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seijuurouxryuu · 7 hours

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sometimes i think aquarium people are just wizards (or alchemists)

like just watch this shit:

get grass

dry grass

grind grass into dust

and now i made shrimp summoning powder.

and now i have summoned an army of shrimp.

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seijuurouxryuu · 17 hours

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seijuurouxryuu · 17 hours

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Anyways. Self portrait on my testosterone information leaflet 😎☀️🏳️‍⚧️

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seijuurouxryuu · 1 day

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A fawn curled up beside a fake deer which is used for target practice.

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seijuurouxryuu · 4 days

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Kitchen Knives Aren't Meant for Stabbing

Summary: Why do the Famiglias keep sending their unwanted children on suicide hits? They can't really believe that a child will be the one to kill the World's Greatest Hitman?

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Adult Arcobaleno (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Child Sawada Tsunayoshi, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Attempted Murder, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Accidental Baby Acquisition

Originally posted here but it's getting a new post because I moved blogs a few years ago and it broke some things :)

Someone’s following him and has been for some time now. He turns down an alley, and his shadow follows, seemingly untired from the merry chase he’s given them around the city. He stops halfway down the alley and gently tugs at the cuffs of his sleeves. “Can I help you?” he asks.

His shadow’s breath hitches, and o mio Dio, his shadow sounds so young. Why do the Famiglias keep sending their unwanted children on suicide hits? He turns around and catches his shadow’s small wrist mid-stab. He blinks at the very normal kitchen knife in the boy’s hand before taking it from him and stowing it in on of his inner jacket pockets.

The boy’s absolutely tiny; he’s practically sitting on the filthy ground to be face-height with the child. The boy’s frantic pulls on his trapped arm have no effect. There’s so much dirt in the boy’s brown hair and almost as much hatred in narrowed brown eyes. The boy’s teeth are bared, and there’s definitely a sunkenness to the dirt-covered cheeks.

He sighs. The boy wasn’t from a Famiglia, not anymore at least. Even the Carcassa and Bovino feed all their kids. Not to mention supply them with more than a basic kitchen knife when going after the World’s Greatest Hitman. “Come ti chiami?” he asks the boy.

Ao3

The boy’s glare narrows further, and he repeats the question. This time the boy mutters something and yanks backwards. The boy takes a deep breath and yells, “Let me go, you bastard!” in Japanese.

He keeps a steady gaze on the boy’s face, and a firm hand on the thin arm. “What is your name?” he asks again, this time in Japanese.

“Don’t act like you don’t know, Vongola,” the boy spits. “Now, let me go! And give me back my knife!” Tears gather in the boy’s eyes, but the boy gallantly blinks them away.

“I do not know who you are, and I am not Vongola,” he says calmly. “I am merely affiliated with them.”

“Close enough,” the boy snarls. The boy twists his arm in his grip. “I’ll kill you either way.”

“What’s more dangerous- you, or me? Someone trained and skilled and very very stable? Or a child still learning how to handle a knife with the emotional turbulence of the Wright brothers’ aircraft?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “You’re certainly more dangerous to yourself than me, you know.”

“I don’t care!” Tears finally roll down the boy’s cheeks. “I’m going to kill you and every other Vongola I can find. Because it’s not fair! Kaa-san’s dead because of you!”

Well, shit. Civilian children on a self-imposed revenge mission really aren’t his usual fare of stray. Street kids generally try to pick his pocket or make a good faith effort to loot his dead body. “Kid, I am sorry your mother’s dead,” he says. “But are you sure Vongola’s responsible?” The boy snarls, and he continues over him, “Because as far as I know, Vongola has not issued a hit on a single mother or a hit in Japan for that matter.”

“They had to have!” The boy’s cheeks are soaked with tears. “The men all spoke that language you were speaking, and they kept saying, ‘Vongola’ over and over again.”

Merda, he resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. It sounded like someone high in Vongola’s hierarchy- probably Iemitsu, he’s the only one with any recent Japanese heritage and it’s always him anyway- was too careless about the location of their not-in-the-know family. “Kid,” he lifts the boy’s chin, “I can help you find the men who killed your mother, but you have to let me.”

The boy screws up his face. He wipes away his tears with his free hand. “Seriously?”

He nods. “But I need to know who you are and where you live for starters.”

The boy stares at him, head tilted to the side, for another minute before saying, “My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi. I’m from Nammimori, Japan, and I don’t live anywhere anymore.”

Fucking Iemitsu. He really does hate being right sometimes. He smiles. “Hello, Tsunayoshi. You may call me Reborn.”

#KHR #Reborn #Sawada Tsunayoshi #FUNNN

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seijuurouxryuu · 7 days

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have you ever thought about the creatures

I AM the fucking creatures. When I die I will be a corpse on the side of the highway baby! and when you drive by you won't say "oh my god that's a person" you will say "aww poor little bugger" like you would when you see a dead Racoon.

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seijuurouxryuu · 7 days

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