#the vongola family makes my heart warm
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HELLO HELLO I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE THE KHR REBLOGS ;-; Cries of the Heart was my first fic from you and I love Ketsui so much, she deserves the world TT im so excited for your rewrites!!!!
if possible, and it's okay if it'd be a spoiler and you can't, could we maybe please see a little bit of what TYL!Ketsui/Yoru's dynamic would be with Tsuna and his guardians? Pls and thank you!!!
HELLO HELLO ANON, I'M JUST HAPPY PEOPLE ARE STILL READING THIS ONE :') I know it's an older one and KHR doesn't get as much love as it used too, but it'll always be one of my favs. All my mafia addictions and gangster movie crazes were all because of Reborn <3
I can't do too much because I'll leave it for when we finally get to the Ten Year Later/Future arc... but I can definitely give you a bit of TYL!Ketsui with the TYL!Cast ;)
These observations will be made through the curious eyes of the Vongola's newest secretary, Bella
A rather polite, sweet young woman who likes life simple, or as simple as it can be when your own family has ties to the mafia, she decided to take this job at the recommendation of one of her friends who works as a contracted accountant for the Vongola, hinting she might be able to scout for potential partners amidst the Vongola's eligible bachelors and bachelorettes
Gokudera
Bella fanned her warming cheeks with both her hands, sighing as she managed to slip out the back of the terrace doors to one of the mansion's massive gardens.
She'd known already ahead of time that parties hosted by the Famiglia would be grand. Experiencing the sheer grandness of it all first hand, however, wasn't as easy to prepare for.
And tonight was one of the biggest they could get—a founding day celebration for the Vongola Famiglia. Founding day celebrations were no joke, not in the slightest in the mafia world, Bella was well aware. Allied families and lone contracted hitmen alike had filled the massive halls of the Vongola Family mansion—one of their many scattered across the breath of Italy.
Bella knew ahead her new work would find her split between Japan and Italy since the Vongola Decimo had his headquarters in both countries, but all formal events would find them back in Italy where the Vongola was first birthed.
The little balls and galas playing at extravagance by the other families attempting to win alliances with the Vongola were nothing compared to this. Everywhere Bella looked had dripped decadence. The shining chandeliers, the vast, colorful arrays of food stretched across gilded tables, the marbled floors so polished she could see her own reflection—not to mention the people! More people than Bella had ever seen in her life. More mafiosos than Bella had ever seen. She knew now firsthand just why the name Vongola carried all the weight it did.
But... Bella pressed the back of her cool hands against her still warm cheeks. There was still a strange, sort of comforting sense of... homeliness that lined the faint edges of this grand celebration held by the Vongola Famiglia. Something more real compared to the rest, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The garden's were just as big as Bella could have imagined. Lush green hedges walled off thick and bountiful bushes of flowers. Everything from roses to peonies lined walkways, smooth and clean of all weeds and trash alike. Bella marveled at it all, wondering if some of the flowers had even been imported from the Decimo's home country. The faint bubble and trickle of a fountain somewhere nearby brought Bella closer, escaping the loud and flooded chatter of people still inside the main ballroom.
She'd hear it from her friend later if she didn't go back soon. She was particularly insistent on making sure Bella could identify all the eligible bachelor's in the Vongola Famiglia and their more easy-on-the-eyes allies. Bella already knew the handsome and very single Cavallone Boss was a treat for the eyes at any party, or the smiling, charming laugh of the Decimo's Rain Guardian, one of his close friends from middle school.
They were all very nice to look at. All of the Decimo's guardians were strangely enough, very easy on the eyes. It was often one had a mafia family stacked with such lookers like this. But Bella didn't have the heart to tell her friend she was still a professional after all, and professionals did not get involved with their employers like that.
Well, Bella hummed to herself, following the sound of the fountain. A secretary and one of the Guardians... that couldn't be too bad, could it?
A muffled sound was started to pick up over the rush of water. Louder the closer she got—was someone arguing?
"How could you even think about leaving early? Do you know how it would even start to look for him?"
"...I think you're exaggerating. No one would bother if I left a little early."
"We represent the Boss! Of course people would notice!"
"I never said I was going to leave... I just wanted a bit of fresh air."
Bella blinked, peeking a bit more quietly around one of the hedges to where the garden opened up to the massive fountain. A fight? I hope it isn't a couple's—
Bella stopped dead, eyes growing round in surprise.
The smokey hair was unmistakable. His pressed black suit hid the peek of bright, roguish red around the collar of his neck. Broad shoulders and a deeply masculine frame. A large, glittering red stone ring adorned one of his long, calloused fingers and—
Bella hid deeper behind the bush, flushing in embarrassment. The Storm Guardian, Gokudera Hayato! He was one of the one's she was often warned about during her work training. Known wonderfully for his deep loyalty the the Tenth, and known even more for his short temper and rough demeanor to anyone who stood in the Tenth's way. Bella had heard he was notorious for getting into fights with some of the other Guardians, apparently always butting heads with one of the female ones... not the Mist... who was it again?
But despite his rough and gruff demeanor, Bella always did notice he was one of the firsts to always have his paperwork done. He made it his work to solve whatever issues he could before the reached the Tenth's desk or unless the Vongola Decimo wished to be involved firsthand himself.
Vongola Decimo's right hand man.
And in front of him is... Bella squinted, making out long, beautifully toned and tanned legs—oh, she must work out a lot, her legs are gorgeous—peeking through the deep slit of a sleek black dress, black as the night. Gokudera moved a bit to the side, saying something else as his hand moved with more emphasis. Long black hair was swept over her shoulder and down her back, curling a bit at the ends like a child had wrapped the ends of the strands around their fingers. Bella's eyes went curiously round.
Ketsui Usagidoshi. Bella blinked a few more times. She's also one of the Guardians... I don't remember which one... Some people call her the Vongola's Black Rabbit.
"I just wanted to hear Tsuna's speech," Ketsui's face looked calm, relaxed almost compared to the taut and rough tone from Gokudera. In one hand she swirled a glass around and Bella instantly recognized the color for the citron wine. Sweet and refreshing. She'd had a few glasses herself. "That's all we really cared about anyway."
Bella had heard whispers of the female Guardian, a range of different things that always left her rather mysterious. Hearing her speak now—her voice was sort of soft, smooth and quiet. It tickled Bella's ears like a whisper.
"It doesn't matter, stupid woman," Gokudera said roughly. Bella flinched. They're fighting, aren't they? Oh, no, that could be dangerous. "We need to keep up appearances for our guests. There's too many people here for any slacking."
"...Kyouya isn't playing nice though." Bella almost laughed. Ketsui's voice was quiet, but the monotone was betrayed by the hint of petulance. Sort of childish, she realized. It was a bit endearing to see from the beautiful and quiet woman.
"Hibari's never held to the same standards. That bastard is doing the bare minimum by not beating up half the people here to death."
"Well," Ketsui said quietly. "That doesn't seem very fair."
The Storm Guardian let out an aggravated sigh. Bella started to worry she was about to see a fight break out between the short-tempered right hand man and the dark horse of the Vongola Famiglia—but to her surprise, Ketsui shifted a bit to the side along the fountain's seat.
Gokudera sat down beside her, slumping with an even deeper sigh as he rested his hands on his knees. Ketsui have one of them a small, friendly pat, taking a quiet sip of her drink.
Bella blinked.
"Damn Hibari," Gokudera said. He held out his hand and Ketsui silently placed her half-finished glass into it. Gokudera threw his head back and cleaned the glass in one swing. "Him and his crowding. He just uses it as an excuse so he doesn't have to deal with all this bullshit."
Gokudera set the glass down beside him, scowling even deeper as he loosened his tie a bit, undoing the first few buttons of his dark red dress shirt as well. "That shit was sweet. What the hell were you drinking?"
"I don't know," Ketsui said calmly. "I picked it because it smelled like citrus."
She absently glanced to her empty glass, leaning back onto her hands. "I did want to finish it, you know."
"I'll get you another," Gokudera shuffled around for something in his suit pocket. "How many have you had, anyway?"
Bella could see now that Gokudera wasn't blocking, the full view of the dark-haired woman. Her black dress was almost a bit plain compared a handful of the other women here, pulling out all the stops before their fellow mafiosos—but something about the simpleness of her attire, from her dark, quiet eyes, to the whispers of curls against the ends of her hair... Bella found herself staring at the female Guardian even more.
Ketsui sighed a little through her nose, a soft sound that didn't sound very exasperated at all. Maybe amused. "My first." She tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. Bella noticed now two funny strands sticking out at the top of her head in a little X sort of shape. Bed head? "The Violeta Boss. He insisted I drink with him."
Gokudera snapped a cigarette in half, growling a bit under his breath as he tucked it into his pocket and reached for another. "That slimy piece of shit? I thought we told you not to talk to him."
"I thought you said we have to keep up appearances," Ketsui said quietly. Bella almost snorted. She couldn't tell if the monotone was a tease or truth.
Gokudera scowled, placing the cigarette between his teeth. "Not for pieces of trash like him. Pezzo di merda."
The Storm Guardian took out a silver lighter, striking it over and over again with more anger each spin. "If I had to count how many times he keeps calling asking for the Tenth to deploy you or that woman, I'd blow up my own head."
Bella knew exactly who they were talking about. The Violeta's Ninth Boss was a sad excuse of a man and a boss, only involved with the Vongola through the old ties of his father and the Ninth Vongola, it seemed. He was a scoundrel through and through that left behind strings of broken hearts and ruined women. Bad in bed and in the head, Bella's friend liked to say. He liked to think his good looks and status could get him anything, and it seemed his latest victims were the Vongola Decimo's female Guardians.
"Chrome's lucky," Ketsui said absently. Bella watched, blinking repeatedly in surprise as she took Gokudera's lighter from his hand. Bella watched in even wider surprise when Gokudera let her, remaining silent with the cigarette between his lips. "Mukuro scared him off."
Ketsui gently cupped one hand around the lighter, shielding it from the wind. Gokudera turned his face toward her, shifting his body as well. A bit of smoky gray mingled against pitch black locks, and Bella watched with round eyes as the Storm Guardian leaned over Ketsui, eyes lowered as she struck his lighter.
A soft flame flickered out from Ketsui's cupped palm and like that the two pulled apart, still sitting closer than they were before as Gokudera turned his head away and exhaled to the side. Smoke trailed up into the night air.
Oh. Bella thought curiously. Maybe they get along... better than I thought?
Ketsui absently pulled a cigarette free from Gokuedera's box. He watched her in silence, jade eyes half-lidded, exhaling another cloud of smoke into the air as she moved it around her fingers, contemplating before she put it to her lips as well. She reached for Gokudera's lighter.
"Maybe I should let him possess my body too," Ketsui mused quietly. Bella blinked. Possess? What does she mean by— She struck the lighter, eyelashes lowered. "...then he just might—"
Bella clapped her hands over her mouth to stop from gasping.
Gokudera grasped Ketsui by her chin, turning her head a bit rough and a bit soft toward him. Gokudera leaned down, pressing the burning end of his cigarette against Ketsui's unlit one. He kept his fingers on her chin, holding her there.
Gokudera exhaled. A cloud of smoke trailed against their faces, dangerously close to reach other. The burning end of his cigarette burned brighter, catching against Ketsui's and lighting the end.
Ketsui's face was unreadable, quiet and unbothered. There was just a faint, faint twinkle of amusement in her eyes. A hidden little star. Gokudera said nothing, pulling away and leaning back again onto one of his palms as he exhaled another deep cloud up into the air.
"Don't even dare," Gokudera said.
Ketsui inhaled, taking a soft drag of the cigarette before she exhaled a smaller cloud Gokudera's way. The ashy color dispersed into the smoky ends of his hair and he looked over at her with narrowed eyes.
Burning embers from the end of his cigarette fell to the floor between them.
"Bitter," Ketsui said quietly. She stubbed the cigarette out against the fountain concrete. Gokudera wordlessly held out his palm. Ketsui blew on the cigarette butt a few times and dropped it into his hand. He trashed it in his pocket with the other snapped one to throw away later. "Your other brand smelled nicer."
"Shut up, coniglia."
"That isn't really an insult," Ketsui smoothed out her dress, standing up. She grabbed the empty glass and Gokudera took another long drag of the cigarette, savoring it for a moment before he stood up beside her. A whole head and some taller. "Goku-dog."
Gokudera placed one large hand against her waist, half-guiding her as the two of them made their way out of the garden.
"I should drop these into his drink."
"He's a weird one," Ketsui warned. "He might like it knowing I used it."
"Disgusting pig."
"I thought we weren't supposed to cause any trouble for Tsuna?"
