A/N:
this was a very considerate and understanding request from ADDBaby (nice name lol)
now, i know this lovely person wasnt the first one to ask for a more chapters, but
i mean
i never get requests
and
this one was just so
kind
:'I
so i guess im kind of
"back"
:/
nonotreallysorrybutyeahIhaveagoodoutsidelifenowso
DISCLAIMER THAT WASN'T THERE THE FIRST TIME: Tsuna did have a sister in the one-shot, but the serialized version didn't... I suppose only my Tsunahime is partially mine and partially canon? Sad that KHR! ended, but I'm also glad it didn't go on like Bleach when it could have ended... (._.)
"Courage is grace under pressure."
Tsunahime was the tender age of nine when she first seriously contemplated the fact that nobody knew who she was.
At first, she'd thought it was because she almost never said a word, or caused any racket in the apartment. She was an obedient little thing―she did as she was told by her adoptive father because she saw nothing good come from being a bad child.
Reborn expected her to be good, and his expectations were met. Tsunahime also expected him to be good, and that, more or less, was met as well.
When someone came knocking on the door, she stayed silent, no matter who the person knocking claimed themselves to be. She didn't fully comprehend Reborn's job or what he did for it, but she knew enough to not open the door to anyone if it wasn't the dark hitman.
She did notice, however, that not one visitor ever asked for her to let them in. No "little girl, open the door", or "I know you're in there, kid", not even "isn't Reborn raising a child?"
Just usually "hello, is anyone in there" and "let us in, Reborn" and "we are in need of your expertise".
Not a single word or phrase that implied of her presence in the apartment, and Tsunahime thought it was sort of odd.
From what she'd gathered, her foster father was famous. And she learned from the television that if someone was famous, people clamored to find out everything about them.
Reborn was famous, but hardly anyone knew anything about him... or at least his personal life. The tiny girl pondered if it was because people knew what he was capable of and feared the consequences of revealing―or trying to, anyway―anything about the inside story of the strongest hitman in the world.
That was probably it, actually. Tsunahime settled on that resolution and shrugged to herself, ignoring the pounding on the door and the shouting outside quite well.
The little brunette rolled her big brown eyes uncharacteristically at the racket today's visitors were making. Give it some time, and they would go away, but these people made it seem like they were never going to.
And from the absence of neighbors in the apartment trying to make them stop signified that these visitors weren't exactly friendly―they were the kind that Reborn did business with, the kind that he told her specifically to never show her presence to.
After about one more minute of rather annoying noise outside the door leading to Reborn and her living compartment, Tsunahime heard sentences that caught her drifting attention.
"Can't we just kick the goddamn door in?"
"Unless you want to get yourself killed, go ahead."
"Well... not like rumors are true, why would this one be? Let's do it."
"'Let's'? Oh, no, not me. You do it, since you're so fucking brave."
"Fine, I will. Gimme a sec."
Almost instantly then she remembered that Reborn had told her to hide as well. She got to her feet quietly and immediately looked for a place to conceal herself in.
Not the living room, they would ransack it the moment they busted in. And besides from behind the TV, there were no good places to hide.
Tsunahime turned and padded lightly over to her and Reborn's room, but then thought against it. They would go to there next to search for whatever they wanted. The big wardrobe seemed like a nice place to hide, but that too would be checked.
Frowning, she glanced over to the closet and at once looked away just as quickly. She went over to the window and looked down the best she could with her lacking height. Too far down, she sighed mentally.
The only option left was the kitchen.
With puffed cheeks and raised eyebrows, the little girl considered it. The kitchen was her domain―she ruled it (mostly) and knew it like the back of her hand. The counter was connected to the stove, and where the counter stopped was the refrigerator. Above the refrigerator that took up half the space was a roomy built-in cabinet that stretched across the one entire side of the kitchen.
She could hide there, inside that; it looked like a part of the wall and had no handles, it worked with a pushing mechanism. Making her decision, she took out the biggest pot from under the sink. Placing the pot on top of the counter, she pulled herself over and picked up the big cooking ware, putting it over her head as she stepped carefully over the stove so that not a single creak or metallic groan was made.
A single loud bang echoed through the apartment, earning it a flinch from Tsunahime. The unfriendly visitors were starting their break-in mission.
Well, she thought to herself with a quiet scoff, I'm almost finished with mine. With that, she put the pot down and stepped on it to climb onto the top of the refrigerator. She shivered at the cold touch of the freezer, but quickly composed herself and turned herself around, reaching with both hands for the pot.
Keeping it within arms reach, she pushed at the cabinet and opened it wide as it unlocked with a soft click. Sliding inside backwards, she placed the big pot outside and tucked her hand into the sleeve a little. With a sharp tug, the cabinet clicked shut.
The space inside was a bit cramped, but she was lucky that she at least fit and thanked her genes―whoever it was from―that she was unusually small for her age. It was a tight fit on the sides, but height wise it was enough for two of her. Length wise, she had enough for another head.
