Worried, I rushed over to where he was at the other side of the room. I spoke to him, but he did not answer and the feeling of dread grew inside me. We were inside a room, a classroom, perhaps? Beige walls and light brown desks surround us, but even though the color scheme of the room was light I could feel darkness engulfing everything outside the boundaries of our location, a sanctuary that crumbled with every second Reborn did not answer to my pleas. I looked into his eyes and I couldn't register any sign of rational thinking, wisdom, advice, taunting or anything remotely Reborn-like.
Anxiety coursed through me as something jolted me out of the inspection of my surroundings. Reborn was crying, transparent tears running down his puffy cheeks. I started wiping them off his face but new ones kept appearing, calling out his name, weighing the possibility of the world coming to an end. I had a right to overreact didn't I? This was the world's greatest hitman-no, world's greatest everything-you-can-think-off and he was crying! He was a baby, yes, but at the same time, he wasn't.
At some point, he moved to stand besides Bianchi, never uttering a single word or sound, looked up at her as if pleading to be picked up and soothed, like a baby would. She stared down at him, and then-
I woke up. But I'm still within the dream although I don't know that yet, this is still real. My room is blue now, dark yet clear; it's blue in the same way your eyes see the world when you close them under the sun for more than 5 minutes and then you open them again, you see everything clearly but in shades of blue. I turn around and standing at the side of my bed, there's Reborn.
I'm still trembling and my heart is pounding with fear, that rush is rekindled by the sight of the infant. At this point in time I can't help but wonder whether he's conscious off what he's doing to me. I ask if he's ok, if he's a baby or not, Reborn starts babbling as a reply. I lose the remains of my tranquility (did I ever had it?) I begged him not to do this to me, to show a glimpse of who I thought he was, but he does not comply. I need help someone who can fix this; I think of Tsuna and I dash for the door but-
I woke up, again. And this time, I really did.