"He'd give the order."
"No," Ketsui protested quietly. "Not that kind of order, at least." A bit more thoughtfully she added, "I think he'd think Mukuro was a good idea too."
Gokudera said something in response that didn't sound very nice, their words disappearing as they walked too far out of Bella's hearing range.
The newly minted secretary remained silent, hands still clasped over her mouth to keep any noises from slipping out. She waited a second, then a second longer, before slowly lowering her hands down to her lap.
Bella's cheeks were flushed a bright red, head spinning in disbelief after witnessing the Storm Guardian doing something so—so—so—
She quickly fanned her cheeks harder. She had to keep this to herself. She had no idea Vongola Decimo's Guardians had such a relationship. Who would have known!
Bella couldn't help the small pout over her lips, slumping deeper into the bushes.
And here she'd just started to think the mysterious Black Rabbit of the Vongola was just her type...
-I'll do the rest, heheh
#it's just WOW didn't expect it to be that long#missed writing for them#blame it on bella exposition#khr#khr fanfiction#ketsui#ketsui usagidoshi#cries of the heart echoes of the night#echoes#gokudera hayato#gokudera x oc#tsunayoshi sawada#yamato takeshi#hibari kyoya#mukuro rokudo#khr oc
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blood on the water
i MEANT to post this here too but forgot. anyway here's the first chapter of blood on the water. warning for temporary character death and timoteo eating a kids flames and being a general asshole.
also on ao3 here
Naoki is a sick child. He hurts and hurts and is clumsy enough that he has broken and dislocated more bones than a child his age should have.
Naoki is a sick child; but he knows that his mother loves him, he knows that his brother loves him. That Tsuna brings him treats when Naoki can’t go to school and Tsuna holds his hand when the doctor comes toward them with something scary. Tsuna is his brother.
And Tsuna has swore to protect him. Naoki believes him, believes that Tsuna will protect him. Believes that with his whole heart but when he sees a man reach toward Tsuna with a hand full of fire Naoki runs and jumps in front of the old man that their father brought home.
Something is Naoki screams to him that his man is bad, that he is terrible and no good and that he needs to grab Tsuna and run.
The man is faster, he takes his hand and places it on Naoki’s belly, the fire that the man wields (almost like his and Tsuna’s but the man’s fire seems dark and scary) reaches into Naoki and latches onto the warmth that Naoki holds close to him. The warm that brings the fire he and Tsuna play with and Naoki wants to scream but he can’t. His scream dies in his throat, he’s being torn apart, his fire is being taken and taken and he’s being eaten alive and he can’t do anything. The old man is eating him and gorging himself on the fire Naoki has and Naoki can’t do anything.
He wants to scream for Tsuna but he can’t, behind him his brother is frozen. Shocked and still and Naoki loves him. Naoki loves his brother. Naoki loves his brother and will not let anyone like this old man hurt Tsuna.
He refuses.
Naoki doesn’t scream or run because that would mean the old man would target Tsuna and Naoki will not let that happen.
It seems like it lasts for hours. It lasts for less than three minutes and Naoki falls to the ground.
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The truth of things is that death comes for everyone. It is a consuming thing, a thing that takes and takes and takes. Death cannot be stopped or halted, merely postponed, and to a man such a Timoteo the idea of being conquered, of being consumed by such a thing is preposterous.
Timoteo has torn lives apart, has bathed himself in blood and gore until all that he touches is stained red. Timoteo is the type of man who regrets little, and as he stays into the bright orange eyes of the Sawada Naoki - the boy who had told Timoteo no - he is consumed by a terrible hunger.
‘You could take him,’ A voice, dark and terrible whispers to Timoteo, ‘Take him and feast on his Flames until he has nothing else to give.’ Because the twins Flames are strong, and only one would be needed to give Timoteo the strength he needs to continue, only one would be needed to extend Timoteo’s reign by another few decades and then the other could be used.
Iemitsu only needs one child, to fulfill his urge to be parental, and it would be a waste to let one man’s desire for a family ruin everything Timoteo has worked so hard for.
There is no regret when he consumes the child’s Flames. No regret when the child falls limp and broken in front of him, there is no regret when Naoki eyes go dull with the mask of death and when Timoteo looks at Tsuna the other boys eyes are bright and glowing and the child launches himself at Timoteo, as though he knows that Timoteo had done something terrible.
It takes no time at all to seal away Tsuna’s Flames, to put the boys together under a tree and wait for Tsuna to wake and realize that Naoki had passed away in his sleep.
Naoki was always a sickly child after all, it should be no surprise that he died.
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Tsuna wakes up. He wakes up to his brother lying limp at his side and Tsuna wakes to a world that is grey. Everything seems muted, as though he’s watching the world through dirty glass and he hates it because it’s wrong. He turns to his brother, to ask Naoki what happened only to see his brother staring at him with dead eyes.
“Naoki?” Tsuna asks, moving away from his brother only to watch Naoki fall into the space Tsuna was in previously, “Naoki!” Tsuna scrambles toward his brother, slipping on nothing and landing on his brothers chest and Naoki doesn’t move.
Doesn’t wake.
Doesn’t breathe.
And Tsuna can feel his own heart rate pick up, can remember all the doctors visits he went with mom and Naoki too and Tsuna does not know death but he knows that death exists. That Naoki was always sickly and hurting and that sometimes mom clung to him and cried because she was hurting because what if Naoki disappeared? What if her baby died?
Tsuna knows that death means that something is gone, that they disappear and his eyes hurt with tears as he stares at his little brother. As he stares at his twin who he promised that he would protect no matter what and Naoki doesn’t move.
Tsuna screams, and the adults come running.
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Death is a thing that should only happen to someone once.
Should is the keyword here. When Naoki dies, determined and regretful he finds himself in a dark space full of stars. The black of the area around covered in nebulae and constellations. The sight of a star going supernova burns his eyes and he blinks rapidly to clear the spots in his vision as the light of the supernova dies and he finds himself blinking at an adult who looks like him but older.
The man has a cane by his side. The cane has lavender and wisteria burned into it and then the flowers are painted in their respective hues. His skin is a light brown and his hair is the same. The man’s eyes are the only part of the man that looks different than Naoki. Rather than the brilliant orange that Naoki himself sees when he looks in the mirror the man has eyes that are a shocking shade of indigo.
“Are we related?” Naoki asks, looking up at the man who seems as confused as he is.
“I-“ the man stops, and stares at Naoki, taking in the similarities between them and then blinking like he’s seen a ghost. Naoki supposes that that part is true at least, Naoki is dead after all.
“I don’t know?” The man finishes awkwardly.
“Oh.” There’s silence between them for a moment before Naoki makes a choice. “I’m Naoki.”
“Huh,” the man says, “That’s my name too.”
Naoki beams at older Naoki. “That’s great! We are name twins!” Older Naoki watches as Naoki falters at the last word.
“Did you have a twin?” Older Naoki asks, his voice painfully gentle as he sits on the nothingness that suspends them in the starlit sky. Naoki sits next to him.
“Yes.” I died for him, Naoki doesn’t say but Older Naoki seems to know that regardless as sorrow enters his gaze.
“That sucks,” Older Naoki tells him, his indigo gaze softening as he looks at Naoki. “So do you know why we’re here?”
“We died.”
“Well yes,” Older Naoki says, “I know that. But what do we do now?”
Naoki pauses. “Could we go back?”
Older Naoki looks as though he’s just seen the sun dawning.
“I think we might be able to,” Older Naoki says, “Do you want to try?”
Naoki reaches out into the sky with his flames, brilliant and orange, searching for confirmation that they could go back and Older Naoki’s flames, indigo and rolling like mist are pulled out and into the search as well.
“What-“ Older Naoki looks down at himself, glowing indigo and then at Naoki who is glowing orange with fire.
Above them the stars dim and Naoki looks at Older Naoki and knows the man in front of him as himself.
“We’re dead.”
“Died at the same time,” this facet of him agrees and hands Naoki his cane. “Live for us?”
“The old man ate too much.”
“Yes, but we’re the same aren’t we? I don’t see why we can be one.”
“I want to go back,” Naoki says, as the last of the stars vanished, “I want my brother.”
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Naoki wakes up not to the blue sky that sings to him but to the sight of the wooden lid of a coffin.
He sighs. He knows that his family is mourning, that he’s been dead for a while but did they have to bury him?
Of course they did, a part of him whispers, They love us.
“Yes,” Naoki says to himself as he uses the smokeless flame of his Sky to burn away pieces of the lid, “They do.”
Doesn’t mean that he appreciates having to dig himself out of his own grave. But he does, because he’s alive again, because he has a brother to protect, because the Older Naoki is also Naoki now and he might be weak and small and a child but he still needs to get out of this grave.
So he digs.
And digs.
And pull on the Mist to make it his body believe that there is more air in there than there is.
And he digs some more, and breaks through the surface in the middle of the night gasping for breath as they let their illusion fade. Naoki pulls himself out of the grave, his shoulders sore and aching and he hopes that he didn’t pull or dislocate something again.
He closes his eyes, to rest just for a moment, but a shadow falls over him and he opens his eyes to see a man with white hair staring at him.
Naoki waves.
The man looks mildly amused but mostly irked, as though something has happened that was unexpected.
“Hello,” Naoki says, “Do you have any water?”
-
The man takes him in. His name is Kawahira and he says that Naoki can’t go back to his family. Naoki bristles at that, bristles at the implication that his family doesn’t need or want him.
He opens his mouth to protest but Kawahira reminds him that Timoteo is still out there.
Timoteo.
The beast of a man. That man that had taken Naoki’s Sky and killed him. The reason why Naoki’s Flames now have jagged and sharp edges, the reason why his Sky and Mist are stitched together by death and the reason why Naoki remembers.
There was a life where Naoki was a Mist. Where Naoki wandered and stole and killed. Where he stayed out of Mafia business as much as he could and just as he was planning on retiring he had been killed. Caught in the crossfire between the Vongola and another family.
And now that Naoki is him, and he is that Naoki, and together they are one person with a shared past and Flames that will never be as beautiful or while as they once were.
Naoki knows his Mist is small compared to others, that his Sky despite being vast is broken and missing pieces. Naoki knows no one will want him as a Guardian or a Sky and that he will have to protect himself in order to protect his family.
That he cannot let his family know that he is alive lest they get caught in the crossfire.
He will also admit that a part of him is scared, terrified of being found by Timoteo again. Terrified that Timoteo will take and take and take. That the old man will consume Naoki until there is nothing left and as much as he yearns for his family he thinks that perhaps he is more terrified of Timoteo.
“What do I do then?” Naoki asks, a pleading note in his voice, “What can I do?”
“Become someone else,” Kawahira says, “Isn’t that what Mists are known for after all?”
-
Sawada Naoki is dead. He is dead and buried. Thrown into a grave and left to rot.
Sawada Naoki is dead, but Tanaka Naoki is still alive.
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✰ Cute Sweater (Giotto)
Genre: Fluff, Birthday
Word Count: 1,353
Pairing: Reader x Giotto
World: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Author’s Note: This was written for a friend of mine, @kiralushia, for her birthday! I really hope you have a wonderful day and I hope you enjoy this fic Happy birthday, dear.
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Tomorrow was your birthday, but it was also Gokudera’s, a fact which you were not very happy about. It made sense, of course, with billions of people populating the earth, there were many who were born on the same day as you, but why did it have yo be someone you knew? Everyone wanted to celebrate the two of you together, as if you were the same person.
You felt bad not liking this, but something about it just didn’t sit right. Of course, you kept these feelings to yourself. Everyone was so excited and they were celebrating out of the kindness of their hearts – they didn’t have to wish you a happy birthday, they didn’t have to arrange a nice dinner at a restaurant, but they did because they love you. And you loved them, as well.
Still, you wished that you didn’t share your birthday with the silver haired male, but that was life and you just had to deal with it.
When the time came to head to the restaurant, you decided that you weren’t in the mood for the family’s antics and loud nature. You just wanted to relax and watch a movie or work on your art. It was your birthday, after all, and you wanted to do what you wanted.
Tsuna’s knuckles rapped on the door to your office, politely waiting for your okay before stepping inside. “Are you ready to go, Y/N?”
You were struck with a dilemma. Should you lie in order to not hurt his feelings, claiming that you feel unwell? Or do you answer him honestly, laying your feelings onto the table? For a moment, you just sat behind your desk, brow furrowed, bottom lip between your teeth.
Tsuna was perceptive, of course, and he could sense your hesitation. With a kind smile, he approached the desk, his warm hand coming to rest upon your shoulder. “What is it? Have you changed your mind?”
