LOG: Reborn/Bianchi/Killua, sneaking around
Who: Reborn, Bianchi and Killua
What: Killua decides to get a little update on Reborn's condition...and succeeds. Sort of. Also a little discussion on names.
When: Right after, and concurrent with, entry 15, the post right before this
Where: Reborn's room on the Vongola ship
Bianchi balanced a pile of clothes in one arm and knocked on Reborn's door waiting for his invitation before entering the room, she could feel the breeze from the hallway brush by her as she moved into the room before turning to shut the door and then glance back at Reborn. Her eyes searched his face worriedly. "How are you feeling, Reborn?" She asked worriedly, setting the freshly starched shirts at the foot of his bed and then moving up the side of the bed reaching for his chin to turn his face toward her with a soft touch.
Reborn looked up from his typing and tried on a smile; it felt more or less the same as usual. "I'm feeling a little better, Bianchi," he said softly, eyes flickering downward to look at the screen. And then something made him frown and he looked up at the door...
Killua had breezed in past Bianchi, and was carefully monitoring the amount of nen he allowed out, to regulate it with normal atmosphere around them. It was different above water in the airy Vongola boat as opposed to the confined and perfectly regulated air of the submarine. He had to adjust for atmospheric fluctuation and it meant he was creeping forward ridiculously slowly. Bianchi's hand had released Reborn's chin as he'd moved to look back at his computer screen. "I'm glad." She ran fingers through his hair before moving away to hang the shirts up.
Killua had to adjust around her as she moved to the small closet, stopping dead in his tracks as Reborn stared almost straight at him. He held his breath He couldn't know, he was doing it perfectly, right? What the hell?
Reborn turned back toward the screen, the frown still on his face. He typed something else and then closed the screen, shifting it to the bedside table. He was sitting on top of the bedcovers, fully clothed, leaning back against a veritable nest of cushions and pillows. He reached his hand back under the pillows, stretching out, the movement natural, almost languid and slow, as if he were still feeling that uncharacteristic enervation that had caused his collapse a week ago (which he was, somewhat.) "Thank you for taking care of my shirts, Bianchi," he said absently, bestowing a dazzling smile on her, even as his eyes flicker around the room.
Reborn had Killua's undivided attention. Every flickering movent of his eyes brought a new bead of sweat to his temple. Every stretch and contraction of muscle drew his eyes. He slowly began to crouch, dropping lower, and inching toward the foot of the bed, never letting his eyes leave Reborn. Bianchi flushed at the smile and returned it with a shy smile of her own. "I'm glad I can help you, Reborn. In any way possible." She turned away again to hang up another shirt, fingers brushing out anywhere that might have a wrinkle from travel.
He turned his gaze fully back to Bianchi. "I really appreciate it, you know." He said very softly. "You've been so helpful throughout this week, and I haven't really been responsive..."
Bianchi's fingers stilled on the collar of the shirt she was buttoning and she slowly turned her head back to Reborn in surprise, she smiled slowly, this time almost glowing with it. "You've had other things on your mind." She excused him. "And for good reason." It was very hard to be an adult when all she wanted to do was throw herself into his arms.
Killua barely relaxed as Reborn's gaze moved away from him. He began to inch forward again, eyes drifting back to Bianchi who's adoring gaze was enough give his teeth sympathy pains. He glanced back at Reborn, and made it three or four steps closer to the bed, pausing for a moment again to be sure Reborn wasn't going to look back again.
"I hardly think my mind can be said to have been active while all of you have been forcing me to sleep all the time," he said dryly, but with another smile to show that...perhaps such care was appreciated. "I hope you've been sleeping as well...? After all, it wouldn't do to have someone I... well." He deliberately let that sentence trail off.
Bianchi's heart skipped a beat and she took two steps away from the closet and toward Reborn. "I'm sorry to have bothered you about it." She paused, a bit of hope at the sound of his trailing words. "I catch sleep when I can. It won't do any good to sleepwalk through your care." Sometimes she fell asleep sitting and watching him even. He'd probably caught her at it sometime this week.
