Left Us Falling [KHR Fanfic]

Little Mr. Gun Lizard

-Left Us Falling-

"Listen."

"No."

"Listen."

"No."

"Listen."

"No."

"Listen."

"Why?"

"List— ..."

"..."

The wind was blowing very hard that day.

Reborn eyes the note suspiciously. "How can you be certain this is from Sagi?" He asked.

"We can't. But that's why we're sending you."

His day had been pretty normal. He'd woken up early, as usual, and went straight to the coffee shop for an espresso. Okay, no, that wasn't true. That was lie. A terrible, terrible white lie. He'd gotten dressed first. Then he'd gone to the coffee shop. Really, he shouldn't have to explain these things, you people should just roll with it. He's Reborn Chaos, greatest hitman in the world. He shouldn't have to explain anything.

Right. Back to the story. Anyway, he'd gotten his coffee and then the morning had become so much ore bearable. Then, he'd received at least one call, text, email and/or voicemail from each of the remaining arcobaleno—this was becoming routine, see—who all wanted to know if he could remember how he'd broken the curse. The first was always that blasted scientist, but the others always followed soon after. He'd lost count of how many time that he'd told them, but he didn't remember how it happened. One day, he woke up, and he was an adult. There, see? Very anticlimactic, easy to believe, nothing really happened, but no, they just wouldn't fucking leave him alone.

Sorry. That's right—normal morning, he should be over this by now...

But then, he gets called in by the Nono, right in the middle of a job. He had to just go up and shoot that damnable target with Leon, instead of doing what he'd planned all week to do—it would've gotten rid of a lot of stress, really. Plus, now he'd made a huge mess.

Now, he was sitting in a chair, in the Vongola's Boss's office, staring down at a note, from the greatest phantom thief the underworld had seen, ever, that he'd been called to check out, which may or may not have been a forgery. So please, excuse him if he was a little pissed off. On the inside, of course, because Reborn just rolls like that. But yeah, he was pissed. But only a bit... Truly.

"But what about—"

"We trust you can take care of yourself?"

He snorted in disbelief. What kind of question was that? "Of course, bu—"

"Then you should have no problem with this."

"Nono, I—"

"Good luck~"

The door closed before he could even say anything, and Reborn hissed out a curse. "Dammit."

(Don't look too hard~)

The child sat on the bench, feet dangling off the edge, far above the ground. His white trainers were untied, the shoelaces rubbing up against the gravel. His orange hood shadowed his face, which was staring at the ground. Altogether, he looked a bit put out.

"Hey, little buddy." A shadow fell over him, and the tiny boy looked up slightly to see a man in a suit crouching before him. The boy caught a fleeting sense of deja-vu, and wanted to giggle, but held back his smile, putting on a pout. "Daijoubu desu ka?"*