A small figure sat on the chair behind the desk, thumbing the phone cord absentmindedly. His eyes drifted to where his mini-laptop sat. On the top left side of the screen was the profile of a girl, age around fourteen. Her grades for Namimori Middle School from the beginning of the school year to the present were displayed. He eyed at the graph that was pretty leveled in the beginning but took a sharp turn downwards starting two months ago. In the recent month, however, it began to pick up again.
Reborn tilted his head slightly to view the top right side, where personal information of the girl was shown. At the top was an overview of the girl, followed by her medical files. Anything that was worth noting was also mentioned, from when she was born to her current age. A scroll downwards would display the information that was then on the top right side of the screen. Her family information, or in her case, just her father's. It contained information about the father's bank account and his finance.
Below that was the information that was gathered on their restaurant. That file contains stuff that ranged from their utility bill to the amount of money they spend and earn each year to their employees. It was all meticulously complied.
Beside it, on the bottom left corner of the screen, was the medical file of the girl's father. Reborn's eyes remained on the section that stated the date the man had a minor surgery, despite the fact that he had long memorized it. It was about eight weeks ago.
The utility bill for eight weeks prior indicated nothing in the restaurant was used for two weeks. For the same two weeks, money was continuously withdrawn from the father's bank account until only a meager portion of the saving was left. The third week was when the water, gas and electricity usage was starting up again in the restaurant.
A small window on the bottom left corner was opened to a restaurant rating website, to where a patron had commented on the girl's restaurant's page that ...although I really love this restaurant's food, the service there is really slow... Reborn had scrolled down the page and saw that most comments dated a little more than a month ago said similar things.
During this time, although the restaurant started earning money again, it never did earn as much as before the father's surgery. The constant withdrawal of money from the bank did stop, however.
There was a change at the beginning of this month. The comments stopped speaking of the bad service, eventually returning the restaurant's rating to what it was before. There were reviews that spoke of how a waiter was really friendly and the service speed was average.
A little research on his part showed that a Sasaki Aoi had entered Japan and Namimori around the same time. Sasaki Aoi was a male, age around twenty-one with slicked black hair and brown eyes. The passport photo showed Sasaki Aoi to look exactly like a certain Urameshi Yusuke.
So Urameshi Yusuke arrived just at the nick of time to save the girl's restaurant from falling into shambles. Coincident? He thought not. He recalled the number figure that indicated the check Sasaki Aoi deposited two weeks ago. It was considerably lower than most minimum wages. Just what was Urameshi's intention, to work at the restaurant for such low wages?
Reborn eyes dropped to the phone sitting on the table again, contemplating, before slowly moving to pick it up as a plan formed in his mind. Regardless of Urameshi's intention, there was a debt that had to be settled first.
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"Hey, Matsumura, where cha going?" Yusuke asked, looking at the apparent older man by the restaurant door. "Ayame gave me strict orders not to let you go outside, ya know?"
Matsumura shook his head, although soft amusement was evident in his eyes. "Honestly, that daughter of mine. I'm fine now. The doctor said I'm on my way of making a full recovery. A little delivery won't hurt."
Yusuke made a loud disapproving cluck noise with his tongue and shook his head. "'On your way,'" he said, quoting Matsumura's words, "means you're not fully recovered yet. I'm not going to let anything impede that recovery and give your daughter ammunition to chew me out." His hand reached out and took the take-out from Matsumura's hand. "Where are you delivering it to?"
Matsumura looked at him for a moment, before a wry smile finally slipped on his face. "I'm not going to win against you, am I?"
"Nope," Yusuke confirmed, voice brooked no room for argument. "So why don't you just give up the address nicely?" he joked.
Matsumura chuckled a little. "Alright. I guess I'll just have to rely on you then, Yusuke," he said. His eyes spoke of his gratefulness for Yusuke's help. "Please help me deliver it to Namimori Middle School."
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Yusuke stood outside of Namimori Middle School for a moment, waiting for a rush of nostalgia to hit him, like it had when he first step foot into Namimori (Sarayashiki, his mind stubbornly insisted to him), but nothing came forth. Yusuke let out a small laugh. It seemed like he never stayed long enough in school for him to develop any sort of attachment to it, except for...