Killua felt a little wave of triumph move through his body and he took that final step and began reaching for Reborn's foot, fingers stretching and breath held in carefully again. His eyes drifted between Reborn's foot and his face. Only an inch left he was almost there!
Without looking away from Bianchi, he pulled out the gun he'd been hiding under the pillow, pressing it up against Killua's forehead in one smooth motion. "Make sure you take care of yourself," he said to Bianchi, sounding concerned, and then, in a tone of put-upon surprise, as if he weren't already holding a gun to his head, "It appears we have a little guest." He shifted slightly, turning his head towards Killua, though the hand holding the gun remained rock-steady. "Fancy seeing you here, Killua," he said teasingly.
"Thank you Reborn, I will." She paused at the same time Killua stopped. Killua stopped immediately as he saw Reborn moving. Bianchi narrowed her eyes as he shimmered back into view. She hadn't ever seen someone able to do that without a suit on. Killua sighed and flopped onto the ground.
"I was SO CLOSE." he crosses his arms. "Seriously though? How did you know I was here? I know you caught on earlier. "
"Instinct, I'm afraid," Reborn said with a smile, lowering the gun. "Not much you can do about that. No matter how perfect your emission is, it doesn't quite account for either pure luck or intuition." He leaned back against the pillows, almost with a sigh of relief.
Bianchi leaned against the door frame of the closet, crossing her arms and watching Reborn speak freely to the child.
"Argh! No way!" He whined and flopped backward on the floor looking up at the ceiling. "There's gotta be a way to catch you. Seriously!" He sat back up and looked at Reborn cheekily. "Was I interrupting?"
Reborn raised an eyebrow. "Why would you say that?"
Killua grinned and responded somewhat mockingly, "After all, it wouldn't do to have someone I..." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Bianchi raised a brow at Killua. "Who's the brat?"
Reborn conveniently took the opportunity to ignore Killua's little comment. "This is Killua Zaoldyeck, Bianchi," he said just a bit formally. "I think the last name is one you might recognize."
She straightened up and looked somewhat curiously. "This is Silver's child?" She'd met Illumi and even Alluto in the past. But not the family gem. "Interesting. "
Killua made a face. "I should get it changed."
Reborn said, with a perfectly straight face, "I'm sure you'll have no shortage of suggestions. 'Brat' comes to mind."
Killua stuck his tongue out at Reborn but didn't look particularly troubled by the insult. "Well I'm not changing it to Gon's. That's just an embarrassing one."
"I'm sure no one would ask it of you," Reborn said with perfect aplomb. "You certainly have plenty of options to choose from."
Killua sat back on his hands and looked at the ceiling thoughtfully. "I'm thinking something cool like 'Slayer."
Bianchi looked amused by that.
"As far as advertisement goes, I think your original last name would be far more effective," Reborn pointed out.
Killua pouted. "I'm disassociating myself. I can get by on my skills as a hunter." He was clearly unconcerned with overstaying his welcome.
"Well, you don't really need a last name then," Reborn said, shrugging. "It's certainly not required."
"I can be like one of those singers. Killua." He puffs his chest out and winks.
Reborn tilted his head, looking at him inquisitively. "Doesn't really have quite the same ring to it. Maybe it's your first name you need to change."
Killua frowned. "I like my first name!"
"Because of the chain effect?" Reborn teased.
Killua looked blankly at Reborn. "Chain effect? Kurapika has the chains."
"Never mind," Reborn chuckled. "Anything you particularly wanted then, Killua-with-the-as-yet-undetermined-name? Or did you just decide we'd simply be desolated without your brilliant presence?"
Killua grinned again. "I brighten up the room." He pointed out. And sat there a little longer just to be a brat. "Nope just trying to catch you." Finally he moved to stand up.
"I don't often lose to people who don't even know who they themselves are," Reborn pointed out, though his tone changed 'often' to 'never.' "Come back when you've found yourself."
