Consequences.
Summery: Wherein Tsuna has a multitude of powers at his fingertips and is still scared of his own shadow. Or how to annoy the worlds number one hitman in seconds. May or may not contain yaoi, I've yet to decide... Super-powered Tsuna, Cry-baby Tsuna! Very Irritated Reborn! Will Tsuna survive?
Warning... uh….
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo hitman Reborn!
Thank you Quetoa for the awesome beta again!
Reborn had always known that Iemitsu was useless. Or at least, the next best thing. After all, what kind of idiot couldn't write up a report longer than 3 pages for both his wife and his son, including pictures and basic information? The (somehow) head of CHEDEF, that's who... And then of course the moron had to be wrong on basically all accounts, and neglect some rather important information. For example,
In the report, Sawada Nana is an oblivious and very carefree woman, and would probably not even notice if her son was being trained to become a mafia boss. That the Only (yes, capitalized) redeeming quality the woman had was her cooking and cleaning. (There were also a lot of doting anecdotes from the love-struck man about how beautiful he thought she was, and how he knew she was a good mother, despite being a little too oblivious.)
Cooking, cleaning, and beauty aside, the man was rather off the mark. The woman was no where near oblivious. Rather, she was very observant and cautious. Reborn had set the bait (the flier that depicted the hitman as the man who could teach her child to become the leader of the next generation) and watched her read it. Then watched her roll her eyes, tear it up and toss it in the recycling. Reborn had to re think how he was going to get into this woman's house to train her kid – something even hours later he was still trying to figure out.
Nana also had more awareness concerning her son than most mothers. She knew when he was on his way home with cuts and bruises from bullies, and that the worst damage went unseen on his heart. She had the first aid kit out and ready to help patch him up once he was home and sitting at the kitchen table, head in his hands and tears on his face.
And then there was Tsunayoshi. He was an odd child, that one. The report got him mostly right (a shy, quiet boy, bullied and cries easily) but there was something about him that seemed even more ... off than most people. Maybe it was consistent babel the boy spewed through annoying sobs that Reborn could barely understand (something about how sad it was that Hirota-kun's grandfather had yet to realize he was dead after 3 years of being attached to said boy... or something?). Or maybe it was how he had watched Tsunayoshi trip over an ill placed bucket, fall face-first, catch himself on thin air, and continue walking like nothing had happened.
Or maybe, just maybe, it was how he sat there with his mother at the table, flicked his wrist, and things started moving (what). The tap in the sink started pouring water, where the water curved, in the air and into tea kettle, still on the stove, which also turned on, all pretty much at the same time. Then it all stopped and Tsuna never stopped his useless babel, telling his mother how the emotions were getting to him, again, (And Reborn really had given up on understanding what the kid was talking about at this point) when the kettle started screaming, letting the room's occupants know the water had boiled. That seemed a little too quick...
Just as Nana made to get up, Reborn watched as Tsuna grasped at her sleeve, pulling her back into her seat. Then he moved his wrist again, waving his hand in a complete circle, and 3 cups and a tea pot removed themselves from their places in the cupboards and onto the counter, some Jasmine tea floating down and into the tea pot. The kettle then plucked itself off the stove and poured the water into the pot, letting the wonderful aroma seep into the room.
Another few minutes of steeping, the tea was poured into the cups, two floating over to the mother and son at the table, the other just sitting and waiting for...
Reborn had a feeling the 3rd cup was for himself, but he had yet to make himself known to the family, and he'd been hiding in the ceiling, waiting for just such an opportunity. How in the hell...
'Oh well,' he thought, 'At this rate, this may very well be my only chance.'
Yeah, it was probably that, (whatever it was that just happened) that made Reborn feel a little uneasy around the kid...
Either way, Reborn jumped down and landed silently on the counter, just as Nana turned back to Tsuna and asked why he had made a 3rd cup, like making tea and serving it without so much as leaving the fucking table across the room was nothing. Like it was something she was used to; like he did this all the time.
What. The. Fuck?
"Well, remember how I said there would be someone new in my life today that would change my future? Well, they're here now, so I thought I'd make them some too... because that'd be rude other wise..." though Tsuna had started firmer than his babel earlier, the end of his statement practically died on his tongue.
"They are? But no one else is in here but you and me." Nana sounded confused. Reborn thought it'd be a good idea to help her with that. (Although, how did Tsuna know he was even there? Neither mother nor son were actually facing the counter.)
