Pinkie's Part:
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I'm updating like a mad woman, I do have a job and all that jazz, but you guys are just so awesome I've let my muses take me.
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Chapter: Wash Over Me
Time. Movement. When someone actually stopped and thought about them each as idividual parties, the concepts were simply mute points. But as of current, they were two of the most oppertune items. Reborn watched as the scene unfolded before him, and allowed each scene to transition appropriately, to take it's time to fall perfectly into place.
"Do you, have someone who you wish to protect?" He knew that this approach was unfair, but he had a trump card, but most would just call it his face. His predatory good looks helped him out of many a bind, and they had also helped him get into them. He dropped his voice half an octave, watching the eyes shiver under his smoldering gaze.
He had moved his hand to the temple of the petite youth, his fingers brushed upon the temple, pushing the boys head upright after that adorable tilt took residence over his features. He had splayed his fingers, his palm cupping the cheek before he tilted the chin upwards, waiting for an answer.
Reborn watched as the eyes of the male before him became slightly glossed over. His face rather close to the others, and he thought in amusement, of what could possibly cause the male to feel faint. He had exteneded his arms in just enough time to capture the falling form.
He listened to the steady, shallow breathing, and it let him know that the bundle in his arms was indeed, asleep. He tilted his head and felt the other's hair tickle his chin. He huffed, moving the man slightly, trying to get a slightly more appropriate grip.
The fabric of his robe ruffled slightly as Reborn cradled him against his chest. He manuvered the form and looked down at the face the dared to block him out. His lips twitched upward as he swung the male legs up and carried him bridal style. He used his leg to open doors through out the living space, looking for something even remotely similar to that of a bedroom. When he had finally found it, he quietly made his way into the bedroom, he gently laid the sleeping figure onto the sheets, pulling back the obnoxiously bright comforter, shaking his head slightly at the cutesty lion faces that stared up at him.
When he went to pull away to stand, he was tugged forward ever so gently. He peered down and chuckled in a slighly dark manner. Tangled in the fingers of the petite male, was his tie. He reached down, trying to pry those fingers from the expensive fabric, only to find a vice like grip which surprised him just slightly.
He sighed in defeat, he began loosening his tie, carefully exerting only enough force to remove it from his attire. His collar bare as he set the clutching hand down on the sleeping person.
As much as he was a hitman, he was also a gentleman, and he would not be pulled into a stranger's bed, no matter how cute they looked when they were sleeping. He cast another glance onto the sleeping man. His pout parted slightly, an even rythm of breathing coming and going through those lips. The sound soft, and well rested. Reborn turned to leave, only to have his sleeve caught up on that grip, he sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing circles in the porcelain skin, in an attempt to calm the muscles.
He was needed elsewhere. His eyes moved along the features of that face, a bit of concern danced in his eyes as he watched the brows knit together in both confusion, and pain? He brushed his hand expertly underneath the mop of bangs that hung messily over the eyes of the brunette. The back of his palm making contact with the forehead, checking for any signs of a fever. Upon feeling a normal temperature, Rebron sighed and made to leave, feeling the lessening of weight attatched to his sleeve.
He had just begun to move off the edge of the bed when he happened to pause, feeling fingers tracing his skin, searching, clinging to his body heat. The touch became more urgent, and he felt slender fingers close over his wrist. Before he knew it, he found himself on his back, staring up at dangerously narrowed orange eyes.
"Who are you."
The questioning statement was anything but that. The voice in which spoke from the brunette was calmer, more maintained, and filled with an utmost authority that demanded respect. The killing intent that rolled off of this person rivaled that of even Reborn's.
Reborn, being who he was, bared his perivial fangs and made to move out of the cage of arms that the other provided, only to find himself stradled quickly, his hands pinned above his head in only one of those delicate hands.
"Why does he feel so at ease around you." The words were barely a whisper, but Reborn heard them. His expression darkening as he stared up at this predator. The persona of this person had shifted so suddenly. This was not the person whom he had grown a slight sense of fondness for. The little lion cub who meowed for everyone, who just wanted to be person on him, was just as deadly as he was, a full blown assassin of the night, only an idiot would be unable to feel it.
"I don't know of what you speak, idiota."
The figure stradling his waist pressed his hips downward, and uncomfortable feeling of stretching skin caused Reborn to wince, though he never showed it on his face. The responding words however-
"Don't try to use those pretty Italian words on me, little tengu. I'm much more expirienced with them than you happen to think."
Reborn snorted. Did this person really just call him a crow? Of all the things people had called him, this person had called him a common black bird, a demon of scavengers. He chuckled darkly, and then full out laughed. The incredious look in which he recieved only helped to fuel his laughter. Only with a pressure applied to his throat with the other's opposite arm, did he settle down. Their faces lined up, the silky tresses of chestnut hair falling onto his face as his attacker shamelessly settled onto his hips. A rather provocative position to the naked eye, but Reborn knew better.
"I can show you just how much of a demon I can be, Leone."
The returning smirk sent a shiver down Reborn's spine. But it was the words, the words that fell from that pout that sent his mind spiraling.
"I'll let him show you, just want kind of a lion he really can be." The person's chin skimmed his cheek as he leaned forward, his lips at Reborn's ear, the teasing in his tone causing the raven haired hitman to raise an elegant eyebrow.
"I'll be watching, per ora buonanotte, piccolo uccello colore nero" (goodnight for now, little black bird.)
With that, he felt the form slump, the shallow breathing returning. The shin resting on his shoulder and the grip on his wrists lessened. He blinked, before instinctively wrapping his arms around the waist of the one shameless straddeling him. He rolled, creating a cage to rotate their positions. He found himself settled between the other male's legs, one slowly sliding back into a comfortable postion, the other bent and raised, his form curling around Reborn's like the perfect puzzle piece. He sighed, pushing himself up on his elbows, looking down at the sleeping face of Tsuna. The slighlty parted lips calling out, like a silent walzing lulaby. He smirked.
"Se io sono un demone in un corvo, chi sono io per resistere alla tentazione?"
(If I am a demon in the form of a crow, who am I to resist temptation?)
He bent his head downward, brushing his lips against the soft pink skin. The smoothness was tantilzing, but he withdrew. He pushed the smaller male's legs beneath the comforter before pulling them all the way up to his chin. He left his tie and his fedora on the night table, smirking as he thought about how the brunette would react when he would rise in the morning.
He exited the room, closing the door with a soft click. The oblivious little man had not questioned how he had gotten into this dorm room; and this sparked an interest in the hitman. Most would want to know how such a dangerous person had happened to appear on the second story of a building, when there were no fire escapes.
Reborn took his time, flicking lights off and making sure that there were no obstacles in the way of the brunette's way if he were to reawaken in the night.
He made his way over to the balcony, sliding the door opening, a soft shhh sound coming from the sliding glass, he made sure the lock clicked before he shut it behind him. He steadied himself and then flunf himself off the edge, his hand resting on the railing as he projected himself forward, landing stealthily into the branches of the tree, his timing impecable with the sound of the rushing wind.
He prided himself in his self control, but at the same time cursed the naievity of the youthful male who had caught his attention. He had locked the balcony door, as it had been his initial entrance, and he wanted to be sure that he couldn't easily revisit the brunette that night.
He smirked, ah yes, this had gotten quite interesting. He had found both a new Vongola candidate, as well as someone he would share his strength with. His little lion certainly was full of surprises, and he wasn't even fully aware of it.
"Dolce dormire, piccolo cucciolo di leone, Io ti trasformerà in un forte predatore ancora"
(Sweet dreams little lion cub, I'll turn you into a predator yet."