Killua looked a little more seriously at Reborn at his tone, his eyes narrowing before he grinned again. "Yeah yeah, I'm not giving up." he moved toward the door. "Bye lady." He waved at Bianchi and opened the door.
Bianchi did not reply, just watching the proceedings.
Reborn rolled his eyes, amusement predominant in his expression. "He's still very young."
The door closed behind Killua and Bianchi moved to the bed to reach for the last shirt. "He's a handful, reminds me of Lambo." She was impressed that he'd disappeared of course so obviously this kid could back his ego up at least.
Reborn let Bianchi lean forward to get the shirt, before pulling her slightly off balance for a kiss. "He doesn't really remind me of Lambo at all."
Bianchi's eyes widened as Reborn pulled her toward him for a kiss, nearly toppling over before catching herself and kissing back. He really did know how to keep her hopes up. Every little snatch of affection she ate up like woman parched in the desert. "No? He's confident. And disobedient. Perhaps it's just a feeling of rebellion I'm getting."
"How old is the Lambo we're talking about?" Reborn laughed, letting Bianchi go, and picking up his laptop again.
She tried not to look to disappointed that Reborn was going back to his computer, straightening up and lifting up the last shirt. "Five or six." She said with some amusement, turning back to the closet to hang it up.
"I think if Lambo ended up like Killua in another ten years or so I'd actually be a bit relieved." He said absently, his attention on something else...
Bianchi smiled to herself. "Perhaps someone should spend some time with him in the future. I don't think he has the attention span for it now." She turned from the closet. "Can I get you anything else before I go?"
Reborn didn't quite look up from his typing. "Thank you but no, Bianchi." And then slowly, he raised his head from the keyboard to look at her. "Actually," he said with an almost-tender smile, "just remember to take care of yourself as well."
Bianchi had stopped at the door to look at him at actually. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she smiled with a blush on her cheeks. "I will, thank you Reborn. Please recover quickly." She turned and left without another backward glance because she really would throw herself onto that bed if she did.
What: Killua decides to get a little update on Reborn's condition...and succeeds. Sort of. Also a little discussion on names.
When: Right after, and concurrent with, entry 15, the post right before this
Where: Reborn's room on the Vongola ship
Bianchi balanced a pile of clothes in one arm and knocked on Reborn's door waiting for his invitation before entering the room, she could feel the breeze from the hallway brush by her as she moved into the room before turning to shut the door and then glance back at Reborn. Her eyes searched his face worriedly. "How are you feeling, Reborn?" She asked worriedly, setting the freshly starched shirts at the foot of his bed and then moving up the side of the bed reaching for his chin to turn his face toward her with a soft touch.
Reborn looked up from his typing and tried on a smile; it felt more or less the same as usual. "I'm feeling a little better, Bianchi," he said softly, eyes flickering downward to look at the screen. And then something made him frown and he looked up at the door...
Killua had breezed in past Bianchi, and was carefully monitoring the amount of nen he allowed out, to regulate it with normal atmosphere around them. It was different above water in the airy Vongola boat as opposed to the confined and perfectly regulated air of the submarine. He had to adjust for atmospheric fluctuation and it meant he was creeping forward ridiculously slowly. Bianchi's hand had released Reborn's chin as he'd moved to look back at his computer screen. "I'm glad." She ran fingers through his hair before moving away to hang the shirts up.
Killua had to adjust around her as she moved to the small closet, stopping dead in his tracks as Reborn stared almost straight at him. He held his breath He couldn't know, he was doing it perfectly, right? What the hell?
Reborn turned back toward the screen, the frown still on his face. He typed something else and then closed the screen, shifting it to the bedside table. He was sitting on top of the bedcovers, fully clothed, leaning back against a veritable nest of cushions and pillows. He reached his hand back under the pillows, stretching out, the movement natural, almost languid and slow, as if he were still feeling that uncharacteristic enervation that had caused his collapse a week ago (which he was, somewhat.) "Thank you for taking care of my shirts, Bianchi," he said absently, bestowing a dazzling smile on her, even as his eyes flicker around the room.
