1009 Words excluding (A/N)~ I no own KHR
Written June 9 2020
Posted June 10 2020
NEXT UPDATE on or before June 24 2020The hitman was silent for a few moments as he contemplated what he'd just learned, he turned his gaze to meet Tsuna's "How do you manage to hide the fact that Ie is a vampire from himself?" Sure the two had mentioned that the sky had often put blood in their food, but it didn't seem like that would be enough.
'Surely sneaking in bits of blood would be too easy, so there has to be more'
"Oh" A small blush tinted his student's cheeks "I occasionally knock Ie-chan out to file down his fangs" It was weird, but it had to be done if the secret was to be kept "I always make it look like he just tripped and hit his head though" Ie would have gone on even more rampages if he'd known that he'd been knocking him out all this time.
Reborn blinked, that was a really weird image to think about "How did Ie become a vampire?" He was pretty sure that Tsuna hadn't said that the old vampire had turned the other as well. His gaze sharpened "It's not easy to infect others right?" Tsuna had bled enough that he was pretty sure that if it was contracted by blood, the city would be swarming with vampires by now.
Honey darkened a bit, his gaze lowering "Ie-chan got shot by someone in the mafia" He breathed "He was really hurt and losing too much blood so I bit him with the intention of turning him" Tsuna paused to pet Nezumi a bit more "When he woke up, he thankfully didn't remember anything about that day" And he'd been healed completely so there was no evidence of what had happened.
The hitman frowned, it seemed like Ie was quite prone to memory loss. Maybe he should get Shamal to check on the teen to make sure that there's no problems.
'It wouldn't do for one of Tsuna's guardians to have real memory problems caused by something physical'
*
Mukuro's eye narrowed as he tossed away another nobody, the amount of people of little importance that he'd killed so far was uncountable. His lips curled with disgust, why were so many weak mafioso trying to set down their roots in Namimori? The weak ones often were the ones that conducted disgusting tests since they weren't strong enough to actually fight. It was one of the main reasons that he despised the mafia.
'The mafia needs to change, it's a wonder with how it has even lasted undetected like this for so long. So many children...'
The mist spared the bloodied room one last disinterested glance before starting to leave, this place no longer had any reason to keep his presence anymore now that everyone was dead. Heterochromatic eyes flickered towards the smaller lifeless bodies, held behind bars before clicking his tongue and sending the Skylark a text. Kyoya can use his connections to better find the families than he could. There were only a few, which meant that he'd been swift in locating this place.
'Now to leave before the feisty Birdy spots me. While it's fun to rile him up, I have more important things to do right now... Maybe later though'
*
'I'm so tired...'
Takeshi panted, feeling absolutely disgusting as he laid sprawled out on the floor. He was literally soaked with sweat, which had allowed dirt to stick to him a lot easier each time his father knocked him to the ground. The dojo hadn't been that dirt had it? He was pretty sure that he cleaned it properly all the time. The rain was suddenly brought out of his thoughts by something cold being pressed against his cheek, he looked over to see his dad smiling down softly at him. Tsuyoshi was holding a cool water bottle.
"Drink up and rest for a half hour" Tsuyoshi stated, eyes gleaming with pride "We'll continue then"
The young rain held in a groan "Thanks dad" He replied, forcing himself to sit up and take the bottle. His limbs felt all weak like noodles from how hard he'd been working.
'He's really not showing any mercy in training me... I'm going to be black and blue in the morning'
Takeshi easily drained the bottle before laying back down on the floor, a half hour break should help him feel a little better at least. Getting stronger was worth pushing through his dad's harsh training.
*
'Annoying fruit...'
Kyoya couldn't help but scowl as he monitored how his underlings dealt with the mess that the mist had thrown at him. Everyone on the disciplinary committee was already pros at dealing with and disposing of bodies, the only problem was that they were running low on new dump sites and it was a hassle to find new ones. If too many skeletons were found in one place, it would bring upon an investigation on the town. An investigation would bring in more useless herbivores.
The skylark's gaze narrowed at the horrendous tattered and torn cow patterned outfit that one of the smaller corpses wore. The child had most definitely been imported and kept for a long while. That would make finding relatives more difficult for his underlings.
'The fruit will be bitten to death'
He didn't like it when Mukuro dumped things on him, especially tedious tasks like this. Even though he wasn't the one doing most of the work, it was annoying.
*
Tsuna let out a small yawn before putting Nezumi down onto the bed, he then turned towards Reborn "I'm going to go out and collect some blood now" The sun had set, so it was an ideal time to lurk around town.
The hitman nodded "Have fun" He'd make a few phone calls while his sky was out.
'Hopefully Tsuna won't be as pale tomorrow'
Honey glowed a soft orange as the brunette glanced back at him from the window "Sure, maybe I'll play with their heads a bit before snacking" It was funny to see people acting paranoid about being followed, when in fact, they actually were being followed.
"Mental manipulation is a vital skill to have" Reborn praised, it was one of his favourite tactics to mess with people.
Me: So with the increased mafia presence in the city, Lambo never made it to Tsuna's house~ And was instead captured and kept by a low tier non-important group~
I just really hate Lambo and have been waiting to passively write his death for a while. He's so annoying.
Hope you enjoyed the chappy~ It was interesting to write~
I like broccoli~ do you? •~• it's great when it's steamed~
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A sky within the night -KHR
FanfictionWhen Reborn, the world's greatest hitman, came all the way to Namimori from Italy, he was expecting a model student with a silent older twin... Unfortunately, that isn't what he got; instead the so called model student is an selfish and manipulative...