Song-One-Shots (KHR)

You Can Make Me Whole

A/N: I don't know why I chose this one, but it is a beautiful song, and couldn't help but write to it. Even if the song is depressing. The song is 'Pieces' by Red.

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WARNING! WARNING! LEMON AHEAD!

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He didn't know what was going on. Why he kept running, kept staying away. He guessed it was because he didn't want to be broken again, didn't want to be exposed to it again.

His phone rang, looking at he contact, he didn't answer. Better to make the break clean, he didn't want this to hurt even more than t had to. And it had to, he may be a Sun, be he definitely acted like a Cloud. Never wanting to be tied down by anyone. Never wanting, fearing, the bonds that would later come back to harm him.

(He couldn't take this for much longer. A traitorous part of him whispered. He quickly shoved it down.)

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Tsuna was, to say the least, upset.  No one had seen head nor hide of his former tutor since they had broken the curse. And Tsuna worried. His calls were never answered, his spy's could never find the man, and worst of all, everything that he could have used to help him in his search was all but sterilized. No clues remaining. Nothing to lead him to a place. His hope was failing.

(He was breaking, dear God! Help. Help. Please, help. Tsuna shoved that part down, the part that needed the sadistic hitman, into the farthest part of his mind and locked it there. He couldn't think of that now.)

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It had been years. Years since Reborn had seen either of his students. (He was still angry at himself for running the moment he could after feeling the beginnings of Harmonization.) And the hitman hated it. Hated it with his entire being. And that frightened him. He shouldn't be hating something that he had to be able to do all his life. Cutting connections should have been easy. But it wasn't. (Should doesn't mean would after all.) Reborn looked at the building that he was staying in for the time being, hating the fact that he hadn't seen him in a while. Reborn knew he was doing well, word spread fast about things like that, but that didn't stop him from worrying. It never did. The hitman sighed.

(Nothing was making sense. He couldn't do this anymore. He was breaking. Breaking. Breaking.)

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Tsuna didn't know what to think anymore. They had confirmed that his onetime tutor was still alive, they had commissioned him for a job through a line of contacts that couldn't be traced back to Vongola by even Mammon, so Reborn definitely couldn't. All Tsuna could do now was wait (Hope) and see if the hitman would return.

(He couldn't wait much longer. There were cracks already. Cracks. Cracks in the glass, so fine you could barely see them. But they were still there, weakening the structure completely. Only the best could see them, but the best wasn't here to fix the cracks, he wasn't there. Never there. Not anymore. Anymore. Anymore.)

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Reborn had heated rumors, it was hard not to when you were as good as he was. Many rumors. But the worst ones, the worst ones were of Tsuna. The one he still thought of as his, even after all these years. Even after Tsuna has likely moved on, moved on from the hitman. (No! Don't think like that. You don't know! Don't know! Don't know.) Found someone else. (STOP!) Reborn didn't care. Didn't want to care.