Hi hi~~
Man I enjoy writing this lol. I don't remember if there was anything important to say.
Oh right. So I'm thinking 1827? Is that enough? And I say- no. No it is not. There will be All27, there will be possibly a strong 6927 element (because 1. Jealousy is great and 2. 182769- enough said)
Also guys I do enjoy my fics with YAOI elements so if you are uncomfortable please just stick to Ten Flames. Maybe Little Tunafish (since that still isn't going anywhere *sighs*)
+ great job guys for practically predicting what happens when Tsuna gets shot by the bullet. I'm so impressed I'm pissed that I apparently was so predictable lol~
OH OH AND FEEL FREE TO ASK QUESTIONS TO TSUNA/NATSU and co. Since this fic title implies the 4th wall being broken I'm thinking of an omake where characters will answer or show a scene to what the readers will ask. or dare. OMG SOMEONE DARE THEM SOMETHING. Only use characters that have shown up (no spoilers allowed) and I will only choose the ones that inspire/amuse me.
Example- Voice inside Tsuna's head, can you please dance for me?
The brunette sneered, eyes hard in disdain and disgust. "Hell to the fucking no. You fucking perverts. Who do you think I am? Tsuna?"
-end of example. See? That isn't so hard.
Enjoy~~
Looking back on it now Tsuna could almost replay the whole thing in slow motion much like in an anime. A really bad anime. One that was definitely on a low budget because the director wasted it on spoiling his mistress whilst struggling through his gambling issues and needed to waste airtime dawdling by lowering the speed of the plot. Or how a fanfiction writer procrastinates by making their reader read useless crap like the details of the budget of a nonexistent anime.
We may never know for sure.
In reality it happened all in a blurred frenzied moment. The brunette was just about to land a punch past the skylark's defenses, mind readying a snarky comment or four when the noise of glass shattering distracted them.
Steel grey eyes had widened as a bullet sailed through the air right toward the younger teen. Tsuna could hear the voice inside him screaming at him to duck, to move, to anything but his body just refused to respond fast enough. His numb body fell back from the impact of the shot, he could vaguely recall the feeling of him hitting the floor before darkness began to overtake his vision.
The last thing he saw before endless black was steel grey.
'What's going on? I feel like I've been shot.'
We were shot. Pretty sure we're dying.
'Shit. It was the damn baby wasn't it?'
Told you we should have slept in but fucking noOoO.
'Oi. I'm fucking dying here and the last thing I get to hear is your poor sarcasm?!'
It's one of the many services I offer.
'Can I complain to your manager?'
Technically you are my manager, a pretty crappy one at that.
'Well there goes your shot at employee of the month.'
...So this is it huh?
'I guess so. Damn if I knew I was going to die today I would've gotten laid at least once.'
Seriously that's your last regret?
'I have many regrets moron. It's just this one was the one that came to my mind first. Plus I dunno… Don't fucking judge me. I don't want to die a virgin- my blood could be used to summon Satan!- seriously stop fucking judging me.
What about you huh? Don't you have any regrets?'
...
...I wish I could have just a day in control. Not that I mind being the backseat driver but...
'...'
I mean I like you- well it would be pretty crappy if I didn't but sometimes you just got to wonder what it's like-
'No, don't worry I get it. Thanks for telling me that.'
Y-you're not offended?
'Why would I be? Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be you too. It doesn't consume my every waking moment and I don't plot to do something drastic like stupid babies whO SHOOT PEOPLE WITH FUCKING GUNS.'
*chuckles* Seriously, thanks.
'...'
...
'...'
Sooo...
'Oh. My. GOD. How slow does a bullet wound take? Because a heartfelt conversation can only take so god fucking damn long- now this is just bordering on pretty damn awkward.'
H-hey, do you see that orange light?
'What are y- oh. Oh.'
"Omnivore."
For once Hibari felt completely lost as he gripped Tsuna's shoulders tightly, the brunette's head hung limply to the side. If he didn't know better it would look like the brunette was sleeping.
"Omnivore wake up."
Maybe this was one of the teen's strange elaborate yet stupid pranks to tickle his even stranger sense of humor. That seemed like something Tsuna might do. Just wanting to see how far he could shake him up. Well the skylark refused to give him the satisfaction.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi, this isn't funny."
Why wasn't he opening his eyes? By now he should be wide awake with that irritatingly radiant bright smile plastered on his face, honey brown eyes twinkling with mirth as he laughed at the expression on Hibari's face right now. The prefect could imagine it so clearly like it was happening right now.
