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Title: By My Side Again
Author: Pain au Chocolat
Language: English.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters used in this fiction. Everything belongs to Akira Amano.
Rating & Warnings: T Cursing, angst, OOCness, AU (this happens after the Varia arc, but disregards the TYL arc.) In a TYL where Tsuna died, but Reborn didn’t. Well, okay, maybe it’s not QUITE T, but hey… I like T more than K+. Fine, PG, then.
Summary: When Reborn is hit by the Ten Years Bazooka, Tsuna doesn’t quite understand why the older version of his tutor is acting the way he is.
Pairing: Implied Adult!Rebron x Tsuna
This is more of a drabble anyway. Very short.
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BY MY SIDE AGAIN
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It seemed to happen in slow motion, from Tsuna’s point of view. Lambo tripped while holding the bazooka in his hands, right when the Arcobaleno was having a fierce argument with Colonello and Tsuna’s dad. A bit of bad luck, and there it was. A poof of smoke that made Bianci hyperventilate and then faint, while Lambo ran away with a frightened squeal.
A tall man - could have been around six feet tall - finally emerged from the cloud. Absently Tsuna wondered how the baby could have grown so much in ten years, but ended up just blinking in astonishment as the man Reborn will become stepped into view. Dressed in a black suit, and his usual hat - even Leon was there, heck even those funny curls! - the pro hitman didn’t look that much different from his baby-self… size not counted, naturally.
All in all, Tsuna noted, he was surprisingly handsome… and very intimidating.
“R-reborn?” He stuttered, as a pair of sharp, pitch black eyes were fixed on him. And suddenly they weren’t glaring as much as hopeful, or narrowed with suspicion as much as wide with shock. Tsuna could only gape as the gun fell from the now limp hand, as the man stood there, staring at him as if he had never seen the shorter male before.
“Tsuna…” even his voice had changed dramatically. It was deeper, rougher - a voice of an adult. Tsuna squeaked with surprise as he was suddenly being embraced by the sadistic, Spartan tutor. A faint scent of tobacco, gun powder and cologne made Tsuna smile with recognition. He didn’t know what was going on, but this was Reborn so the worst that could happen to him was to get beaten up or caught off guard or something.
This didn’t seem like training, though.
“Reborn,” the brunet said softly. “You will change a lot.” A response came in the form of a tightening grip, and a shallow breath.
“You… never changed much.”
“Eh? Am I still the same?” He would have preferred to be much cooler…
“I’m sorry,” the man chocked, and Tsuna couldn’t help but feel worried. Just what had happened to make Reborn apologize!? Oh well, whatever it was, Tsuna knew that people who were feeling bad, needed to be comforted. So that’s what he did.
“I wish I could say I understand,” the boy said kindly. “But I don’t. However, I can promise you that whether it’s my past or future self, I forgive you.”
“I don’t deserve it,” Reborn hissed, and pushed Tsuna away, to glare at him. Yet, he groaned and pulled him back into the embrace, as if he couldn’t stand being away from the other, glare softening into a desperate expression. “I don’t even deserve your kindness, let alone forgiveness.” Tsuna sighed, and glanced at his father and Colonello, who observed the unfolding scene with concern, alarm and almost fear.
“R-reborn.”
“Five minutes, now almost ending,” the man whispered, and Tsuna’s body froze in shock as a pair of hot, dry lips pressed against his throat. “I promise you I’ll change it. You’ll be by my side again.”
“Am I not…” Tsuna asked hesitantly. “By your side ten years from now on?”
Tsuna knew the pain caused by punches, and knew the pain of guilt when he yelled at one of the kids. He knew pain that came when his mother looked at him with a disappointed expression, and the pain he felt when he didn’t live up to the expectations of his comrades. But he hadn’t known that even smiles could be painful.
Because that small, sad smile on Reborn’s face hurt. Yet, before getting an answer to his question, in a poof of smoke he was holding a familiar baby in his hands. A baby that was looking at him with pure determination.
“I’ll annihilate the Millefiore,” Reborn swore in an uncharacteristic manner. Those few minutes in the future had taught him a lot -
enough to have a footing, at any case.
Tsuna didn’t understand.
And if Reborn succeeded, he wouldn’t even need to.
This living hand, now warm and capable,
of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
and in the icy silence of the tomb,
so haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights.
That thou would wish thing own heart dry of blood,
so in my veins red life might stream again,
and thou be conscience-calm’d - see here it is -
I hold it towards you.
