HAPPY (A BIT BELATED) BIRFDHEI GOKUDERA!!!!
Yeah, I know I promised this yesterday, but our bloody DSL conked out on us due to our changing our phone number and therefore I didn't get my connection back till late this afternoon. So, I fervently apologize for the short wait, and now grace my faithful readers with this humble little piece...
Title: Song Remains The Same (Parts 1+2/???)
Universe: Reborn!
Pairings/Characters: TYL!Yama/Young!Goku, mentions of TYL!Yama/TYL!Goku, misinterpreted TYL!Squalo/TYL!Yama, mentions of Tsuna/Basil, mentions of Reborn/Colonello, TYL!Lal Milch/TYL!Kyoko (yes, you heard right)
Summary: Even when you're with the future version of your (though you would never admit it to anyone with a pulse) object d'affection, some things never change. Especially when you're lost with him, your boss, your boss' tutor, and your boss' tutor's associate in the woods.
Rating: PG-13 at start, goes up to R/NC-17 during later chapters
Warnings: Smexing, crackiness, general lameness, possible OOC, spoilers for the current arc.
Notes: Written in honor of a certain silver-haired bomber's birthday...
I. Denial is a River in Egypt
It was rainy. It was misty. And most of all, it was freezing.
Gokudera Hayato hated the rain. He hated it because it fucked up his clothes, fucked up his explosives, and fucked up his smokes. Which, incidentally, he was in the mood for right now, because he was stressed out and grouchy beyond belief.
Rainy days just overall fucked up his mood.
And all of this was no thanks to a certain baseball freak known to normal people as Yamamoto Takeshi. Which sure as hell didn't make things any better. The baseball freak had...changed somewhat. An understatement, to be honest, but what the fuck.
No, he didn't get any smarter.
No, he wouldn't stop flirting with and just plain pissing off Gokudera.
He grew up. Literally. As in over 18.
And this was no thanks to a certain 10-Year Bazooka. Not that Yamamoto got hit with it; that wasn't the case. Actually, because of that godforsaken, piece of shit gadget, Gokudera, Tsuna, and Reborn were stuck in the future. With the future version of Yamamoto, as well as some stupid bitch teammate of Reborn's, Lal Milch...or Lal Mirch...or Lal----oh, however the fuck you pronounced it.
Gokudera huddled into himself, he shivered due to the stupid rain and the stupid cold. "Hey." He said aloud to his aforementioned compatriots. "We've been wandering around this forest for two hours already. Where's this stupid hidden base and why the fuck did you have to go summoning all this rain and shit, you fucking show-off?!" He demanded, whirling around to scowl at 24-year-old Yamamoto.
"It's called a hidden base for a reason." Lal supplied. "Hence why it's in these woods."
Gokudera glowered at her. "No shit!" He snapped.
"I summoned the rain and fog to cover up out movements, Ha-chan." Adult Yamamoto replied, smiling at the explosives expert and seemingly ignoring the sheer amount of pissy the latter exuded right about now.
Gokudera flushed. "Stop calling me that!"
"But I think it's cute."
"NO, it's annoying!"
"Your older self likes it when I call him that. Sure, he slaps me in the face whenever I do so, but I know he likes it."
"Well, call me that one more time and I'll KILL your stupid freak ass!"
Lal blinked at the two Mafiosos trading insults (or Adult Yamamoto's case, endearments, which only served to inflame Gokudera even more) with one another. "And here I was thinking his older self was bad at admitting his feelings." She commented.
Tsuna sighed exasperatedly. "It's been going on even in our time period." He said. "And the thing is, it's painfully obvious that it's painfully obvious that Gokudera likes Yamamoto, no matter how much he insults and berates him. I mean, just look at him. He's redder than a reddening loon."
Lal obliged.
"Oh, you." Adult Yamamoto said to Gokudera. He put an arm around the demolitions freak's shoulders and held him close, nuzzling his damp ashen hair.
Gokudera turned a bright pink and shoved the swordsman away, shuddering all the while. "Get away from me!" He snarled.
"But you're shivering. I was trying to keep you warm." Adult Yamamoto said.
"Cheh!" Gokudera grunted, glaring over to the side and still very much pink in the face.
Lal blinked, mystified. "How do you put up with it?" She asked, turning to Tsuna once more.