A girl with blank features and brown hair, and a boy with a crazy long orange pompadour and an obnoxious voice that once shouted "Urameshi!" like some kind of war cry as a greeting came into his mind. This time, there was a little throb at his heart, so faint and so used to it Yusuke was that he almost didn't notice. He let out another small laugh to himself when he noticed, this time tinged with some sort of bitterness.
Keiko and Kuwabara, he remembered their names were and although the smallest amount of warmth still bloomed in his chest at the thought of them, he could no longer recall their features. Over the many, many years, his memory of their appearance softened around the edge, little by little, until all that remained of them were blurred figures of color.
Immortality or not, memory was always a faulty thing that fades over time, despite how tightly Yusuke struggled to grasp and keep it with him.
Yusuke closed his eyes and exhaled, struggling to push those thought back. He had stood in place for about a minute by then. Time to move on.
At the thought, a smile (self-deprecating to the core) unwittingly crossed Yusuke's lips, even as he physically crossed the school gate. Right, he thought to himself, eyes darkening with wistfulness. If only I can.
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In front of the school yard where Yusuke was heading towards, a loud boom went off.
Yusuke blinked owlishly in the aftermath.
"Firework?" Yusuke guessed, recalling Maman's story about some loud fireworks that were on sale some time ago. There was no reply, not that he expected anyway.
His eyes went up, tracing the path of where he had seen the mini-bomb had fallen from. His gaze landed on the second floor window just in time to see a flash of silver leaving the window in a hurry. Interesting.
"They allow kids to have some serious firepower nowadays, don't they?" Yusuke said to himself, even as he propelled himself to the school's direction. A smirk decorated his face as he thought about the window whoever threw the mini-bomb left open. Perfect for his entry.
Yusuke readied himself for the jump to the second floor, halting just before the small crater formed from the mini-bomb to quickly bend his knees and make use of the momentum he built up from running.
Footsteps and a whooshing sound came flying towards him.
Yusuke cursed as, in the corner of his eyes, he saw a metallic thing moved towards him with all intention of making the contact hurt. Yusuke jumped, but instead of jumping towards the school since that would allow the gleaming metal to hit his back, he jumped right up into the air, tucking his legs close to his own body so the metal would narrowly miss him.
Before the metal could finish swiping through the space where Yusuke previously was, he purposely extended his legs, resulting Yusuke's toes balancing on that thin metal -tonfa, Yusuke identified- and forcing whoever the tonfa's owner was to hold all of his weight.
Sharp, grey eyes glared at him, but Yusuke merely smirked back. He jumped off the shaking tonfa, inwardly a little impressed that the kid didn't let go of his weapon even with Yusuke's weight on it. The boy angled a swipe towards him at the first opportunity, but Yusuke was out of range.
"Who are you?" the black-haired boy demanded. He didn't wait for an answer as he shifted to a fighting stance. Yusuke noted that his right hand, the hand that held the tonfa Yusuke stood on, was shaking slightly. "Well, no matter. For destroying Namimori property, I'll bite you to death."
Yusuke opened his mouth to tell him it wasn't him who made that crater, but then the boy hurled himself in Yusuke's direction.
Yusuke narrowly dodged the attack and continued dodging when the boy showed no signs of stopping his assault. Yusuke tsked as he tried to be mindful of the take-out in his hand. He really should deliver it before it got cold and the taste diminished.
In the corner of his eyes, he noticed a particular gleam in the school's direction as sunlight reflect off of it. His eyes darted in the direction, noting small green binoculars and the suit of black of whoever was holding it. As though the owner knew of Yusuke's attention, the binoculars were lowered slightly, enabling him to see the other's face. Arco-
Yusuke ducked under an incoming tonfa, breaking his gaze from the fourth window on the second floor. Yusuke glanced back to his opponent, who looked like he wanted to kill him. Yusuke smiled. In ten years or so, Yusuke thought, he would be more of a challenge. Right now though... "You're outclassed," Yusuke said.
The boy didn't even have time to react to the comment before Yusuke moved, and his smile widened as he felt the gaze on the back of his head intensified. One second he was there, the next he was behind the tonfa-wielding-boy and slamming a controlled fist down on top of his head.
The boy didn't know what hit him. He froze for a split-second in shock, before his body became nerveless and crumpled. Yusuke caught the boy before he fell. An amused smile tugged at him when he realized that even unconscious, the boy's grip on his tonfa was still as tight as ever.
