Calling Out

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Warnings: Summoning!AU/Demons!AU (hint:someone is an Incubus)/Swearing

Rating: T

Genres: Humor/Friendship/Hurt/Comfort with a side Romance.

Characters/Pairings: Hayato Gokudera, Takeshi Yamamoto, Tsuyoshi Yamamoto (briefly)/ implied!R27

Summary: Takeshi tries to summon a god to make a wish. He fails, invoking a demon instead. It quickly appears to be one of the best things he has ever done.

A/N: Just something short and silly. I don't know if I'll write more in this universe. I might take requests but I don't know if I will really develop them. Decision's yours, readers. Hope you'll enjoy nevertheless!

A young raven-haired fifteen-year-old boy with hazel eyes, swirling with despaired hope, knelt just outside an inversed pentagram. Six candles, each one put at the end of each branch with the last cradled in his hands, barely lit up the dark room. The wax was slowly melting down, warm and sticky. The boy didn't move, letting it drip on his trousers. Instead, he kept his eyes closed as he recited excruciatingly and meticulously strings of words in a language that sounded like Latin. The tongue, foreign to him, was difficult to speak but he stubbornly continued. As he reached the end of his incantation and went for a clean knife beside him, the door he was showing his back to opened abruptly. Paying it no heed, the boy slashed his right wrist with no hesitation whatsoever.

"Idiot!" A harsh voice exclaimed as its owner rushed over.

It was too late as the teen's blood fell both into the candle's flame and on the facing traced branch. They both froze as the door violently and loudly shut, cutting them from the rest of the world. The flames wavered briefly before dancing wildly, emitting a sudden heat that made both the boy and his silver-haired friend flinch away. The color changed from the usual yellow to a reddish orange, flaring intermittently. The air in the room was utterly still, and they had, at some point, ceased to breathe.

Something swished in the center of the pentagram. They squinted their eyes, perceiving some sort of dark veil fluttering despite the lack of any wind. They shivered, a primal fear taking hold of their hearts, at the sight. Despite their increasing terror, they stayed put, utterly fascinated. Suddenly, all the candles' flames - save for the one painfully gripped in the dark-haired boy's hold – vanished silently, taking away any light. The two friends waited, light-headed from the lack of oxygen and the hold of their joined terror, and stared right in front of them, eyes wide opened on the darkness.

There was a chuckle coming from the void in front of them. For some reason, they both blushed as the heat from the candles was seemingly transferred to their blood, rushing in their veins.

"You are always interesting to be around, Tsuna."

The voice, baritone and smooth, caressed their skins like the finest silk, amused but undeniably dangerously dark. They shivered in unison and shifted, suddenly uncomfortable in their bodies as they inhaled sharply a much needed breath.

"It's not as if I ask for these sorts of things to happen, as you very well know, Reborn."

This voice sounded both lighter and younger, though there was an indescribable undertone that put them instantly on guard, despite still fighting to shake off their previous reaction.

"You're a demon. Summons are expected and desired by us. How do you suppose we feed otherwise?"

The tone was unbelievably fond despite the condescension lacing the words.

"There are other means to feed."

"Few are as gifted as you. Shush now, we have guests."

The two boys blinked as the candles lit each after the other, revealing that the veil had indeed disappeared back to wherever it had come from. They both stared at the two figures left in its stead, otherworldly and entrancing. They instantly realized that the sinful baritone voice belonged to the tall and black-haired man whose dark, piercing and unnerving eyes were boring straight into their very souls. A smirk curled red and well-drawn lips, instantly attracting their attention to them. They only snapped out of their daze when the being chuckled, arrogantly pleased, and let his hands caressed the stomach of the one he was holding tightly. He burrowed his chin in a healthy brown but spiky hair, ignoring the sigh that followed. The other was thin and short, appearing delicate, though anyone observing more carefully – not that it was difficult to do since both only wore skin-tight clothes, enough to excite anyone's imagination while checking them out approvingly – would notice some muscles denying the first impression. His honey-colored eyes were definitely softer than his companion's but they were as unnerving, glowing in a hue not unlike the candles' unnatural flames. He shivered at the caress and squirmed but didn't try to stop the other.

All in all, one looked as an outrageously handsome and very attractive man, while the other seemed to be an utterly adorable and lovely adult barely out of his teenage years.

Of course, the fact that they had folded leathery wings and forked tails only served to further proved that they were not normal people.

"Takeshi…" The silver-haired boy muttered, face as white as a corpse. "What the fuck did you do?"

"I wanted to summon a god?" Said Takeshi asked rather than answered, sounding understandably confused. "Do they usually look like that, Hayato?"

"Idiot!" Hayato repeated with clear exasperation. "They're no gods!"

Both demons waited patiently for the obvious revelation, Reborn absently shifting to more efficiently cage his companion between his arms, one of his hands slowly going up. The move was sensual enough to make both humans blush and look away awkwardly. Tsuna didn't even protest, used to it. He eyed with increasing worry the bloody wrist of his supposed summoner. He wondered when the boy, Takeshi, would realize that he had to bandage it.