"I'm forced to put up with it. And I've been traumatized countless times witnessing it." The aforementioned Vongola X replied.
"Gokudera is trying to resist his hormones' call." Reborn said rather sagely. "I'm sure he wants to do unspeakable and unthinkable things with this version of Yamamoto even more than he wants to with our version."
Lal blinked again. Tsuna groaned.
"Goku, you're going to get sick." Adult Yamamoto said, a look of worry crossing his otherwise calm features.
"It's Gokudera!" Gokudera snapped. "What did I tell you about calling me fucking nicknames?! And if I do get sick, it's your fault for your idea of 'cover'!"
Adult Yamamoto laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "I admit I went a little overboard with it." He said.
"And that is a goddamn understatement!" Gokudera snarled. "Even as an adult, you're still a dumbshit jock!"
The demolitions freak then shivered wildly. "Dammit, I'm freezing!" He growled. "Hold me, asshole!"
Adult Yamamoto looked all too eager to comply to the ashen-haired teen's request. "Come on, then." He said, grinning. "It'll keep you from catching cold."
Gokudera turned around and went tromping up to the former baseball player, glowering at him. He then hesitantly leaned up against Adult Yamamoto's larger frame, letting the latter wrap his arms around him. The Italian youth went from pinkish to red at the physical contact; Adult Yamamoto was just as soaked to the bone as he was, and the latter's shirt was pretty much non-existent because of it.
Gokudera's hand just happened to brush against the swordsman's nicely toned stomach as he went to hold onto him. His face was now pressed against an equally toned chest. Blood rushed to both his ears and a...miscellaneous part of his body. The explosives freak swallowed hard.
"Something wrong?" Adult Yamamoto asked. "Your face feels kinda hot."
"...Nnn...nnn...nnnuuuhhh..." Gokudera struggled to form coherent sentences in his mouth. "Ng...nnn...nung."
Behind them, Tsuna, Lal, and Reborn continued to observe.
"Are they..." Lal began, her eyes widening. "...holding each other?"
"Seems that way." Tsuna replied.
"They're quite a charming couple, aren't they?" Reborn commented. "Their chemistry never ceases to amuse me."
Tsuna rolled his eyes. "Dysfunctional is more like it. And their so-called 'chemistry' leads to collateral damage and physical injury more than displays of affection."
"Some like it rough." Reborn said.
"Then are you trying to say that they're both masochists?"
"You never know. Different strokes for different folks."
Tsuna simply muttered something unintelligible under his breath.
"...Have they slept with each other yet?" Lal wondered aloud to no one in particular, thus sending the spiky-haired fledgling mod boss into a hacking fit. Reborn whacked him on the back, which only made the fit worsen.
"Is that a yes, Vongola X?" The female Arcobaleno asked, looking down at Tsuna, who retched and gagged some more before muttering hoarsely, "...if only you knew...if only you've seen..."
"If only." Reborn agreed, nodding.
II. As 8059 Turns
After two more hours of traversing wet, slimy, misty forest, the gang decided to set up camp. The skies steadily darkened from grey to pitch black. They had come upon a particularly shady area of the woods, perfect for shielding themselves from the rain.
"...I'm bored." Lal said, yawning a little as she stared disinterestedly at the bonfire the group had created.
"That makes two of us." Reborn said.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Tsuna asked. "I mean, there isn't much in the way of recreational items in a forest in the middle of a rain shower."
"No kidding." Gokudera agreed, glaring up at Adult Yamamoto, who laughed nervously.
"I...I still don't have much control over the Atacci di Squalo..." the former baseball player said meekly.
At the sound of that name Gokudera suddenly whirled back around to face his taller comrade. "Wait a goddamned second!" He exclaimed. "Squalo?! You learned that stupidass technique from him?! But I thought he was dead!"
Adult Yamamoto blinked down at the Italian youth. "Uh...no, he isn't." He replied.
"What happened to him, then?" Tsuna asked. "I mean...you did win the Rain Ring from him."
"I did." Adult Yamamoto said, nodding. "Turns out he...faked his own death."
"Yamamoto trained under him after he returned." Lal said matter-of-factly, poking at the fire with a random branch she picked up. "To be frank, Squalo is not what you call a...nurturing mentor."