"Always ready for fight, I see," Yusuke murmured. "Makes me wonder if you have any demon blood." He thought back to the blood-lust he felt from the boy; not as prominent as some that he had experienced, but pretty heavy for a kid still in middle school. "Actually, I take it back." Yusuke looked down at the boy in his arm. "Bet you do have demon blood."
There was no response.
After a moment, Yusuke huffed. "Now," he said, looking at the armful of kid he had in hand plus the take-out that he still hadn't delivered. "What am I suppose to do?"
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Yusuke glanced back at the school window on the second floor, but of course the figure with the binoculars was no longer by the window. He tsked in annoyance, before glancing down at the boy in his arm. He supposed he could just leave him leaning against some random tree, but Yusuke's annoying conscience nagged at him. With the roll of his eyes, he hoisted the boy up to his right shoulder and kept him in place with a hand against the boy's back. Now he just needed to find a place to leave him. Maybe the infirmary?
Mind made, Yusuke began heading towards the school, only to pause when he heard a familiar noise near the school's baseball field. This sound... a fight? Curiosity peaked, Yusuke headed towards that instead and found himself guided to a smaller building near the baseball field.
The door was open and as he stuck his head in to take a look, he was greeted with the sight of a silver-boy practicing boxing. The familiar sound he heard was the sound of fist meeting punching bag.
He watched the boxing kid move for a while, noting that he was pretty good as well for a middle-schooler. Damn if Namimori/Sarayashiki didn't breed good fighters.
A slight stir from his right shoulder reminded Yusuke of the blood-thirsty kid. That's right. He needed to drop him off somewhere. Yusuke looked around and finally placed the kid down on a bench in the club room.
Yusuke turned back to the boxing ring in the middle of the room, thinking that maybe he should at least tell the boxing kid he was leaving the boy here. "Hey, kid!" he called. When there was no indication the kid heard him, he shouted louder. "Hey!"
The boxing kid's head snapped towards him, concentration finally broken, although his legs continued to bounce rhythmically. "Hey, you! Here to join the boxing club!?"
Yusuke winced at the unexpectedly loud voice of the boxing kid, before recalling the boy's question and shook his head. "No, just telling you that-"
"You're joining?!" he shouted, completely ignoring what Yusuke was saying.
Yusuke's eyebrow ticked. "Damn it! Listen, would you?!"
The boy stopped to stare at Yusuke. Something, like a little spark, was beginning to grow in his eyes.
"Erm," Yusuke said. His eyes landed on the raven-haired boy. Right... He had to tell the boxing guy about him. He was good at fighting, wasn't he? "He's joining," Yusuke said, pointing towards the unconscious boy and diverting the silver-haired boy's attention away from himself. He had a feeling it would be very troublesome if he didn't.
The boy's eyes light up. Yusuke sworn he could see more than a hint of flame in them, before the boxing guy turned to face the raven-haired kid.
"Hibari! You should have told me to the EXTREME if you wanted to join!" Yusuke heard the other boy exclaim as Yusuke slipped out of the club room. Now he was free of the boy.
Next stop, deliver the take-out. And he had a good feeling about who ordered it.
He headed towards the fourth room of the second floor as tendrils of anticipation ran through him.
xxx
He didn't bother knocking when he arrived, well aware that the other man already knew he was there the moment he stepped within the vicinity of the room. Instead he slid the door right open, revealing Reborn sitting behind a desk.
A small self-satisfied smile slid across his face as Yusuke approached him.
"Your take-out," Yusuke said, dumping said take-out on the desk.
Reborn merely hmmed, not even bother giving the food a cursory glance before fixing his gaze on Yusuke. Confident, patient, and absolutely self-assured. Reborn turned the laptop on the desk around so the screen was facing Yusuke. Yusuke gave Reborn a look, before dropping his gaze to the laptop screen, eyes quickly scanning over the multiple opened windows.
Furious eyes, albeit more controlled than Reborn would have thought of, met Reborn's as the apparent teenager finished computing the info.
"What is this?" Urameshi asked lowly, deceptively calmly in regards to the thorough report of Matsumura Ayame sitting in Reborn's laptop. "A threat?"
The look in Urameshi's eyes told Reborn all about why that would be a very, very bad idea.
