Enjoy, Happy Annual Thanksgiving feast no. 2! This one was close, but I hope you enjoy the meal and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own KHR
Reborn hurriedly pinpointed the distant sound, before taking off through the hallways, Byakuran and Xanxus following closely.
The raven was like a blur, but, with difficulty, the two followed him to a long hallway of doors.
The weeping was much louder now, but echoed.
"You can't get any closer?" asked the albino, who was finally getting interested.
"No," Reborn answered, before lunging for the nearest door, slamming it open. "It's a bedroom, and I'd be willing to bet all 9 are!" he shouted. This one, although dusty, was neat with a deep purple comforter and rug, lavender and gray cloud print wallpaper, and white furniture.
The other two followed, albeit hesitantly, to the next 2 doors.
"This one's green!" the Gesso boss shouted, quickly scanning over the mahogany bed with a green canopy and comforter, white carpet, mahogany furniture and the yellow and green zig-zag walls for any sign of life.
Xanxus opened the next door, to reveal a king sized bed with indigo sheets and silver patterns, reminding Xanxus of a royal seal he'd seen in one Vongola's history books. The furniture and carpet was black and the walsl were indigo with black and silver...patterns. Optical illusions that trick the eye. Shaking his head, the raven moved on.
"Yellow," Reborn muttered, more to himself than the other two. He is the Sun Arcobaleno; how ironic he got the yellow bedroom. It had huge windows, white painted furniture, yellow comforter, yellow polka dot walls, and a crucifix on the wall. Making a mental reminder of that, he moved one.
They went through a blue, red, orange and guest bedroom with no sign of anyone. Finally, Reborn reached the last one, as the end of the hallway. It was probably the largest, and it was facing the back of the mansion.
He swung the doors open with not an ounce of hesitation.
A young man, a little on the short side, but still an adult.
His caramel hair reach the floor, and he wore black slacks, a white dress shirt, and an orange tie. A black tail coat was draped over a chair next to the brunette
His eyes, chocolate, were soul piercing, were red and puffy. They flickered orange-
"Find anyone?" Byakuran eagerly asked. Reborn turned his head only a second as the other two joined him, but when he turned back, the mysterious man was gone, leaving the chair and coat in the middle of the room.
"Some bedroom," muttered Xanxus.
The entire wall facing them was a window, with the full moon lighting the room dimly.
A silver chandelier hung from the high ceiling, glittering from the moonlight, and several more paintings hung around the wall.
The only furniture besides the chair, was a couch to the far left and a toppled coffee table on the far right.
Before Reborn was able to go and investigate the paintings, however, Xanxus stopped him.
His large hand was gripped tightly on the hitman's shoulder, eyes wide and pupils dilated. Sweat dripped from his face, as he tried to remain stoic.
Reborn raised an eyebrow, hidden by his fedora.
"Do you hear that?" he asked, barely a murmur.
Byakuran, who was getting ready to fire a sharp remark, froze, as did Reborn.
Scratching.
Soft, but getting louder. They were slow scraps, walking down down the hallway just before the bedrooms.
The hitman could feel Xanxus tense, and if it was any other situation than this, he would have teased the teenager senseless.
But not with a possible spirit stalking toward them with something sharp, that could kill them.
Xanxus ripped out his gun, and aimed for the corner.
"Seriously, Xanxan? You're just going to point that thing at whatever you don't like?"
"Damn you! I'll point my guns wherever the fu(dge) I want! You have a problem with that?! Deal with it!"
Reborn pried the scarred raven's hand off his shoulder, and waited for the source of the scrapping to arrive.
Right when they were the loudest, and it was probably just round the corner, it stopped.
"What!? You piece of trash, getting us all excited for nothing! I kill you!" shouted the Varia leader as he charged toward the corner.
Byakuran laughed, and followed him once he round the corner.
Reborn just sighed, muttering something along the lines of 'energetic brats'. He was about to follow them as well, when an eerie chill ran up his spine. He didn't like the foreign cold; he was usually the one causing it, and he was not enjoying the switch in roles.
"...Who are you?" the raven asked cautiously, slowly turning back around to the empty room.
"...I should be asking the same," a raspy voice said. It was soft, but held no malice or evil intent, which Reborn found strange. What was the scratching then?
Reborn remained silent, fedora shadowing his face. He leaned against the door frame, so he could actually sort out his thoughts.
He was talking to a ghost.
The ghost probably lived in the late 1400s.
This ghost also probably had a large family at one point.
This ghost is also the one that weeps, meaning he's sad.
Why is he sad?
Who was he?
What is his name?
Where is his family?
The hitman had a lot of questions. Hell, this situation itself was ridiculous.
"You're my first visitors in a long time. I get...lonely."
Reborn hesitated.
It was true that he hadn't seen any signs of vandalism. Not even a broken window.
"I am the World's Greatest Hitman, Reborn."
It also hesitated, filling the large space with an uncomfortable silence as the Arcobaleno waited for a response.
It chuckled, echoing loudly within the halls. Finally, after a few moments, the brunet appeared again, in the same place.
"That reminds me of the last visitor," he said, picking up his coat and sitting down on the chair.
Reborn wanted to scoff. Some other mafia boss had the same idea as Nono. That was hilarious.
"Why'd you chase my...associates away?" Reborn asked after a moment of thinking.
"I'd figured you'd be funner to talk to."
"And why's that?"
The brunette turned to face him for the first time. He was deathly pale, and his lips were in a tight line.
"You were the most peaceful spirit."
That was a strange reason, one Reborn couldn't comprehend, so, he decided to ignore and move on.
"What year is it?" he asked suddenly, turning back to the moon.
"20XX, why?"
"It's been over 400 years since my last visitors died."
"Okay, who are you? I'm getting tired of you stalling."
"Oh...that's...saddening," he said slowly, with something of remorse in his tone.
"But, unfortunately, our time is up. Well, more accurately, my time is up, so I suggest you run and get you 'associates' before...he comes out."
"He? Wait! Give me something! I don't want to leave with nothing and come back just as clueless!" Reborn shouted. For some reason, he didn't like that sad look on the specter's face.
"You'll...come again?"
He relaxed a bit at the brightening of his features.
"Of course. You're pretty fun to talk to yourself."
"Alright. I'll try and bid you a safe exit. Just follow Natsu and you should be safe," he said with a smile.
"And?"
"And...my name… I'm...Tsuna."
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