Tsuna isn't sure what to do. All he wants to do is ask Yamamoto-san what his relationship with his mother is. But it's not something he can just ask, or he just doesn't know how to ask.
He can't help but feel an ache in his heart, because he had hoped that maybe if he followed the colored string, maybe, just maybe he would find his dad on the other end. Except that isn't what happened instead what he had gotten was more questions that will continue to go unanswered.
He really should have known better. His father had not been around for years, only sending idiotic postcards to let his mother know that yes, he was still alive and healthy, and every few years he would give them a call, but not remain on the phone for longer than a few minutes.
Tsuna lets his eyes slide closed, before burying his face in the plush pillow. He ignores the shuffling outside in the hall that signals his mother getting ready for bed. There's a pause just outside his door that has Tsuna's eyes sliding open slightly, his attention going to the door.
It's quiet for a brief moment before the sound of footsteps continue past his bedroom door. His attention remains on the door, the familiar feeling of disappointment filling him.
Tsuna is halfway through his second year of middle school when he meets Hibari Kyoya for the first time. Oh he had heard of him, heard so many things about the older male. Just never anything good.
He's a monster!
Demon.
His name was usually spoken in a low whisper, and always respectfully and fearfully. The speaker always looking over their shoulder as if expecting the prefect to just appear out of thin air to strike them down for crowding, or some other ridiculous reason.
Tsuna honestly hoped he would never meet him. Because if Hibari Kyoya was someone everyone feared, who purposely struck fear into people, then he must be a terrible person. The 'peace keeper' must have some ugly colors surrounding him right? Tsuna had enough of dark and murky colors thank you very much.
It's not like he had gone looking for him or anything. No really, he did not go looking for him.
Tsuna's day had gone just as it always had, wake up (Maybe on time maybe late, most likely late because if he just barely made it on time then he didn't have to deal with any bullies that were eagerly awaiting his arrival.), get dressed, go downstairs and collect his lunch (Because even if his mother couldn't stand to look at him, she still woke up and made him lunch for the day, disappearing back into her room before Tsuna came down. Tsuna could never help the feeling of joy that filled when he saw the wrapped bento, because his mother still cared enough to prepare a lunch for him. She hadn't completely forgotten him.), and rush out the door.
He got to class just before the late bell rang, because he had no intention of ever meeting the disciplinary committee chairman. It had been no different than before, he took his seat, got a few nasty insults thrown at him, because he was the 'lucky' one that once again got to sit next to Yamamoto Takeshi. Tsuna personally thought he was pretty unlucky in that aspect to be honest. He went about his day same as always and when the bell signaling the end of the day rang throughout the school well Tsuna was the first one up and out of the class.
Because he needed to get home before any of the bullies decided it was a good day to harass Tsuna.
The thing was he had almost made it.
He was halfway home, when he was harshly yanked back by his shirt collar. He let out a cry of pain at the rough treatment, as he landed on the hard ground. Jeering laughter meeting his ears. Trepidation filled him as he turned his head to catch sight of the mixture of red, orange, and purples that surrounded the group, and knew these people were some of his more ruthless tormentors. They smirked down at him, a malicious glint in their eyes. Tsuna quickly shifted until he was standing, the group still managed to tower over him, and Tsuna wonders if he would be able to outrun this particular group.
"Look what we have here guys!" One of them spoke, his grin widening at the prospect of taking his frustrations out on someone, or more particularly Tsuna. "It's no-good Tsuna!" His friends laughed, as they arranged themselves so they surrounded Tsuna, and the smaller teen had no way of escape. Tsuna eyed the group warily, he knew what was coming, there was no doubt about that, not with the colors that surrounded them.
They were angry and frustrated, and Tsuna, Tsuna was the perfect person to take their frustrations out on. He was the perfect victim, who would come help no good Tsuna? All they truly needed was one lookout to keep an eye out for any wandering police officers and they were golden. And if by some strange chance someone did call the police at what was soon to occur, the police officer would not make it in time to help Tsuna, only really show up to handle the aftermath, and who exactly would that help?
"Do you still see colors freak?" the question had Tsuna's attention snapping to one of the males standing just to his right. He was grinning just like any of the others, malicious, and mean, and with the intention to hurt. "I heard from someone I knew that this idiot was always going on about seeing colors that surrounded people!" He explained when the rest of his group turned to him in askance. "He was taken to a therapist because his mother thought he was crazy!" Laughter met those words, and Tsuna flinched back.
