your own personal development."

~ Ranu Gupta

I sighed as I drank my coffee. It's already been 14 years since I was reborn as a baby.

Yet not a single day goes by that I don't feel;

The pain. It hurts to think about them. But not a day goes by that my mind doesn't wander to my children and my wife.

The loss. I watched from my window as our children made it to safety, but at the same time, I also held Rachel in my arms. I held her one last time, well the smoke filled her lungs, and her system collapsed.

The regret. If only I had reacted to the threat sonner. Then maybe, just maybe all of them could have still continued to live happily.

I was snapped about of my thoughts as my mother entered the room. "Vince-kun. It looks like they are finally making their move." Nana said smiling, as she casually checked on her rice that had been cooking.

"Oh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. It had been 3 years since I told my mother the truth, and it was a great decision. After I told her about who I really was, and my past, it was decided that we would change my name, and take steps to make sure if they would ever come for me to be a mafia boss, I would be ready. "Who are they sending? A trainer perhaps?" It was only to be expected. Considering all the ninth's sons have met, well, let's just call them an 'unfortunate accident', and his only living son is adopted. Their only last choice would be me.

"Well not exactly." Nana answered, turning off the stove. "He's apparently a home tutor." The brown haired then turned around to face her son, "What do you plan to do?" She asked, her voice gaining an edge as sharp as a knife.

"We may as well tell them the truth. If not, they will find out eventually. Of course, I mean that we'll only tell them all we know about the mafia world. If the need ever arises that we need to tell them about my past, then we will. Though I hope the need doesn't arise." Just as I said this, the doorbell rang. Signaling that someone was at the door. "I suppose that's him. Mother. Do you mind calling the school and telling them I'll be late."

"Of course Vince-kun." The women chirped, all happy go lucky again. As Nana made her way out of the kitchen to answer the door, I climbed up the stairs to my room. I sat down on my desk chair as I waited for my new tutor to come up the stairs.

The door opened and I gazed at the open door, where no one was standing. "Down here." A high pitch voice rang out into the room. I looked down as the voice had asked, to find a baby, dressed in a tux, with a matching hat. The infant had a curly sideburn on each side of his big head. In fact, the only baby-like things about him, aside from his appearance, would be the bright yellow pacifier around his neck.

"You're an arcobaleno." I stated, more than asked.

This caused the baby's eyes to widen for a second, before he quickly hid it. He is good. If it was someone else, they may have not noticed, but I clearly did. "How much do you know?" he asked, testing the waters.

"Enough to survive in your world." I smirked, I don't just attend to survive in your world. Now that most of my competition is out of the way, I may as well just rule it.

The baby returned my smirk, "My name is Reborn. I am the greatest hitman in the world. And you are nothing like that useless CEDED boss described. If you keep acting like this, this just may end up being a funer job that I was originally predicting. Because if you're this good, it means we can just skip the intro course and head straight into the fun stuff."

"I was hoping for you to say that."

"Oh, you were expecting me?"

"Well, considering the fact that all of the ninth sons have met their demise, this was pretty much the only choice the Vongola could possibly have." I answered, my voice getting a little suggestive at the word 'demise'.

The infant's eyes narrowed as he jumped onto my desk, the chameleon on his hat, turning into a gun. "Do you know anything about how they died? Or were you the one behind it?"

I chuckled at his accusations, "No. But I do know who did it. But that's a story for a different time. Plus, I couldn't have possibly done it. I may know about the mafia world, but I really don't have any connections currently in the underworld."

"I'm assuming the key world in your sentence would be 'currently'?" The baby stated, more than asked.

"Anyway, I do have to ask, what are you holding in your hand?" I asked, my gaze going to a bullet he was loading into his green gun. But it wasn't like a usual bullet. It's shell was red, and it had a flame, with angry, narrowed, eyes on it.

The baby smirked. "I usually tend to shoot this at my students before answering, but most of my students have been slow. Since you're the first to ask. I'll answer." Reborn took another copy of the same built out and handed it to me. It was light, I noticed. But what was even odder, was that the bullet had no shell. I guess I shouldn't be too shocked. The underworld scientists were smart, so it shouldn't be too shocking that they were able to create a bullet without a shell. They probably created this so there wouldn't be any evidence of a bullet shot at a crime scene.

Reborn gave him a moment to progress the built before he continued, "So Tsun-"

"My name is Vincent." I cut Reborn off, something very few people got to do, and even fewer got to get away with.

"I suppose that was a mistake on my part. Your files that I received from Vongola said that your name was Tsuna, but when I looked at your official files, it said that on your tenth birthday, you had your name changed to Vincent Phantomhive Sawada. Odd, but not the oddest thing that people have done."

Reborn nodded, but he then turned to the clock hanging on the wall above the room's door. "But I should probably tell you on your way to school." Reborn said, jumping off the desk and to the door.

I nodded, "I did tell Mama to call school and tell them I'd be a little late. But I should probably get going right about now."

As the two began walking out of the house, and onto the street, Reborn jumped onto my shoulder, so it would be easier for him to talk to me. "Well then, let's get back to the explanation, because you truly should know this if you're gonna become Vongola Decimo." Reborn pulled the bullet I had given back to him out of his pocket once again, and began throwing it into the air, and catching it.

"This right here is called the Dying Will Bullet. This bullet is a special weapon created by the Vongola Family. But my bullets are special, because they aren't made the same way as the rest. Mine are created by burying prime bullets in Leon's body for three days," I nodded. Seems simple enough. Maybe when we have time, I can ask him about the scientific details about how they are created. "Once a person is shot, they die. But if they feel any regrets when they are shot, they will be resurrected with a flame on their forehead, called a Dying Will Flame."

This seemed way too good to be true. "Are there any negative side effects?" I asked.

"Not many." Reborn smirked. He loaded his gun. At that moment I realized, he intends to shoot me with it. And the words he spoke next, only confirmed my suspicions. "But the best way to truly realize how this bullet works. Is to experience it yourself."

The only thing Reborn wasn't expecting was for years of being the Queen's Watchdog, I've learned how to dodge bullets in practically my sleep. Reborns eyes widened in shock, as I only moved my head slightly to the left. "Reborn. Do me a favour, and don't shoot me with that bullet, unless I ask you to. Or unless I absolutely need it." Because if he shoots me with it, and I am not experiencing any other regret other than the loss of my family. Things could get bage.

"Oh? And why is that?" He asks, curious.

"Because if what you're saying is true. I'd be relying purely on instinct, until this Dying Will Flame runs out. Which may not be such a bad thing. But if I keep doing that, I may get rusty when it comes to fighting on my own. Another thing is, what will I do if you're not around, and I have to fight someone."

"Smart. Considering the fact your mother had put you in fighting classes since you were 5 means that she also knows about the Vongola." Reborn concluded from what he had read on files.

I nodded. Till something hit me. "Reborn." I asked, suddenly stopping in my tracks. "If the bullet pulls this Dying Will Flame out from you. Is it possible to do this on your own?" I asked.

Reborn smirked. "It is possible. But you will most likely need a weapon to channel that flame. You will also have to study about flames. Another thing would be meditation, so you may become in touch with your flames." I nodded. That seems fair enough. "Why don't you go to classes for now. Well you do this, I'll need to make some phone calls. After school, meet me out here, by the gates. I can fire the bullet at someone and let you see what happens to them." I nodded, it seemed fair enough.

I stopped and held my hand out to Reborn, "It seems like we're going to be together for quite some time. I look forward to working with you."

Reborn smirks and returns the gesture, "Believe me when I say that, I am looking forward to working with you as well."