Flames Darkened

Reborn

Reborn can say, with little doubt, that that was the strangest dinner he had ever the... pleasure of experiencing.

In some aspects, it was just like any Mafia dinner: The food was of the finest cooking and exquisite taste. The silverware was real silver with beautiful~ designs carved into the metal. Not to mention the Sauvignon Blanc he was given paired perfectly with the seafood dishes they were dining on.

{For those who don't know wines... I know nothing about wines either, so don't worry about it. For those who do know wines, I found this one after a minute of research and it was labeled as one of the top ten.}

On the other hand, there wasn't any sense of order most would find in the Mafia: Dishes came and went at different paces, yet the servants themselves weren't rushing back and forth. Some were given more food to consume, Hibari for example, while others were given considerbly less, that female Mist, Chrome, was a perfect example with her portions being the a size fit for a mouse. And while Mafia meals always contained a tense atmosphere, this dinner felt like any other family meal... Granted a bit more chaotic than a normal family meal, but a homey feeling nevertheless.

"Reborn-San," Tsunayoshi spoke up from the chair next to him, "Tell me, what do you think of my family so far? And answer honestly, if there is one thing I despise most in the world it is those who say only what they think another wants to hear."

What did he think? Truly... "I have no words that can describe how I feel about what I know. This place is so different from any Mafia homes I have been in; even those that appear friendly and inviting are really just fake masks. Your family does not feel that way. There is no tension in the air, or if there is then it is something not seen nor felt. This is no Familia, this is a family." And it was true, though the Sun had been here only a few hours, Reborn could practically see the chaos Vongola will have if they manage to convert Tsunayoshi into being their Decimo.

"If I didn't already know that you were about of our world," the Arcobaleno continued, "I would assume you had no hand in it simple by the fact that you don't have the aura that all Dons, even the weakest of the weak, have. You have a family who will willingly lay down their lives for you, not out of fear or false sense of loyalty, but because they know  you would do the same for them."

Tsunayoshi took a sip of his own drink, though what it was Reborn couldn't say, before sending a frightful smirk. "All that and you've only had a few interactions with mine? Are the Arcobaleno really that good or are we simply that transparent?" The Sky asked with a slight chuckle.

"Transparent? No. I am good, but most of what I said is simple speculation from the few interactions I have seen. And not only with your Guardians, but the way both you and them treat the servants. Every Sky and their Guardians, no matter how much they deny it or how kind they are, they all have an air of... superiority when among others not of equal or high socially. Yet each of yours thank their server by name, no matter who they are talking to or about, and not in a condescending way. You servants are just as much family as your Guardians," Reborn explained in a matter-of-factly tone.

Tsunayoshi blinked slowly, a bit of surprise shone in his orange-brown eyes for a second before it was buried. "I am surprised; even the Yakuza we deal with have yet to realize as much as in all the years we've dealt with them then you have with only a few meetings with my own. I am... impressed, I believe is the right word."

"There is just one thing troubling me..." Reborn paused, waiting for Tsunayoshi to give the go-ahead to continue. The Sky gave it, and the Sun continued, "You have a strong pull with an equally strong, and pure, Lightling, Sun, Rain, Mist, and, Hell, even a Classic Cloud, but the only Storm I see is Kurokawa-San yet her bond with you is only a secondary one..."

"No, I don't have the Primary Storm yet," Tsunayoshi confirmed. "There have been some who have tried but we never... clicked. Many were of the opinion that should be my Right-Hand when that position was already filled and were quite... destructive when that Primary Bond just wouldn't form. Those who stayed with us realize they may never fill that position and are just happy working off of Secondary Bonds. Since I don't have a Primary Storm, my Secondaries follow Hana-Chan as she was my first Storm, no matter how Cloudy she gets," the Sky finished with a chuckle.

(No Primary Storm... Maybe...) "What if I could recommend a Storm who might be what you are looking for," Reborn brought up after a moment.

The Sky just raised an eyebrow, though the amount of skepticism that action made would be amusing in completely different situations.

"There's this Storm I was originally going to bring from Italy to fill in the Storm spot, though this was before I knew you weren't a civilian and already had most of your Guardian spots filled. I was going to scrap the plan now that I know the only good thing about Baka-Iemitsu's notes on you is as fire fuel, but if are in need of a Storm..." The Sun Arcobaleno trailed off, not needing to say anything more as the Sky took on a thoughtful look.

"Perhaps," Tsunayoshi finally spoke, "I will allow you to bring in this unknown Storm and we shall see if a bond forms, whether it be Primary or Secondary. Any other plans I should know about?"

"All my plans got scrapped when I realized Baka-Iemitsu was even more of an idiot then I first thought. I thought about introducing you to a former student of mine, but he's a Sky and I'm no longer sure how the meeting would go," Reborn confessed, the need to bang his head against the wall returning.

"As long as you keep me informed," was all Tsunayoshi said before returning to his desert that had appeared during their talk; a raspberry-white chocolate cheesecake and a side of ice cream.

Reborn had no idea how his mission was going to proceed from here, but he became sure of two things: That he may no longer be bored and...

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Baka-Iemitsu was a dead man walking.

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Chapter Done!

Sorry it was been awhile my beloved little pups. I wrote this chapter, then deleted it, then wrote it, then deleted it, and it's been like that with my other stories as well. I know what I want with them, I just can't seem to get it down on paper... or computer in this insistence.

Till next time, though when that is I can't be sure,

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