How had they known that? The issue with him seeing a therapist had been kept quiet, no one was supposed to know.
Tsuna slowly backed away, maybe if shoved hard enough he would be able to get through the two that stood at his back. Arms wrapped around his torso, lifting him off the ground, and Tsuna let out a terrified sound. He kicks out his legs, and recoils in shock when his foot meets with someone's face. The teenager lets out a surprised cry of pain as he flinches back at the pain, his hands coming up to cover his face, or more specifically to try and stem the flow of blood that is coming from his nose.
Everything stops for just a brief moment as everyone is taken by surprise at Tsuna actually fighting back.
"Don't stop now!" A voice snaps at him, sharp and commanding and so unfamiliar, and Tsuna just listens to it. He raises his arm and shoves his elbow back with as much force as he can manage. The one holding him flinches back, more in surprise than actual pain, but he drops Tsuna. Tsuna doesn't wait, he pushes himself to his feet and runs.
The group follows quickly, but Tsuna is just a bit faster, and he had never been more grateful for all the times Atsuko-san had made him run around the park. He manages to lengthen the distance between him and the angry group following behind him.
It's as he's reaching the bridge that stands over the river that he slows down as something strange catches his attention. There on the ground, twitching madly is a purple thread, his eyes follow it on pure instinct. It leads to a teenager dressed in all black, his coat hanging off his shoulders, resembling a sort of cape, and wrapped around the fluttering sleeve is a red armband.
Tsuna slows to a full stop, the thought that maybe he should get somewhere safe and fast leaves him in the face of this new person. The colors surrounding the teenager are a pale blue, pink and purple like color. It's strange in the sense that he had never seen those colors surrounding a person together. It was oddly pretty.
The teenager turns from where he had been staring out at the flowing water, and his grey eyes immediately zero in on Tsuna. The pink darkens, but it's barely noticeable, if Tsuna had not been paying attention he probably would not have noticed the change at all. The younger male makes no attempt to move and continues to stare at the mixture of colors.
Tsuna misses the narrowing of the stranger's eyes, and the dark haired male's lips part as if to say something, only to snap closed the next moment when loud and angry shouts reach Tsuna and the older male. Tsuna tenses in fright, because he had missed his chance to run away. He had missed his chance to reach his house injury free.
Tsuna glances behind him and he can see the approaching figures of his earlier tormentors. They seem to catch sight of him because their shouts get louder and angrier, and they seem to close in faster on him. Tsuna's heartbeat is pounding loudly in his ears as he takes a step back and away from the quickly approaching group.
It's as they almost reach him that they all just seem to come to an immediate stop, or atleast try to. Their shoes skidding across the ground throwing up dust, and the one that had been leading the group of delinquents stumbles before one throws out an arm to keep him from landing on his face.
It's the strangest thing, Tsuna decides as he takes in the aura of colors surrounding them. The previous colors of orange and red and purple seem to fade away from every single one of them, taken over by a solid color of yellow. The group of delinquents were scared. Their eyes were focused not on Tsuna, but just behind him, and Tsuna turns to see what could possibly have these large teenagers so scared.
Tsuna immediately freezes when he catches sight of the dark red orange color that surrounds the male he had been distracted by. His eyes have narrowed dangerously as he eyes the group before him.
"Crowding in my presence," the dark haired male begins his voice low and dangerous, and Tsuna takes a step away from the male in fear when what seems to be a pair of tonfas drop into his hands. Where had he kept those? Tsuna absently wonders.
The words seem to cause more fear in the group, the yellow darkening. The leader of the group throws their hands out in a pleading gesture, as the rest of his friends look about ready to run like their very lives depended on it, and maybe it did.
"H-Hibari-san!" Tsuna feels his eyes widen in recognition at the name and his attention darts back to the older boy, in wonder. "P-please forgive us, it will not happen again!" the leader begs, as he slowly begins to back away, as if already knowing that there was no chance that Hibari-san would forgive him and his friends, and the slightest twitch from the prefect will result in their retreat.
"I will bite you to death." Hibari finishes as if the larger male had not spoken, or perhaps just didn't care. Tsuna honestly believed it was the latter. The group of friends let out loud squeals of fear as Hibari-san darts forward with no hesitance at all, tonfas immediately meeting flesh as he lands a terrifying blow to the leader's head, sending the male flying backwards and crashing back to the ground hard.