Reborn smiled, adrenaline drumming pleasantly through his veins at the dangerous aura Urameshi emitted, and clasped his hands together. "A proposition," Reborn simply replied. "For her and her father's sake."
Bemusement drifted into Urameshi's brown eyes, drowning out most of the anger. It left behind a simple looking, everyday bemused teenager. "What-?" Urameshi caught himself and through gazing at Reborn, he found that Reborn meant every word that he said. "What do you mean?" Urameshi finally asked.
Reborn smiled and explained, and as he did, a similar smile appeared on Urameshi's face.
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"Welcome!" a bunch of voices chorused as the door opened.
Matsumura Ayame stood shell-shocked by the door, wondering if she had accidentally entered the wrong restaurant. There was simply no way this was her family's. The restaurant was literally teeming with people and while their food certainly warrant all these customers, Ayame knew as well as her father that they had no way of hiring enough staff to carter all the patrons.
So what were all these staffs doing here...?
Ayame squinted and just why did so many teenage kids that were wearing their restaurant's staff uniform look so familiar? Come to think of it, many of the customers were teenagers too... And - Ayame blushed - was that Tokuchi Toua from Class 1-A?!
As though noticing her stare, Tokuchi languidly turned his head towards the door's direction. He gave her a cursory glance. "Hey," he said, and before Ayame could reply, a fellow classmate sitting at the same table piped up.
"Hey, Ayame, welcome back," he chirped. "You have a nice restaurant here."
"Ummm... thanks," Ayame said, trying to not feel disappointed as Tokuchi turned away. She tore her eyes from her crush to the other instead. "No offense, but what are you doing here?"
The other boy, Kenchi(?), gave her a surprise look, eyebrows shooting up. "You don't know?" he asked.
Ayame hufffed as Tokuchi scoff. "She wouldn't ask if she knew," he commented. His eyes drifted lazily drifted to Ayame's and she fought back the heat rising to her cheeks. "The principal announced that whoever volunteers to work or eat here gets extra credit for their class," he told her.
"Wha-? But how-?"
Tokuchi gave her a nonchalant shrug. "Who knows," he said.
There was a moment of silence in their conversation and before it could turn awkward, Ayame vaguely waved her hand around. "I'll just... take a look around, then. See you later?" Ayame tried not to look at Tokuchi too hopefully.
Tokuchi gave her a brief look, before shrugging once again. "Sure," he said.
Ayame struggled to keep the silly grin off her face as she went through the restaurant in search of her father. She paused as she spotted a mob of brown in the corner of her eyes. She turned in that direction. "Dame-Tsuna?" she asked and sure enough, there was the clumsy Namimori student in their restaurant's staff wear. He was in the process of delivering a plate of food.
He better not break any dishes, Ayame thought furiously to herself and as though jinxed, Dame-Tsuna let out a small cry as he slipped on a piece of napkin lying on the ground. Ayame gasped and hurried forward, despite knowing she wouldn't make it in time. But we can't afford to replace the dishes!
"Juudaime!" a voice called and out of nowhere, the fairly new transfer student that half of the female population was sighing about (Gokudera, she recalled) was there, helping Dame-Tsuna regain his balance. But the dish he was holding slipped out of his hand and Ayame thought furiously for a second, why didn't Gokudera go for the dish?before a hand easily slipped under the airborne plate and caught it like it was all planned.
Her eyes followed the hand up to the face and ah, Yamamoto, the baseball star.
"Nice throw," Yamamoto said with a laugh, not a hair ruffled from the near miss.
"Shut up, baseball freak," Gokudera muttered, before anxiously turning to Dame-Tsuna. "Juudaime, are you alright?"
Dame-Tsuna gave Gokudera a shaky smile. "I'm fine. Thank you, Gokudera, Yamamoto."
"No problem," Yamamoto said, giving Dame-Tsuna thumbs up.
Gokudera smiled warmly at the gratitude Dame-Tsuna showed and Ayame couldn't understand why Gokudera seemed so devoted. "I'm glad I can be a help, Juudaime."
A black blur flew at Dame-Tsuna and knocked him down. "Get to work, Dame-Tsuna," a squeaky voice said. Ayame looked all around for the source of the voice, before finally thought of looking down. There, next to Dame-Tsuna, was the child Dame-Tsuna brought to their restaurant last time.
