One thing about Reborn that everyone knows is that he never rejects a mission. Since he bulldozed his way into the mafia world with a gun and a fedora, he had never rejected a single mission that has gotten onto his table. He had killed who he was paid to killed, kidnapped who he had to kidnapped, torture who he needed to torture, and scared who he needed to scare. In fact, he had even killed his hirer multiple times because his hirer's target offered him more money to kill his hirer. And after killing his hirer, he would kill the target his first hirer commissioned him to kill. In conclusion, he would just kill whoever offered him money to kill.

The thunder was loud, booming and deafening in the background. It was calming, it was unnerving. Because it was on these days that Tsuna could see the shadows of the past, the shadows of the dead.

Loud sips of ice milk tea with tapioca pearl interrupted as Luce has stare down at Fon who made a point to stare back at her. He even left his mapo tofu that Hibari bought over as emotional support on the picnic cloth, untouched. Fon dared her to speak--to even address the elephant in the room. Luce, the only person that can go against the Hibaris unscathed and even win out of any fights with them, not only addressed that elephant but even dressed it up like it was Dumbo the Elephant. "You have a crush on someone who is in the same class as you, who--quote unquote--has the rizz akin to the silkiest tofu in all mapo tofu history." [Sequel to red sweater and biceps]

The summer sun was scorching, burning brightly the day I saw them get together. The cicadas were singing its songs, screeching and ringing in my ears when I saw them stand together, on stage, hand in hand, smiling at each other with vows on their lips, in their hearts.

It was a beautiful summer as I, and everyone else witnessed their union.

“FUCK YOU REBORN!” Colonnello shouted into the air as the stolen bike sped down the street, said hitman behind him trying to shoot the last few stranglers that chased after them, all the time clutching tightly onto Colonnello’s waist.

“Fuck you too, dumbass.” Reborn grumbled while pinching Colonnello’s waist.

The sound of tape rolling filled the theater, a background music as the red, heavy curtain pulled up with squeaks.

[Good evening and welcome.]

[This is a story, of a boy.]

[A boy,] And a boy about 10 years of age, in white shirt, black vest and checkered short, sat in a big maroon chair by a fireplace. He held onto a white-coloured bear and was reading a story book happily, legs kicking slightly. [Who loved to read.]

[His name is,] The boy looked up and grinned.

[Irie Shoichi.]

Fon was a beta through and through despite looking like an alpha. He, in his lithe yet muscular body, had always been mistaken as an alpha throughout his years since childhood. His parents expected him to be an alpha, his grandparents expected him to be an alpha, heck even his neighbours expected him to be an alpha.

He never felt like an alpha though, not even before he was classified as a beta. He just felt normal. Like a normal person with blood flowing through his veins.

So no, he never identified himself as anything else but a human–a beta.

Tsuna was a witch—a necromancer in his first mortal life. He didn’t know how he became one, but one day he became aware that he was one. One who steals from Death, one who forces the souls it reaps to work for him. And that was all he does.

Every life he went through, every reincarnation—he called upon the dead souls, and called upon Death. He was the unrest of the world.

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Reborn: So what’s for dinner?

Fon, staring at the food they just burnt: Regret.

The air was bad; full of smokes and pollutions and dusts. It was really bad, and Enma couldn’t breath properly even through the mask. All these were the main reason why Enma hated big cities, why he hated smelling air that is so filled with bad stuffs. It gave him headache and stomachache. Not to mention the smell of people always got him iffy and nauseous.

Slowing down his breathing, Enma tried to move as fast as he could through the waves of people. He mumbled excuse me under his breath with every steps he took, making his way towards a mall that was packed with people

It was so bad.

But he endured. After all, he was meeting with Tsuna there, and so as long he could spend time with Tsuna, all was worth the trouble.

06/05/2943

It was his birthday yesterday, the skylark who took over control of Namimori. He was interesting. His first reaction was not to hoard food, but to start a one-sided slaughter with the undead. He then ordered his men to put up fences around Namimori boarder, closing off the small town. He cleaned up the remains and burnt the undead.

Some, though, he kept caged in his compound.

In all the years of Tsuna’s life, he had never expected that one day, he would find a child bundled in long, dirty cloak right in front of his humble abode. Mouth opened in mid yawn, Tsuna stared at the body with bulging eyes. He blinked once, twice, thrice, and to his horror, the child was still there.

For Ricardo to fall in love with Reborn was an inevitable thing. It wasn’t expected, of course. Both although were from the same circle, they had little to no affiliation other than one contracting the other and the other killing for the one. In fact, they don’t even have much contact with each other during the few times Vongola decided to seek out the freelance hitman where Ricardo had to brief him the specifics.

So, it wasn’t expected, but when everyone noticed that their Don’s cousin-slash-heir had fallen for Reborn, it wasn’t surprising.

Day 2: Sky Day

Hibari’s nose scrunched up at that, but he didn’t say anything. He merely scoffed and walked forward, heading back into the castle. “Fon is in the library.”

Reborn hummed, tipping his fedora forward slightly to cover his eyes. “Grazie, Hibari.” Hibari scoffed again.