the tiger's sprawl II (Katekyou Hitman Reborn OC)
“What do you mean he burnt down the house?”
“I mean exactly what I said. He ripped off the remains of his Seal in anger and caught fire, resulting in the ultimate collapse of the house.” A pause. “But that’s not all.”
“How could there possibly be anything worse?”
Reborn takes a deep breath.
“The Hibari heir came to investigate the fire. The boy is the self-proclaimed protector of Namimori, and an Active Cloud.”
“Don’t tell me...”
“They Harmonised.”
The hitman hangs up the phone in the middle of Iemitsu’s swearing. He’ll let the man figure out how to inform Nonno without prompting the old man to order a hit on the next Decimo’s little brother. Meanwhile, he stares out into the distance, where the crew Vongola lent him is rebuilding the house just as it was before Torakichi’s loss of control.
Thankfully, Nana and Tsunayoshi were nowhere to be seen, the older twin having accompanied his mother as she went grocery shopping. The reconstruction would be finished by the time they came back, and hopefully Torakichi would have awoken too. Reborn just needed to get him, his new Cloud and the latent Sun who had come rushing on what was probably instinct upon feeling that his chosen Sky was free of his shackles settled and tucked away into a place where they could discuss their next step without being interrupted..
Reborn wasn’t sure what to think of Irie Shouichi. He was vaguely aware that the boy’s mother was the famous hacker Daria, one of the best of her trade in the criminal underworld before she disappeared into thin air, but his father seemed to be a completely harmless civilian and he would almost believe Shouichi was just as uninformed if not for the way he’d looked at him in recognition when he’d rushed to the burning house. From context cues, Reborn guessed that he and Torakichi were childhood friends who mostly interacted online. He’d make a good Sun for the newly awakened Sky.
Reborn was more preoccupied with the semi-feral Cloud hissing at said childhood friend, tonfas threateningly raised up and only stopped from connecting with the side of Shouichi’s head by Hibari’s need to keep Torakichi within his line of sight.
If the Sky didn’t wake up soon, the hitman would handle it the old-fashioned way, he thought, caressing Leon with a smirk.