Tsuna and Gokudera stared at Adult Yamamoto, who laughed again.
"Yeah." The former baseball player said. "I went through some pretty rough times those past five years I trained with him...intensive stuff, I tell ya."
He then looked at Gokudera again and added, "so...when I manage to vanish off the face of Namimori Town in the past...that's why."
Gokudera's peridot eyes widened. "You mean you'll just..." he began, his voice shrinking a little, "...disappear?"
Adult Yamamoto nodded, his eyes taking on a rather sorrowful glint. The explosives freak flinched at the former's plaintive expression, suddenly looking down at the ground. His brow furrowed in a pained fashion.
Tsuna, Lal, and Reborn all peered closely at the silver-haired teen. His bangs covered his facial features like a shimmering shroud, but his body visibly started to quiver. His fists clenched tightly, baring the whites of his knuckles.
"So you're going to leave me..." Gokudera muttered shakily, "...for five fucking years?"
Adult Yamamoto took a breath. "...Might as well tell you now in preparation for when it's going to happen in your time period."
Gokudera's bottom lip quaked slightly at the sound of Adult Yamamoto's statement; he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Five years without the baseball freak. The baseball freak he'd come to know, to hate, to make fun of, to reluctantly befriend----
The baseball freak he came to develop a crush on.
The baseball freak for whom the crush developed to actual feelings.
The baseball freak he secretly loved.
His baseball freak.
He would have to wait to tell his baseball freak how he truly felt. And five years was a really, really long time in waiting.
"Five fucking years..." Gokudera repeated through gritted teeth, "...for that...for that asshole?"
Adult Yamamoto, hearing and seeing the obvious anguish in the demolitions expert's voice and overall posture, stood up to go to him. "Please understand, Hayato." He said. "I didn't want to leave you. It's just that, after what happened during your fight with Belphegor, I couldn't----"
But he was cut off when Gokudera looked up at him suddenly. Streaked with tears, his green eyes blazed despite their being rimmed with crimson. He breathed in broken, wheezing gasps, baring his teeth.
The ashen-haired youth looked like a wounded wolf after its being forcefully excommunicated from the pack.
Adult Yamamoto reached out a hand to wipe the tears from Gokudera's face. "Hayato..." he began.
However, the explosives expert slapped his hand away. "...Fuck you." He snarled grimly.
Giving the former baseball player one last glare, he turned around and dashed into the misty depths of the forest.
"Hayato!" Adult Yamamoto yelled, running right after him.
Lal, Tsuna, and Reborn continued to watch astoundedly the drama that unfolded right before their very eyes.
"I'm not surprised." Reborn commented. "Gokudera always has trouble coming to gripes with his feelings. And Yamamoto is still unwieldy at handling Gokudera's little quirks."
"This is just like a soap opera..." Lal said, visibly awestruck.
"Their relationship in general is like a soap opera." Tsuna said glumly. He didn't like seeing his two best buds fighting with each other----especially when it was clear they cared for one another in far, far more than "buddy-like" way. It depressed him when their disagreements took a turn for the complex and downright angsty.
No matter how much he got exasperated with their constant waffling (as well as getting just a wee bit unnerved by their "accidental" moments of PDA and sometimes even lust), Tsuna honestly hoped that Yamamoto and Gokudera would finally just admit how they felt and go out with each other.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Lal squealed, waving her arms around like an earwig on fangirl pills. "Someone needs to go spy on them! I wanna known what's going to happen next!"
Tsuna groaned. Unfortunately, their getting together would result in a massive horde of fangirl Paparazzi following their every move every second of every day. It was bad enough Haru and Chrome started publishing doujinshi about or based upon their "accidental" PDA, or even worse, sex.
And apparently this wouldn't change in the future.
"I pass." The spiky-haired Vongola X grumbled.
Lal pouted at him. "What kind of a boss are you?!" She demanded. "Don't you care about your comrades, Vongola X?!"
"Caring about them doesn't involve intruding on their privacy."
"Oh, poo! You're no fun."
"I happen to like having my sanity intact. Well, what little of it is left after witnessing things between those two that I shouldn't have witnessed in the first place..."
"Well, you're still no fun."
"Who wants to play a game of Candid Flush?" Reborn asked suddenly, turning Leon into a deck of cards.
