Disclaimer:Characters and KHR belong to Akira Amano, story plot belongs to me.

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Leon was lost.

Being dumped from a potted plant and kicked into a canal tends to do that to little green lizards like him, and now he was lost. It normally wouldn't be a problem of course; food was easy enough to get and his partner would eventually find him, and shelter would be no problem to find.

It was just the simple fact that after the little dip into the water, he was sick.

Body-aching, feverish, and nauseatingly sick.

And he was moving at a sluggish pace with a storm clouding the skies overhead in a dark gray menace that covering everything as far as he could see. He cursed his luck. He was also prepared to give his friend the silent treatment as soon as he returned, since he hated reconnaissance missions for the exact reason that something like this happened. It was why they were so rare in the first place.

With a small sigh he forced himself to pick up his body once again and began the tiring journey to a small window ledge that would do a decent job of protecting him from the soon to be horrendous gale that was already beginning to pick up.

He could tell by the stirring litter that was skipping across the cobblestone street, and the heavy scent of iron in the air that told of lightning to come. And he wasn't even halfway there.

The breeze began to pick up. The slow droplets of water that hit the stone already beginning to speed up as fat raindrops started to fall. Thunder rolled across the sky, echoing in the distance with dull clarity.

Leon could barely move, and as the wind pressed him down into the street he felt like stopping. Everything was beginning to blur, and his own thoughts were becoming sluggish as he tried to process why he had stopped moving when he knew better.

He had to get back to his partner, back to his home. The other was probably worried after Leon's disappearance. So he needed to get somewhere safe to start heading back. So why wasn't he doing it? He was the partner of the greatest, surely he should be able to manage!

"Hello, little one. Let's get you inside before this storm really begins."

It was such a soft voice.

He doesn't even remember hearing anyone coming, but he relaxes almost too easily into the warm hands of the stranger as he was lifted up and placed somewhere warm. His only glimpse of the one who saved him before he fell into the clinging shadows of exhaustion was the pair of warm caramel eyes that gazed down at him kindly.

'Huh...only Reborn has ever looked at me like that before.....'

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Reborn was beyond pissed. The idiot who had sent Leon into the canal was already tied up and hanging off the balcony, but there was no sign of the shape shifting chameleon anywhere. Meaning he had been swept up in the current and could be anywhere in the city by now. And with that storm...he had no chance of finding his partner at the moment, and Leon would have found shelter by now. He would have to wait until after the storm at this rate. And he still needed to drop off his report to Vongola on the assignment...

"I'll be back Leon. Soon," the hitman growled. He slipped into a cab and gave directions for the airport before settling in for the drive. His entire body sat still without any emotion expressed as the rain began to trail down the window.

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So, it has been a while since I posted a story. My computer broke, so I'm using a laptop that runs really slow while I have also been dealing with writer's block.

First of all, thank you for reading this. I will try to update every week but don't expect anything. I do have a few other works in progress, which would keep me busy over the summer. You can also see this story on Archive and my Tumblr, just look up speirghrian in the tags. Please reveiw, the more reveiws the more often I will update.

Ciao~!