As your eyes met his, filled with warmth and kindness, you knew you couldn’t lie to your beloved boss, so you nodded. “I’m sorry, I just really want to go home and draw. I’m not in the mood to sit at a restaurant all night…”
His smile didn’t falter. “That’s alright. Go on home and get some rest, I’ll let the others know. And Y/N?”
“Yes, boss?”
“Happy birthday!”
You smiled. “Thanks, boss.”
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After returning home and changing into more comfortable clothes, you settled down in the living room with your laptop, opening up the art program so you could continue your work on the current project. It was a picture of Giotto, the Vongola primo, who was, in your opinion, the most beautiful man that ever existed. You had always been fascinated by him and the first gen family, but that only grew when the primo himself somehow ended up in your timeline.
No one knew how or why, but you didn’t really care. All that mattered was this beautiful man standing before you, alive and real. You could touch him, smell the orange twinge of his cologne and feel the warmth that his body radiated. He was real and he was here. Now that, you believed, was your true birthday gift, even if it had come a month earlier.
You smiled at the drawing. It was almost complete, just needing to be colored and to add a few touch ups here and there. The image depicted the primo standing upon a hill, his face turned toward you with a gentle smile despite the confusion dancing within those beautiful eyes of his. His body was silhouetted by the setting sun behind him, setting the world alight with hues of burnt orange and crimson red.
A knock on the front door broke you from your thoughts. Who could it be? Everyone should be at the restaurant by now. Had they come to drag you there against your will? You had no doubt that Ryohei would try such a thing. This thought made you hesitate. Perhaps you should just ignore it.
But they knocked again and you realized something. The knocks were soft, polite even. Something so quiet could never be produced by someone whose aesthetic was to be as loud as humanly possible. You set the laptop down onto the coffee table before heading for the door, your fingers curling around the doorknob before pulling it open.
Giotto stood there, in jeans and a grey sweater, smiling warmly as he always did. “You really should ask who is there before opening your door, you know. It’s dangerous not to do so.”
You felt your cheeks heating up a bit and you cleared your throat. “You’re right, my apologies, Primo.”
“I’ve told you it’s okay to call me Giotto,” he chuckled. “May I come in?”
“Oh, right. Yeah, of course.” You stepped back to allow him entrance, closing the door behind him. “Shouldn’t you be with the others at the restaurant?”
“Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.” His lips twitched up, eyes dancing with amusement. “Tsuna said you changed your mind. I wanted to come and check on you.”
“T-That’s really sweet of you,” you smiled shyly, eyes raking his body as he glanced toward the living room. He was such a gorgeous man, especially wearing that tight sweater, clinging to his body before disappearing into his jeans, the black belt keeping them secured in place. Upon looking closer, you noticed a small penguin embroidered onto the left breast of the sweater. “How cute.”
“Hm?” His eyes slid back to you, curiously and you coughed, quickly averting your eyes.
“Your sweater… it’s really cute.”
“Thank you,” he offered you a closed eye smile, his bangs shifting over his eyes from the movement.
When you felt an awkward silence beginning to form over the two of you, you headed for the living room. “Please make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink?”
“If you don’t mind, thank you.” He followed you into the living room, settling down onto the couch as you stepped into the kitchen, pouring him a cup of hot tea before returning to the living room. You nearly dropped it when you realized that his attention was on your computer, where the drawing of him sat open for him to see.
You swallowed hard shakily handing him the cup. “I-I can explain -”
“You’re quite talented,” he commented, taking it from your hand. “Thank you for the drink.”
His words sent a wave of pride through you knowing that someone you admired so deeply appreciated the art that you drew. The fact that he didn’t feel weirded out that you were drawing him without permission was also a plus.
“I hope you don’t think I’m intruding,” he commented softly, watching you as you took a seat in the chair. “He said you wanted to be alone, but I wanted to check on you.”
“Ah, you’re not intruding at all!” You smiled. “I really appreciate your concern. I’m happy that you’re here.”
“Oh?” He quirked a brow, unable to stop the smile from coming to his lips as he set the drink onto the coffee table. “I’m happy to indulge you, then.” He patted the spot next to him and you headed over, sliding down beside him on the couch, trying to control the warmth in your face, which came increasingly harder when his warm hand came to rest upon your own.
“Primo…” Your eyes shook with love, as clear as day to him.
“Giotto,” he corrected softly, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your heated cheek. “Happy birthday, amore mio.”
“Thank you… Giotto.” You shifted your hand in his grip so you could lace your fingers with his.
This was the absolute best way you could imagine spending your birthday and you felt so happy and warm with him by your side. It was something you never wanted to end and you would be happy to just be stuck in this moment for eternity, but you weren’t the only one. You had, after all, captured the primo’s heart.
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More discord shit. Featuring king of hell!Tsuna, for some reason.
tsuna as the king of hell because nobody else wanted the job, and tsuna nice guy that he is (sometimes) volunteered
mukuro travels through his realm six times, and he doesn't have the heart to keep the boy's soul so he doesn't snap the tether mukuro has to lief and lets the boy return to the living every time.
it makes him wonder though, what the humans are thinking. he knows they've always been capable of some truly depraved and disgusting acts - he deals with those on a daily basis, but sending children to hell and then dragging them back into the world of the living just to do it all over again is admittedly new.
on mukuro's part, he cannot believe the king of hell looks so normal. also, he's actually nice?? certainly nicer than the Estraneo, and his trips to hell are actually more of a reprieve than the living hell he has to endure when he's alive. tsuna plies him with conversation and hot chocolate and pie and warm bubble baths whenever he shows up, none of which he's ever had the chance to try, and he always resents being dragged back up to the living world when it's time to go. he kind of wants to ask to stay but he doesn't know if the king of hell's goodwill would stretch that far, and he doesn't want to be told no.
but eventually, it gets to be too much. crammed into a cell and strapped to a table and cut open at the scientists' mercy - it all becomes too much, and the sixth time mukuro is dumped in a crackling pit of fire, only to be scooped up a moment later by a long-suffering demon and taken to it's boss, he begs tsuna to let him stay.
tsuna can't just let him though, even if he does feel sympathetic for the boy. only demons and damned souls can stay in hell, and mukuro is neither. tsuna's influence prevents hell from touching mukuro's soul, but if he stays long-term, it'll eventually twist even him. the boy's also ten; he's barely even lived, and hell very rarely damns the souls of children, especially when they have committed no crimes.
but tsuna's also gotten fond of this boy, who keeps his chin up and smirks through everything, even when his soul-body is covered in surgical cuts and stitches and scars, and his right eye won't stop bleeding, who doesn't flinch at the sight of blood or the sound of distant screams, and isn't afraid of tsuna. so tsuna offers him a bargain instead, "i'll help you destroy the people holding you captive and give you the power to come and go from hell anytime you want; in exchange, for however many years you live after you are free, you will come and stay in hell for an equal amount of time once you die. consider it a future job contract. you can be my assistant."
for a moment, they both eye the towering paperwork creaking on a separate desk in tsuna's office.
"I'd rather be a reaper demon," mukuro counters, because even as a technical lab baby, he wasn't born yesterday.
the king of hell shoots him a dirty look. "to be decided."
and mukuro agrees because this is a better deal than he ever thought he would have. his lot in life might not be good, and he would've given it up in a heartbeat if that meant he could stay with tsuna, but he wouldn't mind living a little longer either if tsuna is giving him the opportunity to see the world (and maybe set it on fire a little).
fast forward estraneo being burned to the ground with extreme prejudice, mukuro gains two minion-friends, and then he decides why not get started on his job a little early? he'll even do it pro bono, and he's spent enough times with both tsuna and some of tsuna's demons to know what to look for - the really nasty pieces of scum hidden in human society, destined for a rack in hell the moment they die, and even better - it'll double as revenge against the mafia for mukuro.
(tsuna moans about troublesome brats and rebellious teenage stages and extra paperwork whenever mukuro visits with half a dozen or so damned souls in tow. but he also gives mukuro cookies, and the demons come by to pet mukuro's hair with razor-sharp claws and toothy coos before dragging their prey off for some fun, so mukuro knows they're not really mad at him.
he learned right and wrong at the devil's feet. tsuna cares very much about that sort of thing - it's one of the reasons why he has so much backlogged paperwork, he never condemns a soul without proper research, just in case an innocent soul accidentally slips through the cracks, and so mukuro has learned to be equally careful when he kills. hell has a criteria for the truly unforgiveable ones, and there are never a shortage of those kind on earth. it's bloody justice in a world filled with people that don't care, and it suits mukuro perfectly.)
of course, eventually, inevitably, he makes a name for himself. he kills one too many mafiosi - all filthy excuses for human beings of course, but some were connected to the most powerful mafia family in europe, and vongola doesn't like people touching what they consider theirs, doubly so when word gets out of mukuro's kill count, his potential as a mist, and even how young he is.
some think him still malleable, if they can break him and tame him, they could make a loyal asset of him. others think him too much trouble, or an affront on their pride, and those just want to kill him.
so it doesn't take long for assassins and hitmen and recruiters alike to be sent out after mukuro. as a rule, if someone tries to kill him, then even if their souls aren't quite as rotten as he usually goes for, they're still fair game for him to take out. tsuna screeches at him for creating extra extra paperwork when he does this but the king of hell can deal.
clashing against so many famiglia-connected hitmen though brings vongola straight to mukuro's attention, and he's been thinking about it for a while because even just some of the rumours about that family are bad enough to deserve eternal damnation, and opposing rumours might say they're an upstanding family now and they don't stand for the truly evil actions, but mukuro knows you don't get to where the vongola is - the most respected is just another way of saying the most feared - without getting your hands dirty.
and if they're actively coming after him now, to make him kneel or kill him, then they deserve everything mukuro's about to rain down on them. so he researches and he digs, and one by one, he pulls their skeletons out from the bloody mountain that their precious throne sits upon. the more he finds out, the more contemptuous he is, and he thinks - for the first time - that just killing them really isn't enough.
it's tsuna who gives him the idea, when mukuro visits just to pace back and forth in his office and rant about vongola.
"well, why don't you give it a try?" he suggests, and when mukuro looks up, it isn't ordinary tsuna, neck-deep in paperwork and sobbing over how much grief mukuro gives him, that's watching him from across the desk. it's the king of hell, eyes full of a fire that reflects the flames in his realm, and a glint of fang in his mouth as a smile - faint and sly and just this side of not-quite-right - curves his lips like the gentlest of poisons in the dark. "you've only killed them so far. why don't you try... giving them their just desserts too?"
mukuro blinks twice at the echo in tsuna's voice and the pitch-black horns and flame-cracked skin that superimposes itself on tsuna's normal human face for a moment, and then he stops pacing and sits down on one of the couches.
nothing about the king of hell has ever frightened him.
"you mean torture?" he ponders that for a moment. he supposes he could try. for all that he's destroyed entire famiglia - estraneo and others like it - he's never actually chained someone up and drawn out their deaths. maybe he's been remiss. although that's definitely going to take some time if he has to do that with every single vongola that makes it onto his hit list.
but tsuna rolls his eyes. "you know we don't just physically torture people in hell all day long, right?" he smiles again, that same strange twist of his mouth that makes his face flicker with something eldritch for just a fraction of a second, that turns his brown hair into a crown of flame and his deceptively naive face into a thing of teeth and hunger and neverending darkness. "for some, physical pain is not the worst thing they can suffer. tell me mukuro," his smile widens. "how do you topple a king?"
and mukuro gets it. he's always been a quick study.
to topple a king, one must first destroy their kingdom. lay waste to everything they’ve built and everything they rule over. a king without prestige or place or people is no longer a king at all.
reduce them to nothing, and then bury them.
mukuro starts with vongola's allies. over the years, the past centuries, since their inception and particularly after secondo began his reign, they've done some nasty shit to people and then covered it up later when alliance proved to be more beneficial than continued enmity. so mukuro starts with those particular skeletons, leaks them to the families who would care more about such insult and betrayal than they would fear vongola, especially when they begin to realize they have allies in this too. the families that vongola have wronged begin to stir, restless, outraged, resentful, bitter, and for a long time, vongola is too arrogant and self-assured in their own power and superiority to even notice.
when they finally do notice, their upper echelon are slow to action, arguing over what to do, and then too quick to stamp out the dissent using brute force instead of diplomacy and apology.
a king does not bow. that will be their downfall.
even vongola can't stamp out all their upset allies, and for every opposing voice they silence, three more crop up in its place, because at this point, the whole underworld is watching. the allied families vongola never wronged wonder if they could be next, if they could be discarded just as easily. and vongola's enemies are even quicker to leap on this golden opportunity to sow further dissent among their ranks.
war is inevitable. tempers snap, ultimatums are thrown down, and vongola still does not bow. perhaps they do not know how anymore. armies gather, flames are lit, and the underworld holds its breath for that final spark to this powder keg.
mukuro is snacking on dango in tsuna's office once more when War herself sweeps in, double swords at her waist, dressed to the nines and prepared for battle, looking positively chipper. she beams at mukuro, smacks a kiss that smells of fresh blood to mukuro's forehead, before sweeping back out again with a cheery "best crack those gates open, milord. the streets will be red by sunrise."
tsuna heaves a sigh and mutters about traffic problems, but he gets up to go unlock the gates. mukuro accompanies him.
