Pinkie's Part:
Here's another installment of Monochromatic Sun. I've been debating about posting the other R27 oneshot I've been working on simmutaneously to this. Thoughts?
Alright; how did you enjoy that last chapter? Good visuals? Did I hear fangirl squeals? *wink*
Well lovely readers; we'll be getting into the plot now. Let me know if I lose you; and keep pointing things out to me. I want to improve! Updates may be a bit slower; and I apologize.
Enough Rambles;
Onwards!
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Chapter: Fine for Now
Tsuna yawned, the opening of his mouth was so wide he heard a click in his jaw and made haste in readjusting it. He stretched, and looked over at the still figure of a certain black haired, fedora wearing man. The form was spread over leather couch; the chest rising in the steady rise and fall of even breathing that was a tell tale sign of sleep. He could not help but feel his cheeks get hot when he thought back to the lessons he had been subjected to.
He also cursed the handsome man, vehemently; for the stunt he had pulled in the airport before they boarded the jet. Yes, the jet; and it was a private one, sent specifically for Reborn and party, as the man clad in a butler's uniform had held a sign. Tsuna shook his head in disbelief. He sighed, stretching once more. He unclipped his seat belt and began to walk about the carriage. Glass tables were bolted to the floor; and an intracate exterior desgin greeted each sweep of his eyes.
He was pulled back into his thoughts, as he placed a hand to his mouth, and then he growled quietly. His heated glare sweeping over Reborn. If he hadn't known better, he could have sworn he had seen a smirk on those lips.
(BreakingIntoThought)
As Reborn and Tsuna made their way through the gates of the airport; -somehow getting away with not going through the security panel and the metal detector. Imagine that.- He had felt Reborn's arm drape over his shoulders. He had looked up, not caring about the people who wer glancing at them. Many women and high school aged girls had sent looks their way as they passed, some murmuring about how handsome the two men were. One had actually called out; asking if Tsuna would care to join her for a drink.
He had blinked in response, surprised that the invitation was extended to him and not his mentor. When he opened his mouth to decline, Reborn had grasped his waist, and pulled him flush against him. His tie was firmly wrapped around the raven's knuckles as he bent backwards in the guiding hand of the other. There were shocked gasps as Reborn leaned into him, the brim of his fedora grazing the edge of Tsuna's forehead as he lifted it, turning away from the spectators as he hid both of their faces behind the hat.
Flashes of light indicated that some people were snapping photos, to which Tsuna groaned. However; the sound was taken in a derrogatory sense as some women left the premisis with hands held firmly to their noses. Reborn had smiled behind the fedora, withdrawing from the proximity he had caused, dragging one Tsuna behind him; his hand still firmly latched onto the tie, with his hand lazily drapped over his shoulder as he walked.
"Come along; gattino."
(BreakingBack)
Tsuna was fuming, as he pulled out a Japanese to Italian language dictionary. He settled against his seat; his gaze ghosting over to Reborn as he pretended to be reading. He jumped slightly when a barritone drifted into his ears.
"Assignment."
He turned slowly towards the direction of the voice; and he paled. Just how long had Reborn been awake?
"What..." His voice was thick with annoyance as he watched the other male smirk. His eyes glinted as he looked back at the brunette. His voice carried over effortlessly as he lazily drawled;
"Describe me. In Italian."
Tsuna twitched. This was going to get bad; fast. Albiet reluctanltly, Tsuna began listing out words. He watched as Reborn's smirk got wider and wider.
"Hm.. let's see..Il mio tutor è grezzo, misterioso pervertiti Spartan un buon.."
(my tutor is, crude,mysterious, perverted, Spartan)
Tsuna then felt mischevious, it couldn't hurt to practice could it? Reborn had said he would be doing an awful lot of practicing... After contiuning with less than lovely terms, he shifted his approach. Watching the raven haired man's face become hidden behind the brim of his signature fedora, as he leaned into the arm of the couch; his arms bending backwards to create a make shift pillow.
"Egli è anche un buon bacio, bello, desiderabile."
(He's also a good kisser, handsome, desirable)
Tsuna smiled in triumph when a hand pulled the fedora all the way down. Face hidden entirely by the hat. His victory was short lived when he found said man in front of him. His face slightly flushed,
"What type of lesson are you trying to learn, Leone... I can tutor you in the ways of flattering words...but you're missing the touches.."
With those words, Reborn returned the gesture, his terms making Tsuna blush in both embarassment as well as for the praise.
"Il mio studente è alquanto confuso ignorante debole." (My student is clumsy, ignorant and weak) Reborn's hand had begun at the brunette's temple, and after each word it slowly descended down the face, until it paused in a feathery touch near his lips. The pout parted, and a sharp intake of air was processed. Reborn let his face drop closer as he continued;
"Egli è anche simpatico e fedele il mio piccolo cucciolo.."
(He is also, cute, loyal, and my lion cub.)
Just as Reborn's lips were about to close over Tsuna's; the intercom interuppted their moment, announcing their arrival in Venice. The one in the same that both males had unknowingly shared in their system drives for comfort; to relax. A sense of nostalgia ran over Tsuna as he thought back to his school, of his dorm. Tsuna then stiffened; remembering where he was, underneath the hovering soft skin, Reborn smirked pulling away slowly his arms having found refuge on either side of Tsuna's chair. He turned and strode over to the couch he had just been resting on, pulling a suitcase from underneath it. He tipped his fedora, and began to exit the carriage of the jet as the door opened. Tsuna begrudgingly grabbed his duffle bad and followed suit, pushing his legs harder and harder to try and match the strides that the other man had on him.
So close... he had been so close.
(Break)
Tsuna sat on one side of the limo seat, as Reborn took on the other. The raven haired male was playing with one of his curly sideburns whilst he talked in rapid fire Italian. The voice on the other end was female, and Tsuna bristled at that thought. He felt himself getting more and more angry as the silence between them caused tension. He looked out his own window, sulking like a child when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He shrugged it off, deciding to ignore whatever it was that Reborn wanted to tell him. He cried out when he was pulled backwards by the hair. His head falling into the lap of none other than the man he was trying to ignore. He glared, though even with the new sharpness of his eyes, it lacked credibility. Reborn's glare that returned his, made him freeze. The doe like appearence he once held returning as the gaze refused to relent.
"Tsunayoshi.. that was the secretary of the Vongola.. the family you'll be staying with for your studies."
Tsuna laid in the lap of the raven, not making an effort to move. He was pushed up roughly, and Reborn looked at him with such seriousness in his gaze that he fought the flinch that wanted to take over his shoulders. Reborn pinched the bridge of his nose as he breathed out slowly.
"I'd meant to have this conversation with you later, but it seems now I have no choice. Tsuna.."
The amber eyes that softened, took Reborn back. He felt a hand on his, squeezing in encouragement. He normally would have scoffed had anyone, even his lovers, done such a thing. But when he saw the warmth, the acceptance in those eyes, he felt at peace. He nodded before beginning. He cleared his throat, the seriousness in which he spoke kept Tsuna in place. The way the words came out together in a uniform manner; no hiccups in the sentences, no pauses. Tsuna was awestruck.
"I'm in the mafi. The Vongola is the famiglia that I work for. I need your help."
Pinkie's Part Take 2:
Neccassary cliff hanger! Working on the next part. PUT DOWN THE PITCHFORKS.
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