My Storm, My Cloud, My Sun, My Sky
Summary: Reborn met Fon, they became Arcobaleno and went separate ways, not seeing each other for years. Kyoya was born, Fon had to leave to protect his family and they didn't see each other for years. Tsuna met Reborn, the adventure starts. Hibari met Reborn, craziness starts. Dino met Kyoya, Fon returns and secrets are revealed. Better than it sounds, I promise! D18, RF, LalCol possible others.
That night, they held a bit of a celebration. They'd be going on a longer leave from the whole 'training to be even stronger than they already were' or whatever else it was that had first gathered the strongest seven together in the first place, going their own separate ways for five months before they were to return here and go through the last stages of their training. Spirits were high, drinks were going all around, the food was plentiful and amazing, everyone having had a hand in preparing it, there were snacks and sweets and really far too much alcohol. They'd put some CD on for background noise as they partied and fussed over their new partners.
Lal still looked kind of relieved when the newly named Falco had ended up choosing Colonello, saying that despite its rather impressive strength to be able to carry a grown man of Colonello's size across large distances, Lal preferred not to have to worry about someone else during her CEDEF assigned missions. She already had to worry about the 'Young Lion of Vongola', Bakamitsu, enough as it was. A competent partner would have been good, but she wasn't hurting for it.
"And besides," she'd said with an amused glance at where Falco was now trying to replace Colonello's legs entirely, the blond protesting that he could walk just fine on such short distances. "They seem to be getting along rather well. Wouldn't want to break that up."
Colonello did not appreciate being the butt of that particular joke.
Reborn should have known that the soldier would hunt him down at some point during the party to make his life miserable literally the day before they all parted because the blond was convinced Reborn would miss him. He glared at the arm thrown around his shoulders, nearly making him spill his whiskey if he didn't have such fast reflexes, and then at the grinning owner of the arm, who was already beyond tipsy.
"So, Babyborn, when you gonna tap that, kora?"
The hitman slapped his hand away when the idiot went and pointed at Fon like a toddler, only toddlers don't know any better while the soldier really should if he wants to continue to be seen in Lal's company. "When are you going to go jump off a cliff, Nello?"
"I bet I could land on my feet, unlike you, Babyborn, kora."
"For your information, I had to jump off of the Great Canyon a few years back, without ropes or a parachute or anything else. I landed just fine."
"I had to divebomb from the Eiffel Tower, kora!"
"Let's see you jump out of an airplane at six thousand meters without a parachute, landing only by cushioning your fall with your own Flames."
"Let's see you try-"
"Reborn, could you get Fon away from Viper?" Luche asked sweetly as she stepped in between them from behind the couch before they could either start brawling or actually manage to challenge each other to some stupid contest that might end up with one of them dead. If they're lucky for it only to be one of them. "I think he and Verde spiked his drink for a bet to see what will happen. He certainly doesn't look like he's feeling good and Lichi looks worried."
"Ooh, kora! Babyborn's gonna be a knight in shining armor, kora!" Not a second later, Colonello met the business end of a huge green mallet.
Reborn stared down at the little chameleon before smirking as he brought him back to his new favorite and rightful place. "I love Leon." Leon seemed rather happy with that declaration. Then the hitman sighed and turned to finding his 'crush' in the living room and nearly groaned when he saw that Fon was trapped between Viper and Verde on one of the love-seats, the illusionist trying to extract his credit cards numbers and pins while Verde seemed to be trying to conduct some sort of experiment, probably in an attempt to figure out the question that's probably been bugging them all since Fon's first appearance of 'how the hell did he catch Reborn's bullet!?'.
In short, he definitely needed saving, because if that glazed look in his eyes and the pinkish flush to his cheeks was anything to go by, he was plastered.
"What are you doing?" Reborn asked menacingly as he came to stand in front of the three, hands in his pockets but eyes glinting with killing intent. Verde and Viper both stiffened, their new partners looming up at him warily since their masters were still a bit too intimidated to do so themselves, but Fon immediately perked up and beamed up at him.
"Reborn!" The martial artist lunged from his seat, somehow still as elegant as ever, no movement wasted despite his inherited state, and flung himself into the Italian's waiting arms. The Sun was a bit stunned at first, but he made sure to hold up the drunk Storm and not let it show too much. "You 'talians like dancin', right? Dance with me!"
Reborn huffed in amusement when Fon tried to drag him towards the part of the living room where there would actually be enough room for a dance, not occupied by furniture. "I don't think you're capable of walking in a straight line, let alone dance as you are now, Fon." He then nearly yelped when Fon showcased that hidden strength that was always only alluded to, actually managing to drag the taller, heavier man along. Fon shot him a very smug, very satisfied grin even as he plastered himself to Reborn's front as soon as they arrived to their destination.