"souls pour in in times of war," tsuna complains as they travel up the spiraling staircases that lead to the surface of hell. "this is going to give me-"
"-so much paperwork, yes," mukuro finishes brightly. "how dreadful."
he gets tossed off the stairs for that. luckily, a winged demon catches him and politely deposits him only a floor down from where tsuna is scowling at him.
"consider your paid vacation cancelled!" the king of hell hollers after his minion.
mukuro laughs. it's a rare sound, and it draws tsuna's attention immediately. the king of hell studies him for a moment before his features soften, and he waits for mukuro to catch up before continuing on.
for his part, mukuro does not think about where he would be if he had never met the king of hell. it does not matter. this is his life now, in all its chaotic bloody glory, with a ruler and his legions at his back, supporting him and urging him on. it's not the life he once thought he would have, when he thought about it at all, the what if i get out one day that used to plague him when he was curled up in a corner of his cage. but he has no complaints with his lot in life, and if ten years with the Estraneo was what he had to pay for this opportunity, then, well, one day, he might even visit his father in his little corner of hell where he's strapped to a lab table and cut open again and again and again.
he was the one who killed mukuro that very first time, after all. it's only polite to say thank-you.
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I will never stop repeating it but thank you for writing ! I have no one to share my passion for Varia and read your headcanons daily filled me with happiness. (The fact that I read your headcanons also makes me progress in English because I am French.) In one of your last texts, you spoke about travel between Varia and the Vongola, how do you imagine that ? where would they go ? I want to know everything.
Your words warm my heart, thank you so much for loving this blog and my writing! Thanks for asking as well.
It would be an annual occurrence and obligatory to every single Family member. Either Tsuna and Xanxus decide on the location or activity together or they vote about it in their Families. Either way they always try to pick out something different and new (mostly because they aren’t welcome to the previous places they have visited).
They usually try to pick a spot that would have a variety of activities for everyone since they are a diverse bunch when it comes to everyone’s interests. For example, they have gone to a ski resort where they have rented one or two villas for private use. They have also been to hot springs and bath houses for those all of them enjoy.
Tsuna usually brings Haru, I-pin and Kyoko along with them, so that Chrome would have more company (especially if they go to places like bath houses). The girls are always psyched about the trips and all in all have a great time, despite the chaos that Varia brings with them.
If they can’t pick out an activity spot to visit, they will book out flights and visit a country instead. They have gone to Europe, North Europe as well as Asia. These type of vacations are more difficult to handle, because they have to look up hotels and what they can do in a certain country, what’s there to see.
Wherever they go, they try to have their guardians travel in small groups or at least in pairs to avoid additional trouble and chaos. It also helps to minimize the risk of losing one of the guardians in a foreign country.
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Want Emancipation Ch (2/?)
REWRITE OF “THE CURSE OF THE SKY”
In one world Tsunayoshi grows up under a neglectful family and hardships and makes relations with people associated with death by force.
In another, Tsunayoshi grows up under a loving and caring father and uncle and welcomes those touched by death with open arms.
Or; Byakuran Gesso adopts Tsunayoshi at a young age and that changes everything.
Parts 1 / 2 / ?
Also on AO3 and Fanfic
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He’s been in a world without Tsunayoshi’s influence.
It feels empty.
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Okay, maybe he wasn’t telling himself the exact truth. And that was a hard pill to swallow in it of itself. He hates to lose to anyone – even if it is himself.
Tsunayoshi is the name people whisper across most worlds.
(Sometimes it’s Ieyoshi, others it’s Tsunahime but it’s still Tsunayoshi – after all what’s in a name? Sometimes it’s not Tsunayoshi at all; whether it’s someone under the guise of Tsunayoshi or it’s someone completely different. Those worlds don’t last long. If they do there’s chaos rampart and no peace in sight.)
To the people that know about the worlds, Tsunayoshi is praised like a god. In some worlds he’s the end, the beginning, or a stepping stone in-between. Tsunayoshi is never all those things. Sometimes he’s two of those things and in the worlds that he’s both the beginning and the end; nothing really makes sense.
Tsunayoshi is the catalyst. Tsunayoshi is the tool. Tsunayoshi is the sacrifice.
In those worlds Tsunayoshi never truly feels happy.
In those worlds his significant other dies. Kyoko, Haru, Hayato, Takeshi, Dino, Kyoya, Bianchi, Ryohei, Hana, Renato, Fon, Cherep, Colonello, Nagi, Mukuro, Spanner, Shoichi, Azucar, Belphegor- The world burns because of it.
In those worlds his mother is dead. Nana targeted because of her connections to the mafia – it doesn’t matter if it’s before everything happens or after.
In those worlds, sometimes, it’s good his mother is dead, but his father dies along with her. Iemitsu’s heart is big like that in those worlds and the world burns because of it.
In those worlds his guardians die. In those worlds his guardians crack. The world burns because of it.
In those worlds Tsunayoshi doesn’t get a chance to get involved. Tsunayoshi either lives a short life or a long life of misery. The world burns because of it.
He’s seen all those worlds and maybe there’s something wrong with him, dare he say one of the defective ones, but he wants Tsunayoshi to get a break among all the worlds he’s in. He wants Tsunayoshi to feel satisfied. And that’s a goal that he will have to fight tooth and nail for.
There’s a reason why he let everything in this world work out the way it did. Other versions of himself will mock him for his laziness but they don’t see what he sees. Tsunayoshi is not a tool for them to control. Tsunayoshi is everything and it’s ridiculous how none of them have realized this before.
He’s been in a world without Tsunayoshi’s influence.
It feels empty.
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The blanket is slung over his lap and his hands are cradling the mug full of his uncle’s famous hot chocolate as he waits.
The soothing chatter of a mischievous voice and an exasperated voice reaches him, and it somehow makes the dozens of thoughts circling in his head come to a stop. Tsunayoshi Gesso just sits there and breathes.
It’s winter break halfway through his first year of middle school but that hasn’t changed their tradition to visit Italy every year with his uncle. Honestly, after the drama his class has been through in just the first semester, Tsuna is glad to get a break.
“How are you holding up Yoshi?” There’s a hand in his fluffy hair and he immediately leans into the touch, his eyes closing unconsciously as a smile comes to his lips. “Are you finally relaxing a little?”
Tsuna laughs, “I would, but we left dad in the kitchen alone and we both know that’s not a good idea.”
His uncle’s hand leaves his hair as he laughs with him, “Don’t worry about that, I used all the marshmallows for the hot chocolate. I’m not letting Byakuran have the chance this year.”
“Geez Sho-chan!” his dad whines as he pokes his head out into the living room, “You could have told me that! I’ve been looking for marshmallows for the past hour and a half!”
Tsuna grabs his uncle’s arm dramatically, “You don’t think he’s going to go insane because of marshmallow withdrawal, do you?”
Shoichi Irie, Tsuna’s favorite uncle, plays along, “Oh god,” he jokingly grabs his stomach, “I’m getting a stomach ache just thinking about it.”
Byakuran Gesso jumps out into the living room with a dark expression, “My best friend and my favorite son ganging up on me? I won’t accept this!”
Tsuna shrieks, but would forever deny it, when Byakuran tackles Tsuna into the couch and drags uncle Shoichi down with him, “You’re heavy dad!”
“Are you calling me fat?! What happened to my cute little son who followed me around like a little duckling calling me papa?!”
“That never happened, and you know it!”
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathee…..”
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Yes. A world without Tsunayoshi is empty.
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In most worlds Timoteo is barely a factor.
Timoteo Vongola is at his wits end. In his seventh and eighth decade he’s lost his three eldest sons and Timoteo is only getting older. His wonderful wife passed in his sixth decade and he wasn’t exactly as capable as he used to be – nor did he want to impregnate someone in his old age. Worst come to worst, Timoteo would tell the council to shove off and make Iemitsu Vongola Decimo – no matter what tradition said.
But Timoteo still has Xanxus. His beloved youngest son that was lost on the streets after one of Tolomeo’s many nights spent with common whores in the alleys of Naples. There was a reason why their mother chose Timoteo as Vongola Nono and not Tolomeo. In many ways Tolomeo bore much resemblance to the cousin twice removed of their great grandfather, Vongola Secondo, Ricardo, and that was passed onto Xanxus. Timoteo sees it in the slightest bit of wrath that Xanxus has in his flames but like Timoteo’s said.
He’s at his wits end.
Such a shame that Iemitsu’s child had died twenty-seven weeks in and his wife could no longer bear a child.
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In a small fraction of worlds, he’s the catalyst of destruction.
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Enrico is dead by an assassin, a bullet straight through his head so they have to cover his face at the funeral. His fiancé still cries over his cold body. The day of his funeral the Vongola all stand together in the Vongola graveyard with the Varia keeping guard despite being an assassination squad. Enrico wasn’t the favored heir to take on the mantle of Vongola Decimo, but he was reliable. He always said that Massimo was the one with the charisma of a leader. Enrico always rather preferred to be Massimo’s advisor and lead from the shadows. Massimo’s back is straight like his spine is iron and his is chest open in open defiance at the funeral – he doesn’t cry but the hands holding his younger brothers’ hands tremble.
Massimo is found dead in the fountain Chiavarone Ottavo gifted to Vongola Ottava as a poorly disguised courting gift. The fountain that is the center of the Vongola Mansion’s courtyard. Massimo is found dead in his pajamas without any signs of a struggle. The autopsy later shows that Massimo had somehow been heavily drugged and if he hadn’t died from the water in his lungs – he would have died from an overdose. His youngest brother is the one to find the body; poor Xanxus is found dragging his brother’s dead body out of the fountain and begging him to wake up. The event sends all of the Vongola into a frenzy to find the culprit and rats are killed on the spot. They still hold a funeral with lilies because its well known that Massimo had a preference to them. Federico looks so small as he holds his remaining brother so close. For the one to have screamed louder than Xanxus was Federico who crumbled at the seams at the sight of his pale brother’s corpse.
Federico is found dead with holes in him. After the death of Massimo, Federico was placed on intense watch. It takes years for Federico to even resemble the person he used to be. The last person in his family to have talked to him, after his father sent him out on a peaceful assignment to celebrate his return to the field, is Xanxus. He never returns. The party that went with him yell about a raid despite being unharmed and without any missing members besides Federico. He was the only one who died. According to his party he had welcomed death with open arms – he let himself get killed. Xanxus stands next to his father with twin guns engraved with “mi dispiace fratello”. The famiglia responsible for Federico’s death never sees the light of day because of him.
In some worlds Xanxus grows up loved by his older brothers and leads the Varia with intelligence of a leader from Enrico, with charisma he’s learned from Massimo, and with compassion from Federico. He recovers from the trauma the streets give and the way his mother had just abandoned him for a large sum of money. Xanxus learns how to be happy and be content in life.
In those worlds his flames don’t burn with wrath. His elements are attracted to how warm his sky flames are.
That isn’t this world.
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“Xanxus.”
Xanxus doesn’t have to turn to know that it’s Superbia Squalo who’s calling out to him.
“What do you want?” he grunts as he cradles the beer Federico used to love before he lost himself in his left hand.
Squalo doesn’t move to sit by Xanxus’ side and frankly, Xanxus doesn’t expect him too. Squalo just continues to stand behind him, a half step to the right so if he were to walk forward they would knock shoulders. Xanxus expects Squalo to stand exactly where he’s always stood.
Squalo doesn’t hesitate as he speaks. “Boss.”
Xanxus whirls around and the beer bottle almost cracks in his grip. “I’m not your boss anymore!” he practically screeches, “You’re the new head of the Varia dipshit!”
Squalo doesn’t even blink, “I pledged to follow you through thick and thin, boss. You may be a piece of shit at the end of the day but you’re the man I chose to follow. This… change in plans doesn’t change anything.”
Xanxus’ blood boils, “Are you fucking blind? You know that this is exactly what that bastard wants. The second he announces that I am to be his heir I’m fucking trapped. Everything we’ve done up to this point has been fucking useless.”
