I will wait, until I find you again 2-Part 2
A dark figure appeared at midnight. After cautious surveillance, he decided it was safe enough to move and made his way quickly towards the small plane landed haphazardly in the middle of the field.
The man froze in his steps involuntarily, cold metal pressed to the back of his head.
“Leaving so late in the night… Are you rushing to somewhere?”
The man turned around a faced the cloaked figure calmly. Being in this field for so long, it wasn’t as if he would lose his nerve easily. After all he had been all too prepared for such a situation to happen.
The cloaked figure gave a sniff. “Too calm, not interesting at all.”
The man gave a small smirk.
“Well I apologise, I am not here to entertain you after all. I know what you are here for, how about we get it over and done with.”
“Ohho. You know there is always the option of surrendering?”
The man gave a resigned smile.
“I will never betray my country.”
Ever since the successful elimination of the spy, the infamous hitman got on a lot closer with the lieutenant and the headquarters of the Hiroshima division saw Reborn much too frequently in the next 6 months.
And Reborn not only drew attention to the eye, he also demanded to be heard.
Tsuna’s head met his desk for the nth time in the past week. Ever since Reborn got past the awkward, getting to know each other phase (though Reborn seemed to know a lot about him, Tsuna wondered why) his attitude and personality did a complete 180 and left Tsuna absolutely stunned.
Where was that dark and threatening hitman they agreed on? Where was the cool calm collected man cloaked in black when they met on the first day? Someone tell him that this lunatic waltzing into his office right now is not that hot stranger with the dangerous smirk.
Ahem. That did not cross his mind.
Tsuna ran a hand through his head of brown hair and lifted his head just in time to see said lunatic waltz gracefully to the front of his desk and placed a stack of paper on the painfully burdened piece of wood.
Tsuna groaned. How was it that he spent more time on paperwork during warring times as compared to the peaceful days?
Reborn didn’t seem to sense Tsuna irritation towards his present and bent himself to Tsuna’s eye level, hand reaching out to twirl at a strand of unruly brown hair.
Tsuna didn’t mind, and this was something that came surprising even to Tsuna himself. The first time Reborn did that, it was felt so natural that Tsuna didn’t even realise until after the conversation that his scalp near the strand of hair was a bit numb from all that tugging. He had never been a touchy person, preferring to keep respectful distances with anyone he came into contact with. Yet this Italian managed to get him to accept his close proximity without so much of the bat of an eyelid.
Reborn waved a hand in front of Tsuna’s eyes.
Tsuna’s eyes flickered back brown orbs finding focus as they concentrated on the swirl of coffee black Reborn called eyes in front of him.
Tsuna swatted away Reborn’s hand that was waving in front of his face.
“Hmm I bring good news but you don’t seem interested. Maybe I should just leave.”
Reborn straightened his back and made a move to turn, but a tug on his sleeve held him back. He looked back down to see Tsuna starring at him with deadpan eyes and cheeks puffed in annoyance.
Reborn smirked turned back around.
“Well the bad news is that the commander has apparently decided that I am a suitable candidate to send back to Italy for 2 days of strategic meeting simply because I am Italian. The good news however, is that the commander decided to give me 2 days off after I return for my continuous hard work. ”
“Arghhh how is that good news for me?!?”
“Well here comes the main point.”
Tsuna looked up inquisitively at Reborn, though his expression screamed “how are you going to make this day even worse?” .
Reborn whipped out a bunch of roses from under the desk ignoring Tsuna’s cries of “when did you even put that there” and placed it on the desk, the usual smirk was gone from his face, and replaced by a softer, more genuine smile.
“Well I was hoping you would spend those 2 days with me?”
Tsuna looked at him, face burned bright red in a split second, the damned stutter that he had successfully curbed returning at full force as his eyes oscillated between Reborn and the roses on his desk.
“Seriously it’s in the middle of war!!! And… I..I… G..get out of my office!!!”
Tsuna stood up and pushed Reborn towards the door.
Meanwhile Reborn was still trying to turn back and catch a glimpse of that flushed face. He never knew a human could turn into such exotic colours.
