Trigger: N/A
Warnings: N/A
Important Stuff:
Small OC Cheat Sheet
Spirits:
Zephyr -The wind spirit that Reborn met in the Spirit World.
Kamikawa - The origami spirit that Reborn exchanged information with.
Engetsu - Silver kitsune that Reborn met in the Spirit World. Knows Ayame.
Meishi - A green falcon that lives in the Sawada Household
Farran - the woman who challenged Fon
Ienari's Guardians:
Matsushita Hachirou - Ienari's best friend. Captain of the Judo Club. Lightning Guardian
Akemi Kaori - President of Ienari's fanclub. Black Hair, Purple Eyes. Sun Guardian
Kakusu Hideki - Former student council president, son of politician. Red Rimmed Glasses. Mist Guardian
Koujin Fuun - Ninja assassin. Dark purple hair, crimson eyes. Kunais as weapons. Cloud Guardian
Inmen Hisen - Mochida's cousin. Ienari's crush. Hime-cut black hair and ocean blue eyes. Rain Guardian
Others:
Hibari Koumei - Kyoya's Father. Interpol Agent.
Hibari Yun - Kyoya's Mother. Deceased. Fon's sister.
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Sudden Trip
"A trip? Now?" Reborn asked, staring at Ayame. Just what was she playing out? Sure, summer vacation was just about to start, but to leave this weekend, to leave tomorrow, meant the kids would be skipping four days. He thought education was important to Ayame. In fact, the side tutoring that Reborn did with Tsuna was one of the few things they agreed upon!
No matter how terrible of a school Namimori Middle was, it was completely out of character for Ayame to pull them four days early.
"It's just to the beach," Ayame said loftily. She was largely ignoring Reborn's presence, focusing on the slice of cake in front of her. "The kids could use a break."
"Why now?" Reborn pressed.
"I have a feeling that I'm going to be busy next week," Ayame said dryly.
Reborn blinked. There was something ominous in Ayame's words.
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Chase
"I heard Dame-Tsuna is leaving early to go on summer vacation!"
"Dame-Tsuna thinks he can just skipped school like that! Starting summer vacation before all of us!"
"Hah! Well it isn't like his grades are going to get any worse!"
Hidden in the bushes, waiting for them to pass by, Tsuna cringed. He morosely stared down at the dirt, willing himself to be smaller. The tight suffocating clawed at his throat, choking him. It felt like the bullies were back at their peak form, swinging insults at Tsuna even more frequently than usual.
As their footsteps faded away, Tsuna poked his head out of the bushes. He glanced at the school building, mentally apologizing to Kyoya and fled the school grounds.
He didn't think he could stay any longer today.
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Search Party
"What do you mean Tsuna didn't come back?" Hana asked flatly. She stared down at Takeshi and Hayato, both were cowling under her gaze.
Takeshi's ever present smile shattered. "We were cleaning up after gym class and Tsuna went out to throw trash. It was right around the corner."
"I failed Tsuna-sama!" Hayato lamented. "I should have taken the trash!"
"Tsuna didn't come back," Takeshi said. "And he isn't answering his phone."
"That… isn't good," Chrome said. She glanced at the clock, revealing the class was about to start and no Tsuna in sight.
"It's not like Tsuna to up and leave without informing us," Kyoko agreed with a frown.
"Someone go tell Kyoya-senpai," Hana said. "We'll comb the school from top to bottom. He may just be hiding on the school grounds. If we can't find him, we'll call the others."
"Neesan is going to freak," Takeshi said with a wince. "With the Varia expected to show up any day now, for Tsuna to go missing now, means Neesan is going to assume the worse."
"So will Reborn," Hayato added. "We're dead."
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Two Swordsmen
"VOI! Watch where you're going!" Squalo snapped as a young Japanese teenage bumped into him, having come out of nowhere from around the corner.
"Sorry," the teen apologized with a smile.
Squalo spotted the katana the teen was carrying. It looked like a normal bamboo shinai, but Squalo could tell it was deceptively hiding its true nature: a sword, a real one, not a cheap manufactured one. You just didn't see that in this day and age.
"What's a kid like you carrying a dangerous weapon?" Squalo asked.
"It's a bamboo shinai," the kid said, smile never wavering.
"Bullshit," Squalo said. "That's a real fucking sword. Kids shouldn't carry around a fucking real weapon unless they're prepared to use it." His excitement rose as he watched the kid slide into readied stance. Forget trying to find the fucking Decimo wannabe. Squalo didn't think he would find a real challenge here in this small little town, but there was something about this kid that demanded that Squalo face him.