“So, you’re just going to give up?” Squalo shouts back, losing his calm composure – always being quick to anger. “Like hell you are!” he yells because he knows Xanxus just as well as he knows himself, “We aren’t going to be playing into his hands.”
Xanxus quells the anger in his chest to stop and narrow his eyes at the white-haired teen, “What do you know?”
Squalo grins wickedly, “If Timoteo is going to announce you as Decimo it’s going to be when you’re at least twenty – officially at least. We have time until then to figure everything out.”
“Figure what out?”
“We’re going to find another potential heir to the Vongola.”
The beer falls out of his hand, “If I wasn’t the only illegitimate child of Tolomeo then…”
Squalo turns on his heel, “Come on, shitty boss, we’ve got work to do.”
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But this also isn’t the world that Xanxus goes on a revenge trip.
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In most worlds Iemitsu leaves his family for his famiglia. In those worlds he usually loves the child he births with his significant other with all his heart.
In most worlds Nana is Iemitsu’s wife, but she’s easily replaced in others. In those worlds she’s usually an airheaded woman not capable of being a mother.
In worst case scenarios Nana shouldn’t be let out of an insane asylum.
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It starts with the Byakuran in one world and even in the worlds that don’t have Byakuran as the wielder of Mare Rings, Byakuran becomes the wielder of the Mare Rings. Each Byakuran reacts differently from the onslaught of memories and insights of other worlds. In some worlds Byakuran thirsts for power and grandeur. In most worlds Byakuran simply wants to live an easy-going life.
The Byakuran of this world doesn’t turn a blind eye nor does he try to grasp everything that has potential as his. The Byakuran of this world has a bleeding heart and he sobs over the chest of his best friend and he’s inconsolable even for the practical they have the next day in their final year of University.
Byakuran Gesso scours the world looking for the one that calls himself Tsunayoshi and he never looks back.
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“Are you sure that you want to go back to Namimori?” Tsuna barely hears his dad’s question as he walks between several spots in the kitchen trying to get everything ready for school as the minutes tick by. “I know the faculty said they were going to have a mental health assembly, but they just seemed like they wanted to brush everything under the rug as fast as possible.”
Tsuna laughs dryly, “The perks of public school,” he replied sarcastically as he opens the fridge looking for the water bottle he swore he put in last night.
“Exactly!” Byakuran cries as he stands on the other side of the fridge door, “You could have gone to Midori Private. It’s not like it’s only for girls anymore.”
Tsuna shifts his gaze away from his dad as he closes the fridge shut, letting his eyes settle on his Uncle Shoichi who just let out a huge yawn at the kitchen table, “Jii-san you didn’t have to wake up just to see me off.”
Shoichi immediately jolts and wipes the drool that leaked from the corner of his mouth. “Of course I do! It’s not everyday you head back to school,” he finally says after gathering his composure.
“I mean, it’s not like it’s my first day, I’m just heading back after winter break.” Tsuna shoves the black bottle into the bag that’s sitting in the seat across from Shoichi, “You were up late last night, right?”
Shoichi looks sheepish as he rubs at the back of his head, “Haha, just a little later than usual.”
“Yoshi,” Byakuran calls out gently and Tsuna turns because he’s weak to moments like this. And Tsuna’s supposed to be the one with the puppy-dog eyes. “Promise me if you feel uncomfortable at school that you’ll tell me.” Warm hands rub his shoulders, “I just want what’s best for you.”
“Yeah,” Tsuna says, “No problem.” Even to him his words sound hollow.
Byakuran’s eyes bore into him but his dad doesn’t push it and just embraces Tsuna in a hug, “What am I going to do when you grow up and leave me, kiddo?”
Tsuna cracks a smile at that, “Like I’m going to disappear from your life just because I’ve grown up dad.” He breathes in the relaxing scent of marshmallows and orchids, “We’re family and family sticks together.”
His dad pulls back and kisses the top of Tsuna’s fluffy head, “Get going kiddo or you’re going to be late.”
Tsuna grabs his bag off the chair and gives a sarcastic salute, “Yessur.”
“Have a good day Yoshi!” his uncle calls after him as he steps out of the house.
Tsuna very much doubts that it’s not going to be much different from most days at Namimori Middle.
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Tsuna doesn’t want to tell his dad that the assembly goes just like how he expected it to. The whole thing feels bland and useless as students are invested in their own little conversations and the teachers look bored. For Christ’s sake the mental health counselor is sleeping!
For a second, he regrets not taking his father’s offer to attend Midori Private School, regardless of the low percentage of male students due to only having allowed male attendance the year before, but Tsuna knows that if he wants to live as he does at school then Namimori Middle is the perfect place for him.
Even if he knows how toxic the environment at Namimori is when he takes one cursory glance at the first years around him and doesn’t see the student that had tried to commit suicide at the end of last semester.
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NOTE: I'm so sorry for the late update but I got swamped with the weeks leading up to finals and then finals at the end of June. As soon as my finals ended I went on a trip and I've just been recovering from that. I've also been writing scenes for this story and "Vongola Vigilantes" at the same time but the scenes also don't make sense chronologically so I have a lot of mess I need to piece together later for each story. Hopefully I will update quicker next time.
Thank you for the love and support I've gotten already! I really appreciate it!
#katekyo hitman reborn#fanfiction#katekyo hitman reborn fanfiction#the curse of the sky rewrite#byakuran as Tsuna's dad#sawada tsunayoshi#Byakuran Gesso#byakuran#gesso tsunayoshi#tsunayoshi gesso#hitman reborn#khr#Want Emancipation
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Title: A True Prince
Author: booksindalibrary
Rating: T
Pairing: Enma/Tsuna
Prompt: Sun Day - secret relationship for @khrrarepairweek
Tags/Warnings: none :3c
Summary:
Tsuna's happy with Enma by his side.
Infactuation (n): an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something.
AO3 link.
Tsuna was well-known in the streets of his country. Where he walked, the crowds parted. Whether they knew who he was or not wasn't the point; it was his presence that caused it, one that radiated a gentle heat.
At one point he was the loyal youngest son to Nono. How he'd serve the family head with all the honour and power–few mentioned his resemblance to Primo, that subject having been banned.
His three cousins had all died–killed in a mafia war. Tsuna had grieved, along with the rage that built up in Xanxus.
Then Xanxus lead a coup, and was subsequently imprisoned. Tsuna didn't know where he was kept, but he doubted any prison would keep Xanxus away for long. In Xanxus's absence, Tsuna was made the heir to Vongola.
A true prince, they called him. He smiled at everyone unabashedly, even when surrounded by his guardians, each brought from all over the world to swear fealty and lay down their lives. Some of them won't, of course, or at least Tsuna doubts it. Even when Xanxus broke out, and rallied forces around his banner, Tsuna kept smiling. People noted how his features became more strained, how tired his eyes looked, but he remained strong.
Xanxus was imprisoned again, but this time he swore he wouldn't rebel, for so long as Tsuna stuck by his conditions. Those conditions are a secret-
“He's in this movie,” Gokudera said to Tsuna, and Tsuna peered at the screen.
“A major role this time,” he said with satisfaction. “Even I've heard of the book it's based on.”
“Juudaime.” Gokudera met his gaze seriously. “You won't be able to meet him for a while. He's touring and promoting.”
Tsuna looked out the window of the car, watching the houses go by. “I know.”
At the sad look, Gokudera flinched. “Sorry, Juudaime.”
“Don't be,” Tsuna said, surprised. “I can meet him when he comes to Vongola for promotional work.”
Gokudera hesitated, then nodded. “I'll get Chrome to set up a meeting between you two.”
“Thanks,” Tsuna said gratefully.
“Tsuna,” Enma said, and Tsuna beamed at him.
Enma smiled back, reaching out to touch his shoulder. “It's been a while.”
“Mm.” Tsuna was staring at Enma, an awed look on his face.
Chrome looked away, embarrassed to be seeing such an open expression on Tsuna's face, and Gokudera coughed. “We'll be outside,” he said, jerking his head at the door. The couple seemingly didn't hear them as they left, still staring at each other.
“How was filming?” Tsuna asked, sitting. Enma joined him and took his hand, fiddling with one of the rings.
“It was great,” he said. “I met a lot of good people.” Enma tested his head on Tsuna's shoulder.
“None better than me, I hope,” Tsuna joked. “I saw the trailers. Your role looks like it's the highlight.”
Enma huffed. “You say that every time.”
“It's the truth.”
“I know you think that,” Enma said, trying to sound stern. Instead he said it with a smile and a warm tone. “I don't agree.”
“Too bad. I outrank you,” Tsuna said haughtily, then the facade dissolved when he looked at Enma again. “Sorry I can't stay longer,” he said apologetically, shifting to get up.
“Don't worry,” Enma said reassuringly. “I know you're a busy man, and we have to keep this a secret, right? For the sake of our sanity.”
“I'm sorry,” he said again anyway, smoothing down his tuxedo. “And I'm just worried about your career, is all. If people found out, you'd be a target.”
Enma was quiet for a moment. “I'd risk that for you.”
“I love you,” Tsuna said.
“Love you too,” Enma replied.
“I'm off,” Tsuna said.
“See you later,” Enma replied, a little too sweetly.
Tsuna didn't notice.
The announcement of Tsuna's marriage came as a shock. But it took the country into a fervour, and the world loved the idea that a Japanese boy, an ordinary boy with an ordinary background, and an ordinary career, could be loved by the prince of one of the most powerful countries in the world.
“Why did you tell everyone?” Tsuna asked Gokudera, a little petulantly.
“Juudaime, I'm sorry, it was a publicity thing.”
“Publicity?” Tsuna frowned. “Who did you have to win over?”
“There's some people claiming the monarchy's cold to the common classes,” Gokudera explained. “This was to settle them, even for just a little bit.”
“So to do that, you decide to throw open my secret relationship for the world to see?” Tsuna sighed. “I get my life isn't my own, but this sucks.”
“Juudaime...”
“Don't apologise,” Tsuna waved it down. “In a way, this is great. I get to be with Enma all the time.”
Gokudera smiled at the sheer delight that was beaming from Tsuna's face.
The wedding was perfect.
Tsuna was practically bursting. Enma smiled once at Tsuna, and everyone thought Tsuna was going to pass out.
When Enma stepped up to the altar, Tsuna whispered that Enma looked amazing. Enma flushed, then looked a little surprised when Tsuna continued with, I'm so nervous.
Enma took Tsuna's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Tsuna knew he'd be strongest with Enma by his side.
“What do you mean?” Tsuna asked, as he was getting ready to leave. They had a function to attend, Tsuna thought distractedly. Names to remember and faces to recognise.
“I'm sorry,” Enma said. “But I mean it.” The seriousness of his tone was enough to make Tsuna pause.
“You don't mean it,” Tsuna said, stepping forward. He was wearing his suit, and Enma was wearing a hoodie and jeans. Why, Tsuna wanted to ask, why wasn't he dressed to see the town?
“I can't handle this,” Enma said, trying to make Tsuna understand. “I can't – deal with the people staring and watching my every move, I can't handle the pressure of the monarchy. I just – can't.”
“Enma-” Tsuna had to pause to recollect his thoughts. “You don't have to do this any more, but please, divorcing me can't be the answer.”
“It can be,” Enma said flatly.
“Okay, it can be,” he conceded. “But that doesn't mean – it hasn't been that long.”
“Three years,” Enma said quietly. “Three years of this shit.”
Tsuna had to blink at the word. Enma swore? This isn't right. “Look, my love-”
“Three years of pretending to love a coward like you,” Enma continued. “Three years pretending to give two fucks about some prissy prince who needs help wiping his own arse, three years smiling and saying I love you every fuckin' morning.”
Why wasn't Enma yelling? Instead the words were like a hiss of gas, to suffocate Tsuna. One spark, Tsuna thought dazedly, and he would explode.
Please let him explode.
“Are you saying you were pretending to love me?” Tsuna asked.
“This whole time.”
“Why? Why would you even think of pretending?”
“Thanks to you, my fame's high enough that I can get any acting job I want,” Enma said, and Tsuna hated the look of scorn of Enma's face.
No. No no no no nonono-
“The world loves me, and they'll understand I couldn't deal with this,” he continued.
Please. Make him stop. Please, God, let this be a dream.
“That's why I see no point in staying with you,” Enma finished. Tsuna found out what it was like to stabbed, as he fell to his knees, gaping at the love of his life. Enma only met his gaze with the coldest eyes Tsuna's ever seen, and Enma left.
“I should get an award for that,” Enma commented.
Reborn smiled. “Associating with the fallen royals would be detrimental to Vongola. I'm glad you saw it my way.”
