Reborn (KHR fanfic)

Chapter VIII - The Shattered Lightning

We all ended up spending the night in Kyoya's living room. Unfortunately I only got maybe an hour of sleep as I ended up right back with Lambo. It seemed that he had managed to drag himself from the spot in front of that man's door, and was now aimlessly walking down streets. The tears that still streamed down the child's face and the sniffles and shivers that raked his body went ignored. He would repeat Reborn's name and how he just wanted to go home.

When I did wake up it was a little past 5 a.m. I heard the soft sounds of someone in the kitchen. Carefully I removed myself from my position leaning against Mukuro, my legs strewn across Gokudera's lap. I breathed a sigh of relief when I successfully got up without waking them. Taking a look around I saw that the only one missing was Kyoya.

My feet padded quietly across the dark hardwood floor as I made my way towards the kitchen. Once my feet hit the cold grey tile of the kitchen I smiled. Kyoya stood at the counter preparing himself a cup of coffee. I wasn't surprised that he was up already. He always woke up at exactly 5:00. I still didn't understand how he achieved such a feat without the assistance of an alarm clock.

"Good morning, Kyoya." Said male turned back to me with narrowed eyes.

"Hn." Picking up on his annoyance I quickly deduced the cause.

"I'm not going back to sleep." His eyes narrowed further, but I ignored him. "Lambo is doing a little better I think. He managed to get up and move from the doorway. Although now he's wandering the streets. I just hope nothing bad happens to him."

The prefect released a sigh relenting on getting me to go back to sleep. Walking past him I poured myself a cup of coffee. Hopping up onto the counter I took a sip and gagged slightly when there bitter liquid hit my tongue.

"Urk, I knew there was a reason I didn't drink this stuff" glancing over at Kyoya I asked, "do you have any creamer and sugar?"

Wordlessly the raven haired male walked over to the fridge and grabbed a small container of milk. Handing the bottle to me he then crossed the threshold in three long strides and opened the pantry. After five minutes of searching he emerged with a small jar of sugar. He handed it to me and grabbed a spoon from the utensils drawer.

"Thank you." I smiled to which I received a nod. I quickly poured in some milk turning the black liquid to a light brown. I then added 5 large spoonfuls of sugar, stirring the mixture I then took another sip. Much better.

"Your not making any coffee for me?" A certain indigonette popped his head into the kitchen. Kyoya, not wanting to deal with the pineapples antics this early in the morning, sent a scalding glare to the newcomer.

"Aww, is the Slylark not a morning person?" Two tonfa suddenly appeared in the ticked off teen's hands.

"Herbivore."

"Oya oya?" Mukuro smirked materializing his trident. I sipped on my coffee as I debated as to whether or not I should intervene. I decided to let them be for now, after all this was Kyoya's house, who was I to dictate what he can and can't do in his own home. The three sleeping teens in the other room flashed through my mind, well I guess if things got to hectic I'd step in.

Kyoya launched himself at the chuckling illusionist who blocked the blow with his trident. He managed to catch the taller off guard, giving him a kick in the stomach sending the other flying into the living room, crashing into the wooden coffee table. The loud crash jolted the sleeping occupants of the room awake. The silverette was on his feet, alert, bombs at the ready. Chrome just sat up and yawned already used to the two's destructive tendencies. Yamamoto sat up and quickly assessed the situation and was now laughing merrily as he watched the two destroy the living room. This went on for another ten minutes before Mukuro managed to get a hit in after Kyoya had been distracted momentarily by an illusion. Kyoya crashed into the couch Chrome and Yamamoto were seated on nearly knocking the piece of furniture over. Deciding that enough was enough I hopped down from my seat on the counter, setting down my now empty mug, and entered the living room.