Left Us Falling [KHR Fanfic]

Found a Kitty, Mr. Reborn

-Left Us falling-

"Party people in da house—untz-untz-untz—"

Her eye twitched. "Goddammit, shouldn't everybody know by now?!" She picked it up.

"This is my friend's phone. Sorry to break the news, but he's dead."

"Last week, you missed the service."

"A shame?" She raised an eyebrow. "Well, what was he doing with his life anyway?"

"Yeah, sorry for your loss, don't call again." She hung up with a huff.

A strangled noise sounded from behind her. She turned to see him staring at her in shock.

"OH MY GOD! How long have you been doing that?!"

She glared at him. "I told you to change that annoying ringtone!"

He didn't talk to her for a whole week after that.

Reborn woke up not knowing where he was. That was okay, he was used to that, but what made him do a double-take was the fact that there was something tiny, warm, and breathing was curled up against his side, and it wasn't Leon.

Okay, that wasn't true. It was Leon, too, but Leon was cuddling up to the tiny form in the orange cotton jacket that he had an arm wrapped around. He looked down and blinked. "Sagi?"

The child stirred, and orange eyes that matched his sweatshirt looked up blearily at him. "Sagi is here." The little thief yawned sleepily.

Reborn sat up, bringing Sagi up along with him. The five-year-old nuzzled into the crook of his neck, making a small noise of content as her wrapped his orange-clad arms around the hitman's neck. Reborn sweat-dropped. How did I, the greatest hitman in the world, end up on baby-sitting duty?

He shook his head and sighed, standing, Sagi curled up in his arms. Leon woke, and hopped up from his place somewhere in Sagi's hood—which was still on the toddler's head, shadowing his face—and made himself snug on the brim of Reborn's fedora. Reborn felt himself feel slightly more at ease with one thing familiar.

He looked around and sighed. "Sagi, will you go to the Vongola with me now?"

"Mhm." The child murmured. "Sagi is tired. Mr. Reborn will take Sagi and Mr. Gun-Lizard to Vongola while Sagi sleeps, ne?"

Reborn bit back a low groan. "...Hai." Really, what else was he suppose to say? He'd never met any kid like Sagi before. He didn't know how to deal with this.

He bent down by the side of the bed, one arm holding the sleeping phantom thief tightly to his chest, and felt for the black suitcase Sagi had brought with him. He frowned. "Sagi, what's in this suitcase, anyway?"

"Sagi's toys." You could literally hear the sleepy smirk that stretched across the vaguely-conscious child's face.

Reborn decided not to open the suitcase. He grabbed the key card Sagi had gotten from his "Oji-san," and headed out of the room.

The elevator made a sharp dinging sound as the doors scrolled open to reveal the lobby ground floor. He headed toward the front desk, trying not to smirk at the half surprised looks from strangers, and the shocked looks from those he knew. Of course. A hot, sexy Italian rich man walking through an extremely expensive hotel carrying a five-year-old sleeping child in his arms was a sight to see. But, a hot, sexy, world-famous Italian hitman walking through a mafia-established top-class hotel carrying a sleeping child in his arms was something else all together.