With a wicked grin Reborn cleared his throat and watched both the kitchens occupants jump in surprise as they turned to find him. Nana settled her hand on her chest and said with a clearly plastic smile, "Oh my! You startled me! ... who are you, little one? H-how did you get in my kitchen?"
Tsuna, on the other hand, jumped right out of his chair, fell to the floor and knocked his tea down with him. Reborn had the perfect angle to watch the burning liquid stop in mid air, and upon farther inspection Reborn realized Tsuna had also stopped falling, and was instead floating just a few inches off the ground. He raised an eyebrow at that because that wasn't possible... and neither was the fact that Tsuna was righting himself and his tea without actually moving.
"Ok, that's it. How the fuck are you doing that?!" he snapped, pointing his finger at Tsuna accusingly.
Tsuna smiled, embarrassed, and opened his mouth to answer when his mother interrupted. Nana turned in her seat, holding the chair to steady her self, and openly scolded the hitman. "Excuse me? What did you just say? Young man, I may not know where you came from, but I will not tolerate that kind of language in my house!"
"No mom, it's fine. He's a hitman in the mafia, free-lance mostly. Isn't that right, Reborn-sama?" The boy was somehow recovering from his babbling and crying, a smile coming to his lips.
Reborn took a moment, pausing to think. "Explain. Now." He tried to reign in his unearthly desire to maim the child until he got what he wanted, but with the shit that had just happened, it was just a touch hard. (Though it was surprising that Sawada Tsunayoshi, who just seconds ago had been crying as if in dire pain from his emotions, was now smiling literally in the face of danger.)
Reborn took it one oddity at a time. It was all his sanity would allow.
"Right. Um. I can see the future, among other things. It's how I knew you were coming today, and who you are." Reborn took in two deep breathes, his mind starting to wrap around the idea…. And as fast as he could he pulled Leon into gun form, aimed, and shot the child in the shoulder. He smirked, but just before the mocking words "Didn't see that coming, did ya?" left his mouth, he looked the child over to make sure he didn't actually kill the little fucker.
Nana screamed like a girl in a b-rated horror flick, and Tsuna…
Tsuna was fine. Still smiling, he was sitting up in his chair and the bullet was hovering in the air, still spinning, less than an inch away from his shoulder.
Then Tsuna's smile widened a bit as Nana's screams (finally) died down, and the boy cocked his head to the side, the bullet suddenly vanishing as if it was nothing but dust in a strong breeze.
"Ok, that's it. I'm done. I'm going back to Italy. Screw this mission."
… was what Reborn wanted to say, but then he remembered what Nono had told him, privately, before he had left. That there was something different about Tsuna, and though the old don wasn't sure what, Reborn trusted the man's intuition. So instead he said quickly,
"I need to think. I'll be back tomorrow."
And he left to go call Nono about this new development.
As it turned out, after his quick call to Nono, that was not exactly what the don had in mind when he said there was something different about Tsuna, but it certainly was entertaining (to the old man, anyway). He was then told to learn all he could about Tsuna so he could keep Nono in the loop. End of call.
Apparently, when Nono had visited the family long ago, Tsuna had given his condolences over the loss of Nono's sons. Then, 5 years later, when the don had buried the remains of his youngest (Xanxus aside) he remembered Tsuna's words, and he decided then that Reborn would be about the only person able to handle Tsuna. Reborn said his thanks to Nono for thinking of him in that way and bit back the urge to cuss the man out for putting the hitman in such a position.
With a sigh that held all his frustrations, Reborn walked into the house the next day, his head on a little straighter than before and he thought he knew what to expect. Evidently, he did not, because what he walked into was something out of a CG movie.
Tsuna was sitting cross-legged, in the middle of the room, in the air, with everything in his room floating around his head in a flurry of chaotic order.
"Uhm… what's going on?" Reborn asked tentatively, taking a cautious first step into the child's room.
"Oh!" Tsuna exclaimed as he turned around to face the killer. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in. Here, just let me put this stuff away, then we can talk, yeah?"
Even as he said the words, the things floating in the air were settling down in their proper places, his bed against the wall, just to the right of the window, his books and games back on the shelves, even though the shelving unit was still in the air. Less then 10 seconds later, the room was in perfect order, and the boy (still floating) un-folded his legs and came (floated) over to Reborn.
