"Blah Blah" Italian words

'Blah blah' People talkin in flash back

Reborn sipped at his coffee as Tsuna waited in anticipation. The brunette hadn't said a word as he bore holes in the hitman's face, refusing to let the fedora story drop.

Sighing lightly, Reborn set his cup down, leaning on his elbow propped on the table, switching effortlessly to Italian so that no one would understand other than Tsuna, "You won't give up now will you?"

Tsuna's eyes sparkled in mirth, "I was taught better than to give up that easily Reborn."

Reborn clicked his tongue, squashing down theurge to take off his fedora and run a hand through his hair, "Of all the times to apply my training, of course you pick right now."

Reborn watched as one of the waitresses interrupted bringing Tsuna his drink, a strawberry smoothie, before asking sweetly if they needed anything else.

Tsuna, ignoring her longing stares at both of them, kindly sent her away. "Now Reborn, would you please tell me the story, since we already ate."

Reborn closed his eyes, sinking closer to the table, "Living in an orphanage in the heart of Siracusa, we had many run-ins with the mafia, considering our location in Sicily. I was young, still untainted by the darkness of the mafia. The funds the orphanage were slowly shriveling up, so much so that the caretakers had to take part time jobs and ask for volunteers just to keep it running. Being the older ones, we made a small group to join the mafia and gain money for the smaller children to eat. Only I made it past the training to even be part of the small family that was nearby. After that I hid the fact that I was even part of it. The caretakers would've had a heart attack, so I brought them money under the guise I held a steady job. The others, who failed training, did actually go get jobs so it was believable.

"But I started being sent on assassination missions under one of the family's best assassins. He bought me a suit, telling me that you have to look your best in front of other families. That first night, he told me to shoot a man in the head while he was begging for mercy. My hands shook as I fought back the tears in my eyes. From behind me I heard a gun go off, watching in morbid horror as the man's eyes widened, tears overflowing, before they dulled and he fell into a puddle of his own blood. The man, my tutor in a way, spared me some sympathy, saying, 'You won't have to kill until you are ready, but you will not be spared seeing death, as I have to teach you how to become the shadows.'

"After that night, I began to harden my heart as much as I could, so I could withstand the brutality of the mafia. My favorite caretaker, Alessia, noticing my lack of optimism in the following weeks, confronted me about it. She pulled me over one night right before bed into her designated room, wrapping me into a hug, she whispered, Amborgio, my pet, why are you closing yourself off?'

"Of course I had tried to shrug off suspicions, she loved me as her own child, and would react the worst when told that I became a Mafioso. That night she let me go with only a be careful. For the next few months, I dropped off my paychecks in small increments, or as an anonymous donor when necessary. My accuracy and skill continuously increased, but my ability to actually pull the trigger was all but at a standstill. I was the prodigy with a innocent heart.

"But one time we had gone out, me injuring the targets while my mentor killed, and one of the underlings had managed to graze my arm. After we completed the mission, I had gone home it a bandage on my arm. While helping the younger children, Alessia had spotted my extra suit in my room and then the bandage on my arm. Ever concerned, she dragged me aside again. This time with more worry etched in her eyes, she asked, 'You know, Amborgio, I love you like my own child. I would adopt you if I could, and you can tell me anything. So why, pray tell, are you injured and have suits just lying about in your room?'

"After squirming around, I finally told her the truth. Smiling sadly, she knelt down to look into my eyes, gently placing her hands on my shoulder, before kissing my forehead. Praying for my well being, Alessia pulled a simple black fedora from behind her back. 'I figured,' She whispered, 'that you were the one in the Mafia, the others complained since they didn't get in, but a certain someone did. You know, Amborgio, if you're really going through with this Mafia thing, you ought to look the part."

As Reborn's quiet story ended, Tsuna bit his lip lightly, running his index finger on his cup, "I hadn't expected that to be so personal Reborn. I guess I really did need to earn that story, but thank you for telling me. I am sure that it took a lot to even tell that much, considering I now know your real name."

Blinking, Tsuna hesitantly added, "Not that I would tell anyone, of course."

Reborn smirked, allowing Tsuna's natural social disaster to drag him out of a sacred childhood memory, "Oh, I know you wouldn't tell a soul Tsuna, because you want to hear the rest of my story"

Alessia- Defender, Amborgio- Immortal

Oh my gosh dont kill me! I am sorry about the delay. Just everything about this chapter gave me the worst writers block. I sat down so many times only to not be able to write anything and it is the same with Living Another Lifetime. I just cant even.

But then my lovely Beta, Timeless Writing, gave me wonderful ideas and I love her for it. After she gave me the idea for this, I got an idea for LALT! It should be up really soon but I have a bday party to attend tomorrow and it is like 2 AM right now omfg the things i do for you guys

I want to know what you thinks and stuff! Where do you want this to go? What do you think Reborn still has to reveal? Why does this have close to 100 follows?Why will this probably have 100 follows when I check this later?