He doesn't check to see if the male will stay down just immediately darting after the three who had made a run for it. They let out horrified screams when they see the violent prefect immediately closing in on them. Tsuna can't help but feel disgust as he watches, because those three had been hoping that Hibari-san would take his time beating their friend so they could get away.
Hibari-san doesn't take long to down the three that had tried to escape. He stands tall among the mess that was once three delinquents, his hands merely flicking his tonfas to rid them of the blood staining the metal. He spins on his heel, turning his back to the mess that he left behind, and his eyes land on Tsuna.
It hits Tsuna like a slap to the face. He should have run when the older male had been distracted by the delinquents. But he hadn't, too entranced by Hibari-san as he took down four people larger than him. He had taken them down and neither one of them had been able to land a single blow on the prefect.
"Loitering is prohibited." Hibari-san says eyeing Tsuna with a look that lets Tsuna know that he needs to leave now, or he will end up just like the four unmoving bodies on the floor.
"I-I'm sorry." He apologizes, shuffling as he takes a step back "I'll leave now."
Hibari watches him coolly, tonfas held loosely at his side. Tsuna is grateful, because that would mean the prefect has no intention of dishing out some sort of punishment on Tsuna right? He doesn't waste anymore time before his legs are moving again, he wants to get out of the area before Hibari decides that he does in fact want to punish Tsuna for loitering. The fear of being 'bitten to death' doesn't stop Tsuna from glancing back at the taller male.
His colors are back to the pale blue and purple they had been before the group of bullies had come along, the pale red the only thing missing. The Prefect meets his eyes and Tsuna has to resist letting out a terrified shriek when his dark eyes narrow at catching Tsuna staring at him.
Tsuna quickens his pace making it over the bridge in record time.
Tsuna doesn't realize it until he's safely tucked away in his bedroom. He catches his own reflection on the glass window, and there are no bruises marring his skin, nothing really, just a small speck of dirt that he quickly wipes away from his face.
He had been cornered by a group fully intent on causing him pain and he had managed to get away with no injuries. Tsuna has a hard time believing it. He lets himself fall back into his bed, eyes focused on the white ceiling above him.
There had been a moment back there where he had been certain he would be making his way home with a new batch of bruises, but it hadn't happened. Because Tsuna had somehow managed hurt one of them. Because Tsuna had caught them by surprise.
Because Tsuna had heard a voice. Inside his head.
Tsuna had heard a voice inside his head. No one else had reacted to the sound of the voice, so Tsuna must have heard it in his head right?
The thought had Tsuna pushing himself up until he was sitting. He was hearing voices now. The strings, and auras weren't enough and so now he was hearing voices in his head. He didn't need this. He didn't want this.
Why was this happening to him?
He took in a shaky breath, his eyes closing in hope that maybe everything would just go away. That everything would go back to the way things were before everything with Hiroshi had happened. When everyone just believed him to just be a little strange, just quiet and shy. To when his mom could look him in the eye, and stay in the same room as him. His hands clenched around the fabric of the blanket covering his bed.
It was useless, because things would never go back to the way they used to be. Tsuna was the weird useless boy no one wanted to be caught hanging around with.
Maybe he was just supposed to be miserable for the rest of his life.
The thought wasn't as saddening as it should have been. He was already miserable, what could possibly be worse than what was he going through now? Tsuna let his hands uncurl from the blankets, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
He was fine.
He would be fine. No amount of voices in his head or any sort of colored things only he could see would change that. He was fine. He ignored the soft clattering noises that reached his ears from downstairs that signified his mother was home.
He was going to be fine.
He had to be.
Tsuna wasn't even a little bit surprised when he was cornered behind the school by a group of upperclassmen. Their faces formed some frightening sneers as they stared at Tsuna. Tsuna kept his eyes solely focused on the leader's face, his eyes never once wavering to the strings tied to their wrists or even the the aura surrounding them.
"We heard you had a run in with Hibari yesterday Sawada?" The leader spoke, his eyes narrowed as he took in the boy's bruised free form. "Of course that ain't possible cause you seem pretty fine to me."
It didn't take long Tsuna to jump to the conclusion that this group of teenagers were friends with the group that had been attacked by Hibari-san the previous day. It wasn't even all that surprising. It was more surprising though to not hear a single insult slip through the older male's mouth as he addressed Tsuna.