"Reborn!" Dame-Tsuna shouted and Ayame wanted to laugh at the fear she heard in his voice. How typical of Dame-Tsuna to be afraid of even a harmless baby.
She watched as Dame-Tsuna got off the floor and the teenage trio hurried off to work, before sensing a gaze on her. She looked around, before her gaze landed on the child Reborn.
"Hello," Ayame said cautiously, suddenly feeling a little apprehensive at having the child's dark gaze on her.
She felt like he was evaluating her as he silently stared at her for a second. Then, the moment passed as he let out a 'hm.' "Your father's in the kitchen," he said, before wandering off.
Ayame was left staring after him, speechless and wondering how he knew she was looking for her father.
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"Hey, Ayame, you're back," Yusuke greeted as he spotted Ayame wander pass. "You got the onions?"
Ayame's eyes snapped to Yusuke, who looked completely at ease and not one bit surprised at the help that they were receiving, and some kind of epiphany seemed to dawn. "You knew," she said softly, staring at Yusuke wide-eyed. "Did you arrange this?" she asked, referring to this extra-curricular extra credit.
Yusuke raised an eyebrow as he took the bag of onion from Ayame's hands. "You think I have that kind of connection, Ayame?"
"I don't know," Ayame admitted. "But dad said you helped deliver the take-out to Namimori and then when you came back, you had this proposal for him."
"I wasn't the one who came up with the idea, Ayame," Yusuke said. He grinned, making him appear more boyish and less capable of accomplishments. "I'm just the messenger. Someone noticed your grades went down when your restaurant was having problems, so he suggested this to the principal. The principal thought it was a good way to help a fellow student and to motivate students to volunteer their free time, so he let us go right on with it."
Ayame's eyes drifted to the interior of the restaurant, which was brimming with staff and customers alike. "I... I haven't seen the restaurant be this busy for a long time," she finally said.
"You guys always had the capability for this," Yusuke said. "You just needed a little push."
Ayame glanced up at him. "You provided that push for us," she said, not as a question but as a statement. Before Yusuke could formulate a response, Ayame stepped up and brought her arms around him. Yusuke froze. "Thank you, Yusuke," Ayame whispered gratefully. "Thank you."
After a long moment, Yusuke leaned forward, bringing his head down to Ayame's level. "Your boyfriend's getting jealous," he said.
Ayame jumped away from Yusuke at those words, not realizing she had so promptly done so until a moment later, and blushed. She glanced in the direction of Toukichi's table and sure enough, his piercing eyes were narrowed in their direction. Ayame felt like her face was on fire.
Yusuke chuckled and flicked her forehead. "Get to work," he said, before saying in a lower voice, "he and his friends ordered that dish there. Bring it to him."
"Yusuke," Ayame called, wanting to seriously thank him again, but he was turning away.
"Hey, Tsuna," he called and Ayame just noticed that Dame-Tsuna was in the vicinity. He looked tired. "Leave that dish. Ayame will bring it."
"Yusuke-san, Ayame!" Tsuna exclaimed in surprise, as though he just noticed them.
Guilt suddenly flooded into Ayame at the memory of her previous thoughts. Tsuna was helping them out and she thought badly of him even so for nearly dropping the dish he was delivering. It wasn't like he wanted to be so clumsy. "Tsuna," Ayame said, bringing Tsuna's attention to herself. His eyes landed on her questioningly. "Thank you for helping us out."
Tsuna's eyes widened in surprise.
"It's nothing, Ayame," Tsuna said, frantically waving his hand in front of him. "The work's not that hard and Reborn would have made me come anyway. I even get extra credit for helping out here and you know I need those extra points."
Ayame smiled. "Still, thank you."
Tsuna hesitantly smiled back, sheepish. "You don't need to thank me." His eyes flicked to the restaurant interior. "I should deliver this," he said.
Ayame nodded and watched Tsuna go, before heaving a sigh. "I better get to work too then."
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"What do you think?" a voice asked from behind him.
Reborn didn't bother turning and instead, continued to scan the interior of the restaurant. "It worked just fine, as expected."
"Such arrogance," Urameshi remarked with a laugh, moving to stand on Reborn's right. "Just like…" Urameshi paused minutely and Reborn turned to observe him. Urameshi had the most curious expression on his countenance, a cross between reminiscence with a hint melancholy and fondness with light amusement. "This other friend of mine," Urameshi finished with a note of finality. Reborn wondered if this 'friend' of Urameshi's died.
