The hitman stops to look over a sharp shoulder, briefly confused as to why Tsuna would think that he was mad at him. A smirk tugs at his lips but the Sicilian refrains from expressing anything other than a piercing stare that runs up and down the mafia boss’s form. He was merely checking to see if brunette was dressed well enough for their destination, and if his gaze lingered on Tsuna’s lithe frame a little longer than needed ( the young man definitely wore suits very well, Reborn would admit ), well, the ex-Arcobaleno wouldn’t comment on the matter.
” I won’t be mad if you hurry your ass up, Dame-Tsuna. ”
❛ i – alright – ❜
he smooths out the wrinkles in his suit jacket with a nervous, haphazard swipe of his hands, wringing them slightly, just a bit nervous as to where the other man is taking him and why. surely tsuna is too old for impromptu training sessions, right?
❛ will you – at least tell me where we’re going? should i change? ❜
Suddenly he there, standing at the mafioso’s desk, dark gaze hidden by even darker shadows as he looms over his former student. A pointed shoe taps impatiently and a scowl is twisted onto handsome features, as if the decimo’s presence had done something already to displease him. The hitman only pauses in his glaring to glance at his wristwatch, expression darkening further upon checking the time. There is no hesitation as he rudely waves for Tsuna to stand, motioning to the door.
” Grab your coat. We’re going. ”
tsuna had been trying to get some work done like reborn had asked (a week ago) because the wrath of reborn was not something tsuna wanted to incur, even ten years after meeting the man (baby? whatever). reborn’s voice startles him out of his paperwork-induced daze, and he loses his grip on his pen – mind racing as to what the heck he’d done wrong to make reborn so mad (was it the paperwork? he can’t be mad about that, can he? tsuna had be doing it as reborn was walking in!) as the writing utensil clatters to the ground.
he stalls for a moment, reaching down to grab the pen, still thinking about just what he’d done. in his absentminded stupor, he hits his head on the edge of the desk, wincing as he rises from his seat – throwing the pen onto his desk.
❛ … i’m sorry … for whatever i did to make you mad. and if it wasn’t me – i’m sorry for whatever mukuro did. or … lambo. ❜
”I said, let me see.” The words are practically growled out and a hand darts forward to pull the other closer, closing around the younger’s forearm and dragging him over to the couch and forcing him to sit. Without hesitation he peels away the other’s jacket, a hand bubbling with yellow flame reaching out to press against the wound. But despite the fact it was fire the sun flame did not burn, the sensation instead soothing as the hitman healed the somewhat minor wound. However, it’s lack of severity did little to improve Reborn’s mood.
“Itold you I should have accompanied you.”
despite the severity of the situation, he lets out a giggle at both the feel of reborn’s flame against his skin, and the other man’s gruff affection. ha! and reborn tried to act like he never cared about anyone.
❛i’m fine, ❜ he says it softly with a slight smile – moving his free hand on reborn’s shoulder. it was an awkward position with reborn tending to his wound, but tsuna had a feeling reborn would affection the touch, especially as it was nearing that time – in the other timeline where tsuna had died. and tsuna had gotten himself hurt. but! it wasn’t like it was on purpose.
❛you were busy here, reborn. you can’t just drop everything to follow me around all the time. i’m fine! i promise. ❜
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..*/ tears up .
and reborn watching the tapes over and over trying to figure out where they’ve taken tsuna, not even muting the volume because he figures he deserves to hear tsuna trying not to scream in pain because it was his fault – it was all his fault for letting tsuna get caught and when they get a lead on tsuna’s kidnappers (a week after tsuna has been murdered) reborn slaughters them and all anyone can think is this future was supposed to be better and tsuna wasn’t supposed to die
He can’t help but laugh at the Japanese being whispered to him. Tsuna must really be struggling to speak Italian if his accent’s so thick and he keeps switching back and forth between it and his native tongue, so Reborn decides to cut the younger a break, a rare smile creeping across his face at the kiss. This time it is Reborn who’s doing the cuddling, nuzzling the mafia boss’s neck, lips pressed against tender skin.
” I missed you too. “ He answers in Japanese rather than Italian. ” Don’t worry, I’ll stay. I won’t leave you again. “ He doesn’t promise because he knows he can’t, he knows that he’s going to leave on yet another mission at some point, but at the moment he wished to appease Tsuna, nothing more. “ Of course, that means you have to stay, too. Every time you leave my sight I get concerned. “ It was nice, talking to Tsuna like this. He was much more honest while intoxicated than when Reborn spoke to him during the day, which in itself was disconcerting.
and he presses even closer, shivering – because his neck is sensitive and reborn knows that and then he’s sighing because reborn is really, really warm and he just can’t get close enough.
’ i’ll never leave your side again – ’ an intoxicated promise that revealed perhaps a bit too much, but he’s too drunk to care, clumsy fingers searching out slivers of warm skin – brushing against the soft skin of reborn’s wrist reverently, a gentle caress at the hollow of reborn’s throat –
and he’s back to murmuring things softly in japanese, lips moving against reborn’s shoulder, his entire body loose-limbed and pilant. ’ i’ll stay with you always. i promise. ‘
