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No. 8

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Disclaimers: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn
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"Other Languages"
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When we got to the room, Reborn laid me on the bed. Tucking me into the warm blankets as he had me sit up against the bed frame. I wanted to glare at him and tell him to leave but before I could even say anything, he gave me a stern glare.

"Don't even..." His voice was full of seriousness as he spook. I could only sit up slightly with a scowl refusing to completely back done.

'The rain, along with my injures that kept making me have constant blood loss has finally taking its toll' I thought. My jaw clenched tight at the unfortunate feeling of weakness. Reborn just nodded slightly in approval at me backing down. Not long after that his attention was placed on the door when a soft knock sounded against the wood. The door was opened reveling Fon, who carried a tray with a bowl of soup and glass of water placed on it. He looked towards me with a smile, as he walked in. He laid the tray on the night stand beside the bed, giving me one last glance, he turned to leave. The small sounds of his footsteps padded against the cold wood floors as he walked away. He grabbed the door handle as he walked out, shutting the door with a small click, that could be heard in the room. I held my gaze on the back of the door, watching it as if someone were to walk back through the door. 

I was quickly brought out of my starring contest with door, when I heard the scraping of a chair being brought to my bed side. I glanced from the side of my eyes to see Reborn pulling a chair up. My breathing could be heard slightly making it sound labored. I felt as if my body had been hit with a cement wall. Causing gravity to pull me down. I wanted to get up so badly but my body protested in every way possible. Not only that but my body was starting to except that man that sat next to me. It made me mad. Tsuyoshi and Takeshi were different. Even when we first meet I couldn't completely trust them. But I had meet them in the past before so I was able to trust them quiet quickly and easily. But this man was a total stranger. A very dangerous man at that. I couldn't comprehend how I was relaxing more easily. I detested how my body reacted towards the man. Even if he did save my life. Not only that. He treats me as a child. A child he's known for a long time in which he's lectured and taken care of. It was hard for me to believe this man could act like that with a stranger. A stranger should be an enemy. Someone to eliminate if found dangerous in his book.

Reborn reached over grabbing the bowl of soup from the night stand causing me to roll my head over to look at him. He grabbed the spoon and napkin that was laid neatly on the sliver tray. He placed the soup back on the tray for a second after getting the napkin from under it. He leaned over closer to me as he placed the napkin on my chest all the way up under my chin.

"If you don't eat willingly, I'll shove it down your throat and hold my hand over your mouth each time." He said deadly serious. I wanted to shout back but found myself complying. He picked the bowl up from the tray. Dipping the spoon into the soup. He lifted the spoon out before holding it over the bowl, letting any soup on the bottom of the spoon drip and scrapping it on the side removing excess soup partials off before leaning over to me. I hesitatingly opened my mouth, allowing the hot liquid substance to enter. My mouth shut around the spoon, enough that when he pulled back, everything on it came off. Sliding into every inch of my mouth. The taste was certainly delicious. The warm feeling of it running down my chilly and yet still hot body. The feeling was wonderfully excruciating despite the feeling of sickness overwhelming my body.