"They're obviously UMA!"

"Wait, what?" Tsuna started, jerked out of his musing at the ludicrous proclamation.

"The veil was probably some kind of portal that allowed them to space travel." Hayato carried on, oblivious to the brunet's bewilderment and Reborn's amusement. "I wonder if their appearance is due to a coincidence or if this sham of a ritual is involved in – "

"So, they're basically aliens?" Takeshi cut him off, taking his friend completely seriously.

"Yes, that's what I've been telling you for the past minute!"

Tsuna waved his hands in front of him, trying to attract their attentions and ignoring how Reborn's body was slightly shaking with his muffled laughter.

"You've got it wrong!"

Both teens turned their attention to them, blinking at them as if they had forgotten their presences. It would have been offending if it wasn't so weird. In all their years, it had never happened to either demons. Tsuna huffed and attempted to pull away enough to show his wings. Reborn didn't agree though, tightening his hold and restraining his movements. His eyes shone with a malicious glint, clearly stating that the small demon would not escape from him. He did open widely his wings, letting the humans get a good look at them. The room darkened at once, three of the candles being blown out at the burst of wind created.

Tsuna rolled his eyes at the smugness radiating from the other at the sudden spike of fear coming from the mortals. Extending an arm and with a palm facing up, he conjured a ball of pure flames to bring some light. He was unaware of the resulting moving shadows and the downright terrifying picture they made that terrorized even more both boys. Needless to say, Reborn was having way too much fun, especially considering that the summoning wasn't originally his.

"Look, we're not gods and certainly not aliens." Tsuna stated calmly. "We're demons."

They waited for the usual exclamations of fear, the pleas to have their souls untainted and their lives spared. Instead, they got a 'Cool' from an impressed Takeshi and an 'Are you sure?' from a skeptical Hayato. Tsuna stared at them before twisting to look at Reborn.

"You had had – and have – still a lot more summoners than me, being a Sin and all." He began quietly, sounding a bit lost at their reactions. "Is this normal?"

"No." Reborn answered, smirk still in place.

Tsuna's shoulders slumped as he moaned in despair.

"Last time, I got a seven-year-old child who wanted to bite me to death." He ruffled his hair in agitation. "Before, I got a crazy woman who only summoned me because she needed to test how potent her Poison Cooking was and I only survived because I'm a demon. And now, I have them."

"Hey, that sounded like your sister, Hayato." Takeshi casually remarked, a hint of tiredness seeping through. "And the kid, that's Hibari, no?"

"Don't speak of Aneki, idiot." Hayato muttered, looking suddenly ill.

Tsuna tilted his head at that, squinting as if to look better. He sniffed the air, picking up on a vaguely familiar scent.

"Huh." He uttered in complete surprise. "Now that you've said it, it's true that you're rather familiar."

"Before continuing, you should take care of this wound, kid." Reborn pointed out, nodding towards Takeshi. "It would be a shame for you to die before agreeing to a Contract, right?"

"Oh, I've completely forgotten about that." The boy laughed it off while his friend downright snapped at him for his carelessness.

Hayato left the room with a huff, shouting that he would be back with the necessary things. Once the door closed behind him, Reborn flicked his wrist to temporarily seal it. He released the smaller demon who looked at him in confusion as he stalked closer to the summoner. Shadows cloaked him as all the candles, except the one still quickly melting between the mortal's hands, extinguished silently. Takeshi stiffened, sensing the intimidating approach but otherwise unable to see him.

"So." Reborn purred, his voice caressing Takeshi's ear as a puff of breath sent shivers down his spine. "Why did you summon a demon, Takeshi?"

"Reborn."

Said demon didn't pay any mind to his companion's call. He let his power engulf the other, inciting new sensations to curse through the teen's body. Being the Sin of Lust, Reborn was extremely powerful. He wouldn't need long to get the human under his spell.

"Do you want riches? Or do you wish for power perhaps?"

"Reborn!"

Takeshi fluttered his eyelashes, feeling light-headed from both blood loss and whatever was the strange thing that the demon was doing to him. His breathing was coming in short pants, doing nothing to help him clear his mind.

"State your wish, Takeshi. We'll be happy to take your soul as payment."

Takeshi opened his mouth to ask for, he didn't know what – nothing, anything – as the voice lulled him further into a trance.

"Reborn."

Fire exploded from the center as Tsuna's annoyed voice called for the last time. Shadows shied away from the short demon whose eyes glared fiercely at the Sin, unafraid and stunning. His sunset-colored flames, from crimson to pale yellow, lit up the entire room. No darkness could be found anymore, except in their own shadows. They broke Takeshi from his trance who watched, mesmerized, as the two powerful beings stared at each other. He suddenly felt out of place, unneeded and unrequested. The intense hunger in Reborn's dark eyes was enough to petrify him on the spot while his instincts screamed to him to run away right now.