"Hello." The teen said pleasantly, a small smile on his face.
"Hi." Was about all the hitman could force out of his throat.
"I know what you're here for, Reborn-sama. Won't you come sit down at the table? I'll go get some drinks. Is coffee ok?"
Reborn nodded, watching as Tsuna's feet finally touched the ground. The teen walked normally down the stairs, and Reborn sat at the table, thinking on what he had just seen. Because, honestly, what? Was the child trying to drive him insane?
Once upon a time, in the not so distant past, Reborn had thought he knew what was what in the world. If a person was flying, then there was a trick to it. Strings, magnets, glass floors, smoke and mirrors. Things that made sense. Then he was introduced to Mist flames, and then the really tricky illusionists always had a faint after feeling of flames. As Reborn searched the child's room he found no such tricks, and he couldn't feel the residual mist flames he usually could when dealing with something unknown. So, what the hell was going on? He was back in his seat at the table when Tsuna stepped into the room.
"Done checking for tricks?" he asked with a smile so pleasant, Reborn wondered if he was asking to be shot. Deciding that he wouldn't actually aim to kill the child just yet, Reborn decided to ignore the question with one of his own.
"You have the power to see the future, right? What else can you do?" 'Please say something reasonable, like you can make illusions without mist flames!'
"Yes!" Tsuna said happily, setting Reborn's coffee down on the table, and settling down across from him. "I have 5 powers in total. Well, 6, if you can count Dying Will Flames as a power. Hahaha." (No, Reborn didn't twitch as his mind shut down from that bit of information, and if anyone says otherwise, they're lying.) "I can see the future in my dreams, not really when ever I want to see them. And I can't specifically time either when I get my visions, or what I see. I can also see ghosts; spirits, if you prefer to call them." Tsuna lowered his voice, and dropped his chin in his hand.
"I can see the ghost of every one you've ever killed, trailing behind you like a deadly parade, each one taking a piece of your soul every time they can. I can also see that your guide is working her hardest too keep you whole, keep you sane, keep you safe. And it's killing her."
The tension in the air was what Reborn would expect of two rival Familia Bosses got together for final negotiations before a war broke out, not for the information he was being given.
"You should take better care for your mother, Fra-"
"Stop!" Reborn roared as he stood. "How do you know that name? I threw it away eons ago!" he stomped across the table and grabbed a fist of Tsuna's shirt. "Where did you hear it?!"
Tsuna took the mistreatment with a small and sad smile; he could feel the confusion and fear dripping off of the hitman, behind his mask of rage at nearly hearing his own real name after so many years of being the ever-elusive man "Reborn".
"Your mother told me your name. She also told me everything about you."
"Everything?" he let go slowly, looking up and into Tsuna's eyes, trying to find a hint of a lie there.
"Everything." He repeated softly, his head dipping down to Reborn's level. "From how you were named after your father, who died a week before you were born, to how you became "Reborn". She's telling me everything, not to ruin you, but so that I can understand you. So that you can make a friend, because she's worried that you'll be alone until the day you die."
"You're my student," Reborn said softly, "Not my friend. I can't have friends."
"I don't think your mom understands that anymore." Tsuna took the silence that ensued as a chance to look the guide over.
She looked horrible. Dirty, like she had been buried alive and had to dig her way out to survive. She wore white, which meant that in life, she had been a good person. Most people after death wore grey; they were good, but didn't always do the right things for the right reasons. Her hair was long, and blond and Tsuna could tell Reborn took after his father there. (Though the man's spirit wasn't there for comparison.) And she was screaming, like she was reliving her own death again and again, screaming for help, sobbing in pain, crying and yelling out Reborn's story, like she couldn't turn down her own volume. Unable to control her own madness.
And that meant that she truly was about to turn into a vengeful spirit, and abandon her post as Reborn's guide and protector.
Tsuna hadn't been ready to face the man's personal demons and his guide when Reborn had appeared the day before. He hadn't been able to control the emotions he took in. This morning he was ready. Today he was able to keep the poor spirit's emotions and trauma at bay, out of his head.
Tsuna looked over at his guide, asking him silently to help her hang on for just a little longer. His guide, Gigi, nodded and stepped over to her.
"So…" Reborn started, looking away from Tsuna, and forcing the teens' mind away from the spirit's interacting. He let the hitman finish gathering his thoughts and continue his sentence.
"That's two powers. What are the other three?"
