Pinkie's Part:
Can I just say that I am absoltely tickled? Honestly. You guys are awesome. I will slowly be bringing cannon characters into this mix, just give it a little bit. I hope the story is moving along at a pace that you all are comfortable with?
Sorry for the shortness of the last chapter, I think my average is roughly two thousand words per chapter? Aside from the A/N that is.
I'll stop beaiting around the bush, enter dark Tsuna persona. Any ideas on what role the alternate persona of out sweet Tsuna will play? *insert Kuroshisuji finger to lip*
ONWARD!
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Chapter: Realize
The steady tick, tick, tock. Tick, tick, tock of the grandfather clock that was snuggly placed against the wall set the silent room into a routine. The gathering ticks as if almost gaining momentum as the awakening hour of a huddled form was rapidily approaching. Although, slightly out of character, the person stirred in his slumber. Feeling as though they miss something rahter important if they hadn't decided to rise.
Bleary amber eyes scanned surroundings half heartedly. The sleep still settled into those innocent eyes. The tiny frame stretched, a soft, mewl of a yawn released from the closed mouth. A hand came up, as if to catch something, and then the nose turned up in disgust. Sliding legs out of the comforter, the male made movements accossiated with getting up, the chime of the clock resonating as his eyes fell to the items on his bedside table. He paled, his fingers shakily reaching for the fedora.
His fingers skimmed the edges, and the brunette let out a small breath of shock. He had remebered losing conciousness, and someone catching him before his face met the cold marble flooring. He felt a red hot blush rise up on his cheeks. Damnit, the moment he was able to thank his aquaintance for everything he had done for him, he had to pass out.
His finger scratched the side of his cheek, as he looked around the room. He slid the hat on over his hair, and skidded to a halt in fron of his bedroom mirror. He tied the tie in place and puffed his lips out.
He was trying to get an idea as to how the mysterious man had pulled off such looks, with the difference of a shadow using just his natural facial features and his curly hair. His eye twitched as he realized just what he was doing. He was adorning others belongings, and make a damn fool of himself.
There was then a slight knock at his door, and he hurried to the front of the dorm,
"Just a moment!" His soft voice called out, a silence his response, almost in acceptance. He slid his slippers on and opened the door. He was greeted with a chuckle.
He tilted his head up, and paled for the second time in ten minutes since he had awaken that day. The one who had chuckled, had an arm braced against the doorway, leaning down, so that his face was easily held at the same level of Tsuna's. His mouth turned upwards, amusement across his features.
"I see, someone likes to play dress up in the mornings." A large hand gently flicked the edge of the fedora upwards, allowing the amber eyes to view just who had decided to visit him so early in the morning. Tsuna then realized that he was still clad in his pyajamas, yellow silk tie and fedora in tow. He ripped the hat off of his head and stuttered a hesitant morning greeting.
He turned the fedora in his pale hands, he stammered more harshly when a larger, more warm set caressed his gently. His head snapped up as he felt the warmer skin retreat. He then saw that the fedora had been reclaimed, proof of it being that it was settled on top of the smoothed back, ink black locks of the man before him. His signature smirk in place as he leaned down once more.
"Ora, Leone, tell me, who do you want to protect?" The voice trickled out like the thickest of honey. Shivers clawed their way into Tsuna's skin as he kept his nouth shut. Reborn's fingers began toying with the tie around his neck, before pulling it loose and sliding it off. He bundled the soft fabric gently before folding it and stashing it into the inner breast pocket of his dress jacket. His eyebrow arched upward.
Tsuna's face at the initial touch caused Reborn to stiffle laughter. The lightly dusted cheeks were a pure indication, the little artist was a piece of art himself. He flicked the shorter male on the forhead, resulting in a glare that resembled nothing more than a childish pout.
"That... that wasn't a dream?"
Reborn chuckled, "I thought the evidence I left behind would be more than enough to clarify."
Tsuna huffed, pushing the taller male away, before smiling up at him. Reborn blinked at the brightness. The words innocent and cute colliding within the constraints of his brain.
"I'll give you time to think about your answer, leone, for now, let's get you dressed and off to class."
Tsuna blinked, class? Oh, oh no no no! He was going to be late. Tsuna tore through his dorm, looking for clothes that would be suitable, he pulled out a pair of dress slacks and a vest, looking derperately for an undershirt, he sighed when the only one he could locate was a pastel orange. He could already hear the jeers. Reborn smirked, oh he was just asking to be teased. Near the end of the rushed routine, the obsidian eyes did not miss anything. The forced smile that the brunette gave as he rushed about, throwing his slacks on, nearly falling; and how he adjusted the ends of the sleeves of the arange dress shirt. As Tsuna tried his best to comb back the stubborn chestnut tresses, Rebron fluidly produced the tie from his pocket. He bit back laughter as he watched the small brunette tense. He skillfully tied it, the proper length in place as he tucked the ends of the tie within the vest. He patted the chest of the boy for good measure, to ensure that the tie would not slip.
He pulled his arms away from around the boy, not glancing in the mirror. If he had he would have been thouroughly amused, the expression that painted itself across the little man's face was a mix of shock, confusion and to top it off, he was cherry red, to his ears.
Reborn took Tsuna's bag, peering at him and nodded his head in the direction on the door. As the two males stepped into the hall, Reborn dropped his arm across the other's shoulders, applying a light anount of weight as they walked. Tsuna, welcoming the warmth in the oddly cold morning, unconciously leaned into it.
"Ne, Reborn-san?"