“I am too,” Enma agreed.
“And this way, Varia'll stop trying to go after Tsuna. Especially since your relationship was a direct breach of the contract.”
“So? The Varia turn out to be shit.”
“You sound disappointed.”
“Of course I am. Because of their incompetence, I had to pretend for three years.”
“Three years,” Reborn echoed. He shot a look at Enma. “The tears on your face beg to differ.”
Enma looked back at Reborn. “I mean it. I was acting. It was all an act. To test him. You set us up. That's it.”
“Of course,” Reborn lied, putting a hand on Enma's shoulder. “This was all my fault.”
“Juudaime,” Gokudera said in surprise, when he found Tsuna sitting at the window.
“Gokudera,” Tsuna said distractedly.
“Are you feeling all right?”
Tsuna turned slightly, to look at Gokudera from the corner of his eye. “I had a nightmare.” He hesitated. “I heard Reborn.”
Gokudera tensed. “Your former tutor?”
“He was saying it was all his scheme, to test my heart. I guess I failed.”
“Test? What kind of fucked up test would that be?”
Tsuna didn't reply.
Each day hurt, but Tsuna got used to it.
Each day was agony, but Enma got used to it.
Each day was a lie, and Reborn never got used to it, no matter how much he claimed it didn't hurt to think he drove his pupil into the bowels of depression.
He's still alive, and that's all that matters. Right?
It was just a passing infactuation, right?
(Are you happy yet?)
#khr#khrrarepairweek2018#khrrarepairweek#0027#hazel.writing#yeets this here really late#as in#nearly midnight so i'm technically on time (???)#eh
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Prompt 2: Fluff with Dino and his s/o after they land in Japan.
“[Name]...” His voice lulled you awake from your sleep. "We’re in Japan." His voice was soft and gentle, making you stir before you slowly opened your eyes. Dino smiled from the way you straightened up and the first thing you did was to look through window on your left side. Your eyes sparkled and lips turned up in a wide smile before you looked at him, smiling even wider if it were possible.
Dino held your hand and kissed it, smiling gently. "Let's go," He spoke in silent voice and stood up, with you following behind. The two of you walked off the private jet, Romario and his men already in two lines, looking straight ahead before they bowed as the two passed them. You quietly watched one before you looked at the other, lowering your head every now and then.
You were sitting in a black car, driving towards the hotel that was near train station before you looked around, people either glancing at you or minding their own business. You eyes fell back on Dino, who was now carrying your luggage and you scooted to his side, trying to hold the suitcase, but he shook with head. Your lips formed a pout, making him laugh and quickly pecked you on lips before he continued his way into the hotel.
"Boss looks much happier." Romario spoke from the side.
You looked at him, asking; "You really think so?" and bit your lower lip. "I feel like I’m disappointing him more each day." You held your hands in front of you, looking back at the hotel, when two of Dino's men walked inside after a ruckus was heard and seconds later a voice calling if he was alright.
"Signora," Romario called, making you look at him once again. "Since young age, Dino has been in love with you and he would deny it within seconds if he hears me speak of this." You laughed. "But his father knew his feelings for you only grew each day. They both knew you could be in grave danger if you associate with us more than you already did, but Dino swore that he’ll protect you with his life. And with those words he also gave us an order to protect you from any harm that could be done." He stopped and quietly observed you, letting you take everything in.
"I don't want that…” You spoke in quiet voice. "I don't want any of you to die for me. I’m nobody…”
"You aren't nobody," Romario replied. "You’re [Name] Cavallone, wife of Tenth Boss of Cavallone family and it’s our priority to keep both of you safe." He said and looked at Dino, who was walking out of the hotel, scratching his head, two of his men following behind, laughing. "Everything alright, Boss?" He asked, a small teasing smile creeping on his lips.
"Pitchy perfect!" Dino responded with a chirp and looked at you, who looked at him fondly. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Safe," You smiled in answer.
Dino smiled back and held your hand, kissing you on the cheek before you walked into hotel, Romario following behind. "I checked us in and if you don't mind we could visit Tsunayoshi later in the evening? Or should we go tomorrow?" He looked at you once more.
"The Tenth Vongola boss?" You asked surprised and rather unsure.
Dino widened his eyes before he nodded. "Do you remember?" He asked, a small hope rising in his chest.
"A little," You admitted. "I remember Nono and I believe he once mentioned a child, Tsunayoshi. I’m not sure exactly what, but his name is what got stuck in my head." You shortly explained and startled when Dino pulled you in tight embrace. "Di...no...?" You asked slowly.
"I’ll never leave your side again..." He spoke in silent voice, his embrace tightening. "I never want you to go through that ever again." His voice was even quieter, but you closed your eyes and smiled warmly, hugging him back.
"Can I ask you something?" Your voice was almost a whisper.
Pulling away, Dino nodded.
"Do they know?" You asked, biting your lower lip once more when you saw his confusion. "Your tutor and Tsunayoshi. Do they know I’m your wife?"
"They don't," Dino shook with head. "The only people from Vongola that know I have wife are Nono and Varia and no one else." He said.
"Then is it not better for me to stay here in a hotel?" You were afraid.
"No," He responded immediately and held your hands. "I want you to meet them. I want you to meet Tsunayoshi and my tutor that made me what I am today and I want you to experience more too." He smiled. "I promised your parents I will take care of you and I...I already broke that promise..." He averted his gaze, looking to the ground.
"Don't talk like that..." Your expression grew sadder. "No one knew it would happen and no one is at fault except those that planned everything." You smiled warmly. "But now I’m here, in Japan with you and I don't want for the past to make us grow apart..." You admitted.
"I’m sorry..." He apologized and kissed you before you continued your walk towards your hotel room.
Once inside, he guided you to bed and made yourself comfortable. Dino’s warm gaze watched you as you were some kind of Goddess and in his eyes you were. You were beautiful and strong and Dino felt you were out of his reach with every smile you gave him and every affection he received from you.
“What?” You looked at him, your gazes meeting.
Dino smiled and caressed your cheek with his thumb, fingers disappearing between your hair. “I’m so lucky to have you.” He whispered and leaned forward as he glanced at your lips that were parted.
Your breathing hitched, heart almost missing a beat, but didn’t move away. In fact, you leaned closer and in a second, his lips covered yours. It was gentle, his lips soft and warm. Raising your hands, you went with them through his blond hair, loving how soft and how sweet they smelt. His perfume of ocean filled your senses and you melted into his touch that was ever so gentle like he was afraid to break you.
Dino wrapped his free arm around your lower back and pulled you closer to his chest. You gasped at the sudden touch and he smirked, looking into your eyes. They were filled with love and lust, making your knees weaker. When his hand trailed down your side, sending shivers down your spine, he moved away, his cheeks dark.
You were confused. “Why did you stop?” Your voice was quiet, but slight disappointment was heard in it.
Dino looked to the ground and let out a sigh. “I’m sorry…” He whispered. “I shouldn’t have done that. Not when you’re still hurting.”
“But I’m not hurting.” You held his hands. He shut his eyes, afraid to see you, but you held his chin and turned it your way. “Dino…” You called in soft voice that made him look at you yet before you could continue, he wrapped his arms around you and hid his face in the crook of your neck. His hair tickled you and instead of laughing you hugged him back. You could feel him relaxing and you smiled.
“I love you,” Your silent voice startled him and he tried to pull away, but you tightened your embrace. He stilled his movements. “You may blame yourself, but I don’t. I know you did what you had to even if I can’t remember. That’s the world we’re living in. We take sacrifices and we hurt people we care for, but that’s because there’s love between.” Pulling away gently, you cupped his face in your hands, your touch ever so soft.
His brown eyes looked at you. There was pain mixed with sadness and it made your heart ache. You didn’t want him to hurt.
“I’m here,” The corners of your lips turned up in a small smile. “I’m here and I’m not leaving.”
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It Takes a Village Chapter 9/10
Read Chapter 1 here on tumblr | ff.net | ao3
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Iemitsu always ensured that Tsuna remembered where he came from. They may live in Italy right now, but Iemitsu and Nana both grew up in Japan. Their family history was there and Iemitsu had gone out of his way to make sure Tsuna learned Japanese along with his Italian and kept what little Japanese traditions Iemitsu remembered alive.
(Incidentally, Vongola and the CEDEF adopted many Japanese traditions as a result and the six Arcobaleno became experts on Japanese culture as they tried to sort fact from fiction, reality from Iemitsu's spotty memory.)
So this meant once Tsuna was old enough (at the tender and precious age of five), trips to Japan became more frequent.
The problem arose in the fact that Iemitsu never told anyone he was taking Tsuna to Japan.
"Papa, Japan?"
"Of course Tuna-fishie!"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE IDIOT TOOK BABY SKY TO JAPAN?!"
"But, but I wanted to play with my little bro today!"
"Iemitsu is a dead man walking."
"YOU IDIOT WHY ARE YOU IN JAPAN AND WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT INFORMING PEOPLE BEFORE YOU GO?!"
Iemitsu would laugh and said he could handle it, but Lal knew better. Without Tsuna around, everything back home was thrown into chaos. Dino would mope, Xanxus and Federico were bonding over plans how to kill Iemitsu. Reborn was sulking, angry and completely unapproachable.
Lal was still not paid enough to deal with all of this.
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Naturally, without an army of babysitters/Tsuna watchers, Iemitsu would lose Tsuna within minutes of arriving in Namimori.
"TSUNNNAAAAA! COME BACK!"
Back in Italy, Lal felt the urge to facepalm. She had no idea what was happening in Japan right now, but somehow Iemitsu had screwed up. If she could, she would call him and demand to know but she was too busy trying to stop Reborn from doing something completely drastic. Viper and Verde were absolutely no help, Skull was a mess and Colonnello was adding fuel to the fire.
(She was not responsible if the CEDEF headquarters burned down by the time Iemitsu got back. Seriously, Tsuna left and suddenly Lal was the only sane person left in the room.)
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In the nearby playground in Namimori, Tsuna met Hibari Kyoya for the first time.
In another universe, Tsuna would grow up alone with his mother in Japan. Terribly shy and without any friends at this age, he would have never reached out to someone as dangerous as Kyoya. However, in this universe, so beloved by everyone, surrounded by such warm chaos and Flames, this Tsuna was so infinitely more confident (and quite arguably more clueless.)
"Hi!"
Kyoya himself had a terrible feeling upon meeting this small fluffy animal. He looked harmless, but at six, Kyoya's instincts were top notched and he knew this small animal was dangerous.
Ultimately he was proven right when that same no-name famiglia (persistently filled with idiots who survived conflict like cockroaches) popped out of nowhere and making a grab for Tsuna.
Please remember this was Hibari Kyoya.
At six, a couple low level mocks were still no match for him. Tonfas immediately came out and Kyoya leapt at them, pouncing like a carnivore.
Please remember this Tsuna grew up in the heart of Vongola where beating up people was an admirable and impressive trait. He immediately clapped at Kyoya's fighting skills.
"Wow! That's cool," Tsuna said, eyes sparkling.
It was the start of a beautiful friendship. Well, friendship on Tsuna's part. Kyoya's line of thinking followed as: small animal attracted strong opponents plus small animal was equally dangerous equal a win for Kyoya.
Yes it was the start of an absolutely beautiful friendship.
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Maybe she should have let Reborn get on the plane and go after Iemitsu after all. She left a beaten up Iemitsu in the capable hands of Oregano and wandered back over to where the others were watching their ward. Tsuna had came back with another friend… from Japan.
(Where did they go wrong that Tsuna thought kidnapping was acceptable at this age?)
"Wait…" Verde said. "Does this kid look familiar?"
Colonnello drew in a sharp breath. "That's… a Hibari."
"What?" Skull asked.
"The Hibari clan is infamous. They're so strong and untamable that getting one to work for you was seen as a sign of power," Viper said.
"He came back with a Hibari," Lal despaired. She felt a headache growing.
"We're calling Fon," Reborn said.
Tsuna? Tsuna just dragged Kyoya off to meet Hayato.
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okay, so usually I really don't like angst but that angst request for giotto was so well written. And it got me an idea for a request. So here's my request: Giotto having a nightmare in which something bad happens to his s/o(you don't have to specify what if you don't want to, it's just sth angsty, you could also refer to a previous scenario, but again you're the boss). When he wakes up she calms him down and comforts him. You can let it turn nsfw but just comfort would be fine with me too.