Reborn had Killua's undivided attention. Every flickering movent of his eyes brought a new bead of sweat to his temple. Every stretch and contraction of muscle drew his eyes. He slowly began to crouch, dropping lower, and inching toward the foot of the bed, never letting his eyes leave Reborn. Bianchi flushed at the smile and returned it with a shy smile of her own. "I'm glad I can help you, Reborn. In any way possible." She turned away again to hang up another shirt, fingers brushing out anywhere that might have a wrinkle from travel.
He turned his gaze fully back to Bianchi. "I really appreciate it, you know." He said very softly. "You've been so helpful throughout this week, and I haven't really been responsive..."
Bianchi's fingers stilled on the collar of the shirt she was buttoning and she slowly turned her head back to Reborn in surprise, she smiled slowly, this time almost glowing with it. "You've had other things on your mind." She excused him. "And for good reason." It was very hard to be an adult when all she wanted to do was throw herself into his arms.
Killua barely relaxed as Reborn's gaze moved away from him. He began to inch forward again, eyes drifting back to Bianchi who's adoring gaze was enough give his teeth sympathy pains. He glanced back at Reborn, and made it three or four steps closer to the bed, pausing for a moment again to be sure Reborn wasn't going to look back again.
"I hardly think my mind can be said to have been active while all of you have been forcing me to sleep all the time," he said dryly, but with another smile to show that...perhaps such care was appreciated. "I hope you've been sleeping as well...? After all, it wouldn't do to have someone I... well." He deliberately let that sentence trail off.
Bianchi's heart skipped a beat and she took two steps away from the closet and toward Reborn. "I'm sorry to have bothered you about it." She paused, a bit of hope at the sound of his trailing words. "I catch sleep when I can. It won't do any good to sleepwalk through your care." Sometimes she fell asleep sitting and watching him even. He'd probably caught her at it sometime this week.
Killua felt a little wave of triumph move through his body and he took that final step and began reaching for Reborn's foot, fingers stretching and breath held in carefully again. His eyes drifted between Reborn's foot and his face. Only an inch left he was almost there!
Without looking away from Bianchi, he pulled out the gun he'd been hiding under the pillow, pressing it up against Killua's forehead in one smooth motion. "Make sure you take care of yourself," he said to Bianchi, sounding concerned, and then, in a tone of put-upon surprise, as if he weren't already holding a gun to his head, "It appears we have a little guest." He shifted slightly, turning his head towards Killua, though the hand holding the gun remained rock-steady. "Fancy seeing you here, Killua," he said teasingly.
"Thank you Reborn, I will." She paused at the same time Killua stopped. Killua stopped immediately as he saw Reborn moving. Bianchi narrowed her eyes as he shimmered back into view. She hadn't ever seen someone able to do that without a suit on. Killua sighed and flopped onto the ground.
"I was SO CLOSE." he crosses his arms. "Seriously though? How did you know I was here? I know you caught on earlier. "
"Instinct, I'm afraid," Reborn said with a smile, lowering the gun. "Not much you can do about that. No matter how perfect your emission is, it doesn't quite account for either pure luck or intuition." He leaned back against the pillows, almost with a sigh of relief.
Bianchi leaned against the door frame of the closet, crossing her arms and watching Reborn speak freely to the child.
"Argh! No way!" He whined and flopped backward on the floor looking up at the ceiling. "There's gotta be a way to catch you. Seriously!" He sat back up and looked at Reborn cheekily. "Was I interrupting?"
Reborn raised an eyebrow. "Why would you say that?"
Killua grinned and responded somewhat mockingly, "After all, it wouldn't do to have someone I..." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Bianchi raised a brow at Killua. "Who's the brat?"
Reborn conveniently took the opportunity to ignore Killua's little comment. "This is Killua Zaoldyeck, Bianchi," he said just a bit formally. "I think the last name is one you might recognize."