But it wasn't.
Cold dread seeped past the denial and invaded the raven haired teen's chest. Tsuna had been shot. Tsuna had been shot right in front of him. And he did nothing but watch.
"Tsunayoshi... Please."
His grip tightened though his hands were shaking, trembling as Hibari felt something ache deeply inside him. He didn't understand why this hurt so much but the pain inside him felt excruciating. The crazy teen had been always on his nerves, cocky, unpredictable and frankly just idiotic. But despite everything he had always been there. By his side.
"Tsuna..."
As if by magic a small but vibrant orange flame formed on the smaller teen's forehead. Before the skylark could even register this impossible situation Tsuna's eyes fluttered open revealing dazzling caramel brown but with an orange tinge at the edge. Was that always there?
It looked like the brunette was saying something but right now Hibari wasn't listening. The older teen was too busy trying to understand what was going on. Tsuna was alive? What about the gunshot? What is with the flame on his forehead? Why did he feel so inexplicably happy?
Any more questions on his mind promptly halted however as warm soft lips pushed against his own.
'What the fuck am I doing?!'
Kissing Kyouya from the looks of it. Also- 'Seduce Kyouya with my dying will'? Where the hell did that come from?
'I have no fudging clue! It's weird I can't control my actions at all- am I slipping tongue? Oh god I am! Crap I don't think I've been this embarrassed. Somebody stop me before this fic goes way past PG-15.'
Wait lets see if I can do something.
'What?'
Well you're wish is unfortunately coming true, why wouldn't mine?
'Interesting thought. Fine I give you my blessing, now go before things get too hot and heavy for the readers...
Though ratings might actually go up after this.. Oh you perverts, you.'
Maybe it was because of the strange, sudden emotional storm he experienced before. Maybe it was because he really did kind of hold feelings for this strange omnivore but refused to ever acknowledge the feelings as more than a physical fleeting attraction. Maybe it was both.
Either way Hibari found himself desperately kissing the teen in his arms back, as if Tsuna would vanish again any second. Sparks tingled on his lips at the sensation and the skylark couldn't completely repress the pleasant shivers down his spine.
He didn't even fight the slick appendage asking for entrance to his mouth and groaned at this new sensation. However much to his disappointment and ever growing confusion Tsuna's body flinched and tensed. Suddenly Hibari found himself thrown back and the brunette panting before him.
A part of the older teen wanted to protest at the offending action, another part wanted to kiss again. But mainly Hibari could not stop staring at the brunette. Or at least, his eyes.
They was not a trace of honey brown, not even a shade of brown in those eyes. Just pure dazzling, fiery orange. The exact same orange as the flame still flickering on his forehead.
There was something else other than the change in coloring. Something different yet unexplainable to what exactly the difference was. There was something missing, or maybe there was something new. Hibari didn't know. It was Tsuna and yet... it wasn't.
Or maybe to be more accurate it was still Tsuna, it just wasn't his Tsuna.
"Damn." The brunette breathed out, orange eyes looking down at his hands, clenching and un-clenching them in awe. "This feels... Incredible."
And before the skylark knew it, Tsuna was gone.
"This is fucking great!" He whooped as his body ran through the crowds of people in the street. He noticed a lot of passerby's stopping to stare at the half naked tattooed teen but he didn't care. In fact it felt good to be seen.
'Who's the attention whore now?'
I admit it is not, not an unwelcome feeling.
'Having fun?'
Immensely. I can feel the wind directly on my face for the first time and everything feels so... real.
'...'
I'm just.. It's just... The voice actually sounded choked up. In correspondence to the emotion vibrant orange orbs began clouding up with unshed tears.
'Natsu.'
What?
'Natsu. Your name.'
I don't have a name.
'Well you do now.'
I-I... "Thank you." He whispered softly.
If Tsuna had control of his body he would have smiled. 'Don't mention it. After thirteen years of dealing with me I think you deserve a little reward ne?'
I think I would have preferred a Maserati though. A dark green one with orange highlights.
'Hey, be thankful asshole.'
Natsu snorted. "Yeah, thanks for using half your brain cells to think up the oh-so-original name Natsu."
'Oi listen here you ungrateful fucking ingrate-'
However the protests were silenced as the teen still running laughed, a joyous, happy sound.
A joyous happy sound which was promptly cut off not thirty seconds later when the brunette face palmed into the pavement.
Oops.
'You son of a bitch.'
Um... Sorry?