He drew his own sword, leaping at the kid. "VOI PREPARED YOURSELF!"
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Leviathan in the Forest
"Hah! I will be the first one to find the rat and bring him before Xanxus-sama!" Levi said to himself. He prowled through the forest, searching behind every tree.
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Fashionistas
Lussuria hummed to himself as he browsed through the fabulous selection of clothes. He should be looking for the Decimo Candidate, but he saw the sale and couldn't resist. When was he going to be in Japan again? Surely no one would mind if he took a small break to pick up one little outfit.
"Hahi! Not that one! It'll look terrible on you!"
Lussuria turned around to see a small brown haired girl behind him. She pulled out a beautiful jacket in a wonderful shade of red off the rack and handed it to him. "This would match so better!" she announced.
He had to agree. It was a better shade of red.
Before he could thank her, she had vanished. "What a strange child," Lussuria remarked. "Good taste, but a strange child."
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Storm Clouds
Belphegor was walking down the street when a body collided into him. All he saw was silver hair as he pulled out his knives, ready to cut up whoever dared to run into him.
"Oi! Out of the way bastard! We don't have time for you!"
"Ushishi, a lowly peasant tries to run over a prince?" Bel said. He leapt forward at his target, determined to kill the boy where he stood. His knives didn't hit the target as the boy was pulled back by the collar of his shirt and Bel found himself staring down the business end of a gun barrel.
"I'm sorry," a brown-haired girl said politely. Her smile while friendly looking sharply contrasted with the weapon she had leveled at his face. "We're in a rush." Without any hesitation she fired at him, just narrowly missing Bel and focusing him to jump backwards to put some space between him and her.
Just as he landed, another bullet buried itself in the ground next to his foot and he was forced to retreat further. By the time he knew it, she had put some distance between them and had disappeared into the crowd.
"Ushishishi. This town is interesting," Bel said.
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A Housewife
Mammon floated through the rows of shelves in the marketplace, carefully tracking map. The others had vanished and that was fine. All Mammon had to do was to find the Decimo Candidate before the others.
"Ara, how cute!"
Mammon let out an irritated sigh a brown-haired woman cooed over them. Not another one. "Excuse me," Mammon said, trying to escape as quickly as possible.
"Ahh, of course dear. You must be on your first errand," the woman cooed.
Mammon bite back the other wave of annoyance. Another person belittling their appearance. They ignored the wave from the woman, floating off.
Actually, that woman looked familiar, now that Mammon thought about it. They came to a stop as the heavy feeling of being watched ran down their spine. Mammon twirled around, seeing no one else in the aisle.
The sound of wings escaped them as well as the subtle and small alteration of their map.
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Duel to the Draw
Squalo had a bloodthirsty grin on his face. This kid was good! Way better than expected. He swung downward only for the kid to intercept it and block it, shoving the screaming civilians out of harm's way. The kid was still soft and squishy, the naive one that still believed in things like protecting the innocent. But the potential!
For a small town, Squalo hadn't expected to find such potential.
"Not bad kid," Squalo said as they pulled apart. The street was now empty. The last of the civilians had fled, leaving them a wide-open battlefield for them to fight on. Now they could fight without holding back.
The kid merely smiled, but Squalo could read the kid's own eagerness for battle behind it. "Thanks," the kid said.
"What's your name?" Squalo asked, pointing his sword the kid.
To his surprise, the kid's smile dropped, instantly replaced with one of pure terror. His sword flickered back to its bamboo cover and he looked like he was ready to bolt away. Squalo turned, sensing someone behind him… only for a rock to slam into his face.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Squalo shouted, wearing the blood from his new gash on his forehead.
"YOU STUPID MONKEY!"
A black-haired girl came out of nowhere, fuming. She ignored Squalo and grabbed the kid by his ear twisting. "Did you forget what we were doing? Do you want to explain the situation to Neesan?!" She began to drag the kid off.
"VOI! We're in the middle of the battle!" Squalo protested. This chick couldn't just come in and interrupt their fight. It was just getting to the good part! He ducked as another rock came sailing at him. Where the fuck where she getting those rocks?
"I don't have time to deal with you!" the girl shouted at him. "We're busy! Consider the fight a draw and go away!"
What the fuck.