"So that leaves the question," The man closed in on Tsuna. Tsuna stumbled back in fright, trying to get space back between him and the larger boy. The man grabbed the front of his shirt, dragging him forward until his face was only inches away from Tsuna's. "Did you snitch out our friends Sawada?"
"N-no!" Tsuna stuttered out, barely managing to keep the scream that was building up in his throat from coming out. His eyes darted away from the older teen's face, attention immediately going to the aura that surrounded the male. The color that surrounded him was a dark red, he had never seen someone look so angry before. "I-I-I didn't tell H-hibari-san a thing!"
"I-He-I didn't even know that was H-hibari-san!" He tried to elaborate, his eyes never once wavering from the aura surrounding the leader. The other three that had come with the leader seemed content to stand back, and for that Tsuna was the tiniest bit relieved.
"Didn't know that was Hibari?" The man let out a bark of laughter, before his eyes narrowed in disbelief. His hand tightened around the fabric of Tsuna's shirt. "I don't like liars."
"I-I'm not lying!" Tsuna exclaimed, his voice wavering. The leader of the group shouts something but Tsuna doesn't hear it. There is a low hum in the back of his head that draws his attention, a soft quiet hum barely loud enough to hear over what was being said by the delinquents, but that was steadily growing louder and louder. And then all Tsuna hears is the soft humming, as if the angry teen is the one who had lowered the volume of his voice.
There's a flash, and then the man's face twists into something resembling pain. Tsuna catches the sight of a fluttering sleeve, before the man's hold on Tsuna loosens and he's tumbling forward toward Tsuna. Tsuna stumbles backwards, crashing into the wall but away from the weight of the larger male. Tsuna's eyes drift away from the limp body on the floor to the only other person standing.
Hibari-san stands there, the colors surrounding him a light shade of red and purple. His arms are at his side, a tonfa in each hand. His attention is focused on Tsuna, eyes narrowed. The three other delinquents that had been with the largest male are downed and unmoving on the floor.
"Classes are over, loitering is prohibited." He says. Tsuna can do nothing but stare at the dark haired male, eyes wide. Hibari shifts, his tonfa coming up to connect painfully with Tsuna's head. He flinches at the pain that shoots through his skull, hands coming up to cover the spot the tonfa had hit.
"I-I'm s-sorry!" he manages to say, staring up at the older male through watery eyes. Hibari's eyes seem to narrow dangerously, and Tsuna gets the hint. He quickly moves to gather his bag from where it had been tossed, and waists no time in leaving the area.
It's not until he's halfway home that he realizes the strange humming he had been hearing is gone. Tsuna stumbles to a stop, hand going to his head.
He turns back in the direction he had come from, and it dawns on Tsuna that it was the second time he had a run in with a group that had every intention to do Tsuna harm, and Tsuna had gotten out of it with no bruises.
Well mostly. He didn't think he could count the now forming bump on his head as anything serious. Iit could have turned out far worse, if the group from the day prior and today were anything to go by.
But both times he had managed to get out of situation mostly unharmed, it was because Hibari-san had stepped in.
Tsuna blinks, as an idea begins to slowly form in his mind. One that just might make his life a little bit easier.
"What the hell is the matter with you Kora?" The voice had him internally sighing in a sort of resigned manner. His eyes shift to the blonde figure that had decided to barge his way into his apartment.
"Damn it Colonnello, don't block the damn doorway!" someone shouts. The voice was quickly followed by a shove that sent the blonde flying to the floor with a startled yelp. A woman walked in, arms crossed and scowl on her face. She paid the blonde on the floor no further attention, walking forward and taking a seat across from him at the table. He refrained himself from sighing, eyes darting to his companion who was smiling at the two newcomers.
"Hello Lal Mirch, Colonnello." Fon greeted kindly. Colonnello pushed himself to his feet, raising a hand in greeting.
"What are you doing here?" Reborn cut in before anyone could say anything else. Lal Mirchs' attention focused on him, her usual scowl lightening some.
"You've been acting weird Kora." Colonnello answers, moving closer to where the other three occupants of the room are seated. He pulls out the last chair and falls into it. His eyes are focused on Reborn. "Well, weirder than usual." the blonde grins. Reborn frowns.