"Eh?" Tsuna asked, turning around.
"Candid Flush?" Lal asked, following suit.
"Come on, it'll be fun." Reborn replied, shuffling the cards.
Title: Song Remains The Same (Parts 1+2/???)
Universe: Reborn!
Pairings/Characters: TYL!Yama/Young!Goku, mentions of TYL!Yama/TYL!Goku, misinterpreted TYL!Squalo/TYL!Yama, mentions of Tsuna/Basil, mentions of Reborn/Colonello, TYL!Lal Milch/TYL!Kyoko (yes, you heard right)
Summary: Even when you're with the future version of your (though you would never admit it to anyone with a pulse) object d'affection, some things never change. Especially when you're lost with him, your boss, your boss' tutor, and your boss' tutor's associate in the woods.
Rating: PG-13 at start, goes up to R/NC-17 during later chapters
Warnings: Smexing, crackiness, general lameness, possible OOC, spoilers for the current arc.
Notes: Written in honor of a certain silver-haired bomber's birthday...
I. Denial is a River in Egypt
It was rainy. It was misty. And most of all, it was freezing.
Gokudera Hayato hated the rain. He hated it because it fucked up his clothes, fucked up his explosives, and fucked up his smokes. Which, incidentally, he was in the mood for right now, because he was stressed out and grouchy beyond belief.
Rainy days just overall fucked up his mood.
And all of this was no thanks to a certain baseball freak known to normal people as Yamamoto Takeshi. Which sure as hell didn't make things any better. The baseball freak had...changed somewhat. An understatement, to be honest, but what the fuck.
No, he didn't get any smarter.
No, he wouldn't stop flirting with and just plain pissing off Gokudera.
He grew up. Literally. As in over 18.
And this was no thanks to a certain 10-Year Bazooka. Not that Yamamoto got hit with it; that wasn't the case. Actually, because of that godforsaken, piece of shit gadget, Gokudera, Tsuna, and Reborn were stuck in the future. With the future version of Yamamoto, as well as some stupid bitch teammate of Reborn's, Lal Milch...or Lal Mirch...or Lal----oh, however the fuck you pronounced it.
Gokudera huddled into himself, he shivered due to the stupid rain and the stupid cold. "Hey." He said aloud to his aforementioned compatriots. "We've been wandering around this forest for two hours already. Where's this stupid hidden base and why the fuck did you have to go summoning all this rain and shit, you fucking show-off?!" He demanded, whirling around to scowl at 24-year-old Yamamoto.
"It's called a hidden base for a reason." Lal supplied. "Hence why it's in these woods."
Gokudera glowered at her. "No shit!" He snapped.
"I summoned the rain and fog to cover up out movements, Ha-chan." Adult Yamamoto replied, smiling at the explosives expert and seemingly ignoring the sheer amount of pissy the latter exuded right about now.
Gokudera flushed. "Stop calling me that!"
"But I think it's cute."
"NO, it's annoying!"
"Your older self likes it when I call him that. Sure, he slaps me in the face whenever I do so, but I know he likes it."
"Well, call me that one more time and I'll KILL your stupid freak ass!"
Lal blinked at the two Mafiosos trading insults (or Adult Yamamoto's case, endearments, which only served to inflame Gokudera even more) with one another. "And here I was thinking his older self was bad at admitting his feelings." She commented.
Tsuna sighed exasperatedly. "It's been going on even in our time period." He said. "And the thing is, it's painfully obvious that it's painfully obvious that Gokudera likes Yamamoto, no matter how much he insults and berates him. I mean, just look at him. He's redder than a reddening loon."
Lal obliged.
"Oh, you." Adult Yamamoto said to Gokudera. He put an arm around the demolitions freak's shoulders and held him close, nuzzling his damp ashen hair.
Gokudera turned a bright pink and shoved the swordsman away, shuddering all the while. "Get away from me!" He snarled.
"But you're shivering. I was trying to keep you warm." Adult Yamamoto said.
"Cheh!" Gokudera grunted, glaring over to the side and still very much pink in the face.
Lal blinked, mystified. "How do you put up with it?" She asked, turning to Tsuna once more.
"I'm forced to put up with it. And I've been traumatized countless times witnessing it." The aforementioned Vongola X replied.