She straightened up and looked somewhat curiously. "This is Silver's child?" She'd met Illumi and even Alluto in the past. But not the family gem. "Interesting. "
Killua made a face. "I should get it changed."
Reborn said, with a perfectly straight face, "I'm sure you'll have no shortage of suggestions. 'Brat' comes to mind."
Killua stuck his tongue out at Reborn but didn't look particularly troubled by the insult. "Well I'm not changing it to Gon's. That's just an embarrassing one."
"I'm sure no one would ask it of you," Reborn said with perfect aplomb. "You certainly have plenty of options to choose from."
Killua sat back on his hands and looked at the ceiling thoughtfully. "I'm thinking something cool like 'Slayer."
Bianchi looked amused by that.
"As far as advertisement goes, I think your original last name would be far more effective," Reborn pointed out.
Killua pouted. "I'm disassociating myself. I can get by on my skills as a hunter." He was clearly unconcerned with overstaying his welcome.
"Well, you don't really need a last name then," Reborn said, shrugging. "It's certainly not required."
"I can be like one of those singers. Killua." He puffs his chest out and winks.
Reborn tilted his head, looking at him inquisitively. "Doesn't really have quite the same ring to it. Maybe it's your first name you need to change."
Killua frowned. "I like my first name!"
"Because of the chain effect?" Reborn teased.
Killua looked blankly at Reborn. "Chain effect? Kurapika has the chains."
"Never mind," Reborn chuckled. "Anything you particularly wanted then, Killua-with-the-as-yet-undetermined-name? Or did you just decide we'd simply be desolated without your brilliant presence?"
Killua grinned again. "I brighten up the room." He pointed out. And sat there a little longer just to be a brat. "Nope just trying to catch you." Finally he moved to stand up.
"I don't often lose to people who don't even know who they themselves are," Reborn pointed out, though his tone changed 'often' to 'never.' "Come back when you've found yourself."
Killua looked a little more seriously at Reborn at his tone, his eyes narrowing before he grinned again. "Yeah yeah, I'm not giving up." he moved toward the door. "Bye lady." He waved at Bianchi and opened the door.
Bianchi did not reply, just watching the proceedings.
Reborn rolled his eyes, amusement predominant in his expression. "He's still very young."
The door closed behind Killua and Bianchi moved to the bed to reach for the last shirt. "He's a handful, reminds me of Lambo." She was impressed that he'd disappeared of course so obviously this kid could back his ego up at least.
Reborn let Bianchi lean forward to get the shirt, before pulling her slightly off balance for a kiss. "He doesn't really remind me of Lambo at all."
Bianchi's eyes widened as Reborn pulled her toward him for a kiss, nearly toppling over before catching herself and kissing back. He really did know how to keep her hopes up. Every little snatch of affection she ate up like woman parched in the desert. "No? He's confident. And disobedient. Perhaps it's just a feeling of rebellion I'm getting."
"How old is the Lambo we're talking about?" Reborn laughed, letting Bianchi go, and picking up his laptop again.
She tried not to look to disappointed that Reborn was going back to his computer, straightening up and lifting up the last shirt. "Five or six." She said with some amusement, turning back to the closet to hang it up.
"I think if Lambo ended up like Killua in another ten years or so I'd actually be a bit relieved." He said absently, his attention on something else...
Bianchi smiled to herself. "Perhaps someone should spend some time with him in the future. I don't think he has the attention span for it now." She turned from the closet. "Can I get you anything else before I go?"
Reborn didn't quite look up from his typing. "Thank you but no, Bianchi." And then slowly, he raised his head from the keyboard to look at her. "Actually," he said with an almost-tender smile, "just remember to take care of yourself as well."
Bianchi had stopped at the door to look at him at actually. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she smiled with a blush on her cheeks. "I will, thank you Reborn. Please recover quickly." She turned and left without another backward glance because she really would throw herself onto that bed if she did.