Wip fanfic: Making Peace

[veereble_atsim]

I just realized I have no KHR icons-- I must fix this at once! Though, I guess that really has very little to do with why I'm here, at 10pm, and starting something that will take me hours to write (because I take too many breaks and get distracted easily). I've been working on a KHR fic that is eating at my brain, but not really allowing me to move forward with it planning wise. And, while I like to have fics fully plotted out before I start them, I thought writing down the first chapter will help me to get a better grasp on the ideas swimming in my head.

I'm posting it in my journal, but I don't really want anyone to read it-- at least not yet. It's probably going to be sloppily written because I'm doing this in one go *sighs*. I guess this first chapter is rated R? NSFW? Nothing happens, but reading it at work would be a bad idea.


Title: Making Peace
Author: Atsim
Pairing: X27, S27, B27, and R27 (but not really).
Rating: R
Summary: The Varia are continuing to make trouble, and Tsuna has no idea what to do. Reborn, of course, has a plan. A plan that Tsuna is not going to like at all.
Warning: Genderbending, cursing, Reborn being Reborn, and molestation.

Mafia life, while full of surprises of the bad and horrible variety, was also full of routine. At least that's what Sawada Tsunayoshi, Vongola Decimo, had come to discover during his time as leader of his Family. And most of the routine was caused by the amount of paperwork he was required to do daily. So many invoices and mission reports to look over and sign, finished off with a never ending supply of notes on everything going on Vongola HQ.

Meaning, Tsuna woke up at an ungodly hour in the morning, got dressed (because maintaining a collected image was part of being a Boss, too), and immediatly went to his office to go over the pile waiting for him in a neat pile on his desk. Fourty or so minutes later someone would deliver breakfast and much needed espresso; Reborn liked to make an appearance at this time most days and usually brought chaos along with him.

So, on this day, which had begun like most days, Tsuna had been where he should be-- hunched over his desk and filling out paperwork as quickly as possible. His suit was finely pressed, expensive but plain, and the heavy weight of the Sky Ring on his hand; a smooth, serene expression on his face to hide the irritation he felt as he stared at an invoice.

One of the training rooms needed heavy repairs. The training room which Gokudera had been using 2 days earlier-- the same training room where one of the Varia had tracked down the Storm Guardian to play with.
 
Tsuna let out a sharp sigh and signed the paper before moving it to his out box. Guardian and Varia related damage was part of Vongola Decimo's regular routine as well. The next thing in his pile was a postcard with a glossy picture of the Las Vegas strip on the front, which Tsuna really couldn't help but stare. Other Family's would send letters in fancy envelopes with their family crest, and reports were supposed to be handed in a plain manila folder-- though Tsuna was forced to accept whatever he could get out his Sun Guardian. He picked it up and quickly turned it over to read the two words scribbled across the back.

Stiamo bene

The serene, and slightly bemused, expression dropped into a scowl, because only that man thought it was appropriate to send such a thing after dissapearing on his third honeymoon for two weeks. And Sawada Nana was the only person to think such a note to be perfectly reasonable and allow him to send it.

'When will those two stop acting like newly-weds?' Tsuna shook his head, shoving the postcard into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, and tried not think of the of the oddity that was his parents. He'd only get a headache for his trouble, like always.

The next ten minutes of paperwork done mostly in silence; after reading a reminder of a meeting scheduled with the Varia, Tsuna could not hold in a quiet groan of dread. Nothing good ever came from meetings with the Varia-- who still claimed loyalty to Vongola Nono despite his retirement-- and that was unlikely to change anytime soon. There was a bottle of asprin in his desk expressly for such reasons.

Just as Tsuna began to wonder 'why, oh why, can't they stop destroying their own base?' when the door of his office flung open, smashing in to the wall, and the young boss barely began to move when a shot sent him tumbling from his chair. And that would have been the end of him if his assailant had been anyone other than a certain fedora-wearing hitman.

His entire body felt as if it was on fire, and he could barely squirm as a weakness swept through him. A memory of childhood flashed through Tsuna's mind, when the most terrifying thing that could happen was the neighboor's chihuha escaping-- he missed his old life sometimes. He was jolted from his memory as a familiar siloute leaned over his desk.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Reborn crooned, a sickly sweet smile on his face, but the former Acrobaleno's eyes all but twinkled with sadistic glee.

Tsuna had to wonder at his own masochism since he could not imagine running his Family without this demon by his side. A demon who only seemed to become even more unreasonable after his curse was broken over a year ago. Really, someone with some sense should have stopped him from naming Reborn his advisor.

"Reborn." Tsuna struggled to sit up, wondering who the hell said that because that definitely wasn't his voice, right? "What the fuck did you do?" Maybe he was catching a cold?

The hitman casually strolled around the desk to kneel next to his boss. "I had a new bullet," his voice was unconcerned and he reached out to grab Tsuna's chin to get a better look, "and I just tested it."


Ugh -__-;;;. That's not the end of the chapter, but I can't keep going. I'm getting to self-critical and it's putting a stop to any writing. I'm seeing some ideas more clearly, so it served its purpose. And is a sloppy mess of prose, but I can't bring myself to care right now.