I feel the need to warn... this is kinda whump... soooooo it may have some uncomfortable scenes. If kidnapping scenes are uncomfortable for you, it would be best to just skip this one. Otherwise, sorry to Tsuna, but this is gonna suck.
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It was supposed to be a simple day. Tsuna was done with his paper work and walking through the streets if Sicily, enjoying the spring breeze and the May flowers.
He was 25 and happy as could be. He was the Vongola Decimo, had been for the last 7 years. He had his guardians at his side, allies like Dino-nii and Enma. Even the Arcobelano stuck around.
Tsuna blushed remembering last night. Yep, Reborn rarely left, never for long. He had a small mission that day and was going to be back that night.
But, right now Tsuna was going to have some peace for the first time this month. He had convinced Gokudera to let him leave, and in civilian clothes no less. He had left the mansion in something other than that godforsaken suit. He was sporting a gray hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath, all over a pair of tight blue jeans.
He had to be back in time to catch another appointment at the end of the day.
But he didn't make it to that appointment.
Reborn is going to kill someone. He thought as he started to black out from the dart in his shoulder. Probably me.
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When Tsuna awakens, he's in a concrete room. There is no light and he is tied to a metal chair in the middle. Scratch that, there is light. It comes from the burning candle on the table a few feet away. Judging by the glinting metal on the table, he has not been invited to dinner. Kidnapped! I'm never going to have a peaceful day in my life!
He tries to light his flames. "I wouldn't do that," rings out a voice from behind him. "You may have some strong flames for a civilian but that bracelet will keep you from using so much as a spark for the time being."
Catching on that he wasn't being kidnapped for his standing, he played along. "Flames?" After all, if they kidnapped someone off the street, then they may not have the best reaction to finding out that this person has the mafia at their beck and call.
"Oh my! I almost forgot. No matter what flame type, civilians do not know about flames. Silly me," the voice laughs and mocks. He, or really-masculine-sounding she, is enjoying having a scared civilian right there.
"Flame type? Look if it's money you want, I may be able to get my father to pay! He's a really rich man here in Italy!" Yep. Rich because of mafia, but Tsuna has to sound believable so...
"Really?" More mocking. "Too bad that we don't want money. You see, when I mean civilian, I mean someone not in the mafia."
"Mafia?!" That's it Tsuna channel all of Young-Tsuna. Reborn can kill you later. If he doesn't already, that is.
"Yep! In the mafia there are 7 flame types." And everyone forgets about poor Enma's flames of the earth. "They are classified by color. Red Storm. Yellow Sun. Green Lightning. Blue Rain. Indigo Mist, like me. And Purple Cloud." So they're a mist type. Why does every mist I know have a sanity problem?! Wait. I'm in the mafia. Everyone has a sanity problem.
The voice continues, their footsteps coming closer to the sky. "The last of the flames is the rare Orange Sky." They get closer and closer until the voice is practically in his ear. "And you, my patatino, have the most beautiful orange flames."
Tsuna lets a shiver run down his spine tilting his head away from his kidnapper. "If you don't want money, what do you want?"
The person chuckles, walking in front of Tsuna to reveal a tall italian man with dark hair and eyes, the true color hidden in the darkness around them. He has stubble stretched around a wide smile. The white button up stretches across his body, while a jacket hangs around his waist hiding the pants from the light.
"Oh, patatino. I want to see those beautiful flames tied to me. You see, skys are leaders. People gravitate to them in the mafia. Sadly, the more powerful families have snatched up most of the skys around. What luck I had to see you on the street, sky flames blazing."
Tsuna freezes. No... I've heard tales of this. Of skys being stolen and forced into mafia famiglias. But... who would be stupid enough to believe that the one walking with active flames in Italy of all places, would not have any ties to the mafia, no family to go home to? No, Tsuna. We are using this to our advantage.
"So, patatino, I was hoping that I might offer you to join my family. We have the perfect room for a sky. You would be treated like royalty. All your needs would be handled." The man extends his hand. "All you need to do is say yes."
Tsuna glares at the hand, looking pointedly toward his bound arms. "Even if I could take your hand, what makes you think I would ever want to be in the mafia. There's no way I'm going to go up against such scary people for you."
The man's eyes turn dark. "Scary people, huh? I'll show you crazy people."
Tsuna sits, scared but not showing it. Why do I think that was a bad idea.
