Title: "People Like Us"
Summary: They all came from different pasts, from different backgrounds. They were broken, shattered, or close to it. And when everyone, even those they had loved, had given up on their existences; he came into their lives with an outstretched hand. "After all, people like us have to stick together."
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the amazing characters of Katekyo Hitman Reborn! I own the plot of this story, though, but I do not own the original KHR!
Chapter Title: "Conversation of Two Saved People"
"It's nice to see all of you once again. Please, take a seat and relax. We have many things to discuss tonight."
Tsuna sighed, tugging his tie till it was limp enough to pull off. He was currently in his room, just arriving a few minutes prior from the meeting he had. It had turned out to be a very interesting and chaotic meeting, indeed. Just as he expected it would be. The twenty-five year old threw the black tie into the chair at his desk, tossing the black jacket he tugged off on top of it.
The Vongola Boss flopped himself down onto the firm, but soft bed. He bounced a bit from the springs in the mattress, arms going up more than his torso before settling. His brown eyes stared at the white dotted ceiling above him, making out the different patterns and shapes hidden within them. Moonlight softly shun into the room from the large window, which was opened and let in a soft breeze.
The cold brush of air against his skin was comforting, and instead of getting up to get ready for bed, he stayed lying down. It had been a long day. He saved his Storm Guardian, who was the first of six of the Vongola Ring holders that he needed to find. If he didn't find and save them soon, he would be forever haunted with his previous Boss's memories.
His eyelids felt heavy as he lay there; trying to fall close and enjoy the luxury of sleep. If that was what you could call it. It wasn't a refreshing thing for him. As soon as his brown eyes closed and he was encased with darkness, all of the hazy memories would turn from static to images. Clips of the past lives of his previous Boss's that would make him confuse his own feelings with theirs.
"It's going to be a long night," Tsuna mumbled sourly. He sat up, making the edge of the bed sink down a bit with the added weight. The brown locks of hair that fell into his face shifted slightly, framing his pale face. His brown eyes were half-lidded, but it didn't matter. He was the only one in the room. "I suppose working a bit more wouldn't be all bad…"
Reborn walked the hallways of the Vongola Manor silently, a soft click of his heels resounding in the empty areas every once in a while. He guessed that if all his Boss heard was nothing but this eerie silence in his coma-like state, he'd want to hear things even in the dead of night.
The Hitman sighed heavily at the thought of the young Vongola Boss. Of course, the brunet didn't appear to be his true age. Just as he didn't. It was a strange thing, to see others like him. So now that even decades from now, he and the others the brunet had chosen would look exactly the same.
The dark-eyed man tilted the fedora on his head down a bit more, shadowing his expression. He hadn't expected the Vongola to progress so far in just two years without him. But they had gained five new recruits. Five of the chosen that they needed to find (Or in Tsuna's mind, save) to free the small brunet.
"Well, aren't we out late," a soft voice from behind him called out. On instinct, the dark-haired man pulled out his gun from his pocket and turned around swiftly.
The gun made a click sound as Reborn turned off the safety, prepared to shoot whomever dare sneak up on him. He hadn't been himself since the meeting had ended. It just seemed so surreal that they only needed to find fourteen more pieces to the puzzle. So surreal that he'd allowed a person to get the better of him.
At the end of the barrage of the metallic weapon in his hand was one of the new recruits. They held up both hands and, despite having the cocked gun pointed at them, had a small smile on their face. It was a man that was smiling at him kindly, and it irritated Reborn thoroughly for some reason.
"Don't sneak up on me," the Hitman mumbled sourly, tucking his weapon back into his jacket. Afterwards, he tilted his fedora down once again, shadowing more of his face. "Chaos, fellow Arcobaleno."
The man tilted his head to the side, a teasing smirk slipping onto his face. He had long black hair that was tied into a single braid, which swished slightly to the side at the tilt of his head. His skin was pale, just like the fedora-wearing man's, and seemed to shine a bit in the moonlight that flooded in through the windows. Those kind eyes were a dark color, but held every bit of good-heartedness he had.
"Forgotten my name already, eh?"
Reborn's own black eyes narrowed in a glare at the teasing tone. The Storm Arcobaleno, from what he'd learned from Tsuna, was like a fox. He was sly and seemed harmless, but was anything but. A tricky little pest, in the Hitman's eyes.
"Don't insult me so," Reborn replied calmly, allowing one of his own smirks to cover his face, "Of course I remember, Storm Arcobaleno Fon. I wouldn't be the world's greatest Hitman if I couldn't remember someone's name."
"I suppose you wouldn't be," Fon agreed. He lifted up on of the long sleeves of his red robe to his face, covering part of his chin. His eyes closed as a particularly bright smile spread across his face. "Tell me, how long have you been saved?"
The Hitman snorted at his choice of words. "Saved? You've been listening to Dame-Tsuna too much," he chuckled lightly. He felt as though he could let his guard down around the longhaired man, as though they already had a strong connection. It should feel this way, Reborn reminded himself; we are fellow Arcobaleno, destined to help complete the puzzle.
"If you must know, I've been 'saved', in Dame-Tsuna's words, for ten years now."
"Ten years," Fon mumbled, looking up in thought. Understanding flashed through his dark-as-night eyes, a small sparkled of interest flooding into them. "You mean to tell me that you're his Spartan tutor? The one that has tortured him since he's awaken?"
For some reason, hearing the word "Torture" made a devious smirk appear on Reborn's pale face. He chuckled lightly once again, thinking back to the good old days. The ones where he would send his Boss (At the time, student) into dangerous perils without a moments thoughts. Oh, how he missed seeing the terrified gleam in those brown eyes, and the ever famous "Hiii" scream he would produce.
The Sun Arcobaleno sighed as though in content, his dark aura surrounding him. It contrasted with the happy, joyful smirk at play on his lips. Fon shivered at the side. The Vongola Boss had been right; this person was very sadistic…