"Gokudera is trying to resist his hormones' call." Reborn said rather sagely. "I'm sure he wants to do unspeakable and unthinkable things with this version of Yamamoto even more than he wants to with our version."
Lal blinked again. Tsuna groaned.
"Goku, you're going to get sick." Adult Yamamoto said, a look of worry crossing his otherwise calm features.
"It's Gokudera!" Gokudera snapped. "What did I tell you about calling me fucking nicknames?! And if I do get sick, it's your fault for your idea of 'cover'!"
Adult Yamamoto laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "I admit I went a little overboard with it." He said.
"And that is a goddamn understatement!" Gokudera snarled. "Even as an adult, you're still a dumbshit jock!"
The demolitions freak then shivered wildly. "Dammit, I'm freezing!" He growled. "Hold me, asshole!"
Adult Yamamoto looked all too eager to comply to the ashen-haired teen's request. "Come on, then." He said, grinning. "It'll keep you from catching cold."
Gokudera turned around and went tromping up to the former baseball player, glowering at him. He then hesitantly leaned up against Adult Yamamoto's larger frame, letting the latter wrap his arms around him. The Italian youth went from pinkish to red at the physical contact; Adult Yamamoto was just as soaked to the bone as he was, and the latter's shirt was pretty much non-existent because of it.
Gokudera's hand just happened to brush against the swordsman's nicely toned stomach as he went to hold onto him. His face was now pressed against an equally toned chest. Blood rushed to both his ears and a...miscellaneous part of his body. The explosives freak swallowed hard.
"Something wrong?" Adult Yamamoto asked. "Your face feels kinda hot."
"...Nnn...nnn...nnnuuuhhh..." Gokudera struggled to form coherent sentences in his mouth. "Ng...nnn...nung."
Behind them, Tsuna, Lal, and Reborn continued to observe.
"Are they..." Lal began, her eyes widening. "...holding each other?"
"Seems that way." Tsuna replied.
"They're quite a charming couple, aren't they?" Reborn commented. "Their chemistry never ceases to amuse me."
Tsuna rolled his eyes. "Dysfunctional is more like it. And their so-called 'chemistry' leads to collateral damage and physical injury more than displays of affection."
"Some like it rough." Reborn said.
"Then are you trying to say that they're both masochists?"
"You never know. Different strokes for different folks."
Tsuna simply muttered something unintelligible under his breath.
"...Have they slept with each other yet?" Lal wondered aloud to no one in particular, thus sending the spiky-haired fledgling mod boss into a hacking fit. Reborn whacked him on the back, which only made the fit worsen.
"Is that a yes, Vongola X?" The female Arcobaleno asked, looking down at Tsuna, who retched and gagged some more before muttering hoarsely, "...if only you knew...if only you've seen..."
"If only." Reborn agreed, nodding.
II. As 8059 Turns
After two more hours of traversing wet, slimy, misty forest, the gang decided to set up camp. The skies steadily darkened from grey to pitch black. They had come upon a particularly shady area of the woods, perfect for shielding themselves from the rain.
"...I'm bored." Lal said, yawning a little as she stared disinterestedly at the bonfire the group had created.
"That makes two of us." Reborn said.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Tsuna asked. "I mean, there isn't much in the way of recreational items in a forest in the middle of a rain shower."
"No kidding." Gokudera agreed, glaring up at Adult Yamamoto, who laughed nervously.
"I...I still don't have much control over the Atacci di Squalo..." the former baseball player said meekly.
At the sound of that name Gokudera suddenly whirled back around to face his taller comrade. "Wait a goddamned second!" He exclaimed. "Squalo?! You learned that stupidass technique from him?! But I thought he was dead!"
Adult Yamamoto blinked down at the Italian youth. "Uh...no, he isn't." He replied.
"What happened to him, then?" Tsuna asked. "I mean...you did win the Rain Ring from him."
"I did." Adult Yamamoto said, nodding. "Turns out he...faked his own death."
"Yamamoto trained under him after he returned." Lal said matter-of-factly, poking at the fire with a random branch she picked up. "To be frank, Squalo is not what you call a...nurturing mentor."
Tsuna and Gokudera stared at Adult Yamamoto, who laughed again.
"Yeah." The former baseball player said. "I went through some pretty rough times those past five years I trained with him...intensive stuff, I tell ya."