Just before he was pushed completely out of the door, Reborn jammed his feet at the door frame, twisted his body and held his hand against the door. He bent down and peered at Tsuna’s flushed face, smirk returning full force.
“Well I suppose I’m getting that date?”
“I..it’s not a date!” Tsuna lifted his head quickly, almost head butting Reborn in the chin. But looking at that pool of swirling richness, he lowered his head again, face more flushed then before.
Then he said in a quieter voice.
“And I have to see if I can get those 2 days off…”
Reborn smirk grew wider, picked up Tsuna’s wrist and tied a bracelet on it. He then leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Tsuna’s forehead
“Well, I will look forward to those 2 days.”
And he left Tsuna standing at the door, face feeling as though a layer of his skin was burning off.
Reborn showed up to the meeting with docked out in a black suit and rare seriousness.
The situation for the axis powers was bleak and Reborn could tell. Italy was on the crey of losing and Germany was exhausting its resources. Japan wasn’t in good condition either and the only reason why the impact wasn’t big in Tsuna and his division was because Hiroshima had been relatively untouched.
But Reborn had been making plans. As soon as he arrived back in Japan, he was going to pack Tsuna up and leave for some other place unaffected by war. Maybe Switzerland, who knows?
There was a small problem though. He knew Tsuna would hate him for it. Tsuna and his division took pride in being the country’s soldiers. He took pride in his position and took pride in his team. Tsuna would never leave his county in lurch and escape somewhere else.
But Reborn wasn’t Tsuna. Reborn could live with that. As long as he didn’t lose Tsuna anymore. As long as Tsuna was well and alive. Nothing else really mattered to him.
He was going to keep Tsuna alive this time. He had to.
It was chaos in the Hiroshima division headquarter. The fighter jets that had not really been touched over the course of the war were being pulled out of their garages, tanks filled to the brim. Fighter pilots checking their gear, trying to re-familiarise themselves with the feeling of flying.
Other soldiers were busy evacuating the citizens, getting them into bomb shelters, into safe houses.
Tsuna was in the midst of it all, barking orders at the troop to move faster,prepare more efficiently, we don’t have time to waste-
-because there was an American fighter jet flying right above their airspace, loaded with a bomb.
It had been spotted 15 minutes ago, simply circling the sky above Hiroshima.
The fighter jets were now loaded and ready to go. Under Tsuna’s orders, the first 2 soared towards the enemy jet in an attempt to engage it.
The enemy jet evaded their attacks and then stopped in the air.
Latches detached. And in the next instant, Tsuna could see a bomb, shape and size he had never seen before falling toward Hiroshima.
Ever since he joined the army, Tsuna had imagined dying valiantly in battle, surrounded by his trusted troops with no regrets at all.
But in this instant, Reborn’s face flashed across his mind, and a spark of unjust lighted in his chest.
Why couldn’t he have met him earlier? Why couldn’t this wait until after the 2 day off they should have had? Why couldn’t he be beside Reborn now?
And with a resigned smile, his last thought flashed across his mind.
6 August, 1945. An entire city, disintegrated into ashes.
Reborn had literally robbed the man of his plane and flew it all the way to Hiroshima. No one dared to even enter Japan, much less Hiroshima, where the side effects of the atomic bomb was still very present.
But Reborn didn’t care. He wanted to find Tsuna. He needed to see him.
Reborn stepped off the plane. A place filled with life just a few days ago was overran with the devastating sense of barrenness and death.
But Reborn was used to such things. He landed the plane right where the original army headquarters should have been and barged through what was left of the headquarters and into the office that he had grown so used to.
The bouquet of roses was rotting on the table, original form no longer distinguishable.
Reborn went around the headquarters like mad, searching everywhere, hoping for a sign of life, a sign that he was not too late and Tsuna was still there. Maybe injured, maybe in pain, but alive.
Reborn had been close to giving up and going to search elsewhere when he bumped into a body that look familiar.
All too familiar to Reborn’s horror.
It’s facial features had been marred, to the extent that it is no longer distinguishable. But the size of the body, the hands, and most importantly-
Reborn felt a cold hand wrapping around his heart. He knelt beside the body, sobs wracking his body but he couldn’t produce a single sound.
Late. He had been too late again.
And he had lost him once again.
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