Hello, I'm restarting. To new readers, this story will only have old characters in it, and to old readers, I'm making some adjustments. Sorry for the long wait… here's the new teaser c:

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The sound of a Zippo lighter filled the silence of the room. Reborn promptly lighted his cigarette and closed the cap, extinguishing the light. He was slouched on the sofa, with his crossed legs placed on top of a table. He threw his head back and exhaled the smoke.

"Reborn!" The door barged opened, and Irie barged in with a stack of papers, shattering the silence that rarely came to the office. Reborn sighed.

"What?"

"You have a new target," said Irie, placing a picture in front Reborn, who was less than enthusiastic to receive it.

Reborn glanced at the picture, and his eyes narrowed. "It's a kid." Then he put the picture back down. "I don't want to."

"You never cared if you're target was a young or old."

"I said, I don't want to." Reborn growled.

Irie's eyes narrowed. "Reborn, don't complain. You were the one that killed his father. It's better to get rid of him before he becomes any trouble."

Reborn shuddered slightly and shut his eyes.

"You're right. I'm in no place to complain." He glanced over to a mirror. Although he was well over his twenties, he looked no older than 15. He was placed a curse which was slowly wearing off, hence the appearance.

Reborn was a hitman. Not just a hitman, the best. His shot never missed and he never felt sympathy. He was a killing instrument, and it never mattered who it was that he was pointing his gun to. It was just that this kid… gave him a strange feeling. A feeling that made him want to stop and hide from everything.

Reborn close his eyes. Irie had started speaking, but he wasn't listening anymore.

"Reborn," Irie said angrily. "At least try to appear listen when someone speaks-,"

"I just have to kill the kid, right?" Reborn got up from the sofa, extinguishing the cigarette with his shoes. Irie wasn't happy that Reborn was so impractical about the new target, but he didn't complain.

As Reborn opened he door, Irie called "Where are you going?"

"Outside, away from you."

"Be back soon, we have to go over the target's profile."

"Yeah, yeah." Reborn shut the door.

Irie looked sourly at the door that the raven had exited. He sighed, wondering why he had to work with such a moody (and dangerous) partner.

The air out side was cool. Reborn walked over to a bench just outside his house, and slouched. He wasn't in the mood to walk, he just wanted some peace. He reached into his pocket for another cigarette, but remembered that he left it on the sofa. He cursed, and took his hand back out. A paper caught his sleeve and fell to the ground. Reborn picked it up and realized that he had brought the picture of the new target. He inspected the picture more carefully, and noticed the target's name printed at the bottom.

"Tsunayoshi Sawada… huh?" He smirked this time. "This will be interesting."

I feel like my fingers rusted. BLLLERRGH.

R&R