He then looked at Gokudera again and added, "so...when I manage to vanish off the face of Namimori Town in the past...that's why."
Gokudera's peridot eyes widened. "You mean you'll just..." he began, his voice shrinking a little, "...disappear?"
Adult Yamamoto nodded, his eyes taking on a rather sorrowful glint. The explosives freak flinched at the former's plaintive expression, suddenly looking down at the ground. His brow furrowed in a pained fashion.
Tsuna, Lal, and Reborn all peered closely at the silver-haired teen. His bangs covered his facial features like a shimmering shroud, but his body visibly started to quiver. His fists clenched tightly, baring the whites of his knuckles.
"So you're going to leave me..." Gokudera muttered shakily, "...for five fucking years?"
Adult Yamamoto took a breath. "...Might as well tell you now in preparation for when it's going to happen in your time period."
Gokudera's bottom lip quaked slightly at the sound of Adult Yamamoto's statement; he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Five years without the baseball freak. The baseball freak he'd come to know, to hate, to make fun of, to reluctantly befriend----
The baseball freak he came to develop a crush on.
The baseball freak for whom the crush developed to actual feelings.
The baseball freak he secretly loved.
His baseball freak.
He would have to wait to tell his baseball freak how he truly felt. And five years was a really, really long time in waiting.
"Five fucking years..." Gokudera repeated through gritted teeth, "...for that...for that asshole?"
Adult Yamamoto, hearing and seeing the obvious anguish in the demolitions expert's voice and overall posture, stood up to go to him. "Please understand, Hayato." He said. "I didn't want to leave you. It's just that, after what happened during your fight with Belphegor, I couldn't----"
But he was cut off when Gokudera looked up at him suddenly. Streaked with tears, his green eyes blazed despite their being rimmed with crimson. He breathed in broken, wheezing gasps, baring his teeth.
The ashen-haired youth looked like a wounded wolf after its being forcefully excommunicated from the pack.
Adult Yamamoto reached out a hand to wipe the tears from Gokudera's face. "Hayato..." he began.
However, the explosives expert slapped his hand away. "...Fuck you." He snarled grimly.
Giving the former baseball player one last glare, he turned around and dashed into the misty depths of the forest.
"Hayato!" Adult Yamamoto yelled, running right after him.
Lal, Tsuna, and Reborn continued to watch astoundedly the drama that unfolded right before their very eyes.
"I'm not surprised." Reborn commented. "Gokudera always has trouble coming to gripes with his feelings. And Yamamoto is still unwieldy at handling Gokudera's little quirks."
"This is just like a soap opera..." Lal said, visibly awestruck.
"Their relationship in general is like a soap opera." Tsuna said glumly. He didn't like seeing his two best buds fighting with each other----especially when it was clear they cared for one another in far, far more than "buddy-like" way. It depressed him when their disagreements took a turn for the complex and downright angsty.
No matter how much he got exasperated with their constant waffling (as well as getting just a wee bit unnerved by their "accidental" moments of PDA and sometimes even lust), Tsuna honestly hoped that Yamamoto and Gokudera would finally just admit how they felt and go out with each other.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Lal squealed, waving her arms around like an earwig on fangirl pills. "Someone needs to go spy on them! I wanna known what's going to happen next!"
Tsuna groaned. Unfortunately, their getting together would result in a massive horde of fangirl Paparazzi following their every move every second of every day. It was bad enough Haru and Chrome started publishing doujinshi about or based upon their "accidental" PDA, or even worse, sex.
And apparently this wouldn't change in the future.
"I pass." The spiky-haired Vongola X grumbled.
Lal pouted at him. "What kind of a boss are you?!" She demanded. "Don't you care about your comrades, Vongola X?!"
"Caring about them doesn't involve intruding on their privacy."
"Oh, poo! You're no fun."
"I happen to like having my sanity intact. Well, what little of it is left after witnessing things between those two that I shouldn't have witnessed in the first place..."
"Well, you're still no fun."
"Who wants to play a game of Candid Flush?" Reborn asked suddenly, turning Leon into a deck of cards.
"Eh?" Tsuna asked, turning around.
"Candid Flush?" Lal asked, following suit.
"Come on, it'll be fun." Reborn replied, shuffling the cards.