"There's nothing wrong, I'm fine." Reborn states, leaning back in his own chair. The other three share a glance between them, silently communicating something. Reborn Ignores them, his attention going back to the cup of coffee that sits cooling on the table in front of him.
"Cut the crap Reborn." Lal Mirch demands, her eyes narrowed into a glare. The other two sit back, obviously content to let Lal take the lead. "What the hell has been up with you?"
Reborn blinks slowly, eyes darting from face to face. They all seem content to wait Reborn out. He must have been acting out of sorts if Lal and Colonnello had finally decided to step in and try to figure out whatever Reborn was not telling them. But the thing was, should he tell them? There was bound to be some sort of idiotic comment waiting to come out of Colonnello mouth as soon as he learned.
His attention focuses on the blonde and the only female in the small group. The ones who would best be able to help him and keep it quiet while doing so would be this pair. He knew that, they were the only bonded pair that he truly trusted, no matter how annoying half of the pair annoyed him.
"I had this….vision the other day," He relents. Vision, could it even be described as a vision? It had been more of a feeling. There had been fear and helplessness, and Reborn had known it had not been him that had been feeling those things. He had been sitting in his kitchen, when the feelings had just come to be. He had nothing to be scared of, he didn't even remember the last time he felt any genuine fear. "or more like a feeling."
The three around him seemed to sit up straighter at his words. Something flashes in Lal's eyes, something knowing, like she had a feeling she knew what he was saying, but wasn't completely sure.
"Something I hadn't felt in long time." He clarifies when Colonnello face twists in confusion. the blonde opens his mouth to question him, but a nudge from his partner has his mouth snapping shut. Reborn's attention shifts to the window just behind where Fon is seated. The three wait for him to continue but when he says no more Lal Mirch lets out an annoyed noise.
"You're gonna have to be more specific Kora!" Colonnello finally snaps out, his hands coming to slam on table. Lal's eyes narrow in annoyance and she elbows the blonde harshly. She scoffs when the blonde curls into himself in pain.
"He's right Reborn." She says crossing her arms as she stared Reborn down. Reborn returned her stare, unwavering even as Colonnello uncurled himself and started asking questions that went ignored by the dark haired male.
"Reborn," Fon cut in when it was apparent that neither of the two were going to give in any time soon. The sound of the final member of their little group drew both Reborn and Lal Mirch's attention, the man having been content to remain quiet until then. He sat with his back straight, his attention focused solely on Reborn. "Perhaps you should elaborate?" he says it like it's some sort of suggestion and Reborn has every right to agree or refuse. But Reborn knows Fon better, knows it's his way of nicely telling Reborn to do something.
Reborn is severely tempted to tell them all to politely screw off, and leave the issue alone. He's ready to as well, his eyes narrowed and mouth parting to tell them exactly what he wants.
It's sudden and comes out of nowhere, the unbearable feeling of sadness. He feels so alone and he feels his eyes sting and blur as if he's about to just fall apart.
But that can't be right. He hasn't felt any feeling of loneliness since he was a child and walked into his home to find his mother on the floor dead.
There's the sound of of clattering and something heaving hitting the floor. His head snaps up to see Colonnello standing, his chair tipped back on the floor. He's watching Reborn with wide blue eyes, his attention shifts to the other two occupants in the room. Lal Mirch is staring at him, eyes wide in surprise, before they narrow and she glances away, a look of contemplation on her face. Even Fon is watching with slightly wide eyes, Reborn's sudden shift in emotion must have caught him by surprise.
"What the hell Kora!" Colonnello exclaims. "What was that about!?"
"Sit down Colonnello." Lal orders as she kicks at his fallen chair and righting it. The blonde glances at her before falling back into his own seat. Her attention shifts to Reborn, who is currently poking around at his own eyes curiously, he stops when she addresses him though. "Explain."
He can't help the irritated sigh that escapes past his mouth. He can't help it, not with what has been going on around him as of late. So he tells them everything with great reluctance. He tells them of the emotions he has been feeling that he knows aren't his own, of the little flashes of places he's certain he had never visited, of the feeling that he should be out looking for someone but doesn't know who.
They listen to him, quiet and attentive, patiently waiting for him to finish and when he does the blonde in the room opens his mouth and says something Reborn had been expecting from the beginning.
