The Sun's Disappearance

TARGET 6 - DISCOVERY

(A/N:First off we don't own KHR or any anime, we really wish we did cause that would be cool and yeah but no unfortunately we don't, anyway have a nice day....Ciao~)

Reborn's P.O.V

I groaned softly as I came to from my slumber, blearily observing my surroundings as memories of the previous day flooded my mind. I sighed in relief, noting that my fever, which I assumed had been induced from the poison that the Automa Famiglia had injected in me. Once more I was thankful for my Sun Flames, as quite frankly they were probably the biggest factor in why I was still alive, considering my early days as a hitman hadn't started out the best.

Leon appeared in my peripheral vision, before crawling over and licking my cheek in happiness at my recovery. I smiled slightly, stroking his tiny head. Really, Leon was the best partner I could have gotten, and perhaps the only part of the Arcobaleno Curse that I hadn't hated. He was better than Falco, Cosmo, or any of the others.

I shook my head, glancing at my clothes. My lips curled in distaste as I observed the holes and tears in my clothing, alongside blood spots. I recalled that Leon had fended off the woman from coming near me, and once again showed my appreciation with a pat. I grabbed my hat and situated in upon my head, and Leon easily climbed on top.

I rose from the bed and warily headed for the bathroom, noting that it was actually rather late at night. Sighing, I decided to take a shower to wash off the blood, hoping that the woman wouldn't wake up.

She didn't.

Tsuna's POV

I was rather concerned at this point, as Reborn was not back despite declaring that he would be back as soon as possible. I knew the others were also concerned, as Kyoya was far more violent recently (a tremendous feat, I assure you), Mukuro had his little eye twitch back, Chrome idly spun her trident, Takeshi's smile was edging towards the faker one that that he had held during the time before he became my friend, Hayato was calmer than usual, Ryohei was less extreme, and Lambo was oddly quiet.

I found out what had happened as I read the reports of what had happened. A mafia showdown, with near the entirety of the Automa Famiglia eliminated, metallic components strewn around and poison traces. No blood of the perpetrator.

My shoulders shook as I realised that, as Reborn had yet to return, he was injured and likely alone. My eyes glinted and flooded with the orange topaz sheen of my Sky Flames as a grimace settled on my face.

No one harms what's mine and gets away with it. No one.