A/n: Hello, my lovely Dragons! I can't say I'm sorry for the wait, because I've been too busy and stressed for that. There's a lot of shit going on in my life right now, so updates and just writing in general has taken a backseat. In any case, this was written for Sapphire-Saph's prompt, and although I'm not sure if I got it completely right, writing it did make me feel much better. I hope y'all enjoy!

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own HP or KHR? Really? I wouldn't be writing fanfiction if I did...

Harry sipped his whiskey, keeping one eye on the door. Reborn was a full 15 minutes late, which was practically unheard of. As a hitman, if he wasn't on time, the job didn't get done. Since Reborn was the one to set the meeting time, Harry felt perfectly justified in being worried when he didn't show. It didn't really help that a rather busty woman was desperately trying to take him home.

She pushed her barely contained breasts against his arm, her drunkenness clear in her slurred words. The fact that he considered himself a gentleman was probably the only reason that he wasn't cursing and pushing her off of him. Just a few minutes ago, when he was still relaxed and keeping to himself, she had come in the doors with a group of other women. They were clearly barhopping, and judging from what he heard, this was the last bar they were hitting that night.

At first the loudness had been annoying, but not overly irritating. Then Busty had come over and started slobbering over him. Again, annoying, but it wasn't like there was nothing he could do about it. No, what really made him upset about this was the wedding ring that sat clear as glass on her finger. Even though he knew she was drunk, he couldn't help but feel sympathetic for the man she had married. He couldn't imagine what the man would think should he find out his wife was trying to cheat on him.

He used all of his gentlemanly prowess to gently push Busty off of him. He grabbed her shoulders, turned her towards the table where her friends were sitting, and sent her off with a silent plead to never come back. A moment later, the door to the bar opened, the chime on it ringing merrily. A familiar dark shape approached where he sat, a fedora with a orange ring around it perched on the figure's head.

"Look at what the cat dragged in," Harry joked.

"Laugh all you want, you know I'll get you back later. And anyway, I'm late because there was a traffic jam on the way here." Reborn waved for the bartender as he spoke, his familiar baritone sliding down Harry's spine like molten chocolate.

"Traffic jam? Reborn, you walked here. There was no traffic jam. The sidewalks were clear. I know this because I left at the same time you did. You texted me, remember?" Harry questioned, his tone amused and puzzled.

"Maybe there was a traffic jam, and you just miraculously missed it. And now you'll never know, because now it's gone, and it's not coming back." Reborn waved the bartender over again, seeing as the man looked free. The man looked up, and Reborn motioned at Harry's drink and held up two fingers. The bartender nodded.

"Seriously, though. Why were you late? It's very unlike you," Harry questioned, throwing back the rest of his drink and grimacing at the burn.

"Some things take longer than you think they should, that's why," said Reborn, deliberately making his statement vague.

"It's going to be one of those nights, isn't it?" Harry rested his head on his hands, sending the most bored and purely uninterested look at Reborn that he was physically capable of. "So, what are we here for?"

"I called you here for-" Reborn stopped mid-sentence as the bartender set their drinks down in front of them. Reborn told him to put it on a tab, and then the bartender walked away. "As I was saying, the reason I called you here..."

"The reason you called me here..." Harry leaned in, eager for the answer. There faces were mere inches apart, and he could feel Reborn's breath on his lips.

Reborn slowly raised his hand, curling it around Harry's cheek. He then moved closer until their lips were nearly touching, and then he took the hand that was resting on Harry's cheek and poked his forehead. Harry recoiled, green eyes looking adorably betrayed.

"That is to be discussed later. For now, I have to go to the bathroom."

Well, that was useful, Harry thought. He sighed and glared daggers at Reborn's back as the man retreated. If looks could kill, Harry was certain that Reborn would've dropped dead already. He drank some more of his whiskey, the potent drink warming his stomach and burning his throat.

Harry grumbled under his breath about stupid mysterious men and their need to be annoying as hell. As far as he knew, there were only a few reasons that Reborn would've called him here. It's possible that Reborn had a job he wanted Harry to do, with or without Reborn there. This could also be Reborn's idea of being romantic. Maybe he planned to take Harry out to dinner or something.

His musings were interrupted by heavy, uneven footsteps shuffling towards him. He looked up, unsurprised to see a drunk man stumbling towards him. The stench of sweat and body odor wafted to his nose as the man came closer, flopping down a barstool with a thunk.

"So, I noticed you don't like women, and your boyfriend abandoned you. Wanna try me out? I promise I'll be good..." The words were slurred and barely understandable. The man's voice was a rough tenor, and the way he leaned in meant Harry had absolutely no doubts about what he wanted, though even the very thought of it made his very being shudder in horror.

For one, he was already taken, and Reborn had not abandoned him, he had gone to the bathroom. He supposed that in that man's (who shall now be called Repulsive) clearly malfunctioning mind that that could be misconstrued as abandonment. Harry leaned away from Repulsive's pungent breath, the smell making him desperately wish that he had brought an air freshener.

"Not gonna answer me? That's okay, I think we both already know what you want to say."

Repulsive leaned a little closer, and Harry decided that enough was enough. "If you get one inch closer to me, you will find your balls somewhere in your throat. Okay?"

Near silent footsteps approached, even as Repulsive put his hands up in a facsimile of surrender. "Okay, okay, I get it. I'll just go now, I guess. But here's my number, so call me whenever." Repulsive fished for a napkin down, grabbed a pen, and wrote something on it. A hand tapped on Repulsive's shoulder, and that smooth baritone rang clear in the air.

"Harry, was he bothering you? Do you want me to take care of him?"

"If he doesn't leave in the next five seconds, then maybe..."

A dark smile spread across Reborn's face, and he counted down the seconds in his head. He had just reached one when Repulsive realized that his life was in mortal danger. He dropped the pen and ran, barreling straight into the door when he couldn't find the handle in time.

Reborn stalked towards the terrified man, chuckling under his breath as he ran through the various ways to kill someone. Repulsive finally got the door open, and his screams echoing in the air as he bolted away from the frightening monster behind him. Reborn laugh deep in his gut as the door banged shut, then walked back over to Harry.

"Was that really necessary? He was about to leave anyway," said Harry, his tone rife with exasperation.

"I know, but I thought maybe I could expedite the process. You wanted to know why you're here, right?" Reborn tossed back his drink.

"Yes, I want to know. I hope you realize that you're a horrible tease and that I'm totally going to get you back later," Harry stated.

"It's a secret for right now. Here, let me put this on you." Reborn held out a strip of black cloth and motioned for Harry to turn around.

"A blindfold? Really?" Harry turned, green eyes lit with bemusement.

"Yes, really. Hold still! I can't do this if you wiggle around like a wild thing."

"Maybe I am a wild thing, and you just don't know it."

"Shhh. There we go."

The soft black fabric that blocked all light felt nice against his eyelids. A hand grabbed one of Harry's and a gentle hand pushed on his back, guiding him around possible road blocks. A bell chimed and wind hit his face, which he assumed meant they were outside. The smell and sounds of the city invaded his senses, and he decided to just let Reborn guide him where he needed to go.

A while later, he wasn't sure exactly how long, Reborn stopped. "We're here," he said. There was a tug on the the cloth that blinded him, and then it was fluttering in the wind. Harry looked up. And up. And up. His mouth fell open in surprise. They were standing in from of the most expensive, booked to the gills, hard to get into restaurant in the whole city.

"Reborn..." The name left his lips as a soft exhalation, "What are we doing here?"

"I'm treating you to dinner, of course."