'Look where you're going for god's sakes! If we wake up and get back to normal- which will probably happen considering the need for the plot to continue- it'll be me who feels it in the morning.'
You know- you're acting uncharacteristically like the voice of reason, I must say, not a good look for you.
'Neither is being bashed in the face twice but it's always good to try new things.'
It was once.
'We'll see. We. will. see.'
"Are you okay?"
The teen snapped out of his inner dialogues to see a concerned looking businessman holding his hand out to him. Natsu smiled a little embarrassed. Taking the man's hand he laughed sheepishly.
"Ah, thanks sir."
"Don't mention it." The man leered, showing his not so pure intentions as he openly checked out the brunette. The teen smiled sweetly in response.
"I'm rather embarrassed, it's not my first time possessing a body after all. I just hate when they fight back you know?"
And with that Natsu left. Leaving a shocked rather nauseated man behind and smirking as he heard raucous laughter echoing in his head.
'That was fucking brilliant Natsu.'
Obviously. Now, let's go get some ice cream.
Reborn found his student on a park bench munching a rather large amount of ice-cream covered in chocolate and.. rainbow sprinkles while what seems to be talking to himself. He also seemed to be surrounded by pigeons, cats, dogs and other domestic wildlife. But that oddly enough was not the thing that was surprising to Reborn, no, it was the fact that the bright orange flame was still flickering on the teen's forehead.
When he first shot the Dying Will Bullet, Tsuna as planned had 'died'. But everything after that went against all the hitman's expectations and predictions.
At first Reborn had thought the brunette had actually died, usually it takes a few seconds to determine one's resolve and come back to life. But Tsuna had taken two whole minutes. After he had finally awoken there was a lack of the usual fiery energy that came from getting hit with the bullet, though that while strange was not unheard of. What was unheard of was stopping your resolve midway through and leaving.
The hitman had followed the teen to the park doing nothing but observing from afar. It was strange. Tsuna definitely held signs of the Dying Will flame with his increased speed, strength and endurance but for some reason kept on bumping into things almost as if unused to his body. Not to mention he seemed fully aware of his surroundings and thoughts which he shouldn't be able to.
Now it had been almost twenty minutes. Quadruple the usual time the flame should have lasted for a first timer. And the timer is still going.
"Come out infant."
The hitman looked up from his thoughts to see annoyed orange eyes staring in his direction. The expression seemed almost off on the usually exuberant male. Like it didn't belong on Tsuna yet at the same time it wasn't exactly like it didn't completely belong on the brunette's face.
"I haven't got the whole day, if you're going to gawk than I recommend you don't shoot me next time." The teen snapped. To an outsider it looked like he was arguing with the trees and bushes in front of him. They started to steer clear from the crazy half naked boy even more. Not that said teen seemed to care. His attention more focused on the strange tutor.
It was weird. The brunette couldn't see him but he could just 'sense' he was there. Or well the danger anyway.
'You know while I'm not one for social etiquette I do strongly believe to the rule: Don't be a complete jackass to those who wield guns.'
I wasn't being a complete jackass.
'You were kinda being one, yeah.'
Shut up. You're just pissy that I'm eating all the honey ice cream I want.
'How do you stomach that stuff?! It's like sugar flavoured sugar!'
I think that's just called sugar.
'We'll see.'
No… I'm serious.
'We. shall. see."
*sighs*
"So… Care to explain this?" The teen pointed at the orange flame on his forehead, still flickering wildly against the wind. Reborn shrugged nonchalantly.
What a little bitch.
'Wow you really do not like this guy huh?'
Well he's rude for starters. I hate rudeness. I mean who shoots someone and doesn't even explain why they did it? Or apologise?!
'Uh.. Assassins?"
…Touche.
"You know what I think? I think this bullet of yours that you shot must be magic or something. It revives people and allows them to follow through with their last regret and, well, that's all I got but I'm sure I'm pretty on the damn dot."
Reborn stared expressionless at the teen. Natsu stared back with equal intensity, readying himself for a glare off if it came down to it. While Tsuna would have just laughed the tense atmosphere off, Natsu refused to do any such thing. He was not going to let him, them, get into anything out of their depth with no information. As much as he enjoyed the control that had came from the outcome he was still very wary.
'Urgh this silence is awkwa~rd.'
It's not awkward silence if you keep talking so much.
'Look I'm doing the awkward turtle, can you see? Can you?'
Natsu couldn't see. But he could just imagine the foolhardy idiot that was his friend, master and self, doing it with a stupid grin. It was enough for him to plaster one of his own on his face.