- Keats
Author: Pain au Chocolat
Language: English.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters used in this fiction. Everything belongs to Akira Amano.
Rating & Warnings: T Cursing, angst, OOCness, AU (this happens after the Varia arc, but disregards the TYL arc.) In a TYL where Tsuna died, but Reborn didn’t. Well, okay, maybe it’s not QUITE T, but hey… I like T more than K+. Fine, PG, then.
Summary: When Reborn is hit by the Ten Years Bazooka, Tsuna doesn’t quite understand why the older version of his tutor is acting the way he is.
Pairing: Implied Adult!Rebron x Tsuna
This is more of a drabble anyway. Very short.
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BY MY SIDE AGAIN
_____________________________________________________________________
It seemed to happen in slow motion, from Tsuna’s point of view. Lambo tripped while holding the bazooka in his hands, right when the Arcobaleno was having a fierce argument with Colonello and Tsuna’s dad. A bit of bad luck, and there it was. A poof of smoke that made Bianci hyperventilate and then faint, while Lambo ran away with a frightened squeal.
A tall man - could have been around six feet tall - finally emerged from the cloud. Absently Tsuna wondered how the baby could have grown so much in ten years, but ended up just blinking in astonishment as the man Reborn will become stepped into view. Dressed in a black suit, and his usual hat - even Leon was there, heck even those funny curls! - the pro hitman didn’t look that much different from his baby-self… size not counted, naturally.
All in all, Tsuna noted, he was surprisingly handsome… and very intimidating.
“R-reborn?” He stuttered, as a pair of sharp, pitch black eyes were fixed on him. And suddenly they weren’t glaring as much as hopeful, or narrowed with suspicion as much as wide with shock. Tsuna could only gape as the gun fell from the now limp hand, as the man stood there, staring at him as if he had never seen the shorter male before.
“Tsuna…” even his voice had changed dramatically. It was deeper, rougher - a voice of an adult. Tsuna squeaked with surprise as he was suddenly being embraced by the sadistic, Spartan tutor. A faint scent of tobacco, gun powder and cologne made Tsuna smile with recognition. He didn’t know what was going on, but this was Reborn so the worst that could happen to him was to get beaten up or caught off guard or something.
This didn’t seem like training, though.
“Reborn,” the brunet said softly. “You will change a lot.” A response came in the form of a tightening grip, and a shallow breath.
“You… never changed much.”
“Eh? Am I still the same?” He would have preferred to be much cooler…
“I’m sorry,” the man chocked, and Tsuna couldn’t help but feel worried. Just what had happened to make Reborn apologize!? Oh well, whatever it was, Tsuna knew that people who were feeling bad, needed to be comforted. So that’s what he did.
“I wish I could say I understand,” the boy said kindly. “But I don’t. However, I can promise you that whether it’s my past or future self, I forgive you.”
“I don’t deserve it,” Reborn hissed, and pushed Tsuna away, to glare at him. Yet, he groaned and pulled him back into the embrace, as if he couldn’t stand being away from the other, glare softening into a desperate expression. “I don’t even deserve your kindness, let alone forgiveness.” Tsuna sighed, and glanced at his father and Colonello, who observed the unfolding scene with concern, alarm and almost fear.
“R-reborn.”
“Five minutes, now almost ending,” the man whispered, and Tsuna’s body froze in shock as a pair of hot, dry lips pressed against his throat. “I promise you I’ll change it. You’ll be by my side again.”
“Am I not…” Tsuna asked hesitantly. “By your side ten years from now on?”
Tsuna knew the pain caused by punches, and knew the pain of guilt when he yelled at one of the kids. He knew pain that came when his mother looked at him with a disappointed expression, and the pain he felt when he didn’t live up to the expectations of his comrades. But he hadn’t known that even smiles could be painful.
Because that small, sad smile on Reborn’s face hurt. Yet, before getting an answer to his question, in a poof of smoke he was holding a familiar baby in his hands. A baby that was looking at him with pure determination.
“I’ll annihilate the Millefiore,” Reborn swore in an uncharacteristic manner. Those few minutes in the future had taught him a lot -
enough to have a footing, at any case.
Tsuna didn’t understand.
And if Reborn succeeded, he wouldn’t even need to.
This living hand, now warm and capable,
of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
and in the icy silence of the tomb,
so haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights.
That thou would wish thing own heart dry of blood,
so in my veins red life might stream again,
and thou be conscience-calm’d - see here it is -
I hold it towards you.
- Keats