Haown thank you ~ I’m sorry, I described the dream, I hope it’s not too angsty for you *.*
A nefarious scream reached Giotto, terryfing sound that made his heart skipped a beat and his hair rose on his nape. Then, a deadly silence fell like an heavy weight on his shoulders, he pricked up his ears, paralyzed by what would happen next. He didn’t find the strength to move forward, his palms sweaty, his mouth dry, his chest painful, he looked at his feet, stucked on the wooden floor of what seemed to be his house even if he has never seen this place before. The voice rose again, echoing against the walls of the tiny corridor he was standing in, and his soul froze out when he realized it was his beloved’s voice.He tried to call, or maybe he just wanted to, but no sound came out due to the growing lump in his throat until he wasn’t able to breath correctly anymore. He gather all of his remaining reason and with a colossal effort that cost him all he had, he approached the half open door from which emerged a strange glow.He pushed it open completely without thinking twice, revealing a frightening scene, plunged in a thick mist with a clear enlightened Masterpiece in the middle of the room. A wave of disgusting nauseas hit his entiere being when his stunned hues met her cold ones, still opened, painting the worst expression of terror he could ever imagine.Her limp body was contorted in a an angle he doubt it could be possible, drowning in a puddle of carmin fluid flowing from various deep wounds. A man, had his back to him, he was towering over the corpse, agitated by a low chuckle, he turned his head in a slow circle motions, making his neck creak, adding to the dreadful athmosphere.He got up, leaving a long black piece of fabric fall and bath in the stain of blood, the sleeves of his white shirt were lift and he turned around. When Giotto saw his face, his legs became weak and his brain stopped working, a loud buzzing sound assaulted his mind, preventing him to understand what happened and accept the fact that the man in front of him was none other than himself.The messy man smiled to the first Boss of the Vongola family at the edge of fainting and he threw a smile at him with a last glance to the body next to his feet.
Giotto woke up, sitting on his bed, rough breathing escaping from the back of his lungs as if he had ran for miles, trying to catch his breath, he brought his trembling hands to his sweaty forehead, sorting what just happen, what was real, what wasn’t. He was afraid, for an instant, he had done something bad during his sleep, he was afraid, for an instant, that kind of negative feelings could invade him one day or another.He felt a hand on his nape freezing and burning his skin at the same time, and let out a strangle sigh, odd feelings of guilt running on his tongue leaving a displeasant taste. A hoarse voice came out from his left.«What is it? Did you have a bad dream? You’re okay?»It was like facing a rock, a cold, hard, wall, he didn’t gave her an answer or any sign that showed he heard her, he stiffen under her palm and that was all, she let him go with a frown.When she came back, a glass of water in hand, Giotto finally rose his head, he engulfed the liquid in one stoke and adressed her a faint smile while passing his hands in his blond strands.Hers was back on his neck, drawing little patterns on his warm skin with the tip of her fingers, by the look in his eyes, she knew it wouldn’t be appropriate to question more.She gave him an encouraging, rassuring smile that warm his heart a bit and a sweet laugh escape her mouth when he circled her in his arms, nuzzling her neck. Giotto had the need to know her here, right next to him, he had the need to have her alive and the warmth of her body, the perfume of her hair and the finess of her touch were all he needed right now, in a soft lost whisper, he blew next to her ear.«I never want to hurt you. I don’t want to lose you.»She freed herself from his grasp, backing her face enough to drown in his eyes, their nose barely touching, a smile crawling on her lips«I know that already but..Losing me? What a silly thought, there’s no chance you could live without me..»With a hearthly chuckle, he hugged her one more time before leaving a sweet kiss on the tip of her nose, he flopped onto his back, dragging her with him.
After awhile,Giotto closed his eyes, his hands still running in her hair mechanically to reassure him she was there, and she wasn’t going anywhere, the dream came back into his mind in a less harsh way and he tried to understand its meaning.She was the one, he promised to love and protect until his death, that was real, for now, the fact she could end dead because of him was real too. As he dozed off, he tried to convince himself everything was fine, to put away the awful sensation as she cuddled next to him, and he promised himself to keep any dangers away no matter how unsafe things could be in his position.
#Giotto#sleepover#a little bit angsty#khr#first generation#vongola#boss#cuddle#s/o#imagine#reborn!#katekyo hitman reborn#hitman reborn
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Hear me (03/??)
[ Katekyo Hitman Reborn ]
Summary:
" Stop. “ he said.
” Help! “ he screamed.
” Please… hear me. “ he begged.
Then silence.
Mute!27
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Warning: Bullying, violence, depression.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman REBORN
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Chapter 3: Home tutor
Tsuna backed off as the broom was pushed on him. He furrowed his brow in fear, and looked at his classmates.
" It's your fault we lost, you know! ", the other boy yelled annoyed. " So, you can do the cleaning, right? "
Tsuna just lowered his head and held tight on the broom as he heard one of them sneer. He numbly looked at his feet while hearing the others mock him and soon he was alone in the gym.
Twisting his feet, he turned to see the window and peeped throught it.
There, outside, was Sasagawa Kyoko and Kurokawa Hana talking to each other.
Tsuna's heart skipped a beat; Kyoko was smiling. Her lips curved up in a pure and innocent smile; her eyes lit in happiness. The sun illuminate her in a way that made she even more beautiful — in Tsuna's mind, of course. But he doubt that there were someone who thought different. She was, after all, the idol of Namimori.
And his crush.
Maybe it was romantic feelings, maybe it wasn't; but it didn't matter. All he could do was watch her from afar; watch her smile and giggle.
It was enough for Tsuna, anyway. He could live just watching and seeing a world so different from his. A place so warm and calm, safe from the pain.
Kyoko was his heaven. Just a glimps of her made his bad thought go away and even if was for a sencond, he was grounded again and not drowing on his own silence. She was his safe spot.
" Sorry to keep you waiting, Kyoko. " Mochida-senpai's voice woke Tsuna up from his thoughts.
The older boy smirked upon seeing Kyoko acknowledge his presence and her friend go away. He made his way to her with confidence, something Tsuna doubted he would ever be able to do.
Stepping back from the window, he left the broom and decided to go home. He wasn't found of Mochida-senpai — one of his bullies — and didn't want to see him with the school's idol. For some reason it bothered him, but it wasn't like he could say anything, so it was better to just go away, far from what hurt him.
Nana looked up to the stairs and back to the telephone, frowing. Tsuna had come home earlier again and she was concerned for his well being and education.
The young mother stared at the flyer that was on her mail box and bit her lower lip. Maybe calling the tutor was the right decision, but what if he just worsen her baby boy's situation? She should've asked him first. But if Tsuna get more lethargic than he already is, she won't know what to do.
Maybe it would be okay, even if the flyer was suspicios. Maybe a change on her son's routine could be a good choice and if she was luck, the tutor could be a wonderful man who could give Tsuna a new light.
She was already out of option, this was all she could do.
Determined, Nana went to her son's bedroom and knocked the door before opening it.
" Tsu-kun, I got a call from yout school! ", she said, not angry, but worried. " You skipped class again? "
Tsuna, lying on the floor reading a manga, looked up to her. He slowly nooded and mouthed:
" Sorry... "
Nana sighed.
" I just want you to be happy, Tsu-kun. I want you to feel safe and confident. ", she said kneeling down and passing her hand trough his brown locks. " ... I called a home tutor, okay? "
The boy tensed. His mother hired a tutor, a person that should teach him, but in the end would just give up on him. One more person that he would disappoint. One more person that would make him feel useless.
He didn't want it; he didn't want anything. But his mother seemed so worried and scared; she cared too much about him and he was tired, however he didn't want to make his mother feel bad nor bother her.
" Okay. " he wrote on his phone and even managed to smile lightly.
As if waiting for Tsuna's approval, the doorbell rang and Nana went down stairs with her son tailing behinde her.
" Ciaossu! "
The Sawada duo looked down. A small baby wearing a suit and a fedora smiled smugly.
" I arrived 3 hours early, but as a service, I'll evaluate you now. ", he said entering in the house.
Nana shared a look with Tsuna and then kneeled down, a sweet smile appearing.
" Who are you little one? ", she asked patiently, not really caring that he just invadade her house. " Are you lost? "
" Hm? I'm Reborn, the home tutor. "
The baby stared at them and waited for their surprise to fade. The woman had gapped and covered her mouth with both of her hands; the boy just looked at him with eyes wide open before chuckling.
Reborn's finger twitched. Honestly, that was why he didn't like to meddle with civilians. He hated his cursed form and to be looked down by the others when he was, obliusly, the best, was something that fueld his annoyance. But of course he wouldn't let his self be carried by the looks of the mother and son duo, so it didn't pass unnoticed by him how his new student tensed after seeing his finger twitch.
" So you're Tsuna, right? " Reborn didn't wait for an answer and continued. " Let's go to your room and start. "
The boy nooded while the mother looked to him worried. Noticing it, Tsuna turned to her and nooded again but not breaking the eye contact with her. Reborn conclued that it was his way to reassure her when the woman's shoulders fell and her lips tugged upside a little.
While Tsuna sat on his bedroom's floor, Reborn put his briefcase down and opend it.
" Let's start. " he said looking at the parts of his gun and then putting them together. " My real job is to make you a Mafia Boss. "
Reborn looked closely as Tsuna reacted. The teeneger jumped on his seat, his eyes widening and his mouth hanging open; tense shoulder and one of his hand holding tight the cellphone while the other was closed in a fist. His posture changed, he was ready to flee.
Being honest, Reborn never thought that his reaction were going to be so strong. He expected Tsuna to laugh him off ( or something close, as he is mute ), not to be taken serious.
" I was assigned by Nono — The ninth Vongola Boss — to make you an exellent Mafia Boss. "
Between the fear and incredulity in his eyes, confusion also shined there. The boy started — or tried — to use his eletronic to communicate, but Reborn cut him, already answering the unsaid question.
" You are the direct descendent of Vongola Primo, the founder of the Vongola Famiglia, and so a legitimate candidate to the boss position. " he then showed Vongola's family tree with the name 'Giotto' on the top and at the bottom his name.
" But there isn't any other candidate? Someone from the mafia? ", Tsuna asked a little more calm.
" The sons of the current head of the famiglia died. Enrico, the most qualified, was shot; Massimo was drowned; and Federico, the favorite child, was found reduced to bones. ", Reborn said while showing photos of the deaths and Tsuna's face twisted more and more after seeing each them.
Putting back his gun to his briefcase, the baby smiled.
" I'm hungry now. We'll continue tomorrow. "
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✰ Family Time (Kyoya Hibari)
Genre: Fluff, Family, Slice of Life
Word Count: 3,277
Pairing: Hibari’s Mother Reader, Kyoya
World: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Author’s Note: Hibari is probably out of character here, but I wanted him to be soft toward his mother c:
☂ R a i n d r o p from [@aspergerhero] ➧➧ “I heard you also make KHR Fanfics. Between us, my favorite Vongola member is : Hibari Kyoya. So, I would like an one-shot where Female Reader is Kyoya’s mother. As his mother she’s caring and doting towards her son : Kyoya. Anyways, my request would be a family heartwarming one-shot with Kyoya, The reader (Kyoya’s mother) and Fon (In this request : he’s Kyoya’s uncle)”
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You nudged the front door open with your shoulder, your hands clutching tightly onto bags full of groceries, the plastic handles digging into your skin from the weight of their contents. Once inside, you tapped the door with your foot before kicking off your sneakers and scurrying into the kitchen. It took a bit of effort to lift all of them up and onto the counter, but it was a nice relief to no longer have them digging into your skin.
With a happy hum, you began to put away the groceries, balling up the bags before dropping them into the recycle bin. You glanced down at your work uniform, wondering if you should change before starting dinner but, after glancing at the clock, you realized that your son should be home soon and you wanted to have dinner prepared and waiting for him.
With a smile, you pulled the meat out of the fridge, unpacking it before setting it onto the cutting board. Kyoya was a simple child with simple tastes and, while you enjoyed many different types of seasonings, you knew your son preferred just good old salt and pepper, and his happiness heavily outweighed your own. Hamburger steak was a fairly easy dish to cook, one you had prepared many times in the past because it was one of his favorite dishes. Lately, you had been working more and spending longer hours gone, which meant that you weren’t around as often to look after him.
While he never said anything about this, you knew that he was bothered by not seeing you as much, so you decided to try and make it up by preparing one of his favorites. You were feeling tired, but quite happy as you prepared the dish, humming a soft tune to yourself as you did so. The hamburger steak had just finished, being placed on the plate beside a bed of rice, when the door clicked open, slamming shut a few moments later.
You stuck your head out into the hallway, smiling brightly at your son as he untied his shoes. “Welcome home, Kyo!”
His steel eyes snapped up to you, slightly wide since he hadn’t been expecting you home yet. He took in the fact that you were still in your uniform, along with the flour that was sticking to the cloth, and he knew you had come straight home just to prepare his dinner. Though he’d never admit it, not even to himself, it made his heart flutter within his chest. “You’re home early.”