"Just Reborn, leone."
"Then call me, Tsuna."
"Do you not like the nickname I gave?" The man peered down, an honest curiousity danced in those deeps pools og onyx.
"I don't even know what it means.. much less what language it is in."
Reborn chortled, squeezing the smaller closer to him in the process, though it wasn't entirely on purpose, the gasp he earned as the other placed a hand on his chest was welcomed.
"It is Italian. I'm surpised you'd not noticed before, idiota."
Tsuna fumed, that same pout tilting his full lips downward. Reborn ran a thumb across that surface before relishing in the suprised eep!
"Leone is lion. Though you're a little less than a cub.. your hair is wild like a maine... hence the chosen name."
Tsuna blinked, and then grinned. He pointed his finger at himself and nodded, his eyes narrowed mischeiviously as he walked ahead of Reborn. He turned back around, hands in front of him, resembling paws and said,
"Roar!"
Rebron visulaized a yawning kitten at this display, and looking closely at the hitman's face, one could see the faintest of blushes was beginning to spread effortlessly across his face for just a moment. He walked passed the brunette, knocking him harshly on the head. Tsuna protested, demanding a reason as to why he had done such a thing.
Reborn kept walking, thinking it better if he kept hhis thoughts to himself, if only momentarily.
(BreakingPoint)
Mochida sat in a slump. He had been suspended suddenly, the two months of OSS (Out of School Suspension) had absolutely murdered his grade point average, and it had been his first warning. The next one would result in something much worse. The man shivered as he remembered being subjected to the steely glare of the Disciplinary Coach.
He bent his head back down and began to catch up on his make up work. He had been lucky that his father was able to convince the School Board to allow him to catch up so that he would not have to repeat the semester. He felt his eye twitch when he thought to whose fault all of this was.
He felt the hard, heavy weight in his breast pocket. He wanted nothing more than to release his frustrations. To get revenge on that little tuft of brown hair, and make him pay. His friend had made sure to do a number on him as well as his friends, a few still in the hospital in comas from the hard, unyeilding strikes from a certain person's tonfa.
"Damn twerp.. when I see him I'll..." He realized he had marked down an incorrect answer, using his eraser as a way to release his frustrations, he annialated the pencil marks, leaving pieces of pulled up paper staring up at him. He sat, eraser poised in annoyance.
"Roar!"
He turned towards the ridiculous noise and blanched. There stood the reason for all his troubles, posed like a fucking cat. He saw the bright smile on the face as a man hit in on the top of the head and continued walking. He watched the brunette follow at a safe distance. If only he could get his hands on the little wretch, he could exert his frustrations. If he was gone, then he would not have to worry about getting into anymore trouble with the school. It was absolutely brilliant. He knew that he would get away with this, he was absolutly convinced.
Mochida's eyes flickered to the man in the black hat, from the looks of him, his stoic expression and the way he raised his eyebrows at the questions Tsuna was spewing, he could see that this man wanted nothing to do with the annoying waste of air. He threw his things into a bag, and began to folow the duo towards the lecture hall. The sakura petals coating the concrete, masking the majority of his steps.
He grinned evily, feeling the weight in his pocket as he jogged into the nearest building, this was he best idea yet. He knew so, he was a genuis after all.
(BreakingPoint)
After the failed attempt at making Reborn laugh, Tsuna had began to sulk. The silence was slightly uncomfortable. He had caught up to Reborn, trailing slighlty behind him, not wanting anyone to accosiate the handsome foreigner with him. He was suprised when he found his face in the man's shoulder.
"Don't walk behind me... stand to my side. I hate it when people, walk behind me." His voice was full of bite, he softened the last bit, turning towards the small male. He nodded, falling in step next to his aquaintance. The silence broken, and Tsuna unintentionally made it awkward once more.
"If you call me lion in your language, I'll call you tengu!"
Reborn's eye twitched, His lip rising with the eyebrow as he stared the shorter male down.
"Why in the world, would you call me a crow?"
Tsuna shrugged, "All you wear is black. Like a crow.. I never said it was a bad thing.. I find them graceful, and incredibly beautiful.." The amber eyes widened as he caught on to what he had allowed to fall from his mouth in the audiable range. Though this opinon was slightly different from the words the brunette had said just previously, he couldn't help but stand frozen. His eyes glinted with the upmost amusement, his hand coming up to his mouth.
Tsuna stood rooted to the spot, a full blown grin across Reborn's face. He could almost tell what was going to happen next. He prepared, Scrunching up his face, trying the best to let the words bounce off, his embarassment nearly the edges of being unbearable.
"Why, I thought you Japanese never said such bold things, especially to stangers, and in a public place no less! You truly are Dame-Tsuna!" He laughed, a deepy, airy sound ringing out as Tsuna blushed. He had moved closer to the petite male, only to be left behind as Tsuna pushed his arm roughly, leaving the spot beside him and huffed. Tsuna then made to stamp off only to pause, frozen in place once more. Reborn wiped nonexistant tears from his eyes, and stood in line next to his little friend. His gaze at his face instead of looking around his surroundings.
"Ora, Ora Leone, mi dispace. I was only kidding." He too then stood still. His eyes hardened as he stared forward at long last. The sight before them something that neither had anticpated; that none of them had ever wanted to see. His eyes flicked up and down the form and he grit his teeth. His hand patting his chest. Once, twice..
Before them, on the steps of the school building, stood one Mochida, a wicked grin set across his face, a revolver in his hand.
There was a click, and everything went in slow motion.