A KHR fanfiction by LouiseRisa

That Is All, For Now

Summary: Tsuna sat on the floor, hugging herself as tight as she possibly could. Those nightmarish beings would go away; they always did. But that night, they had overstayed their welcome. Enter Reborn with his weird (weird for him anyways) way of comfort? RFem27. Possible Two-shots but just an OneShot for now.

Disclaimer and Acknowledgement: Amano Akira owns Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Plot mainly inspired by Zessei's Schizophrenia and SkyGem's First Time.

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As a young girl, Tsuna always knew that she was gifted; especially when some the people she saw were an almost transparent entity. Over the years, growing up had been nothing but torture. And when Reborn entered her life when she was 14, the shadows – as she called those entities – had only multiplied in number.

Now, Tsuna, a young woman at the age of 25 sat at the furthest corner of her bed. She hugged herself tightly as the vague image of a man reached his bloody hands towards her; a man whose life was taken before her eyes.

Don't get me wrong; Tsuna herself had seen death many times already, but none had been as vividly carved into her mind as that fateful day.

She was just getting out of the Rolls Royce Reborn had made her ride in to the meeting with Uni of the Gliglio Nero Famiglia. Uni was a dear friend that was probably the only other person than the male counterpart of her Mist Guardians that knew of her 'gift'.

A man had appeared then, when she was just about to turn the knob to enter the mansion within the woods; a gun held in his hands pointing directly at her. Tsuna was shocked at first even though it was not the first time someone did the likes of it; Reborn had had quite a huge share in that part.

What shook her to the core was the fact that the man, after much research was known to be an Alexandro Faternelli that had lost his wife and only child due to a mafia dispute involving the Vongola, who was supposed to be pointing the weapon at her, turned the gun towards him and shot a bullet through his temples.

He never left her side since then.

Normally, the man would come to her when she was alone or stuck somewhere in the dark and leave after an hour or so; the other shadows only appeared once in a while, a different persons with each passing time.

Tonight, the man came again but he was not alone. A woman and a young boy stood next to him. She had her curled strawberry blonde hair stained with blood, her yellow dress in tatters and was barefooted; the boy looked to be about 5 years old and was sucking his thumb in his mouth. Or what would have been his mouth if it weren't for the gaping hole he was sticking his thumb into. The young boy's eyes were innocent looking and the more Tsuna looked at the trio, the more her heart ached.

She almost screamed when the trio made their advance towards her; their bloody hands reaching for her.

When they did, their hands were choking her, restraining her, rendering the supposedly strong mafia don helpless; she was lying on her bed then, sprawled over the bed with her hands holding the nonexistent hands to the others, preventing them from choking the life out of her.

That was how he found her mere moments later.

He was not planning to see his student tonight; but there was that feeling in his gut that made the fedora wearing man altered his course and made him marched to Tsuna's room. When the feeling worsen, he had ran as fast as he possibly could, which was very, very fast, to his destination.

Try guessing his shock when he saw the brunette sprawled over her bed in her silky white nightgown, choked by some unseen force; an unseen force that seemed to vanish the moment he took a step into the room.

Worry was all he felt for her as he strode to her bedside, the girl already sitting there and hugging herself; her shoulders shook in a way that would've made him smack her with his 1000 ton Leon hammer if he hadn't seen how frail she was compared to the other times.

He sat next to her, not knowing what else to do. His fourth lover, Bianchi, had of course cried many times in front of him, but he'd never felt so helpless as he was feeling at the moment. Seeing Tsuna in the state she was now was doing things to his supposedly cold heart. Hesitantly, he reached his hand out and placed it on her shoulder.

Almost immediately, the girl had practically thrown herself onto him, her cries more loudly now. If Reborn hadn't known how to act before, he was perplexed when his arms went around the girl instinctively. Well, he hadn't really showed it of course; only observant people could see the slightly raised eyebrow at his own actions.

They stayed that way for minutes, or maybe even hours, Reborn couldn't tell; his main concern had been the crying girl in his arms. It took a little longer when the girl finally quiet down with small sobs escaping now and then when Reborn decided that he should ask what had occurred before he gotten there.

But the girl wouldn't speak. Instead, her hold on the man's shirt became tighter, almost needy even. Sighing, Reborn held onto the girl tightly. Their positions changed a little as the girl had cried earlier, their current position would've land the world's greatest hitman in a pile of dynamites if he weren't who he was; Tsuna was sitting in his lap, almost like how a lover would. Reborn was finding himself not minding it one bit; frankly, he could've said he probably like it a little if it weren't for the situation.

In Reborn's arms, Tsuna felt safe; very safe. The moment her tutor had stepped into her room, the family trio had vanished and any indications of lingering shadows had disappeared. It was as though she'd found her sanctuary, her safe haven.

She snuggled into the man's embrace, not caring if any of her Guardians find them this way; she didn't want the shadows to be back again.

Reborn sighed and Tsuna couldn't resist looking up at the hitman's face and found him staring at her worriedly. She could tell the man was yearning to know what had caused her to be in the state she was when he'd found her, but how could she tell him her deepest darkest secret even though she knew she could trust him with it? Uni knew because of her infamous ability to see the future and Mukuro had known because the bastard had had the nerve to hide himself behind a mist in an attempt to scare her during one of the nights Alexandro had visited her.

She took a deep breath and smiled at the man, "I'm fine now Reborn. Thank you." Tsuna, still sitting in the hitman's lap, released her hold on him then, albeit reluctantly; she knew those shadows will be back once Reborn stepped out of her room.

Reborn, with his heightened senses as a hitman, could sense it and smiled at her; a real genuine smile, not a smirk! "I think I should stay for a little while longer, don't you think? Besides, Dame-Tsuna, do you expect me to walk back all the way to the left wing at this hour?" he teased lightly.

Tsuna turned hopeful eyes on him then. She really didn't want to be alone, after what happened.

"Sleep Tsuna; it's late," Reborn ordered her. And it was, considering that the small digital clock near the girl's bed was showing in bright red letters the number '03:27'.

Feeling all energy leaving her body then, Tsuna hadn't stuttered or done anything that she'd normally would and had complied with the man's order.

It made the man curious of course, but then he was getting tired too and had promptly lain beside the startled female, weaving his arms around her, getting quite comfortable. He'd earned a surprise shriek then and had only tightened his hold on Tsuna.

"Shut up Dame-Tsuna, I'm trying to sleep here," he said, returning to himself before continuing in a quiet and a little sleepy voice, "Anything you need?"

Tsuna, overwhelmed by the concern the hitman had displayed, smiling contently, knowing that the shadows were not going to bother her tonight, replied, "Just that no word of what happened earlier got to the others, and that will be all for now."

Sleep was starting to cloud Reborn's mind then, but before he surrendered himself to its warm embrace, he'd heard Tsuna said softly, no doubt thinking that he'd fallen asleep, "Thank you Reborn, for chasing those shadows away. Buonanotte.*"

His curiosity was peaked then, but for now, he had to sleep. He'll interrogate her when he had the chance. And if his hunch was not lying to him, then the time would prove to be soon.

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* Buonanotte – Goodnight.

A/N: There you go; my very first published KHR fandom. I wonder if I should write a sequel... But well, when the time comes, you'd be the first to know… ;) Please leave a review, 'kay? It'll definitely make my day.