Chapter Text
The Vongola labs were commonly the site of explosions, deaths, and natural disasters. It was located far enough from the main mansion to keep the Decimo’s famed Intuition from pinging every five minutes. Or so he claimed.
This time, it wasn’t an explosive disaster that wrecked it’s lab.
“Bianchi, please, “Kyoko pleads, hands raised as if to reach out, but not daring to step closer. “Step away from the time machine.”
“No!” Bianchi sobs, “I ne-need to-“
Kyoko takes one slow step forward.
“Reborn broke up with me!” Bianchi yells with a sudden surge of anger. She steps back, closer to the swirling portal behind her. “I need to- to fix it and-“
Kyoko freezes in her approach.
“And you will, “she reassures Bianchi.
“Were they even dating to begin with?” Hana mutters.
She ignores Hana’s snide remark.
“Time travel is not the right way to go about fixing your relationship with Reborn,” Kyoko says louder, soothingly.
“Hahi!” says Haru in apparent agreement, “In Haru’s Specially-Made, Custom Fashion Clothes , Reborn will be begging to take you back in no time!” Her fists were clenched and her eyes burned with determination.
Hana only sighs. If fashion choices were Reborn’s problem, they would have gotten back together in the first week. Haru had been throwing sexy clothes at Bianchi for two weeks now and there was no sign of him changing his mind.
Hell, even her current Haru-outfit-of-the-day had the majority of the scientists in the lab blushing. Her leather coat was closed - and thank god for that - and it still had slits on both sides so you could see her creamy, long legs— No. Nope, nope. Not going down that rabbit hole.
‘ Don’t put your dick in crazy ,’ she reminds herself. Just look at how Reborn ended up.
A scientist tittered next to Hana, wringing his hands in nervousness.
“Why do you even have a finished and working time travel machine in your labs to begin with?” Hana asks him, keeping her voice low.
The guy flinches. She resists the urge to scoff. Barely.
“It- It’s not finished, though, “he whispers back quickly, “Though untested on humans, objects sent through didn’t come out the same as they went in and-“
He flinched again when she whips her head around to stare at him. That. That didn’t sound good.
At all.
“Shit, “Hana hisses.
Crazy or not, they didn’t want Bianchi dead .
“Look, “Hana raises her voice at Bianchi. She steps up next to Kyoko and Haru. “ You’re an adult and Reborn has his adult body back. You’re already starting with really good odds of getting back together, without any of the weird age stuff that plagued you guys before.”
Bianchi looked uncertain, but she was listening at least.
“If you go back, “Hana says reasonably, “you will only be going back to the same problems you had before.”
The room holds its breath. Only the sound of running machinery broke the silence.
Bianchi sniffs and raises her hands to rub her eyes.
“O-Okay, “she says quietly, and then a louder, “Okay… oka-“ Her voice breaks off with a sob.
The large, bulging backpack slides down her back and thumps onto the floor.
Bianchi goes down with it and cries .
“Oh, Bianchi, “Kyoko murmurs. Her nose looks a little more red than usual, and her eyes are shinier in a way that has nothing to do with the light of the portal and has everything to do with sympathy for a heartbroken woman.
Kyoko takes the last few steps towards her and crouches down to hug Bianchi.
“Let’s go get ice cream, “she says with determination, “Let’s eat ice cream and watch some dumb movies and try out every one of Haru’s outfits and-“ Kyoko swallows around her dry mouth. “-Okay? Does that sound like something-? Does that- let’s do that- okay?”
She pulls away to look at Bianchi.
Bianchi - who sits with defeated shoulders and red eyes looking out through thick lashes - nods slowly.
They stand unsteadily and it looks like everything will be fine.
And then Kyoko steps back, away from the portal, only to slip on one of the many liquids that stain the lab floors on a daily basis.
Kyoko slips toward the portal.
And Bianchi-
Bianchi pulls Kyoko back and away. She pushes Kyoko away.
And herself toward the portal.
Bianchi falls.
Her Storm Flames rise up in panic and she reaches a hand out to catch herself.
But her grip on the gate fails as the metal disintegrates under her hand.
Bianchi falls through the sputtering portal, its metallic gate crumbling.
She cries out in pain as her Storm flames lurch and twist painfully and tear from her core .
And Bianchi falls.
Leaving her Storm Flames behind.