Reborn Prov
The person who the arms belonged to only sighed he had only came home to check on his guest when he had heard the screaming. He had heard a lot of screaming in his line of work but this was horrible it sounded like a person who lost everything and was on the brink of sanity.
It was the first time he had panicked in a long time and he did not like it, he did not like how he felt around his mysterious guest he felt protective and possessive like he had always know the boy.
He had been on a job when he had came across him he had been bleeding but the thing that he found odd was the wounds they had been in a triangular like lines but upside down some where inside of him whispered 'it was like what an angels wings would look like ripped out' but he ignored it believing it was crazy.
He did not know why he had to bring the teen home but he had felt the need to and then patched him up and put him in the spare room.
He was never like this he was a hitman hell he was the world greatest hitman, he was Reborn the strongest of the Acrobaleno, a part of the strongest seven and he never acted like this but here he was worried about the teen who he knew nothing about not even his name just that h was wounded with wearied shaped wounds and was found in the middle of the forest.
He sighed man he was sighing a lot lately and went to take a shower then go to bed hopefully tomorrow he would get answers without a crying teen but he knew what ever happened to the teen was bad and it was probably going to take a while to recover.
As he laid down is his bed he tried to block out the sound of the teens screaming and get some sleep because no mater how he wished otherwise he knew it was going to be a long day tomorrow.