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Here are some drabbles written for [livejournal.com profile] andreaphobia , who bid on my offering over at [livejournal.com profile] helpthesouth . She requested Reborn!/Assassin’s Creed crossover. holy shit melissa’s writing for another fandom but not really wut If you’re not familiar with AssCreed, just think of this as a collection of AU drabbles. ;’)   I basically just dropped the boys into Masyaf.

Warning for violence in the Lambo one.






Latent || Tsuna

In his short time knowing them, Tsuna has never been more grateful to hear his friends’ bickering voices—alright, maybe it’s just Gokudera crabbing to the backdrop of Yamamoto’s bubbling laughter, but whatever they’re doing, it’s Tsuna’s chance for a reprieve.

Or not. He’s sent sprawling to the ground with a kick to the back of his head.

“You are dead. Again,” Reborn drawls. “Your scheme of keeping your greys for at least another two decades is truly impressive, novice.”

After the world’s spinning slows a bit, Tsuna rises, not even bothering to brush off his filthy tunic. He knows he is envied for being singled out by the grand master but for the life of him cannot understand why. All that the attention has earned him are bruises upon bruises and a constant reminder of his incompetence.

He groans when it seems like Reborn is about to adopt a defensive stance again, but breathes an immediate sigh of relief when the master’s shoulders relax.

“It seems we are finished for the day,” Reborn says, glancing at Gokudera and Yamamoto, who have just entered the courtyard and are waving animatedly at Tsuna (Gokudera seems to think it is a contest to win his attention, as his hand smacks Yamamoto in the nose a few more times than necessary).

Tsuna recalls hearing from one of the other instructors that one should not end a day of training on a failure, but at this point he’s not prepared to endure the fifty extra rounds it would take for a success.

Still, as he jogs over to his friends under a barrage of unnecessary praise, he cannot help but stroke his thumb over the bare skin of his left wrist and hope that whatever Reborn sees in him is like the hidden blade he does not yet possess, ready the extend when the time is right.





Slight || Hibari/Yamamoto

Yamamoto expects a derisively drawled ‘novice’ when he returns, or at the very least a scoff. The gash on his chin is the product of his own stupidity, a second-too-long pause that left him open to a guard’s blade. Well, the guard is dead now, for what it’s worth, but he still expects Hibari to jump at the chance to cut him down even further.

The others can't seem to fathom why anyone would want to draw Hibari’s attention. Hell, Yamamoto still does not completely understand why he likes the man’s fierce gaze on him, or why his skin feels charged, like the air before a thunderstorm, when one of his limbs is caught in that talon grip. Though his face is now marred, he hopes it will make Hibari take more notice of him, if only to contemplate his ineptitude.

When Yamamoto strides through the main courtyard, blood seeping from his makeshift dressing, and Hibari does not even spare him a glance, it is like a slap to the face.





Expectations ≠ Reality || Lambo

It is supposed to be a moment of glory.

It is supposed to be a moment of glory, one he can recount at the mess table with his head held high and the sparkling eyes of the younger novices trained on him in awe. He used to love listening to the gripping tales his older brothers would spin, stories of harrowing rooftop chases, near captures, and swiftly dealt justice. He wanted to come back with stories of his own. He wanted to be a hero.

His first stab goes wildly askew. The warm, sticky blood splashes against his face, into his mouth, metallic and nauseating, but the man’s body still clings to life. Lambo knows he should look away, he knows he should look away and slash the man’s jugular again to finish the job, but he can’t tear his eyes from the dying man’s terrified ones, can’t stop himself from mirroring the drunken twitching of the man’s gaping mouth, can’t pry his fingers from the man’s shoulder until all he’s left holding is an empty shell of a human.

He hopes his brothers won’t notice his bloodshot eyes and irregular breathing when he returns.

It is supposed to be a moment of glory.





Live || Yamamoto/Gokudera

There is no shrouded past. There is no forsaken future. There is only now, only this: wind whistling, blood rushing, feet pounding, muscles coiling, leaping—


infinite space


—landing, joints taking the brunt of the shock, no stopping, pressing forward. Gokudera can see the tails of Yamamoto’s tunic fluttering ahead of him, the red sash rippling, taunting him.

No. Beckoning him. He really needs to stop thinking of their relationship as a competition. (Yamamoto might have more physical prowess, but Gokudera is more adept at the technical aspects of their trade). It doesn’t help that Yamamoto, too, is a competitive spirit, but he isn’t trying to rub his abilities in Gokudera’s face. The staccato of their boots against the stone rooftops tell the story.

faster - join me - let’s do this together

He catches up to Yamamoto at the edge of another roof so they are abreast when they jump this time—


teeming city below - endless sky above - so many possibilities - so much freedom


—and onto the next rooftop without missing a beat. Yamamoto chances a glance to the side, catching Gokudera’s eyes, and Gokudera can’t help but bark out a breathless laugh at the absurdity of their existence - that as distributors of death, they can feel so alive. So immediate.

