PurpleRabbit

yet another self-indulgent big ot3 comic… (and with 50% more context)

Genetics: Do not. Unless cheek swabs?

Chemistry: NO!!!!! DO NOT!!!!!!

Archaeology: Perhaps. But might be human bone.

Geology: Sometimes needed, sometimes dangerous 

Psychology: Best not.

Physics: ????????? How??????

Botany: You might hallucinate or die, OR it might be delicious

Computer Science: the tingle of electricity on your tongue is how you know it’s working

(The Supernatural crossover I didn’t know I wanted.)

When Nana was 17 years old, her mother took her aside and showed her an old tome bound in leather. 

“This,” her mother wheezed, “is going to be my legacy to you. Be careful of all that you read within. Power always has a price.”

Nana looked at her mother’s pale face with worry as she took the book. She gently set it on the table and took her mother’s clammy hands in her own. 

“Mom, are you okay? Should I call a doctor?”

“No, dear. This is not something any doctor can help. It’s just…stress. A time I agreed on with a lender will be coming for his payment soon. Or he’ll send his dogs to do it for him. I’m so glad you won’t be here for it.”

Nana had the feeling that maybe she should, but her mother was insistent and she relented. To be honest, this man sounded very frightening and she was glad for the excuse of her new job. 

“Take this book with you to your apartment after work. Only use what you find within when it’s your last resort. The price to use this power will follow you forever. Be sure it’s worth it.”

-

All these years after and finally Nana understood how her mother had gathered up the reckless courage (and stupidity) to stand at a crossroads and call for help. 

Love was a damning thing. Her poor Tsuna was worth everything.

He didn’t deserve to be fighting for his life because her idiot husband did something overseas. He was only 5 years old! If the senior Hibari hadn’t been there, Tsuna would be dead and she’d have never known why…

A man, dressed all in black save for his yellow shirt and the band on his fedora, walked out of the shadows. His sudden appearance made her jump and hold the book tightly to her chest.

His eyes were all black - no whites at all - just like the book described. 

“You’re Reborn, right? You can do anything?”

“Anything you need,” the demon assured. “So long as you’re willing to pay the price.”

Nana took a moment to steady herself. She thought of Tsuna and decided.

“If you can take my son into your protection, then you can have my soul in ten years.”

The man tilted his head ever so slightly. It felt like his eyes - pools of the abyss - were staring straight into her soul. They probably were. 

“I have no interest in a perpetual baby-sitting mission. How about this: I will protect your son for seven years. After those seven years are finished, I will teach him how to defend himself; however, I will remain on call in the case that there is something he can’t handle. Something I doubt. I’m a tutor from hell, you see. I take pride in my results.”

Nana nodded hesitantly. “Tsuna’s in the hospital right now. I want your protection to include seeing to his health.”

A dangerous smirk crossed the demon’s face as he said, “It’s a deal.”

“Where do I sign?” Nana asked as she rubbed her arms. A shiver ran up her spine as the creature walked closer to her and eventually invaded her personal space.

“Oh, you only need to kiss me,” he purred. 

She blushed before leaning forward and pecking his lips quickly. 

“It’s a deal.”

-

Ten years later and she hears the howls her mother did when Nana was away. 

She doesn’t regret it. Her boy had lived and had become as strong as Reborn had promised. He was the strongest Sky in Italy and the boss of the strongest famiglia in the Italian mafia on top of it. He had a whole famiglia to help protect him. 

And for those times where Tsuna and his famiglia might not be strong enough on their own, Reborn would see to it that everything was taken care of. 

She was so proud, so fiercely proud of her little cub. 

-

Reborn was proud too. If Nana knew what that meant, she might’ve let her little boy fly to heaven when he was young.

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