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Ice Cream Fun Times
Xanxus growled, irritable. It was fucking hot, the town, while small, still had a lot of ground to cover. They knew what the fucking trash looked like, but where exactly he was was unknown.
He had been prowling the streets all morning long, but the search had turned up empty. Now the sun was high in the sky, blazing hot and unbearable. He stalked over to a shady bench, hauling himself onto it.
"What?" Xanxus snapped. There was a blue haired kid already sitting on the bench with a cup of melting ice cream, staring at him with wide red eyes.
"Ah, n-nothing," the kid stuttered out. "You look like you could use some ice cream?" he finished lamely, pointing to the small cart parked a few trees away.
Xanxus scowled. "I don't want fucking ice cream. It can't be any good if you're letting it melt," he said, words razor sharp.
The kid deflated, swirling the melted liquid with his spoon. "I thought it would cheer me," he said. "It isn't helping."
"Of course, ice cream wouldn't help," Xanxus said with a snort. Stupid naive kid. Civilians. Life wasn't all roses and rainbows and only idiots believed things like ice cream would actually help. "It isn't some fucking magic that could solve life's problems. Life sucks, deal with it."
"The only other option is violence," the kid remarked calmly.
That peaked Xanxus's interest. 'Oh? Maybe not such an idiot,' he thought. "Do you need someone killed?" he asked mildly. He would do it for free too. It would be a great way to let off some steam. There was also the additional bonus to sending an advance warning to that scumbag who dared to challenge him.
The kid let out a bitter laugh. Hmm, so not all sunshine. "Thank you, but no thank you," the kid said. "There's a long list of people who called dibs over you."
Interesting. Abusive parent maybe? That usually got normal people riled up and willing to take up arms when they normally wouldn't have.
Another kid dropped out of nowhere. Xanxus narrowed his eyes, assessing the newcomer. Black hair and sharp gray eyes, Xanxus could tell this one was a fighter. The kid held his gaze, never wavering or backing down.
"Baby omnivore," the black-haired kid said, still pinning with Xanxus with a look.
"Senpai," the blue haired kid answered.
"You have everyone worked up. Fix it before they disrupt the entire town."
The blue haired kid dumped his ice cream in the trashcan and sighed. "Yeah, I figured." The kid threw Xanxus a smile. "Thanks."
Xanxus waved him off. Stupid kid. He had better things to do. He watched as they left. They had just reached the edge of the park when for a split second, the blue haired kid was replaced with a brown haired one… that looked exactly the Decimo Candidate that Xanxus had been hunting for. His eyes widened as he leapt off the bench after the two brats.
It had been a fucking trick! He reached the edge of the park, looking up and down the street to find them gone. Xanxus growled. The fucking trash. "I'm going to destroy you, Sawada Ienari."
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Scolding
"Xanxus, really? Tsuna!"
"Sorry Neesan. I didn't realize it was him until he sat down."
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An Interesting Town
"What the hell happened to you, trash?" Xanxus snapped as Squalo, the last member to show up with a bandage around his forehead.
"Met an interesting brat," Squalo said.
"Me too," Bel said.
"This is town is full of interesting people," Lussuria said with a hum; tapping his index finger against his chin.
"I apologize for not finding the Decimo Candidate!" Levi said with a bow.
"This is the first time my map has led me wrong," Mammon said.
Xanxus scowled. "The scumbag found me and had the nerve to try and trick me," he growled, blood boiling. Mist Flames? Probably. Maybe that meant the black-haired kid was one of his Guardians. "Let's find the fucking hitman and get this Ring Battle settled."
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Beach Vacation
Hayato blinked. Huh. "I thought we were going to the beach?" he asked.
"We are," Tsuna said.
"Then why are we at the airport?" Mukuro asked, glancing warily at the passport he had just been handed.
"Oh!" Tsuna said. "Did Neesan forget to mention she meant a trip to Hawaii?"
"I worked very hard this year," Ayame called over her shoulder. "If I want to take my favorite kids on a trip this year to a beach on a tropical island, that is my prerogative."
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Ring Battle Setup
Reborn was mentally cursing Ayame in every language he knew. She had to have known. When the hell was she going to tell him that the Varia had shown up? Right after she left with Tsuna and his friends for their beach trip (to where, no one would tell him.)
"We will now explain the rules of the Ring Battle," the pink haired Cervello woman announced.
