Flames Darkened

Reborn

I have no ideas for my other stories. Nothing I write sounds right. I'm not giving up yet but I am goiong to take a little break from the rest of my stories for now.

So, here's a new story that I've been working on for a bit.

Hope you enjoy.

"Japanese"

"Italian"

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Reborn knew he would have his hands full when Nono called him. He knew he would have to use extremes similar to when he trained Dino when he got the information from Baka-Iemitsu.

So, he packed up his things, booked a flight to Namimori, Japan, and began to do his favorite thing in the world... he began to plot.

In the 12 hours and 46 minutes it took for Reborn to get from Italy to Japan, the cursed hitman managed to take two naps, come up with twenty new tor- tutoring activities, and read over Baka-Iemitsu's profile at least a dozen times. All-in-all, it was a very productive flight for the Sun Arcobaleno.

Then the flight landed and the trouble began.

Reborn had just reached the security checkpoints... when an officer asked him to "please" follow. Being the great and awesome hitman that he was, Reborn played his innocent toddler act. The officer was a kind woman who just asked what he was doing in Japan, how long will he be staying, standard questions for a foreigner. Then, he was let go.

It didn't reach the Arcobaleno's brain until he was well~ away from the airport: Out of all the questions the officer asked him, none of them had to do with the age that he appeared as. And if Reborn had looked back even a second before the airport was out of sight, he would have seen that same officer talking quickly into her phone...

But, he didn't.

Then things got crazier:

Reborn was paranoid by nature, you didn't become the #1 hitman in the world being oblivious and walking around with your head in the clouds, but even he was starting to think he should get help. After all, there was no way everyone in this peaceful little town could have known who he was and what he did for a living. So there was no way that everyone in town was either glaring at him or avoiding eye contact... Right? 

Of course! It was all in his head. That made perfect sense. Reborn was just overworked. In fact, this job will make the perfect vacation. He can just sit back, relax, shoot his new sla-- student, and finally have a peaceful life for the next few years. Just what the doctor ordered.

With that in mind, Reborn continued on his way, ignoring the stares and/or avoidances that he was receiving. After all, it was just all in his head.

Then he tried to do more research on his new sla-- student; keyword being tried.

It was currently summer vacation. The time when kids have some fun and forget the stress that is school. So, when Reborn found that Tsuna wasn't home, the Sun Arcobaleno reasoned that the teen must be at a local hangout or something.

A few days later, and Reborn had found nothing on a teen named Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Frustrated to levels he had never experienced before, Reborn just decided to move along with his plans.

With the greeting of the morning sun, the next day, the cursed hitman placed a flyer for a home tutor in the Sawada mailbox.

A week later: the sun was shining, the school break was over, and Nana had yet to contact him. And thus, Reborn felt that his level of frustration about to burst.

The cursed hitman did something he thought he would never do: He pulled out his phone and called Baka-Iemitsu.

"Hello?"

"Baka-Iemitsu inform your wife that you decided to send a tutor to help with Dame--Tsuna's schooling." 

"Eh?" Reborn could feel that idiot's eyes widen. "Reborn..."

"Tell her by noon or I'll shoot you in the head."

"Eh? Wh..."

Reborn hung up so that he wouldn't have to listen to the biggest idiot on the planet.

(Now to wait. I hate waiting.)