So here.
So now.
So—



soaring






plz ignore the pretentious artsy-fartsy-ness of the last one IDK WHAT I WAS THINKING

Date: 2011-05-27 04:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] andreaphobia.livejournal.com
YEAH THIS IS AWESOME

This kind of works really really well and is hot and has blood and oh jesus Lambo

but wait uhhhh let me organize my thoughts

Tsuna the novice with Reborn the grand master taking a special interest in him and smacking him around, I like this idea more than I can express, I wish it was a full-length fic, like how Tsuna even got into the brotherhood in the first place and how he grows from a shitty know-nothing into a ~MASTER ASSASSIN~ YEAH and this time there will be no pills and no flames and no stupid bullshit JUST PURE BADASSERY

and theeeen let's see, there's the SCAR, Hibari you little bitch :( stop being so cold and just stick it in him already you know he's begging for it~

Lambo :((( Poor baby, that's just like him. THIS AIN'T A GAME KIDDO, this is what ~grown-ups~ do, sack up or GET LEFT BEHIND

for the last one: ANCIENT PARKOUR AND BROS (WHO ARE PROBABLY FUCKING) yes YES the freedom and sky and the city, fuck I think it's time to play me some ASSCREEDTWO BROTHERHOOD

Date: 2011-06-01 12:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
I'm so glad you liked it! now I can admit that I've never actually played the games >__>

Hnnn yes, I usually don't care much about Tsuna, but I could definitely get down with a tunaboy who had to use his own skills and strength to fight.
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My make-yama-a-slut skillz are showing here. :B

Lambo translated so well in this cross-over. Like, I think he'd be a better, more well-rounded character in Asscreed than Reborn. :/ (mostly because he'd be scared by actual death)

Haha, the last one almost ended up being more Yamamoto/parkour + Gokudera/parkour than Yamamoto/Gokudera + parkour. XD Because who doesn't love free running?


Again, thank you so much for donating! These were really fun to write.

Date: 2011-05-27 09:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kchanlp.livejournal.com
Y'know Hibari, keep that up and you'll die of sexual deprivation. Or something.

LAMBO. ;-;

I liked the artsy-fartsy-ness of the last one! It's like you can almost see them moving! <3333 ♥

Date: 2011-06-01 01:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
It's almost like he's trying his hardest not to get in Yama's pants. There's practically a 'Welcome, Free Buffet' sign on them.

LAMBO NEEDS TO LEARN THAT PEOPLE DON'T BLEED SUNSHINE AND SKITTLES

That's the mood I was going for, but then as I was about to post it, it was suddenly what is thiiis?! I'm glad you liked it! ^^

Date: 2011-06-01 01:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kchanlp.livejournal.com
Weeell, if he doesn't want it, then someone will have to do it in his place go for it, Hayato my boy...

STILL, POOR LAMBO. I WANNA HUG HIM AND FEED HIM WITH SKITTLES. ;_;

Date: 2011-06-01 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
I WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE manifest destiny of yama's ass




Photobucket

Date: 2011-06-01 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kchanlp.livejournal.com
THIS REMINDS ME OF CHARLIE THE UNICORN AND I CAN'T HELP BUT LOL AT IT

"We're going to Candy Mountain, Charlie!"

Date: 2011-05-28 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amcw177.livejournal.com
Sadly, I have only a very basic idea of what's going on in the games series but I still loved these nonetheless. \o/

Especially the last one. It's almost like you're right there with them, jumping rooftops and all. ♥

Date: 2011-06-01 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
I haven't actually played the games, either...

Parkour ftw!

Date: 2011-05-29 12:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mychemical-lust.livejournal.com

CAN I MARRY YOU? PLEASE?

Date: 2011-06-01 01:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
AS LONG AS WE CAN HAVE A CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN AT THE RECEPTION

Date: 2011-06-01 08:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chinpirako.livejournal.com
These were pretty nice! I'm not too familiar with Assassin's Creed, but I think these drabbles still make sense and are interesting to read...

I felt a little bad for Yamamoto in the Slight one :(

Date: 2011-06-05 05:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
Thanks for giving them a try even if you're not familiar with AC. ^^ I guess they can be read as AUs since I pretty much just plopped Reborn characters into the AC setting.

Haha, he still has a lot to learn about what goes on in Hibari's head.

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