Reborn listened with half attention, choosing to examine the Varia instead. They were fired up for some reason and if glares could kill, the glare that Xanxus was throwing Ienari could have killed him ten times over. Ienari and his group were sporting equally bloodthirsty grins.
Reborn silently despaired. He tugged the rim of his hat down. This was going to go so horribly.
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Sun Ring Battle
Lussuria couldn't help but sigh in disappointment. Everyone else had talked about how they met some interesting kids, kids who could actually provide a challenge but it seemed those kids didn't come. Squalo and Bel were both exceptionally pissed that the kids they had run into hadn't appeared.
"Such a pretty face," Lussuria said.
"I don't want to hear that from you!" Kaori snapped.
"It's a shame," Lussuria carried on, ignoring the young girl's angry words, "that I have destroy it."
The battle that followed after wasn't even worth putting into words."
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Lightning Ring Battle
"Hmph," Levi said, swinging his parabola behind to holster it. He stared down at the crumbled charred form of Hachirou. "Even you can't stand up to might of my Levi Volta attack."
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What Could Have Been (Storm Ring Battle)
"What mockery is this?" Bel snarled as he slashed at Kensuke. Kensuke grimace as another knife tore through his skin. He managed to blow another set of knives; Storm Flames burning through the invisible wires that Bel set up. It was hardly enough as Bel flung another set of knives, easily bypassing Kensuke's weak defense.
"Don't give up Kensuke!" Ienari shouted.
"Kensuke! You can do better than that!" Hisen roared from the sidelines.
"This is so painful to watch, kora," Colonnello muttered softly.
"We knew those three were the weakest," Fon replied evenly. His lips were pursed into a thin line, looking troubled.
"Does anyone else get that feeling that this is completely wrong?" Skull asked no one in particular.
Reborn didn't say anything, eyes transfixed on the battle. Skull was right. Ienari and his Guardians just paled in comparison to Tsuna and his friends. This battle was one sided so far, for a good reason and Ienari's chosen Guardians simply didn't shine the way Tsuna and his friends did. It was no wonder why the Varia were so furious.
The Varia probably still would have won the Lightning Ring Battle; Tsuna would have never let Lambo fight and Haru had only recently woken her Flames. But Ryohei would have been an even match for Lussuria. Gokudera or Hana may have had some trouble with Bel, but Reborn could easily see how either of them could have overcame Bel. Yamamoto was a swordsman on par with Squalo and there was no contest, no matter who the Varia sent out for Cloud Ring battle. Kyoko or Hibari would have destroyed them. If Mukuro could be persuaded, the Mist Ring Battle could go either way.
Then there was just no comparison between Xanxus and Tsuna. Not when Tsuna's Sky Flames burn purer and brighter than Reborn had ever met, even Luce. Not when Tsuna's golden swords, flew independently and fast, working in tandem; as if you were up against multiple opponents at once. Not when Tsuna's strange affinity with light that Reborn still didn't quite understand lurked as a hidden trump card.
But, no matter how much Reborn wished it to be, no matter how much better of a choice that Tsuna would have been, the truth was it Tsuna had no desire to seek Vongola. It was better that Tsuna fly free, untainted from the darkness of the underworld. He had no desire to shackle his Sky.
"Winner of the battle: Belphegor of the Varia!"
But sometimes, Reborn still wondered what could have been.
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Rain Ring Battle
To say Squalo was fucking pissed was an understatement. You mean to tell him that there was fucking swordsman in the town and the stupid Decimo wannabe brat didn't bother to bring him along? Instead, he got this pretty Japanese girl who looked so delicate that she would break under the tiniest bit of pressure.
What the hell. Were they mocking the Varia? Not taking them serious? Squalo had been mildly impressed that every spy they sent into Namimori didn't return. He had thought that maybe the Decimo candidate was actually fucking smart. But this? This was just pissing him off.
"Don't underestimate me!" Hisen said, slamming her iron fan against Squalo's sword with some serious weight.
Squalo grunted as he was forced to step back to retain his balance. So maybe this little doll had some skills to back it up. He parried another one of her attacks before slicing through her shoulder.
Hisen hissed at him, tearing off her sleeve and using the movement to distract him as she flung her fan at him, sliding through the air like shuriken.
"Getting desperate?" Squalo asked with a smirk. He swung his sword downward only for her to pull out another fan to block him.
"Not at all," Hisen said; her smile razor sharp.
Squalo felt something sharp pierce his side. He glanced down to see the fan the girl had thrown had come flying back at him like a shuriken.