The man walks over toward the table with all of the glistening tools. Reborn, please hurry.
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Skipping all of the hurt stuff because I am a wimp. Skip the first 2 paragraphs if you're a wimp like me and don't like graphic descriptions of torture (in this case the aftermath of such).
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Tsuna was panting in the middle of the room, the man doing no better. Though he didn't have groans breaking through intermittently. He could taste blood in his mouth, though whether from biting his tongue or the aching feeling in his ribs he couldn't tell. Tsuna's white shirt has been stained red, both from nonlethal stabs to the gut and a broken nose. He had at least a couple of broken ribs, matched by 8 broken fingers. His right index and middle fingers had burns from the electricity powered by a car battery. I feel like I should have died already.
The man's favorite though was the mist flames he would wind around his perception making him think he was on fire or drowning. He couldn't hold the illusion for long, but long enough for Tsuna to hate him all the more.
The man looks up at Tsuna, who is crumpled in the chair still gasping for breath, ribs aching painfully. "Do you agree yet, patatino? Or do I have to show you just how scary people can be?"
Tsuna's intuition rings, pushing him to respond. So, he looks up and smiles peacefully. "You think you're scary? I've see crazy mister." He smiles crazily, insanity sparking in his eyes and blood probably staining his teeth. "You don't have his smirk."
Before the man can do anything, the door explodes, light and dust flooding the rooms. Four gunshots ring out and the man goes down. The dust starts to settle and in steps a certain hitman. With a gut turning smirk, he say, "Chaos."
The man looks surprised when Tsuna calls out, "Reborn!"
From his place on the floor, a bullet hole in each leg, the man accuses, "You knew! You knew the entire time! About the mafia! about flam-" A gun pointed at one's face is great motivation to shut up.
Reborn steps around Tsuna going straight to the handcuffs. Before long, Tsuna is in Reborn arms, being carried bridal style out the door, bracelet locked on the kidnapper. Tsuna stops him. "What about him?" He asks gesturing vaguely at the man.
Reborn smirks. "The rest of the Vongola are upstairs. Both Mukuro and Hibari have agreed to share this... interrogation. Both want to give him a true Vongola greeting, I would guess."
The man on the floor realizes he stirred up the wrong Hornets nest. "Wait! Who are you?! Why do the Vongola care so much?!"
Reborn looks at the man like he's nothing but dirt under his shoe. "Didn't you know? He's the Vongola Decimo, cornuto."
With that the two exit the room, leaving the doomed man to his misery.
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Tsuna wakes up in his room. The moon's rays bathe the room in light. The warm browns and oranges hidden beneath layers of night, no light except for the moon's silver light. Tsuna goes to sit up only to be stopped. "No, Dame- Tsuna."
It is in that moment that Tsuna registers the arm thrown lightly around his waist, following it back to the hitman. It was often that they found themselves in this position: asleep in Tsuna's bed, shirtless and wrapped around each other. The difference now is Tsuna's obvious injuries, judging by the bandages.
"You broke 3 ribs, all of your fingers, and your nose. You have ruptured intestines and severe electrical burns. Sit down and rest before I tie you down to the bed," Reborn orders.
Something possesses Tsuna in that very moment and, high off of painkillers, he says, "Kinky." And then freezes. Mortified, he drops his head in the pillow and turns a bright shade of red. "I just said that. I'm an idiot."
"Yes, you are. Once you're all healed, triple tutoring session." Tsuna turns toward the angry Reborn. "You're an idiot. You went out, without guardians! Without men! Without your phone!"
Tsuna flinches at the volume and raises an hand to cup the furious sun. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."
Reborn glares before he inches closer and pulls the sky fully into his arms, careful not to jostle his injuries. "Idiot sky."
Tsuna smiles and leans into the embrace. "Your idiot sky." Reborn's smirk can be felt on his shoulder.
And so, while the sky and the sun slept, the world was at peace. Well, except for the basement. There were screams coming from the basement, hidden behind a thick shade of mist and cloud.
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I live!
Sorry it took so long to repost. So here you go! A little more cheesy and I probably accidentally borrowed from some people but this is it.
So the plan for right now is to upload this fanfic on Tuesdays. This may change as I get more school work so bare with my temporary plans. Hopefully, I'm here to stay.
Also I'm not telling what Reborn called him. Google it yourself. I'm okay with cursing in another language but if you want the translation you're going to have to work for it yourself.
Till next time!!