Tsuna left for school later that morning, nearly an hour late for classes, but that was fine. He'd still be there for the test.
He would be the first to admit that he wasn't the best academically. Rather, he was one of the worst. The times he needed to be pulled from classes for weeks on end to train with his grandparents whenever a new power came up, (or for that one vision) he would inevitably miss school, and those times were catching up to him in the most horrible of ways.
He knew the test was coming. He studied. And, as the test was being handed back, he knew he failed it. A bright red 30 was almost mocking him as it sat at the top of his test on his desk, and he hung his head in shame. Everyone stayed clear of him as they spoke in groups, enjoying their lunches and chatting about how well they did on their tests. About how easy the test had been. Tsuna looked down at his own bento and pushed it back, his appetite still not back after this morning.
He had to show Reborn what he had meant when he explained his Empathy, and the only way he could do that was to touch the other's bare hand. He had felt everything Reborn had ever felt, the anguish, betrayal, depression, fear, regret, joy (what little there was in his life). The murderous anger was the strongest emotion there, and it reminded Tsuna once again of that vision, and it was all Tsuna could do to stop himself from bringing up his breakfast.
Tsuna was sure the hitman got a taste of him too, but the man looked more confused about what he felt than anything else, and had excused himself soon after. Tsuna was glad for that, but he didn't linger on that feeling for long. Once alone, he had nearly passed out from the amount of negative emotions he felt. It took him a good 10 minutes to stop crying enough to get off the floor. Another 10 minutes, plus a hot shower, to feel better enough to go to school.
"Hey, you doing ok?"
Tsuna looked over to Reborn, the hitman lounging around on his desk while Tsuna attempted to do something similar to focusing on his homework (Read: attempted not to doze off). It was nearly a week after Reborn had joined the household, and Tsuna was starting to get used to his presence, even if the poor mother spirit wouldn't stop her crying.
"Yeah, um… I'm good. I think I better go to bed soon though." Tsuna said through a yawn. Reborn nodded as he looked over Tsuna's work.
"Looks good enough. Finish the last two questions and then you can go to bed."
Tsuna whined, and was rewarded for it with an extra 10 questions. He learned to shut up after that.
"Oi! You freak of nature!"
The vicious words were directed at him, Tsuna knew, but he really didn't want to acknowledge them or their speaker. He was so close to class, just a few more feet and he would be bully-free for a few hours, hopefully. A hand clamped down on his shoulder and his hopes of escape were dashed as he was roughly pulled around to face his supposed attacker. Tsuna had known it was Mochida Kensuke long before the third-year captain had even called out to him; the boy's growling beast of a guide could be heard throughout the school. (On that note, Tsuna wondered if the guide was the result of the teen's attitude, or the other way around. They seemed to feed off of the each other almost endlessly.)
"I'm talking to you!" Mochida screamed in Tsuna's face.
"I see that." Tsuna muttered, a meek attempt at talking back to his cruel sempai. It didn't go over well.
"Then answer me when I talk to you, you idiot!"
Tsuna was shoved back by the front of his shirt, and he took the abuse in stride, quelling the raging thoughts in his head that said to viciously fight back and asked instead. "What do you want now, Mochida Kensuke-sempai?"
"Ha! Why don't you use those so-called 'powers' of yours to read my mind, huh?" The taller teen took two long stomps closer, causing Tsuna to slink back a few steps, and stumble over another bully's foot. Four others had joined Mochida without Tsuna's realising it and they all laughed as Tsuna fell to the floor, his hands catching the tiles. The beads on his wrist clinked together gently, a small reminder to Tsuna to take the abuse, to not fight back or his destiny could forever be ruined.
"How long are you going to lie, dame-Tsuna? Huh?!" Mochida roared again, leaning in close and cutting off Tsuna's escape routes.
"Lie about w-what?" Tsuna stuttered, rubbing his wrists to ensure the beads were still attached under the guise of rubbing away an ache. A foot connected with his shoulder harshly from behind and Tsuna looked back at the other bullies, only to have his ankle stepped on harshly.
"Ow!" Tsuna cried out and reach forward to… well he wasn't really sure what he was going to do once his hands reached across, but thankfully he didn't have to find out. Mochida moved his own foot after a moment, and sneered in Tsuna's face hatefully.
"Lie about having these amazing powers. Lie about being able to do things human beings can't do. I know you don't have anything like that, we all know that! We all know you lie about it and start rumors about them to feel better about yourself!"
