That was fast O_O But at least I got something done. This one was again one of those I-have-absolutely-no-idea-where-this-came-from-but-I-just-let-my-fingers-write thingy. And it feels kinda...scrappy?

Title: Insecurity

Characters/Pairings: Reborn, Colonello. CR / Colonello x Reborn

Words: 873

Rating: PG-13 (I honestly don't know how to rate these things..)

Summary: Reborn feels uncomfortable when he is around Colonello. Why? Well read and find out!

This is obviously from Reborn's POV^^

If there was a word that could describe you I would have figured it out. But the thing was, there were no words to describe you. Just sentences. And even then they never really told anything about you, just gave some kind of information which was, somehow, in the end just countered with another thing. Which meant that the sentences altogether were practically useless.

And it comes down to it that there just were no words or sentences that could describe you. It was as simple as that. And it made me irritated, because even after all these years, even me, the 'Greatest Hitman' couldn't exactly describe you.

You don't exactly hide things, which don't mean you don't have things to hide. It's just that you don't talk about them. And in contrary people doesn't talk about them, because they don't know about your secrets, don't expect you to have them, when they know you have them. Because you have never given them the reason to ask you if there is anything to hide. Because you act like you don't have anything to hide.

You are sneaky like that. You make people believe you don't really have anything to hide and act like one of them when you are in front of them. And that more than anything probably makes them believe that you are just like them. When in reality you are nothing like them.

They are kids, young and still naïve even after everything that has happened. They believe in each other, they trust in each other. They trust each other with their lives. They laugh like normal children are supposed to, do normal things, and speak of normal things. Unaware of the cruelty that the mafia has to yet offer.

You are adult, even thought you are trapped in infants body, you are not young, definitely not naïve and I know you haven't been for many years. I wonder if there has been a time when you have been. I know you don't trust anybody, at least not enough to risk your life for them. But then again, how could I know. You don't laugh, neither do I, but that is completely understandable. We are adults, we are part of mafia and we know what it brings along itself.

That is probably the reason that you, and me, train the future Guardians of the Vongola like there were no other day. Like it would be their last battle, last breath and last day because, we want them to understand that mafia is like that. Always something is last. Something is last for somebody. I understand why you too want them to understand that, because they already stole your heart, they already have a place in your heart. Just like they have a place within my heart.

But I can't be sure. You have never really said anything about them, haven't said anything about Ryohei. How he is something you have the need to protect. I couldn't know. I can't read your mind. I can't read your secrets or your feelings or anything else that's going on inside your head.

I don't know how you feel about Ryohei or the other Guardians. Or the whole Vongola family. I don't know how you feel when we watch them have fun like children should. I don't know how you feel about the other arcobaleno's. I don't know how you feel about the curse. I don't know how you feel about me.

That more than anything makes me uncomfortable.

When we are alone, talking about Vongola, the kids or anything else, was it then for example the weather, I don't know how you feel. What you are thinking.

I never know if the smiles you give me are fakes or not. I never know if the laugh you give me is real. I never know if the looks your eyes give me are real or are you hiding something behind them. I never know if you really are yourself. I never…

I can't read you at all. And it's making me feel anxious. Because I feel like I don't know anything. I feel like the most helpless person in the world and it's making me angry because, I can't think of a reason why I am so bothered by you, or by your thoughts.

And now that you are touching my cheek with your hand gently, making me want to cringe away, I don't know if you really are touching me gently or is it some kind of way to amuse yourself with my bothered feelings. And the warm smile you are giving and the eyes that are looking at me tenderly, are they fake? Are you just messing around with me? But I can't ask those questions, because that would be too much for my pride.

And when you lean closer I think that maybe this is you. Maybe there are no secret motives. When you kiss me slightly on the cheek I'm still not sure. Then you smirk at me and leave, leaving me there, standing alone and slightly humiliated. And the discomfort comes back, slapping me in the face on the process.

I still don't know what you are thinking.

Right. That's actually how I feel about them. Well, mostly. Reborn being all stressed out because he doesn't know what Colonello is thinking. And now I have an Colonello-kissing-Reborn's-cheek image stuck on my head. Makes me want to write fluffy story of them. Don't just know how.

Reviews anybody?