Reborn takes a sharp turn and shoves past two burly bouncers before lurching into the crowded bar and quickly trying to hide in the swaying dancefloor. He flicks a glance over his shoulder and sees red right before a massive bouncer is thrown backwards into the crowd.

"Oh fuck me," Reborn grumbles, ducking lower because he's rather tall and pulling off his hat to give the monster even less to identify him by.

"I certainly wouldn't mind," a woman in a tight silver dress purrs, rubbing up against Reborn's arm.

"Perfect," Reborn replies immediately with his voice all honey and sweet, sweeping her away through the crowd. "Let's go back to yours."

The woman seems surprised that Reborn is so easy but it's a happy surprise. This is about the time that the panic caused by the monster builds enough that even the drunkest patron is paying attention.

The woman looks over Reborn's shoulder at the commotion, wanting to peek, and Reborn immediately abandons his meat shield for not cooperating.

Reborn shoves through the people, stepping on some feet in his rush, but eventually bursts out the other side. He puts his hat back on, sneakily looks around, and tries to hide himself in the men's bathroom.

He hesitates when he opens the door to the single toilet. There's a broken beer bottle half hidden behind the toilet like someone sheepishly kicked it back there, plus some toilet paper scattered around, a suspicious puddle of something on the floor and a too small sink like it was an afterthought. Pretty basic.

Nothing else looks too out of place, cleaner that some places he's seen, but it still feels disgusting and Reborn doesn't want to go inside.

Reborn reacts too late, sensing the monster rush at him from behind. Reborn steps in and whirls around to slam the door shut. He gets it locked but the flimsy wood shatters and Reborn scrambles to the side when the rest of it breaks off and lands crookedly over the toilet.

The monster glides in, still with a God damned smile on his face, grabs Reborn by the upper arms and slams the hitman up against the wall.

"Consent is important," Reborn blurts out, his arms now pinned to his sides while his own hands grip at Fon's forearms uselessly.

Reborn dropped a gun when he jumped off that fire escape about three storeys too high, then used his second as a projectile when Fon suddenly appeared around a corner during hide and seek in the mall and Reborn got jump scared.

Fon appears taken aback. "Of course it's important."

"Well," Reborn says pointedly and starts tugging at Fon's sleeves. "I just so happen to not consent to your touching, so go ahead and put that resolve into practice anytime you feel like it."

Fon looks at Reborn like the hitman is so cute but so dumb. "This isn't that kind of consent issue."

"I firmly believe that consent should be mandated for all areas of life," Reborn responds seriously.

"Do people consent to you killing them?"

Reborn narrows his eyes. "We are talking you right now, okay? Don't change the subject."

Fon's smile finally falls away and he looks at Reborn earnestly. "I just want to talk with you. I'm not going to hurt you, Reborn, I would never."

Fon is actually taking care to not have skin contact with Reborn, which would trigger the first bond link if their flames were also flared up, but still...

Reborn raises an eyebrow. "We are clearly experiencing two entirely different situations right now and - is that the police?"

Reborn is peering out of the doorway, so Fon turns to see and Reborn knees him in the dick. Fon winces but he does not go down and in fact leans heavier into Reborn to better pin the hitman.

"That was rude," Fon says somewhere very close to a growl, his hands tightening on Reborn's upper arms until the bones threaten to crack under his palms.

Reborn tries to kick at Fon's legs and struggle as much as he can in such a bad position but it gets him nowhere. Reborn is a long-distance fighter without a weapon, up against a close combat specialist who already has Reborn cornered.

"What happened to not hurting me?" Reborn spits out.

"Discipline doesn't count."

"Two-faced son of a whore, don't smile at me like that-"

A bouncer steps up to the threshold of the bathroom, already swinging a broken stool leg that looks like it might have been broken on his face judging by the damage there.

Fon shoves Reborn away, deeper into the bathroom, and steps up to catch the makeshift-bat in his hands, a foot striking out and throwing the bouncer to the ground with a quiet crack that might be the bouncer's ribcage shattering.

Fon drops the stool leg and turns back to the Sky, only to find leather shoes disappearing out of an open window.


Reborn takes a hard turn when he sees the lights go green and throws himself over the hood of one car before wrenching open the passenger side door and lurching inside. He slams the door shut and lashes out with a shard of glass he grabbed from the broken beer bottle in the bathroom, only stopping before he cuts into the man's throat.

"Go," Reborn snarls, the threat clear.

The driver does go but he doesn't look at Reborn or react in any way. Reborn gets the feeling that this day is about to get so much worse.

The driver fades away as well as the wheel and gear box and any kind of button or dial on the dashboard. The whole car smooths out to the point where even handles on the doors disappear when Reborn tries to get out.

He tries to break the window with his elbow, attempts to pry it open with the broken glass, and then twists around in his seat to try and kick it off but nothing works. The windows tint to black and the windshield lights up with a picture of Reborn while basic information on the hitman scrolls alongside it.

"You should put your seatbelt on," a deep male voice says in a flat tone from speakers that Reborn can't find. "When the gas knocks you out, I don't want you flopping everywhere."

"I would like to leave," Reborn answers calmly.

"How strange," the man hums. "You seemed so eager to throw yourself at me just a few moments ago."

Reborn already misses his monster.