"Hm," Reborn voiced, deciding not to press the issue.
A chuckle. Reborn glanced at Urameshi. "What?"
"Nothing," Urameshi replied, a small smile lingering on his face. "Like I said, similarity."
A lull not exactly uncomfortable settled between them.
"Hey, that reminds me," Urameshi said suddenly. "You planned that, didn't you? The bomb that silver-haired kid threw and framing me so that Hibari-kid would attack me."
"The bomb is to attract Hibari attention to the front gate," Reborn corrected, not trying to pretend the meeting between Hibari and Urameshi was a coincident. "He would have fought you regardless of whether you made the crater if he saw you on Namimori Middle school ground without permission."
"Damn," Urameshi laughed. "You planned everything, didn't you? Getting me in the school so you can see me fight and when I get to you, you can get this extra credit thing going on."
"Yes," Reborn admitted, wanting to see how Urameshi would react at being told he had just been manipulated.
Urameshi appeared oblivious to the fact or he simply didn't care, since he didn't bother to respond to the revelation. "So?" Urameshi prompted.
Reborn blinked. "What?"
"Did I pass your little assessment?" Urameshi's tone stayed light-hearted, but his eyes sharpened. "Although if you had wanted a better show, you shouldn't have chosen Hibari. Lots of potential, that one, but he has a long way to go."
"If I wanted to see your true ability, I would have gone against you myself," Reborn said. He wouldn't insult Urameshi by downplaying his abilities.
A glimmer of interest appeared in Urameshi's eyes. "Yeah?" he said, his voice a tad deeper and his gaze darker at the prospect of a fight.
There's a prowling beast, Reborn thought, hidden behind his casual façade.
"I said if," Reborn spoke, emphasizing on the last word. "I have no reason to." And although that was Reborn's own words and logic, the blood-thirsty beast within Reborn yearned to be free and test himself against Urameshi. As the strongest hitman in the world, how often did he get to have an interesting battle where he wasn't certain of the results?
Reborn longed to see if Urameshi was as great of an opponent as his instincts was telling him he was.
At Reborn's words, the predatory aura was reigned in slightly, although not without some effort. "Pity," Urameshi said, looking away. He glanced back at Reborn after a second. "It would be interesting."
"The collateral damage wouldn't be worth it," Reborn said, although he inwardly agreed with Urameshi.
Urameshi blinked at Reborn's words, before his eyes were darkened by the same pain that Reborn caught a glimpse of last time. "Yeah," Urameshi agreed, a grimace twisting his mouth. His eyes held a far away look, tinted with longing. "I guess that's true."
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I transferred the rest of the payment to your account. There's another person I want you to gather information on. - R
Alright. You know the rules. Half of the usual payment up front and then any additional payment depending on the difficulty of the task. - V
I see you already sent me the first half of the payment. Who's information are you interested in? - V
Urameshi Yusuke. Give me all the information that you can find on him. - R
There was a long pause between the next text. Reborn wasn't too bothered. While Viper normally respond promptly at the prospect of earning more money, he could simply be searching for Urameshi's information. Reborn doubted it would be so easy for Viper, however, when Reborn had also tried and only found the barest information after long research. It was as though Urameshi Yusuke didn't exist.
A noise came from Reborn's phone and his eyes narrowed. That was the sound indicating a change had occurred to Reborn's personal bank account. Few people should know of it, however, since it was under an alias.
Reborn turned on his phone to take a look and blinked when he saw the number figure increased. His phone vibrated then, indicating he received a text.
I'm afraid I can't accept this job. Here's the money that you've sent me. - V
Viper, a man so keen on money, refusing a job? Especially when he knew Reborn always paid well?
Don't ask why. I won't tell. - V
What was inspiring Viper to refuse the job? Loyalty? Reborn doubted Viper was loyal to anyone, except to a minor degree, maybe Xanxus. But the possible Vongola candidate was entrapped in the Ninth's Zero Point Breakthrough. Fear, perhaps? If so, Urameshi may be a more dangerous man than Reborn had initially thought, despite his mostly innocuous appearance.
Either way, this left a lot for Reborn to think about.