KHR! || Reborn,Luce, PG; "Promises"
Title: Promises
Author/Artist: nurikokoishii
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Prompt: Reborn, Luce, Uni - promises; "Promise me, Reborn."
Word count: 383
Summary: He lived and died by promises.
Promises
She was too fond of promises.
“Promise you’ll come visit me soon”
“I promise to make more espresso next time”
“Promise that you’ll keep those cute sideburns”
Promises were something that she asked for and gave too easily. He was a hitman; promises were oaths, things you lived and died by.
Yet he could never deny her one of her promises.
“You must hate me,” she said with a laugh as she set the shortbread on the table. Though she tried to make less sweet snacks with their tea, he still couldn’t stand a bite. He imagined the cookies like her personality; always sweet, no matter the circumstances.
“Why would I hate you?” he asked curiously as he sipped the espresso, enjoying the rich taste. She had a talent in the kitchen; he wondered how it came to be that she took the position of head of a famiglia.
“I don’t mean to take up so much of your time,” she explained softly as she took a seat.
“If I had other things to do, I would do them,” he replied curtly, and her eyes fell to the tabletop.
One week. One week until the curse.
Luce placed a hand on her swollen abdomen, stroking the bulge gently. “Aria will be disappointed. She was looking forward to a sister.”
Reborn bit the inside of his cheek.
Luce shook her head, trying to laugh, “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to spoil the mood.”
He made a noise of dismissal, taking another long drink of his coffee.
“Promise me you’ll keep her safe.”
Reborn looked up, Luce’s eyes wet. His brow furrowed.
“Aria?”
“Uni.”
“Who is…?”
Luce shook her head, looking back to her stomach. “Promise me Reborn.”
They fell into silence again.
“Fine.”
The fire crackle and hisses as the haggard group around him sleeps. They don’t have long to rest before the Funeral Wreaths arrive, and the odds are stacked against them.
“Uncle,” Uni speaks up from across the fire, and Reborn keeps his eyes on his gun as he cleans the barrel, “Thank you.”
“Thank Tsuna Uni,” he corrects her, “He’s the one who gave the order to protect you.”
“But you were the one who encouraged him to,” she adds, and Reborn makes a noncommittal noise.
“I’m too fond of promises.”
Author/Artist: nurikokoishii
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Prompt: Reborn, Luce, Uni - promises; "Promise me, Reborn."
Word count: 383
Summary: He lived and died by promises.
Promises
She was too fond of promises.
“Promise you’ll come visit me soon”
“I promise to make more espresso next time”
“Promise that you’ll keep those cute sideburns”
Promises were something that she asked for and gave too easily. He was a hitman; promises were oaths, things you lived and died by.
Yet he could never deny her one of her promises.
“You must hate me,” she said with a laugh as she set the shortbread on the table. Though she tried to make less sweet snacks with their tea, he still couldn’t stand a bite. He imagined the cookies like her personality; always sweet, no matter the circumstances.
“Why would I hate you?” he asked curiously as he sipped the espresso, enjoying the rich taste. She had a talent in the kitchen; he wondered how it came to be that she took the position of head of a famiglia.
“I don’t mean to take up so much of your time,” she explained softly as she took a seat.
“If I had other things to do, I would do them,” he replied curtly, and her eyes fell to the tabletop.
One week. One week until the curse.
Luce placed a hand on her swollen abdomen, stroking the bulge gently. “Aria will be disappointed. She was looking forward to a sister.”
Reborn bit the inside of his cheek.
Luce shook her head, trying to laugh, “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to spoil the mood.”
He made a noise of dismissal, taking another long drink of his coffee.
“Promise me you’ll keep her safe.”
Reborn looked up, Luce’s eyes wet. His brow furrowed.
“Aria?”
“Uni.”
“Who is…?”
Luce shook her head, looking back to her stomach. “Promise me Reborn.”
They fell into silence again.
“Fine.”
The fire crackle and hisses as the haggard group around him sleeps. They don’t have long to rest before the Funeral Wreaths arrive, and the odds are stacked against them.
“Uncle,” Uni speaks up from across the fire, and Reborn keeps his eyes on his gun as he cleans the barrel, “Thank you.”
“Thank Tsuna Uni,” he corrects her, “He’s the one who gave the order to protect you.”
“But you were the one who encouraged him to,” she adds, and Reborn makes a noncommittal noise.
“I’m too fond of promises.”