Of course so immersed in the mental imagery and stupidity of his other half the brunette had completely forgotten the hitman staring him down- or up- depending on how you like to look at things. It probably had not been a smart move on his part but concentration and attention was never one of their best qualities.
For both of them.
Of course the clicking sound of a gun certainly drew their attention. The infant must have frown irritated at being ignored as he drew out a garishly green gun which was aimed straight at the teen.
See? Rude.
'Yeah what a little bitch. Couldn't he see we were having a conversation?'
God, you can be such a moron sometimes. But I will not deny the first part at least.
Tsuna chuckled. 'Wow, really don't like him then.'
Natsu shrugged. "What can I say? The gun toting maniacal brat puts me on edge."
"So I'm a brat am I?"
Oh, shit.
'Harder than it seems isn't it?'
The teen shrugged off the question choosing to look amused at his tutor. That was a hitman. And a baby.
God Natsu did not sign up for this.
"I see you're not denying the whole gun-toting maniacal bit?" He felt his mouth ask. Vibrant orange eyes widened in surprise at that. He could feel the flame on his head getting slowly smaller.
I didn't say that. What's going on?
'Yeah that was me.. That bullet must be wearing off.'
Natsu frowned. It was unnerving that this was happening and a selfish part of him wished to stay 'conscious' a little longer. Though Tsuna was right, as much as he tried to force the flame to burn for longer he could feel himself getting a headache that only promised to get worse if he kept fighting. The other must have sensed it too because Natsu could feel the worry emanating deep inside him, it warmed him when he realised how worried the other was feeling and so he stopped struggling. And he felt himself return to the darkness.
'Are you okay?'
Yeah. I didn't stay out there too long for it to really hurt.
'No I meant are you okay- you know, with all this?'
The voice knew what Tsuna meant and really he was. Tsuna and Natsu, Natsu and Tsuna- they were one and the same after all. They may conflict at times (many, many times) but there was no way he'll ever be not okay with anything his other half did.
Seriously it's fine you idiot. Not like I won't have another chance again. Plus- he teased good naturedly- you'll do better handling Reborn than me.
Now he could feel Tsuna grinning.
'Psh. Obviously. That's because I'm not such a stick in the mud.'
I cannot wait for you to explain to Kyouya why you raped his mouth with your tongue.
'Well I-I can't wait for you to-You're such a-Why you- Oh just go to hell.'
"I see you're not denying the whole gun-toting maniacal bit?" His new student teased. Reborn had to say, this teenager sure had guts. First he had called him out of his hiding spot, not caring about the looks the public gave him, then proceeded to rather accurately summarise the Dying Will Bullet's properties and finally was able to stand firm against his own gaze. Actually this was much more than guts, this boy seemed to be ticking almost all the right boxes, hell, this was more than exceeded his expectations.
Though there was still something off about Sawada Tsunayoshi. Reborn wasn't a fool. After getting hit by the Dying Will bullet the boy had changed, not drastically, but the way he had talked, explained his deductions, there had been no rambling, no strange tangents- had it been all an act before? But it was more than that. The way his gaze was sharper, the more sarcastic way he expressed anything, his stance while just as confident was less relaxed. Their were still similarities of course- the tendency to zone out, to be apparently be unable to stop occasionally speaking his thoughts out loud, the random bursts of expressions that were always out of context... Yes something was definitely off.
Deciding to humor him the hitman was about to retort himself when the brunette frowned suddenly. Obsidian black eyes quickly caught onto what was wrong. The effects of the bullet were waning and weakening. But Tsuna shouldn't be conscious of it. He wasn't supposed to be conscious of any of it. Not really. Not in this clarity at least.
The brunette stumbled slightly, then crumpled to the ground, knees giving completely away as he faded from consciousness. The hitman wasting no time, had already thrown a pillow shaped Leon beneath the figure. A small act of kindness didn't mean anything, the arcobaleno silently assured. There was no way he actually wanted to save Tsuna from the pain of a mere fall onto pavement. Not when he had already planned to rig the boy's room with grenades after all.
It took a minute or two for Tsuna to wake up from his sudden blackout. When he did, he did it with a groan, muttering something under his breath.
Reborn made a clicking noise with his tongue, drawing the teen's attention.
Tsuna blinked, honey brown eyes shining under the bright sun. Which was strange since it was kind of cloudy today. Then he smiled sheepishly and laughed.
"Oh man," He grinned a warm, attractive smile that confused the hitman, though not in an unpleasant way. "This is one fucked up manga I'm living in."