"I thought I should just return the favor," Hisen said. She pulled out a third fan and leap at him.
"Interesting," Squalo said. So, she did have some fangs after all.
"Cut him down Hisen!" Ienari called out.
The two of them clashed, sparks flying as metal hit metal. Blood flew, matching wound for wound. Squalo felt something tingle at the edge of his senses. It felt like Rain Flames. Huh, so not all of these wannabes were completely helpless. At least this one knew about Flames.
He slid back into a readied stance and began to draw up his own Flames in preparation. This battle would be decided in the next attack.
"VOI LET'S END THIS!" he shouted. "ATTACCO DI SQUALO!"
"Prepared to be swept away," Hisen cried out. 'DAIBAKUFU!"
The last thing Squalo knew was a giant tidal wave of water that crashed down on him and swept him away.
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Mist Ring Battle
"A brush?" Mammon questioned as their opponent did nothing but pull out a small pen brush from his pocket.
Hideki pushed up his red rimmed glasses. "They often say that the pen is mightier than a sword." He twirled the pen over his fingers. Then with a flick of his wrist, he drew a kanji 起 in the air, glowing a soft purple.
Mammon wasn't given any time to think of it as forty swords materialized out of the ground, stabbing upward at him. It was followed by a rock dropping from the ceiling that just narrowly missed Mammon before a barrage of arrows pierced their body. Walls snapped up around them, enclosing them in a box as a gas began to fill it.
Mammon's vision blurred, recognizing the variation of knockout gas that was rapidly filling the box. He gasped, trying to summon up the energy to escape.
Impossible. How could have he set up all of these traps up all at once?
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Family Worth (Cloud Ring Battle)
Reborn scowled as he recognized Nono's stilled form being pulled out of the Gola Mosca. Fuun was brutal in his attack and despite being made of metal, it didn't stand much of a chance against Fuun. He hadn't expected Xanxus to use his own father as a pawn in this game.
He hadn't realized how much their relationship had deteriorated.
"Isn't he your dad?" Ienari asked.
Xanxus scowled. "I have no desire to call him father. He isn't family to me."
Ienari's eyes narrowed. "I know that feeling."
Reborn felt a headache growing as he helped Dino's men escort Nono to their car and to the hospital. Of course, that would be the one thing that they would agree upon.
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At the Beach
"Tsunayoshi."
"Yes Mukuro?"
Mukuro studied the smaller boy next to him. When he had arrived at Namimori, Sawada Tsunayoshi and Ienari were nothing like what he expected. Ienari was ignorant as everyone else, but Tsunayoshi knew something, possibly everything. Namimori was a strange, strange, strange town with secrets.
Tsuna ignored Mukuro's gaze, choosing to look out at the horizon instead. The sound of the ocean waves washing up on the sand was soothing. The rest of the group was spread out, playing in the sand and water. A heated volleyball game between Hana, Haru and Kyoko against Hayato, Ryohei and Takeshi was underway. Chrome, Ken, Chikusa and the kids were in what was appeared to be a spirited sand castle competition. Ayame had floating in the water, reading a book of all things as Lancia swam laps. Kyoya was probably lurking somewhere.
Tsuna had been sitting under the umbrella watching them all when Mukuro had joined him.
"Why are we here?" Mukuro asked, choosing for once the direct approach.
Tsuna hummed. "The Ring Battle between the Varia and Ienari is currently taking place in Namimori. Neesan didn't want us to accidentally get dragged into it."
"You really don't want anything to do with Vongola," Mukuro mused. What kind of person didn't crave power? "I've seen how powerful you are and I've spied on your twin's training. He doesn't hold a candle to you. What do you gain out of this?"
Tsuna looked up at him. He patted the spot next to him on the blue blanket. "Take a seat Mukuro. Let me tell you a story."
Mukuro thought about it, feeling as if he was at a crossroad. He had the distinct feeling that whatever he chose to do next, it would determine everything. Mukuro glanced over to where Ken was shouting some nonsense over the sand castles, Chikusa giving him a flat look and Chrome trying to hide her giggles behind her hand.
"Kufufu," Mukuro said, taking a seat. What else did he have to lose at this point?
Later, when they're back at their hotel room, Mukuro took the chance to observe the ring that Tsuna had offered him. A tragedy hidden in plain sight, the story between twins. How he had misjudged. Another layer of the mystery of Namimori had been revealed.
Now the ball was in his court.