Tsuna lifted his arms as Mochida's foot came up, ready to kick him in the head, when a voice interrupted the angered teen.
"Mochida-sempai! What are you doing?!" all four bullies and Tsuna looked behind Mochida, the kendo captain tuning around fully to face the young woman standing there with her arms crossed and an angry line set into her mouth.
"K-Kyoko-chan! Funny running into you here." Mochida stuttered out, one hand going up behind his head.
"It's my class, and that is one of my classmates. Why would you bully him? You know what? I don't want to know why. Come on, Sawada-kun. Let's go." She took a step around a semi-stunned Mochida and over to Tsuna as he stood, one hand on his knee and the other bracing himself on the ground. He stood to his full height as Kyoko came close, her hand only slightly touching his elbow. She gave one last glower at Mochida and turned on her heel. Tsuna matched her pace and let out a sigh of relief once inside the classroom.
Tsuna looked over her, smiling to himself. He knew that if Kyoko were to die right now, she would wear a white so bright she would glow with it. He knew she was so wonderful, so kind, so generous and smart. Her guide was her grandmother, a woman who had aged like the finest of French wines. And she too was kind and generous, strong and smart. Granddaughter took after grandmother, and both were wonderful people.
It was probably why he had such a crush on her. Tsuna smiled down at his feet as she walked next to him, and before Tsuna knew it, they were at his desk.
"Oh!" Tsuna exclaimed, looking around. "I'm sorry, Sasagawa-san, I was supposed to walk you to your desk, not my own." He let out a small, sheepish laugh and smiled again down at his desk.
"It's ok, Sawada-kun. I was actually hoping to ask you something, anyway." She smiled and Tsuna could literally feel his mental fatigue wilt just a bit.
"Uh, yeah. Anything, what's up?" Did he stutter? He hoped not. That would be almost as embarrassing as being rescued by the girl he liked. Oh, god, I'll never live that down!
"Um, yeah." Kyoko pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, and took a seat in the chair in front of his desk. "I've been kind of curious for a while now, but… I'm a bit shy to ask." She blushed and Tsuna felt his heart skip. Was she… was she going to ask him out?!
"Um…" she played with the hem of her skirt for a moment, before seeming to solidify her determination. She nodded to herself. "Sawada-kun, do you, um..." god this was not good for Tsuna's heart; she looked so cute like that! Her face was flushed a light pink and she wouldn't meet eyes for a moment. The words for an agreement to a date were half way formed in his mouth when she finally asked.
"Are those rumors true? Do you really have all those powers?"
"Yes! I-… I do have powers… um… but not all the rumors are true." Tsuna deflated in his seat, his heart crushed. 'Ahhh I thought she was going to ask me out! Sasagawa-san!'
"Oh! That's so cool. Can you show me some time?" she cocked her head to the side with a smile as bright as a thousand suns, her eyes sparkling. She clapped her hands together and leaned a bit forward. "Please, Sawada-kun?"
"Yeah! I can show you sometime." Just as Tsuna spoke the words, the teacher walked into the classroom. He looked the teacher over, feeling the man's fatigue and contempt for students under his mask of a polite smile, and sighed. "Are you free after school today?" He asked Kyoko, watching as she stood up again and made for her desk.
"Yeah, let's walk home together." She gave a light wave as she sat down and Tsuna could feel the jealousy from pretty much everyone in the room jump 110%. He could only hind his face in his arms for so long before the teacher called him out on it, though.
Lunch had rolled around when Tsuna first heard of it.
"Oi, dame-Tsuna!"
The young man who had called out to Tsuna on his way to the bathroom was a rather stocky teenager, a classmate with a buzz cut, and a guide that looked like a literal angel. A man dressed in white with wings that glowed bright. The two of them hadn't bothered Tsuna before, but the way the young man walked up to him, smirking, told Tsuna that wouldn't be the same for today.
"Mochida is looking for you!" he continued once he reached Tsuna, his voice multiple levels of condescending. "Says he's going to kick your ass in Kyoko's honour after school today in the gym. If you're not there, he said he's gonna come looking for you! You are so dead!" He laughed like the prospect of Tsuna getting hurt was entertaining to him. The angel like guide just shook his head in apparent despair (or exasperation, it was really unclear).
"Oh… um… thanks for telling me, I think?" Tsuna asked, uncertainly, rounding the corner into the bathroom. The classmate followed him in.
