Reborn as a (God)parent

Arc 3:Doctor

Tsuna sat next to Reborn. The child was happily drawing on a sheet of paper with crayons.

Various doodles of people and places mixed with mind contorting designs in a range of colors from Prussian blue to Creamshell white.

While Tsuna was having fun, Reborn was not.

Someone had landed some good hits on the man's leg. By good, Reborn meant his leg was probably broken. He was the world's best hitman, but unlike popular belief, he wasn't invincible.

Reborn could heal his leg without help. Yet if he does, it could be healed wrong. The raven hated being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Thus the hitman conceded that he'd have to track down the one man who he'd relatively trust to not poison him.

A text, some negotiations, and payment to Mammon ended up with Reborn having the man's location and status.
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Doctors' major annoyances often consisted of patients pointing out something bothering them during the appointment. Its nice to know about such things, before the appointment. (This message has been brought to you by all doctors who do check ups.)

Shamal was having a good day. No overly pesky patients. No one who just suddenly said something like 'I'd like you to look at this growth on my shoulder'. That person made him fifteen minutes late for the rest of the day. (Also, it was a pretty disgusting parasitic fungus. It made him cringe whenever he thought of that thing.)

Shamal was checking through the rooms. It was his duty to lock up the clinic today. Shamal clicked off the lights and crossed the corridor to the next room.

Something wasn't right in this room. Shamal quickly flipped on the lights. On the table sat a hitman, who smirked unbridled.

The black of his suit camouflaged the splattered blood from unobservant eyes. The tip of Leon's tail peeked out from behind the hitman's neck. The placement of the animal caused Shamal to notice the blood on the usually spotless collar.

The mangled state of the man's leg drew the doctor's attention. The pant leg had been slitted by knives and showed some of the red streaked skin.

Shamal kept his distance with the wariness of a bug in front of a chameleon.

Then Shamal noticed the child drawing beside the hitman. The doctor froze and decided that it would be best for his health to ignore the kid as long as possible.

"Cat got your tongue, Shamal?" Reborn taunted. The hitman drew the doctor's attention back to the most dangerous person in the room.

"I don't treat men...?" Shamal clumsily attempted to get out of whatever he got into. Reborn gave the doctor a exasperated glare.

Shamal stumbled into it, but it was Reborn who put the brick there.

Shamal reluctantly walked over to the hitman. The sickly sweet scent of blood and gunpowder residue hit Shamal's nostrils.

Shamal narrowed his eyes.  "Put your leg up on the table."

There was no noticeable change in Reborn's movements unless you were quite experienced in body language. To Shamal, the stiffness screamed pain and a fracture.

Shamal was about to start checking out Reborn's injuries, then remembered the child. "Do you want the kid to see all this?" Shamal remarked.

"Tsuna, look away." Reborn ordered. The brunette nodded and focused on his drawings. Shamal shook off the deja vu that came over him at the child's name.