Tsunahime had thought her toes touched something hard (strange, there was nothing kept up here) when the sound of crashes and rough shouting reached her ears. A wall-vibrating dull thud told her that the men and knocked over the television―which she thought was unnecessary if they were looking for something, maybe they were here for revenge of some sorts?
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the short screech of metal, indicating that the frame for the bed Reborn shared with her was bent. The TV hadn't upset her that much, she could live without it―but the bed?
She lowered her eyes dejectedly. So many nice memories were spent on that bed, ranging from the questionable but exciting tales her adoptive father would tell her as a bedtime stories to just taking a quiet and peaceful moment to take in each other's presence.
The next victim wasn't hard to pinpoint, the unmistakable chaos of wood breaking practically splintered in her ears. Tsunahime tried not to cry, but her eyes watered anyway. Those terrible men were trashing her home and she could do nothing about it.
Sniffing quietly, she shifted her numbing legs and flipped herself to her back. The tips of her sock-covered toes bumped against something solid. A quizzical look replacing her previous sullen one, she carefully picked the object up and brought her knees to her chest, hands reaching down to grab the mysterious item.
It was dark inside the cabinet, and her young eyes couldn't even pick out the outline of the thing. So she ran her fingers over it, her eyes growing wider and wider has she recognized the shape.
Reborn's Reverse One Ton Mallet.
...or what it seemed to be.
The little girl peered closer at the weapon, wondering why she was able to pick it up when it was, well, one ton.
But then again, Reborn could pick it up. And he wasn't that much stronger than her... was he?
Tsunahime shrugged and held the so-called "one ton" mallet in the air, looking blindly at it. She focused all her concentration at the hammer-like object, hoping the intensity of it would distract her from hearing the two men destroy her home.
What's Reborn doing? The curious thought whispered in her mind, taking her away to imagination and slowly drifting into dreamland. I hope he's doing well. She really did, because this was happening to her. When something bad happened, specifically to her, somehow her foster father would be able to tell and voiced out his knowing of it. Then he'd somehow fixed it, with either the force of his own power, or just some simple but precious words.
She missed him already. The tiny brunette didn't know what time it was, it felt as if it were forever since she'd hid in the kitchen cabinet. But reality informed her that it hadn't been long after the not-so-friendly visitors barged into her home, and even before then she remembered it was almost time that Reborn came back to her.
Turning so that she laid on one side, her eyes finally decisively closed and she sank into a sleep.
The Reverse One Ton Mallet slipped from her grasp.
Something was wrong.
Reborn felt a sense of wrongness throbbing in the back of his mind, keeping him from focusing on the "conversational argument" (which he knew was bullshit, this group of so-called "strongest" only bickered and fought like school children) taking place before him.
His crossed legs were an involuntary act of trying to contain his inner discomfort. In act, everything about him at the moment was cross. His legs, his arms, and the worst of them all, his mood.
Leon seemed to notice his human partner's unwelcome anxiety and nervously curled and uncurled his tail at an erratic pace. The world could do without a cross Reborn. A cross Reborn only made things worse in life.
The darkly-dressed hitman tightened his jaws, tapping his arm impatiently with one finger. He wanted this to be over with already, there was really no point in this "meeting". Every time the strongest gathered either someone (or more) got hurt, or it was full of annoying, completely unnecessary, nerve-testing, chatter and arguing.
After a couple more seconds of what felt like an eternity for him, Reborn finally got fed up. He stood suddenly without warning, startling almost everyone in the isolated metal room, including himself. It wasn't like him to make such jerky movements―he was a smooth, suave character, not some jittery fool.
But by god, he felt like one.
And almost everyone were surprised by this.
Almost everyone... except Luce.
As the designated "sky" of their little group of seven, naturally she noticed how unusually twitchy her "sun" was behaving. She thought of voicing her own concerns, but then she caught herself.
Reborn didn't really like being worried after. The best she could do was...
"You may leave, if you wish."
The world's strongest hitman jumped a few millimeters in his seat, having not expected it. He gave his "sky" a sharp look, daring her to reveal his problem to everyone in the metal room. Luce merely smiled at his glare and tilted her head loftily, inclining to the steel doors.
She repeated, a bit quieter and firmer, "You can leave." A hand rubbed her growing belly involuntarily. "I understand."
Sometimes, Reborn hated that Luce seemed to know everything. Being a seer gave her a huge advantage to every situation, including against himself. It made him feel antsy―he was slowly getting used to it, but it still made him extremely wary of her.
But right now, he was grateful for it. With a curt nod, he turned sharply on his heel, ignoring the protests and jibes shouted after him. He just barely held himself back from running until he exited the abandoned metal building.
Maybe he was being silly, but as the chaos inside him built up to dangerous levels, he found that he didn't care.
Reborn revved the care engine and gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles went white.
His daughter had better be safe.
A/N:
yes, i am doing this to you
a cliffhanger
i suppose :p
now all of you gotta wait another half year for the next one LOLS
yeahnotfunnysorry
welllllll
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(that quote didnt really make up reborn's actions did it..
oh, well
you go hime!)