"Heh, Guess even the great Reborn doesn't have all the answers." He grins widely at the thought of knowing something his rival didn't. Reborn eyes immediately narrow into a glare, ready to say something no doubt mean and biting at the blonde.
"There's a chance it's your partner." Lal's voice cuts off any retort though, her voice coming out stern as she casts a warning look at Colonnello. The blonde merely shrugs his shoulders with a grin, but says nothing else. Reborn shifts his attention to the only female in the room. "It's sounds like what happened between Colonnello and myself."
He had a feeling that that would be the answer to everything that had been occurring to him, but he had no way of confirming. He knew of very few bonded pairs and even less that were willing to give him answers about their own bond. In fact the pair before him was the only one who he would even begin to trust with this information.
"How would I go about finding them?" he asks. His question is met with a snort from the only blonde in the room. Reborn's eyes narrow into a glare as he turns to the blonde.
"It's not that hard." Colonnello states, his arm draped across the back of his seat. Lal Lets out a sigh at his words, looking as if she's about to give her partner a terrible scolding. Fon's voice stops her though, his voice stern and not the usual kind and friendly tone he always uses when speaking.
"Not everyone has the privilege of accidentally stumbling across their other half Colonnello." the words have Colonnello snapping his mouth shut with a click. Fon still has the ever present smile on his face, but the warmth that usually accompanies it is missing, his attention focused on the blonde. Lal Mirch eyes narrow into a warning glare as she turns to face Fon. Reborn blinks slowly as he watches what must be a rare sight, someone in their small group of eight gearing up for a fight with Fon.
It's even stranger it being Lal Mirch of all people. He never thought he would see the day Lal Mirch even gave Fon a glare, the two of them being some of the most level headed of the group. It's what happens when someone threatens one's bonded partner, and Lal being the one that leads the pair would not take anything from anyone.
It's a story everyone of the strongest knows. Colonnello a new recruit for COMSUBIN arrives for training and handed off to Lal Mirch. They hadn't known at the time they first met, only months later when, apparently something similar to what was happening to Reborn happened to the pair did they realize it. They wanted to spend more time with each other, always have one within eye sight and not so far where one could not reach the other if something were to had not needed to search far, the pair only being a few feet away from each other.
"Hey." Reborn calls out, not even bothering to rise from his seat. The glaring pair don't glance away from each other, but by the quick twitch they each give he knows he has their attention. "This was about me wasn't it?"
He leans back into his chair, eyeing both Fon and Lal Mirch. They don't so much as blink at his statement. His hand twitches, he's tempted to reach for the pair of pistols he can feel on his person and break up whatever it is that is currently occurring.
Fon breaks away first turning to Reborn and offering him an apologetic smile. Lal's eyes narrow further before turning her head away with a huff, Colonnello watching her with a concerned frown.
"Forgive me Reborn," He says rising from his seat gracefully. He pushes it back in until it's under the table, and offers Reborn a slight bow. "But I believe it is time I take my leave." Reborn blinks, but offers the other man a short wave as he walks to the door. The door closes with a soft click.
"We're leaving too." Lal Mirch announces, pushing herself out of her seat. Colonnello blinks in surprise but moves to stand as well. "Iemitsu is expecting us today." Reborn lets out a noise of disgust at the name. He had never been particularly fond of the man, in fact he was a nuisance to Reborn. The fact that he was Timoteo's advisor was the only reason he had not shot the blonde.
She turns to the door, Colonnello right behind her. She doesn't pause until the door is before her, her hand on the handle. She turns back to him, her face determined.
"Pay attention to the visions you get, those are your clues in finding your partner." She says hand clenching around the handle, before letting her hand fall away. "The only one's you're going to get." she hesitates briefly as if not sure whether she should tell him anymore. It's a strange thing to see from the usual straight forward and brash woman. She clears her throat before speaking.
"I never felt Colonnello's emotions and he never felt mine," She begins, Colonnello stands behind her looking serious as he listens. "There are rumors that say that only happens when one is going through some sort of ordeal." The last part had Reborn frowning.
Lal Mirch reaches for the handle once more, pulling the door open this time. It's as she's stepping out that she says something that has Reborn on edge for an unknown reason.
"I hope your partner isn't a civilian Reborn," She holds the door open until Colonnello is out the door before she releases the handle letting it fall closed behind her. Reborn watches her back until the door shuts with a click, barely catching the last words she speaks. "That's the last thing you need."
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