Happy Birthday Reborn, Tsuna!

Happy Birthday, Reborn!

The sun's light peeped through the gaps of the curtains, the light hitting a sleeping raven-haired man. He grimaced in discomfort, rolling away from the light source. Unconsciously he reached out, trying to pull something closer. When all he reached was air his eyes opened, he sat up looking around the room realizing he was alone. He turned to his nightstand to see the time,        5 am. He mumbled in a grumpy tone.

"Why the hell is that idiot awake?"

He moved the blanket out of his way, letting his legs drop off the bed gently hitting the ground. He sat on the side of the bed and yawned. The hitman had come back from a mission and had only been asleep for two hours. He was grumpy and tired, not a good combination. It didn't help when his stress reliever wasn't sleeping by his side, missing in action. He reluctantly got up and brought himself to the bathroom. He took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, dried and styled his hair until he was satisfied. When he finally got out of the bathroom the time had changed.      7 am. His stress reliever hadn't returned yet, he let a sigh escape. The man simply wanted to cuddle for once but the one day he did, his lover was nowhere to be seen. He took out a suit from his closet and quickly changed. He spent thirty seconds looking around the room.

"Where the fuck is my hat?"

He then realized what else was missing with his hat.

"Leon?"

When he didn't get a response, he could only assume a certain mafia boss 'borrowed' him and his hat. He was growing irritated, he walked out of the room. On the search for clues on the whereabouts of his things, and that included the mafia boss. He then realized the lack of people in the mansion.

"Where are all the maids?"

He asked in a whisper, he continued walking until he reached the Decimo office. Without bothering to knock, he opened the door.

"Dame-Tsuna, what have I said about taking my stuff without asking-"

He looked around and noticed the empty room, no paperwork, no complaining boss, no chameleon or hat. He was getting more and more irritated. He turned on his heel, leaving the room, closing the door behind him. He started walking to the next possible room the young don could be at. The kitchen. He found his way downstairs realizing how quiet the building was.

"Are the guardians all out?"

He thought to himself as he reached the first floor, he went straight towards the kitchen, opening the door. Nothing. Not even the staff was present. No chefs, no maids, no Tsuna. He took out his phone giving up on searching on foot and let the phone ring. Voicemail. Voicemail. Voicemail. He called over and over again but nothing. He'd listen to every ring only to hear his lover's voice through a recording. This happened three times before he gave up on the idea.

He thought of the possible locations his lover could be, he finally decided to check the garden. Once more, nothing. Not even the usual guards. It was strange. He started to feel like he was the only person in the mansion but that was impossible. He knew Tsuna would never allow the mansion to be unguarded. He could only think of the possibility of this being a strange attack. He was walking down the hall returning from searching the library. He heard a shatter. He didn't react physically but he was shocked to hear any noise after a few hours of searching. Now it was 1 pm. The Vongola base was quite large, he had checked the rooms twice, checked the basement and lab. He had found no one. He rushed to the source of the sound, finding himself in front of the entrance to the ballroom. He pushed the doors open. His eyes widened at the sight.

The storm guardian was holding the toddler version of the lightning guardian by the collar, the rain guardian was trying to calm the storm down. The sun guardian was covered in confetti, hitting the air while his sister and wife were trying to calm him down. Haru and Chrome were talking to each other as they swiped the shattered glass on the ground. The mist and cloud were each in opposite corners facing the wall, he could only assume they got in trouble with the tenth. Speaking of the tenth, he was wearing the missing hat and Leon who was perched on it. The man was decorating a cake, sticking his tongue out a little, concentrating. But all that stopped when he noticed the presence of the ex-arcobaleno.