Takeshi watched as Reborn stalked closer to Tsuna – much like a predator ready to pounce – to cage him once again in his embrace. There was nothing comforting or soft in it though. It wasn't possessive like before either. As weird as it sounded, it was clearly meant as a warning, staking how easy it would be for Reborn to snap him if he wished so. Tsuna merely reached a hand to cup one of Reborn's cheek, letting a finger absently caress a sideburn as he did so, and gazed evenly at him, unimpressed.

"You know that I'm not like that."

Reborn narrowed his eyes.

"You won't elevate in ranks if you refuse to eat souls." The Sin pointed out as he leant closer still. "Your position as a lower-class is insulting to both your lineage and your power."

"I don't care about that."

"You should."

Tsuna sighed, his Flames dimming to reach a hue much more comfortable for Takeshi's eyes.

"How many times do we have to argue this point?"

"Until I manage to drill it into your pretty albeit thick head."

Tsuna didn't flinch at the harsh tone, merely replaying with a 'We'll talk about it later'. He then sent the other a pointed look. Reborn flicked his wrist once more before catching Tsuna's hand and reintegrating his position from earlier with the slight difference of their interlaced fingers. The door opened a few seconds later to let in a grumbling Hayato. As he sent to work, Takeshi sneaked glances at the pair standing in the pentagram, holding a short discussion between them. He decided to break the silence, too curious for his own good.

"You seem close."

Tsuna snorted at that.

"Hard not to be when someone is constantly invading your space, no matter what you think about that."

"To think that you believe that I was being, I quote, 'touchy-feely because I am the Sin of Lust'." Reborn chuckled.

"How was I supposed to know that a Sin would be interested in a mere low-class demon?" Tsuna huffed, slightly hitting the other's chest. "For all I knew, you could have been playing around or something."

"Yes, because actively seeking you and expressing my interest in various forms, did not mean anything at all." Reborn wryly replied.

Tsuna shot him an incredulous look.

"You call that training – which is so awful that it gives another definition to the world hellish – an interest of your part? I thought you were trying to creatively kill me because you were bored or because I had offended you in some way."

"If you liked it so much, I can always tutor you again."

Tsuna blanched at Reborn's casual proposition, squirming in his arms as he tried to get away.

"No, no, I'm okay!" He squeaked. "There's really no need to – "

Takashi and Hayato watched as Reborn feigned reflecting on the matter as well as effortlessly restraining the other quite efficiently. Tsuna didn't give up, sensing apparently that he wouldn't be let off the hook so easily. It was confirmed when the Sin leaned in to whisper a few words into his ear, causing him to flush, his Flames flaring slightly as their dance became wilder.

Both teens exchanged a look.

"If you're not going to make a Contract, Takeshi, you need to free us from the ritual." Reborn, smoldering eyes still focused on the shivering demon in his arms, stated calmly.

"Oh, how do I do that?" The boy asked, ignoring Hayato's huff of exasperation at his lack of preparation.

"Blow on your candle." Reborn ordered, his power already engulfing Tsuna's remaining Flames in cloaks of shadows.

As Takeshi obeyed, blowing out the weak flame loosely held in his uninjured hand, he along with Hayato heard Reborn's parting words.

"If you ever get bored, call us again."

Their presences vanished as the dark lightened up at their absence. Of them, there was only the scent of fire and sulfur, as well as a lingering but mostly forgotten fear. Hayato and Takeshi sat in silence, oblivious to how close to death they had been but still musing on the strange beings they had just met. Behind them, the door opened.

"Hey, Takeshi, what are you doing here, in the dark?"

Tsuyoshi, Takeshi's father, paused as the smell hit his nose. Scrunching up his face, he sent a look at his son.

"Don't forget to open the window and clean any mess you have made before coming helping me with the clients, alright? Oh, and I have a cake for your friend and you, waiting in the kitchen."

He left without waiting for an answer. Takeshi collapsed on the floor, laughing almost hysterically at the normalcy of the order, in vivid contrast from their earlier encounter. Hayato took out one of his cigarettes but didn't lit it, watching his friend.

"Takeshi, why did you try to summon a god?"

The boy sobered up at the question. His gaze traveled from the used candle to the carefully made bandage. He remembered how he had thought he was alone, friendless, and with a father too busy to notice him, much less care about him. He remembered how he had thought that if he managed to get his wish answered by a god, then he could make his dad happy no matter the price he had to pay. He remembered how he had thought that he wasn't worth any worry or care. Smiling softly at the treated injury, Takeshi said none of that and replied instead, as carefree as ever but genuine.

"I don't know. I suppose it doesn't matter anymore."

"Idiot."

Takeshi only laughed at the concealed relief in the nickname, and got up instead, dragging with him a fond Hayato.

A/N: Yep, as I've said, I may write more in this universe, maybe other unexpected summoners or pieces of Tsuna's and Reborn's lives. We'll see.

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