Hi! So, I just wanted to share a super old thing I had. I made this when I was around 13-14, aka a long time ago, and I found it randomly in my archives folder. I don't know if I should clean it up and edit it so I can continue. This doesn't reflect on what I can write now at all. xDD. If I do clean it up and edit it so it can be a multi chapter thing, I may need help since even though my writing has gotten better, I have a lot of trouble putting my thoughts down for a story. Either way, I'm willing to even give the fanfic/fanfic idea to someone else. :')
Originally, this was gonna be a multi-chapter, Dark!Reborn/Yangire!Reborn who goes off to train Tsuna, only to very quickly find out that Tsuna isn't all that he shows himself to be either. It was gonna be a R27 Big brother-Little brother dynamic because I never see enough of those. There wasn't gonna be any romantic shipping unless people wanted.
And if you wanna talk about KHR and/or talk to me about the fanfic, talk to me on discord or pm me here!
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Darkness… Voices… It was cold, frigid even, with a scent like no other. No sense of direction, just feeding. No choice, no confirmation, but no declines either. That was until one voice, one soft voice broke through the mold. It was first an almost animalistic chirp, then a grunt, then a variety of noises that didn't sound all too human, until a scream broke out
A long cylinder-like shape shot out from the void, growing inside before bursting out of its shape in an inky explosion. It took a long while, a very long time for it to try again, the shape growing into a hand-like figure, then slamming onto the void, dripping as another limb slowly arose, slamming down just like its brother. The arms straightened as a third item started rising from the inky debts, falling occasionally back inside before trying again, and again, until a small white tuff was seen. The tuff was spikey, but the weird thing was the two curls that bounced with the movement of the creature. The creature fell, no legs to support itself, and no real bone strength to help either. It lifted its head and let out a shriek. It screamed till the darkness pulled them back in by its white tuff of hair.
A long period flew by, with the creature accumulating as much energy as it possibly could before it, all too suddenly, ripped itself from the void and quickly crawled its way out from the inky black mass, new legs slowly yet surely forming. It could hear the void's wails from losing a child to the sky for the first time, but, the creature cared not for that. The thing roamed, stopping when the light got too bright and moving when it was cooler and dark, picking up on a new language, a new word, a new phrase. Its first thought could be categorized as one word.
Starving.
It starved for something, anything, and it was going to get what it wanted- no, needed. It searched everywhere, growing weaker from each passage of time before it was blocked by a figure, a male, asleep in an unknown area. The… the thing didn't hesitate to climb upon the male, curling up against the back of his neck before doing what it knew best, and that was to take away something. This… 'something' was yet to be named, but the primal urge to steal it rocked through its mind. The sounds of screams echoed through its head as it kept taking and taking, leaving nothing behind. That night, its eyes opened, then darkened.
Days later, the rotted body of an adult male with no identity was found to have died from exhaustion. For many months, this was an issue but never solved with deep investigations. Just PSA's and the like about knowing when to take a break. The many months that did pass, however, the being grew stronger, able to keep a humanoid figure up for a few hours at a time.
It founded out, that the 'thing' it's been taking away is called, 'energy'. A pretty word.
Their first permanent host was a lady named, oddly enough, 'Luce'. She was an odd one. She taught it everything it knew, She helped it develop morals, empathy, apathy, choice and reasonings, languages, and creatures, like a mother to a child. She knew things she should and shouldn't have known, and She taught it things it should and shouldn't have known.
"We're similar, you and I," It remembered her saying, "Our fates are tied, yes?"
She was pregnant when it was given an item. Some sort of pacifier, a yellow pacifier that glowed bright on occasion. It was a curious item, and it remembered seeing Luce having an orange one.
During their years spent together, the creature was given a title. 'Rento Sinclair', a 'human' name so suspicion wouldn't arise. Rento had a title, Rento soon had a purpose, and that was to protect Luce, it's host, at all costs. She trained it, showed it how to be useful. Due to it's inhuman capabilities, Rento was able to very quickly rise up the ranks In 'The Underworld', as she called it. He learned that the more he fed, the more he blended in. His white hair turned pitch black, his skin turned a slight tanned color. His eyes never changed, constantly flickering to either bright red, yellow, or pitch black.
He was given a fedora one day, "It's the anniversary of us meeting, Rento!" Luce said with a smile, her hat bouncing slightly. "I hope you like it,"
He looked at the fedora, then put it on with a slight smirk on his face. The hat sealed his outfit, giving him the mobster look, his signature outfit.
The Number One Hitman in the world had a nice ring to it, don't you think?
The first time he went hungry was later down the line, years after he gained his title. It was during a 'search and destroy' mission. The symptoms of hunger and starvation are vastly different from Human to Parasite. There are similarities, like growing weaker, but that was about the end of all things similar to the situation. One would call it growing sicker, Rento would call it hell. His body became smaller and more pliable. His skin becomes rubbery, dripping with something as dark as a sky without stars. The liquid never stained, and never stayed on the ground below.
He becomes desperate, snapping at anyone he sees fit, latching onto whoever grew too near. Everything that makes him humane is removed from his mind, and a make-or-break mentality comes into play.
If he doesn't feed, if he doesn't get the sustenance he needs, he'll be dragged back into the darkness where he'll have to start all over again, from the top right back to the bottom.
No one wants that, right?
That mission ended with a massacre, and a certain clam-family finally noticing how dangerous this Hitman was.
'Reborn angel of death' was something people called him after that, someone who gave no mercy. It was later shortened to 'Reborn', and he loved the ring to it.
It took years for the Parasite to erase dependacy from his body, to train himself to last longer, up until it took a week or two for him to feel peckish. The Vongla was a clingy bunch, calling him for every difficult mission they had, which paid the bills. He wouldn't complain too much, after all, mortals were weak. Especially that blonde idiot, 'Lemitsu', or 'Baka-mitsu' for short.
Typically, he never really cared for the blonde's existence until he started ranting off about his 'cute tuna-fishy'. In all honesty, Reborn never thought he'd lose this many braincells and receed so far back from his evolutionary steps. Who was stupid enough to tell the whole world about a possible heir to a bloody mafia family's throne? Baka-Mitsu, apparently! It went to the point where he even contacted Nono, the Ninth boss of a long generation of family members to the Vongla, about the situation. Both Lemitsu and Reborn didn't exactly...
Take kindly to each other.
That hate only grew when Reborn was given a mission to train Lemitsu's son to become the Tenth Vongla boss after news of an assassination attempt reached the ears of Nono. It was about damned time, and boy did Reborn leave for Namimori with a smirk on his face.
He couldn't wait. Nothing can possibly go wrong.