"I just thought I would be nice, and let you know a head of time, so you wouldn't be hunted down like the freak you are." He laughed again, and Tsuna could tell the other's guide was beginning to get rather upset at the mistreatment, if the angel's glare said anything. Just then, the young man (whose name completely escaped Tsuna) turned pale.
The next thing Tsuna knew, the other ran into the nearest stall, slammed the door shut and began retching into it. Tsuna took two steps back, his face pinching in disgust at the sound. He looked at the angel.
"Really?" he muttered. The guide looked at him for a moment, almost assessing him, before shrugging.
"I didn't like the way he was speaking to you. He should have more respect for his fellow human beings. I believe this is called 'Aversion therapy'? I hope it'll help him mend his ways."
Tsuna shook his head in disbelief. Yep, that was an angel. Complete dick. He suddenly very much pitied his classmate.
'I'm just going to go to another bathroom.'
Tsuna watched as, after class, Kyoko was taken out of the room by a couple of Mochida's lackeys, and led away with her friend Kurokawa Hana in tow.
You know, Tsunayoshi, you can use your powers against this child. Just don't maim him. Or kill him.
'Well, thanks for that, Gigi. I'll just frighten him, and everyone watching, to the point where I'll never have any friends, let alone anyone to talk to. Ever.' Tsuna thought snidely, turning to face his guide for a moment before continuing to gather his things into his bag.
"Why don't you just fight him?"
Tsuna just about jumped out of his skin when Reborn's voice spoke out to him. He turned to the hitman after he took a second to calm down, looking around the class room to see if anyone else was there first.
"Why? Why does everyone want me to fight Mochida? Does no one care about how I feel about this? I don't want to fight him."
"And what about that girl you like? Sasagawa Kyoko, was it? She's in danger, in a way." His eyes hardened on Tsuna and the empathic teen could feel a cold determination almost rolling off of the hitman's body.
"Even if she was in danger, what use would I be? I can't fight back."
"Why not?" Reborn was getting angry at Tsuna; he had all these powers literally at his finger tips, why wasn't he using them?! He could take out every one of his bullies without so much as a thought, why would he not… use them…
"Is it because you don't want to hurt them? Is that why you won't fight back?" Reborn asked softly, taking in the boy's flinch and the way Tsuna wouldn't meet his eyes.
"Look, I can't… I can't hold back well, ok? I could seriously hurt them, and I don't think there's anyone on this planet capable of stopping me from killing them if I lose control. I don't want that to happen." Tsuna sat back down in his chair and leaned his head in his hand. "Oh yeah," he muttered, "I'm on cleaning duty tonight. I forgot." He heaved a sigh and flicked his wrist, the broom and dustpan cleaning the classroom in a few seconds without Tsuna moving so much as a muscle. Reborn looked around and sighed.
"Tsuna." he said, calm and tight. "You have such finely tuned control over your powers. You just cleaned this whole room with even moving from you seat, in seconds, I might add. What are you so afraid of?"
Tsuna was silent for a whole minute as he contemplated his response. "I had a vision where… I didn't have control of my powers. They had control over me. And in that vision… I tortured and killed a man, 10 years older than myself. And I enjoyed it. I stood over him and laughed as I tore him apart." Tsuna shuddered as his head dropped into his arms on his desk fully. "If I fight Mochida now, and I lose control…" He looked up, and Reborn could see the tears in the teen's eyes, could feel the boy's fear and depression on the subject (though he wasn't sure if that was his own intuition or Tsuna's emotional amplifying or whatever).
"Believe in yourself." Reborn said calmly, settling his hand on Tsuna's arm. "Believe that you can stop yourself if you lose control, and that you won't lose it in the first place."
Tsuna took a long moment, to look in Reborn's eyes, see that the hitman really believed in his words, to feel the hitman's cool and self-assured aura.
"You mean it?" Tsuna asked softly.
Reborn nodded. "And if not, I'll just have to put a bullet in that empty head of yours." Tsuna let out a huffed laugh and Reborn continued, "So what are you waiting for, Dame-Tsuna? Go save the girl."
Tsuna leapt from his seat, determination making his moves for him as he nodded, turned to the window, opened it and jumped out of it.
This seemed like a good place to pause it. See all of you lovely readers next chapter! Love you! Please love me back and review, tell me what you like!