There was a distinguishable song playing in the background and Reborn swore he was going to shoot whoever had switched the nonessential music that had been playing with the tango. But that was after he dealt with his drunk intended. "If I dance with you - just one dance, mind you - will you go to bed willingly to sleep it off?"
Fon pouted - pouted! Reborn's heart nearly gave out on him! A trained assassin should not look that cute! - at him but agreed none the less. Lichi, who had been wringing her hands together this whole time in worry, seemed to deflate in relief and jumped off of her new master's head so as not to interfere. She chittered something up at Reborn before making her way over to Luche. Reborn figured that was the best and safest place for the monkey until Fon sobered up.
"Come on," Fon said, all but stomping his foot as a child would. "Dance with me!"
"You're a bossy drunk, huh," Reborn commented but finally gave in and took one of Fon's hands, placing his free hand around the other's waist. If the Storm had something against being the woman in the dance, well, too bad. Reborn may have had sex with both men and women, but he's never had a reason to dance with a man, so Fon will just have to accept it if he wants to dance so much.
To his surprise, Fon didn't mind. He just lit up at having his request granted and then followed Reborn's lead surprisingly well for someone who had once admitted that he had never danced before in his life if it wasn't a kata routine. He didn't stumble, he didn't step on Reborn's feet and was rather nimble. The fact that he was drunk truly didn't seem to be having any effect on how he moved, still as graceful as always. Soon, he wasn't even following Reborn's lead because he didn't know the steps, but rather because that was their roles. Reborn arched an eyebrow at the martial artist, who seemed to be having the time of his life.
"I must say I am impressed."
Fon shot him a grin. "I have trained martial arts for most of my life. If I stumbled over a dance, I'd be dead because that means my footwork, the basis of my art, is bad."
The Italian had to concede that it made sense. Even if it's not some specific fighting style, footwork is the most important part, because that's what grants the fighter stability in a real fight, the ability to keep their center of gravity in the right place, to keep their core where it should be for the most effective attacks. Reborn himself knew twelve different martial arts and knew moves from various others that could come handy in a pinch, but Fon was a master of martial arts. Truly, if something as easy as a dance made him stumble, he'd long since be dead already.
Then Reborn nearly stumbled as a daring foot and ankle traveled up the side of his leg, from ankle to just below the knee, a move known to be regularly done while dancing the tango, but it was a move of passion and seduction. He'd felt that particular move be made on him countless times by any number of women he'd danced with, but this was Fon! Where the hell would he get the idea to- It had to be that lackey's fault, he decided. Skull liked musicals, a little weird choice of entertainment for someone who is known to love doing dangerous and explosive things as a career choice. He was also very fond of Fon because only Fon and Luche didn't treat him as the lackey that he is, so he must have roped them into watching some musical with him at some point. That was the only explanation. Plus a drunk Fon ...
The second time it happened, he automatically dipped Fon, almost forgetting himself when he was a mere inch away from the other's neck and collarbone. No, he couldn't treat Fon like those women whom he'd seduce and be 'seduced' by for a romp in the sheets. He liked Fon. He brought them up and started bringing their dance to a close. Clearly, this was some dangerous territory he'd not accounted for. Maybe he'd had one too many drinks, too. It's bad enough that he hadn't counted them, like he usually would so he doesn't risk inebriation. That's deadly in his line of work.
The third time was his breaking point. It was at the 'big finale', so to say. Reborn had brought Fon right up against him, so tight that not even air existed between their bodies from their hips to their chests, and Fon had let go of his hand, both hands now holding onto his shoulders and back. Except one had sneaked to the base of his neck and carded slim, dangerous fingers through the short hairs there and one of the Asian's legs was wrapped around his thigh, a deceptively dainty, slipper-covered foot caressing from ankle to knee. And then the little tempest dared put their cheeks together and whisper a breathless "Reborn," into his ear ...
Reborn didn't even remember how they ended up in his room. All he knew was that Fon was lying on his back on Reborn's bed, the front of his robes undone and the white under-robes pushed up to reveal a very well sculpted chest and abdomen that was a result of Fon's lifelong training of the martial arts. Back hair was messy, even if the braid was still perfectly in place and pale lips were red and moist from kisses that felt too heavenly to have truly happened. Reborn felt like he was drunk as he watched his own hands, olive colored against milky white, glided over smooth skin, encountering very few scars which showed Fon's skill and lifestyle as an assassin, a hitman, one of the most respected members of the Triads. There were goosebumps all over the shorter man's body and his eyes were glazed over and Reborn knew he shouldn't be doing this, but then the Storm's hands were divesting him of fedora, tie, jacket and dress shirt, touching heated skin almost reverently and all rational thoughts flew out the window as he claimed those delicious lips again. And again and again throughout the night.
