A/N Hello folks, nice to see you. I know I shoul be working on one of my other things not posting a new work but I said I had been working on a Harry/Reborn fic. So here it is it was meant to be a really long oneshot but I felt the need to break it up and post what I had edited. I love this fic and I hope you do to, as always it is not beta'd and if you want to be my beta drop me a line, also I am now beating KHR, Harry Potter and Black Butler stories check out my beta profile on it is the last one in the list. Anyways RR people

Storm

Chapter 1

July 1953

It was late July in Venice, the hot air was filled with scent of moroccan spices and the sounds of the gondoliers. As the sun set and the lights of the city sparkled across the canals it was a scene straight from a love story. Renato Sinclair strolled down one of the darker paved streets, his long legs carrying him a great distance with each stride, as a cigarette hung from his perfect lips.

Renato was a hitman, of some renowned, and having just come from a fairly challenging but lucrative job he was feeling quite rightly at the top of his game. And later he'd say it was fate that he decided on that bar at that time on that day because as soon as he walked in Renato saw him.

He was sitting at a table not far from the door, he was scanning both those who entered and those who left with a sharp emerald gaze. He paused every so often in spinning his drink to brush his long black hair from his face. When their eyes met sparks flew, it was that instant attraction, the kind that had Renato's Sun Flames perking up.

Renato slid over to the bar and ordered a drink, which he than carried over to the table that the mysterious man sat at. He took the seat across from him with a challenging smile, not caring at that he was invading the other's space. After all he'd never been spurned by members of the either sex before.

Those green eyes stared at him but Renato knew the other was still watching all those around them. He put out his cigarette in the provided ashtray and took a sip of his whiskey. He wasn't drinking to get drunk, his strong Sun Flames made that impossible, but he enjoyed the taste and the warmth in his belly.

"So stranger what brings you to Venezia? Business or pleasure?" Renato asked, his voice as smooth as silk with a touch of smoke. The other chuckled slightly and brushed his hair from his face again.

"Pleasure." The other purred in slightly accented Italian. It was Renato's turn to chuckle as he reached for his pack of cigarettes, he offered first to the stranger who gladly took one then took one himself, before patting his pocket where his lighter normally rested.

It was empty but when he looked back up the stranger was puffing away on a lit one and Renato just smirked wider as he leaned closer to press the end of his smoke against the lit one. It was a bold move but those green eyes just rolled and he was allowed to light his cigarette.

"What do I call you, besides beautiful?" Renato asked after he had drawn back.

"Harry." The Brit stated. "And you?"

"Renato." The hitman replied as he finished his drink. He held out his large gun callused hand and was rewarded with a much smaller callused hand being placed in his. Renato drew his new 'friend' up and out of the bar. They made it three blocks before he felt the unbearable need to kiss the other, which he proceeded to do.

It was during that kiss that Renato tasted them, the buried Flames in the other. Sky Flames had a unique flavor, both sweet and smooth against his palate. Harry was a Sky and a powerful one at that but the Flames were buried deep inside. Renato kissed the green eyed man again, wanting to play with those Flames he reached out with a tendril of his own Sun and played it across the other's arm.

Harry drew back, his face filled with fright but it was already too late. The moment that Renato's Flames had touched that smooth white skin pure Sky Flames had poured from the smaller man. It was Renato's turn to reel because those Flames latched onto his with a fierceness he'd never known even thought possible as he tried to draw back. He gasped and shuddered, his whole body wracked with pain and pleasure like he'd only dreamed of.

Renato threw his head back as he pressed closer to the source of those glorious Flames. He looked down at the other and found that Harry wasn't in much better of a state, holding onto the brick wall for support. He had to kiss him again, it was an absolute need, and as he tilted that face to catch those beautiful lips again he found himself caught by amber eyes.

It was a shock that had him near ripping himself from Harry, his own no doubt yellow eyes wide. They were Harmonizing! It was a thought that blazed through his head allowing him to momentarially take stock. He'd spent so many years looking for a Sky powerful enough to draw him in and he'd found him in a bar of all places. He drew away, the pleasure-pain of Harmonization nothing to the thought that 'his' Sky had been alone, in a bar, in a mafia bar.

Harry moaned quietly and slumped further into the wall, his eyes sliding shut as he lost consciousness. Renato caught his Sky before he could slid to the ground and pressed him tight to his chest.

Now that his head was clearer Renato could hear people approaching from the direction they had come, no doubt people from the bar curious about the massive surge of Flames. He had to get them out of there and quick before his Sky bonded with any riff-raff. He scooped Harry into his arms, a little worried about how light he was, and rushed into the shadows.

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Arriving back at his flat was by no means an easy task. It seemed that Harry's Flames had woken the city and every low life scum bastard was out hoping to snag himself a powerful Sky. But Renato wasn't hailed as one of the best hitmen in the world for no reason and he eventually made it back to his safe haven. He made sure to lock all of the bolts on his door and slid the windows shut, thus locking them, before he did anything else.

Once he was sure the place was as locked down as he could make it he stepped towards his large bed. He lay his Sky on the soft sheets and shuddered slightly at the sight. Eventually he was able to tear himself away and went into his kitchen, he needed coffee.

As he passed into the small space he caught sight of his face in one of the darkened windows and his yellow gaze caused him to turn away. He made his coffee strong and leaned one hip against the counter as he drank deeply from the cup. Thankfully he could still see his bed from the kitchen, he wasn't sure he could really let Harry out of his sight for too long.

Renato laughed lowly as he ran a hand over his face. He could feel his Flames curling and tugging inside him, trying to find the Sky Flames that matched them. But he had to think and could luxuriate in his Sky.

Renato was a freelancer, had been for a long time despite numerous poaching attempts, and he quiet liked his life the way it was. He clenched his teeth as his right mind reminded him why he'd never wanted a Sky, his freedom.

Being born a street rat in Roma ha made Renato place a lot of value in freedom and from the first moment he'd found out about Flames ever Sky in the area had been trying to catch him. Trying to clip his wings and make him into a 'Guardian'. Sure he'd played with Skies over the years out of boredom or for fun but he'd always known he was too powerful for them, even the Donna Vongola. Now here was a little slip of a man, with Sky Flames bright enough to drown Venezia in their light, and he was his 'Guardian'.

Renato set his mug down heavily and all but stalked to his bed were Harry still lay. He had half a mind to kill the other and be done with matter but a sane part of him nixed the idea, all the Flame lore he'd ever heard indicating it would be a bad idea. Besides the closer he got to the unconscious man the strong his Flames reacted. He would have to be careful, it wasn't unheard of for a 'Guardian' to rape their new Sky if not properly supervised and Renato Sinclair had never and would never be a rapist.

Instead the tall man pulled an armchair from in front of a window and flopped gracefully into it. He planned to keep an eye his Sky, even if he had to stay up all night.