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Sky Ring Battle
Ienari ducked as another Sky Bullet came flying towards him. He swung into the air, using his Flames to boost his momentum, swinging his boa staff. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his face, feeling the pressure of Xanxus's flames. It was like being stalked by a monster… but Ienari had faced a bigger and stronger one before.
"You fucking trash!" Xanxus roared at him.
Ienari spun his staff, blocking the barrage of bullets fired his way. He couldn't lose here. He refused to. All the power he could even dream of was within his grasp.
He darted forward, swinging his staff toward. Xanxus stepped backwards before jumping forward to land on the tip of Ienari's staff. Ienari raised his arm to block the roundhouse kick, losing his grip on his weapon in the meantime. Xanxus sent him flying, knocking into a wall.
Ienari staggered to his feet, dark spots dancing across his vision. The growing sight of orange flew at him and he threw up his own Sky Flames in a haste protection. It rammed into him, sending him into the sky. Ienari cursed, as he realized how far off the ground he was. Xanxus was flying towards him, propelled by his Sky Flames.
"You're dead trash!" Xanxus shouted.
Ienari grimace, completely defenseless in the air. He braced himself when he saw it. A slight hesitation on Xanxus' part, as if he hadn't calculated enough power to propel him up to Ienari. Ienari grappled Xanxus' arm, hooking his knee around Xanxus' neck.
Gravity did the rest of the work.
"Winner of the Sky Ring Battle: Sawada Ienari!"
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A Midnight Conversation
Reborn walked back into the quiet Sawada Household. Nana was already asleep, Bianchi too from what it seemed like, having stayed with Nana instead of witnessing the Ring Battles. Ienari had gone to the hospital from his battle wounds with Xanxus and the rest of the kids were with Ayame. Reborn had left Fon to take care of the details with Colonnello and Skull, wanting nothing more to leave this senseless and odd job behind and go home.
Ienari had won. A minute hesitation on Xanxus' part, so uncharacteristic of him, but it had been enough. It left a bitter and sour taste in Reborn's mouth, but this wouldn't be the first job he had that gone horribly wrong in his opinion.
Noise drew his attention and Leon instantly transformed into a gun, falling with ease into Reborn's hand. He silently stalked towards the kitchen.
The light flicked on, revealing Ayame, leaning back on the chair, precariously balancing on the two legs. She swished her glass, the clear liquid dancing; a bottle of sake on the table.
"Ayame," Reborn said, eyes narrowed. He let Leon transform back, but didn't drop his guard. Why was she here? Were the kids back?
"Welcome back Reborn," Ayame said, not looking at him. She set her cup down, chair thumping back down, as she poured another shot. "Come have a drink," she said.
"Where are the kids?" Reborn asked, not moving.
"Still at the hotel. They'll be back tomorrow," Ayame said. "Ienari won, didn't he? I owe you a story." She snorted as she looked down at him. "Don't be so suspicious. If I really wanted to get rid of you, I wouldn't have let you pass the wards into Namimori in the first place. Tsuna wouldn't have stopped me because he would have never known who you were."
Reborn scowled. He took a seat on his booster chair, grabbing the offered cup and drowned it in a single gulp. "What happened between the twins when they were eight?"
Ayame refilled his cup. "Don't be so hasty. It's far more complicated than you could have believed. And it has nothing to do with what happened between the twins when they were eight. That was simply the tipping point."
She looked away from, gazing up at the full moon that hung in the night sky. With a sigh, she turned and pinned Reborn with a sharp gaze; her golden eyes gleaming.
"Tell me, Reborn, what makes you feel safe?"
Bilingual Bonus
Daibakufu - Great Waterfall
起 - to raise, to wake up, to trigger
Man, I'm so worried about this chapter ahaha. So many of you were looking forward to this one and well I'm pretty sure based off the reviews, you weren't really expecting this. I stand by my original tags, this is indeed a Not-Decimo!Tsuna fic.
But! -rubs hands together- we had ice cream fun times with the Varia, Ienari is now secured in his position and -throws confetti- we are now moving into Endgame Arc AKA Big Reveal Arc. I'm so excited to finally be here. The last line Ayame asked Reborn, THIS THE SCENE THAT SPARKED THIS ENTIRE FIC. It's only taken 180k-plus words to get here.
Please leave a review on your way out. I really would love to hear what you thought about this chapter, the Ring Battles, the Varia crashing face first into Namimori's madness.
See you next month.