This would be the third type of dance these two men indulged in. The first was the deadly kind, where Reborn more often than not had to let Fon lead because Fon was the more graceful, every move made to kill even if there was no such intent during their spars. The second had happened only moments ago, where Fon had proved to be a fuckin' tease when he's drunk. The third was this dance of passion and intertwined bodies, one Reborn decidedly led as he realized his partner was inexperienced, at the very least on the end he had landed himself on. Reborn was gentle, made sure there was no unnecessary pain, drew cries from his lover as a skilled musician would the loveliest tunes from their instrument. It was addicting to hear that usually composed voice break on his name in pleasure and passion, to see glistening skin and hear panting breaths when it is usually next to impossible to tire Fon out.
Reborn has had countless lovers, but he had never felt as good with them as he did while he held Fon that night. Perhaps there was something to those usual civilian drivels that sex with someone you cared about was different than between two strangers.
Reborn resolved to make sure this doesn't end as a one night stand. No, it was different with Fon and he'd make sure it was a good kind of different.
He also hoped that Fon will remember it in the morning, because he had a feeling this might be the first time the Asian assassin had ever gotten drunk like this. He has to skin Verde and Viper in the morning, after he settles everything with Fon so there are no misunderstandings between them. It was almost weird to lie down next to someone after sex, preparing to sleep away the night. Reborn would usually never do it. He'd get dressed and leave after he's finished, but he actually found himself drawing Fon's exhausted body closer to his and covering them up so they don't get cold. He breathed in the other's hair, soaking in the smell of green tea and jasmine flowers, the smell of wild mountain winds and the lingering impression of sweets that probably came from Fon's breath rather than his natural scent.
Somehow, it lulled him to sleep with his eyes closed for the first time in a decade.
So it was rather disorienting to find himself waking up alone in his room, not a single trace of the Storm in sight. Then again, he figured Fon had simply gotten up to do his usual morning routine of tea and kata exercises, the martial artist truly treating his body like a temple that must be tended to every day lest the imaginary gods curse him with ill fortune or death. Reborn wasn't worried. Fon was a reasonable person. He'd listen to Reborn even if he had woken up confused and sore and most likely a bit pissed this morning.
The hitman as such simply walked into his bathroom, took a shower and went about getting himself presentable for the day before he walked out of his room and down to the kitchen. He didn't pay much attention to the mess the others must have caused after he had made off with Fon last night - he did make sure Skull was properly stuck through the hole in his door as punishment for possibly accidentally teaching Fon how to be seductive in a dance when he saw him - and he wasn't at all apologetic for how loud he was being when he saw a wasted Colonello and Verde lying on the floor of the living room as he passed, making them groan as the hangover headache pounded away at their skulls. He'll deal with Viper later.
Wasn't he just generous this morning? Must be because he was in a rather good mood. Sure, he'd heard that sex made people more cheery, but that had never before been the case for him, mostly because sex had become a means to an end, just to satisfy that 'itch' when he got frustrated. So this was another first for him. He'll have to examine that more closely. Later.
He had a Storm to catch and possibly tempt to stay at his side.
Only he couldn't find Fon anywhere. Not in the garden, not with those little skylarks that had hatched, not in any room of the house, including Fon's room and not in front of the house, either.
"Luche," he called out when he saw her the second time he came through the kitchen. "Have you seen Fon? I need to speak with him?"
"Oh," the dark teal haired woman blinked her big blue eyes at him, as if recalling something. "Yes, actually. He came to be rather early this morning. I think it was four or five, I can't recall since he woke me up and I was still half asleep." Reborn frowned at that. Fon was usually the one who would get annoyed with everyone else if they interfered with the now very heavily pregnant woman's rest, especially during the night. "He looked a bit panicked, though. It turns out that when he woke up in your room, he went down to his, only to get a message that there's a family emergency going on back at home, so he came to tell me he was leaving early."
That just opened up more questions. Though Reborn could understand why someone would sneak out of another person's room if they had no memories of how they got there, especially if they were naked, he was a bit annoyed - and worried - that Fon had decided to take that route with Reborn. And this family emergency ... Could he be in trouble? Viper had made it clear that the Hibari Clan, though small, could be rather dangerous. Their bloodline was old and if they produced someone like Fon, could it be that there were others, more involved with the western underworld and that they had brought the retribution of Cosa Nostra or, worse yet, the Vindice down upon them?
"Does he need help?"
The soon to be mother just shook her head. "He said he can handle it and that he should be back in five months like everyone else. He took Lichi, so I guess all the backup he needs is there, if it's indeed something dangerous."
"We don't even know what Lichi can do," argued the Sun, but the Sky only smiled reassuringly at him.
"You have to trust him, Reborn. Fon will be just fine."
Reborn dearly hoped so. Because if not ...
Heads will roll until he's avenged.