In today's unneeded author's note: Tsuna likes Neon Evangelion Genesis. A lot.
Beta-reader: GirlinBlue2364
Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ Three Years Before. Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ
[秋] : Fall.
"No-Good Tsuna, if you aren't up and writing in the next five seconds, I swear that you'll know what it is to really suffer martyrdom..."
That mere sentence whispered in his ear was way better than his mother throwing a bucket full of cold water to wake him up.
The teenager opened his eyes with a shocked gasp and noticed with horror that the face of a man in his twenties was almost glued to his own. Scared for his life, the boy jumped in fright and bashed his forehead against the adult's face, and the brunet rolled out of his bed before he landed, his head down first, on his carpet.
"What are you doing?" the man raised a brow. "We don't have time to lose dilly-dandling, you have school in four hours and I'm hungry..."
Tsuna whined as he realized that the demon (yes, Reborn was through and through a demon) had dared to wake him up at five o'clock in the morning just because he was hungry.
"Okay," the brunet muttered as he fought against his creeping sleepiness. "What do you want me to write?"
A sarcastic laugh followed his question and it woke up the boy because he knew that something really bad was coming. A demon never laughed without a proper (and grim) reason behind it.
"Come on, No-Good Tsuna," Reborn said with a condescending tone that seeped through his whole persona. "Don't overestimate yourself... We both know that you won't be able to follow my demands..."
The teenager closed his eyes to stay calm and staggered toward his writing desk, zigzagging between all the papers, the pellets of sheets covered in crossed out words, and any other stuff littering the floor. Finally, he sat down, took a new sheet of paper and his fountain pen (because Reborn loved their writing), and waited.
The demon leaned against the back of his chair and put his chin on the boy's head, his dark eyes gazing with a hungry glint at the blank page laying on the neatly ordered desk. In fact, the writing desk was the only part really organized in the whole room that seemed to have been part of the Armageddon.
"Time's running out," the man declared while he glanced at the clock up the writing desk. "You wouldn't want to die mysteriously, right?"
Tsuna gulped nervously and looked at his sheet of paper, the tip of his pen sliding with some difficulty over the paper in a jerky fashion, stopping at every word as he doubted over their orthography. Finally, after twenty long and unending minutes, the teenager leaned back with a heavy sigh and gave the sheet with a shivery hand to the demon.
The latter raised a brow and calmly read the text, his face darkening with every line.
"I sincerely wonder what could be happening in your head," Reborn muttered as he shook softly the text before he crumpled it into a compact ball. "« The man is a kreature sensible and no-ne-the-less ly, he ignore dat-at ever second going one looking at his watch, his mising out the beauty of the oustide world. »..."
A few seconds went on and Tsuna swore that he had actually seen an angel fly by before the demon talked again. Only that this time, his voice was so low and sweet that it gave the teenager shivers.
"Didn't I tell you that the dictionary was your new boyfriend? That you had to love him like your lover? Care about it like your husband? Adore it like your idol?" the man whispered before he turned the chair around until he ended face to face with the brunet.
The latter swallowed hard when he met the demon's famished eyes that were almost crazed over by it, and nodded nervously.
"You said it," he admitted in a squeak that had an uncanny similarity to the squeaky toys for dogs.
"If that's the case, then tell me how, No-Good Tsuna," Reborn sighed as he leaned until his nose caressed the teenager's cheek. "How did you get to write so many mistakes in a sole sentence?"
The brunet curled over his chair and tried his best to never meet the demon's blazing eyes, without any success as the latter was pretty adamant on getting his answer.
"Uuh..." Tsuna hesitated as he nervously wriggled on his chair because he simply couldn't deal with the heavy tension rolling out of the man by waves. "I'm sorry?"
"If that's the case," Reborn said slowly while a sadistic smile blossomed on his pale face. "I'm also sorry about what's going to happen to your manga collection..."
"W-what?" the teenager squeaked once again as he whitened under the heavily implied threat.
"You heard me," Reborn declared without even blinking. "With each mistake that I'll find in your writing, one of those manga will mysteriously disappear..."
"It wouldn't be mysterious at all!" Tsuna hissed as he straightened his back and momentarily forget his fear. "You'll be the one who will throw them out!"
"Throw them out?" the demon repeated with a mock intrigued face. "No, no. That would be way too nice of me..."
The boy's face paled once again as he pictured what could happen to his dearly beloved manga. Then he looked down, took a deep breath and his eyes briefly took an orange tinge when he looked up to stare at the demon without any fear.
"Okay," Tsuna relented with a calm voice that contrasted with the panicked tone that he had used until now. "I'll write."
"It's about time~"
Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ Present Time Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ
[秋]: Fall.
"SAWADA, KORA! IF YOU AREN'T UP WHEN I FINISH MYTHIS, I SWEAR ON MY RIFLE THAT YOU WILL NEVER MEET YOUR GRANDCHILDREN, KORA!"
Tsuna jerked awake and immediately sat up, stretching his hand toward his pen before he even realized that he had fallen asleep in his living room with his editor sitting in front of him. The latter had his normal exasperated expression and, the writer gulped, his weapon in his hands.
"I'm awake! I'm awake! Don't destroy my manga!" the brunet spluttered as he took one of the unending notebooks that littered his whole house and began to write verses of a poem based on a blossoming cemetery under the moonlight.
"I didn't say anything about your manga, Sawada," Colonnello clarified just before he smirked, his smirk being the perfect copy of the fedora wearing man who was sitting next to him. "But I'll write this down. It'll help me in the future..."
"Why me?" Tsuna moaned as he kept writing frantically his poem.
Because you're No-Good Tsuna, that's why.
But on another hand, we had the first flashback chapter here. What did you think of it?
Anons get their answers too:
ooooh: Nah, Reborn's the only Arcobaleno being a demon. The others are pretty much human. Though you're close to the truth for Colonnello.
kyoneko87: It doesn't really go with the flow of the story. But I think that you're right, maybe I should get back to the T-rating.
And now, to end the chapter on a jolly note, how about some questions? Would you say Colonnello is the perfect editor for Tsuna and his diabolical stalker? And how about some fluff next?