Alluring Secret Black Vow [KHR]

Vow 2: Calling

Alluring Secret Black Vow

Warnings: Language, Violence, Implied Dark theme, OCC-ness, Iemitsu-bashing and Unbeta'ed!

Notes: - Drabble-style story or snippets. 100-1.5k words at each chapters.

- Fighting scenes is one of the thing I sucks the most so don't expect much of it, I'll only write it unless it was absolute necessary for the plot/story.

- Describing places and appearance of characters isn't also my forte so I won't go giving details about it because if I suck at fighting scene, these is much worse. So, if I tell Reborn is a death hot demon, that's all there is. No more, Nada, Period. Use your imaginations because we've already know the looks of all KHR cast so just be an imaginative person.

- Plot holes and slow pace at the department of development in bonding.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from KHR!

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Vow 2: Calling
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There's a thorn-like mark encircling his left wrist - where he had inflicted a self-harm wound upon himself as an offering for the summoning.

Tsuna stares at his wrist with a very neutral and complete blank expression.

It took him an hour or so to see the mark itself on his skin. The only time he finally realize it was there when he washing the ingredients for his dinner, tonight. He didn't panic at all instead he remain calm because panicking would never do him good in the end plus it won't help him any form so he simply examined the mark with mild curiosity and bemusement.

The brunet realized that the mark is the end result of his so-called failed summoning - the ritual he simply shrugs off at the thought he didn't succeed which he find the exact opposite just now neither did he paid much attention because he never wanted one nor think them a mindless puppets will do his demands - he was pretty much sure they have a free will just like them (humans) and would never be afraid to lashed out at their master/summoner once the contract begins or ended. An act of rebel and revenge from the misconducts and misdeeds.

So in the end, he never did put much thought upon summoning a demon despite being both a summoner and creator until these afternoon.

The damage is done and there's no way lifting it up anymore. Nothing to do much about it unless he killed himself right now which will immediately severe his bond from his unknown contracts as he haven't done a complete exchange between them. Then, Tsuna scoffs he isn't that desperate neither suicidal to do such thing. He treasured his life and enjoys it with the fullest despite the mild distaste from his cruel environment with the mixture of chaos.

With an exasperated sigh, Tsuna shove the last strawberry chess cake small slice at his mouth and stood up to wash his dishes. Once he was done - he went to bathroom, retrieving his first-aid kit to cover the black ink mark at his wrist. Unwanted and unnecessary attraction can be avoided with this. A last glance from his bandage wrist he went straight to bed.

He just hope when the demons he tried to call at his aid - paid him a visit. He will be ready enough to face them.

As much he loved his lonely and solitude life - Why does it always ended up so complicated when he wants it to be plain simple?

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On the other side of the world...

There was a well-known group demons labeled as 'Arcobaleno'