You nodded. “Yup! I took the weekend off, as well. I was thinking we could go to the carnival? Or perhaps we could go catch a movie! What do you think, dear?”
Kyoya’s expression softened as he stepped farther into the house, brushing past you into the kitchen. “Whatever you want, okaa-san.”
“We can figure it out tomorrow,” you decided, setting the two plates onto the table before pouring some warm tea into two cups, settling down across from him. “How was school?”
“It was fine,” he responded blankly, no emotion on his face as he picked up his chopsticks, separating them before digging into the food that you had so lovingly prepared for him. “You need to stop working so hard only to come home and do housework. I told you that I would take care of it.”
You giggled, “Don’t worry, I can handle it. I’m your mother, after all!”
His eyes narrowed at the plate of food, but he kept his thoughts to himself. A comfortable silence settled over the two of you as you just sat, enjoying each other’s company over the delicious food that you had made just for him.
To be completely honest, you had started to feel as if Kyoya was beginning to pull away from you, which you understood. He was getting older, starting to find himself and his place in the world. You were sure that the last thing he wanted was to be hounded by his mother, but you wanted to do your best to keep the relationship between the two of you as strong as possible.
After you both finished, he stood up and reached for your plate, making you gasp upon seeing a nasty, deep purple bruise peeking out from beneath the sleeve of his shirt. “Kyoya, what happened? Are you okay?”
He mentally cursed himself for not being more careful in hiding his injuries from you. “I’m fine. I just hit my wrist onto the door.”
You frowned at his back as he approached the sink, turning on the water to clean the dishes. It was obvious to you that the ravenette was hiding something from you and you worried that it was something bad. Was he getting into fights? Had he gotten mixed up with bad kids at school? ‘Oh god, what if they are tempting him with drugs?’ You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched him, wondering if you should ask him about your concerns, but then you shook your head. ‘No, Kyoya is a good boy. I need to have faith in him.’
“The carnival.”
“Eh?” Your eyes widened a bit as you snapped out of your thoughts, tilting your head at your son, who glanced at you over his shoulder.
“We can go to the carnival.”
“Oh! That sounds lovely, Kyo.”
His gaze softened at the happy expression now upon your face. If he were to be honest, the carnival was the last place he wanted to be. There were far too many herbivores there, as if their sole purpose for being there was simply to annoy him, but he knew how much you enjoyed the carnival and how you loved taking him there, so he figured it wouldn’t hurt – as long as it doesn’t become a regular thing.
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When Kyoya stepped down the stairs the next morning, he was surprised to see you sitting at the table across from his uncle, Fon, both of you drinking coffee and catching up with one another’s lives.
You smiled at your son, hopping up to pull him into a hug. “Good morning, sweetheart! I hope you don’t mind, but I invited Fon to come along since it’s been a while since we’ve seen him.”
The two males looked at each other for a moment, brown eyes warm, steel eyes cold. And then Fon closed his eyes, smiling warmly at his nephew. “I look forward to today’s adventure. I believe we could all use a break, hm?”
Kyoya’s eyes narrowed at the knowing glint within his uncle’s eye. The older male knew about his involvement with the Vongola family, being the Arcobaleno that held the red pacifier, and he worried that Fon would tell his mother about this. That is one thing he refused to let happen. Kyoya would protect you no matter the cost, shielding you from the darkness lingering so close to home.
Fon had considered telling you, of course, believing that you deserved to know the danger that your son was plunging himself into, but he also understood that it wasn’t his secret to tell. The time would come when you finally found out the truth, but that time would not be created by him. “Should we stop for breakfast first?”
“Definitely,” you answered, picking up the two empty coffee mugs to place them into the sink. “We can’t have fun on an empty stomach, after all! Are you ready, sweetheart?”
Kyoya, who had already showered and changed before coming downstairs, simply nodded his head at you before heading for the door to slip on his shoes. You and Fon followed suite before the three of you headed outside, you walking between the two males. The sky was a soft, baby blue with only a couple of clouds lingering about and it was nearing the end of summer, so the temperature wasn’t too unbearable, a soft breeze ruffling through the trees.
The cafe was chosen by Kyoya, where the three of you occupied a round table at the back of the small shop, enjoying a light breakfast as you watched Fon attempt to converse with his nephew, only to receive short answers, if any at all. You couldn’t help but giggle as your son sent an annoyed glare to his uncle, tired of the third degree.
After attempting the pay the bill, only for Fon to insist that he be the one to do so, the three of you left the cafe, heading in the direction of the carnival. It was still early in the morning, so not many people had arrived, but it was also the beginning of the weekend and you knew it wouldn’t be long before the crowds started to pour in.
You glanced at Kyoya, giving him a soft smile. “What would you like to do first, sweetheart?”
“You can choose, okaa-san.”
“Hmm,” you tapped your chin in thought, eyes scanning the various rides and attractions that surrounded you. “Let’s try the ring toss first!” You took the boy by the hand and tugged him over to the game in question, pulling out your wallet. “Three rounds, please!”
The young man attending to the game smiled as he exchanged the money for five plastic rings, stepping back so he wasn’t in the way. You angled your body, taking a breath before tossing one of the rings toward the row of empty glass bottles, but it slid down between two of them. With a huff, you threw the second, then the third, and the fourth. None of them landed.
A bead of sweat rolled down your cheek as you poised yourself to take the final shot. ‘Stay calm, Y/N. You’ve got this!’ With a determined nod, you leaned forward as you extended your arm, the ring slipping from your fingers. It flew through the air in slow motion, tumbling and turning. From its current position, it looked as if it was going to land, but the plastic ring bounced off the top of the bottle, falling beside it.
You hung your head, a defeated aura overtaking your body because you had really wanted to win a prize for Kyoya. Fon chuckled, resting his hand on your shoulder. “You’ll get them next time, Y/N.”
With a nod, you straightened your back, putting on a smile as you turned to your son, who had accepted the five plastic rings, ready to take his turn. “You can do it, Kyo!”
His steel eyes slid to you for a moment before returning to the glass bottles. With very little effort, he was able to land every single ring, earning the prize of medium-sized panda bear that he refused to take, leaving Fon to accept it in his place.
Your eyes were shimmering with pride, hands clasped together beneath your chin. “You’re so cool, Kyo!”
His eyes widened slightly and he cursed when he felt warmth flooding to his cheeks, quickly turning around and walking to the next booth so you wouldn’t see the look on his face. He would rather die than admit that your praise made him feel happy.
“Hm?” You tilted your head to the side, looking between him and Fon. “Was it something I said?”
Fon just chuckled. “Perhaps he’s just eager.”
“Oh, he must be having fun, then. I’m so glad.” You chirped cheerfully before following after your son, who had already begun his turn on the rifle game.
For the rest of the day, this is how it went. You would try so hard to win a prize for your son, only to fail miserably, and when it was his turn, he would win without any effort only to refuse the prize and ignore your praise. It wasn’t long before Fon’s arms were full of various fluffed creatures, necklaces and hair pins adorning his body so he wouldn’t have to carry them.
The day wore on, growing more crowded with each passing hour and, by one o’clock, you could see how annoyed your son was beginning to be. You knew he was ready to return home or, at the very least, leave the carnival, but you were determined to win something. You glanced at Kyoya and Fon as they sat on the bench, giving their legs a rest.
Your eyes scanned the surrounding area, biting your bottom lip in thought. Finally, you made a decision, offering the two males a smile. “I’m gong to bathroom. When I get back, we can leave, okay?”
Kyoya nodded, his steel eyes not opening as he folded his arms over his chest, leg crossed over the other. Fon sent you a smile before returning to the cup of apple juice he had gotten.
You headed toward the direction of the bathroom, using the large crowd as cover to dart away, going in the opposite direction. Even with the crowds, you didn’t want to risk choosing a game that was within their line of sight, so you headed back to the front of the carnival where the ring toss was sitting. You waited patiently for the group of kids to take their turns, waiting for them to leave before slapping the money onto the counter with a determined look.
The man sweatdropped at the intensity within your eyes and, at that moment, he thought that he didn’t get paid enough for this job.
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Kyoya was beginning to get worried, his steel eyes scanning the crowd as his foot tapped impatiently upon the ground. You should have returned by now, so where in the hell were you? Fon had also disappeared, claiming that he was going to grab a snack and be back soon, but he had been gone almost as long as you had.
His thoughts suddenly went dark as he thought about the possibility that someone may have taken you because of his mafia affiliations. With that, he rushed off the bench, intent to find you, but when he whirled around, he came face to face with you.
You smiled sheepishly, “Sorry for keeping you waiting, sweetheart.”
His eyes narrowed, scanning your body for injury before focusing on the hands you kept behind your back. You were obviously nervous, but why? “What took you so long, okaa-san? And what are you trying to hide?”
“Ah, well…” Your smile slowly dropped and he could see sadness within your eyes. “I really wanted to win a prize for you before we left, but… I guess I’m not very good at these kinds of things. When I ran out of money, well…” you slowly pulled your hands from behind your back, holding out a small key chain.
Attached the ring at the top was a thick strip of cloth, navy blue with yellow accents, and hanging from the hole at the bottom of the cloth was a small, yellow bird.
“The attendant of the booth finally took pity on me and just gave me this,” you rubbed the back of your neck, keeping your eyes on the small bird charm. “I wasn’t going to give it to you, but… it kind of looks like Hibird, so I thought… I’m really sorry, Kyoya.”
His eyes widened in surprise, his heart picking up speed within his chest as he slowly reached out for the key chain, his fingers curling around the material. “You spent your entire paycheck… didn’t you?”
“Not exactly,” you mumbled. “I spent some of it on the groceries yesterday…”
A sigh passed his lips as he tugged the object from your hand. It was such a small gift, something that you hadn’t even technically chosen for him, it had been forced upon you, but it was also something you had worked very hard to acquire just for him. You really were such a good mother.
The corners of his lips slid up a fraction, a soft smile on his lips as he reached out for your hand. “Thank you, okaa-san.”
Your mood instantly lifted and you threw your arms around his neck. “You’re so welcome, sweetheart!”
“Woah, is that Hibari?!”
The two of you separated and you looked over at the source of the loud voice, finding three kids around Kyoya’s age – a boy with short, spiked white hair, a sweet looking girl with light brown hair, and another boy with darker brown hair.
The brown haired boy sweatdropped at the attention, quickly bowing. “S-Sorry, we didn’t mean to interrupt!”
“Hibari actually hugged someone!” The taller male was practically screaming, a grin on his lips.
Seeing the angry look within Kyoya’s eyes, the smaller of the two swallowed, turning to the white-haired male with an expression akin to fear. “R-Ryohei, knock it off. Let’s just go.”
But Ryohei wasn’t listening, already closing the distance between you as he held his hand out to you. “Hi! I’m Ryohei Sasagawa! Are you Hibari’s mother?!”
You were surprised by how loud this boy was, but you offered him a smile, taking his hand. “I am! Are you one of Kyoya’s friends?”
Kyoya and Ryohei answered at the same time. “No.” “Yep!”
“That’s so nice! Thank you for looking after my Kyo!” You bowed at the younger male, feeling happiness blooming within your chest. You knew your son was more of a loner, preferring to stick to himself opposed to dealing with others, so you were very happy to know that he did have friends.
Tsuna could just feel Kyoya’s aura darkening as he grew more and more annoyed. His mother was special to him and he had sworn to himself to protect you from everything and everyone. He’d be damned before he let you get friendly with members of the Vongola family.
Before another word could be exchanged, he latched onto your wrist and pulled you away from the group, who was surprised that the male in question hadn’t threatened them, but Tsuna was sure that, as soon as his mother wasn’t around, they would most certainly be bitten to death.
“I’m so glad you’ve made friends, Kyo.” You chirped happily, allowing the younger Hibari to drag you toward the exit of the carnival. “It’s always worried me how you’re usually alone… you really have grown up so much. I’m so proud of you.”
His cheeks turned pink at the praise and he was thankful that you couldn’t see his face as you walked behind him. He most certainly did not consider them his friends, but… for the sake of your happiness, he would, at the very least, pretend that they were.
“You should invite them over for dinner sometime!”
“Absolutely not.”
“Aww, but why not?” You pouted at him. “I want to get to know them.”
“…”
“Is it because I embarrass you?” The realization suddenly struck and you forced your hand from his grip so you could hold your cheeks. “Oh my god, I called you Kyo in front of your friends. That must have been so embarrassing for you, I’m sorry! I promise I won’t do it again.”
He scowled at the thought. “I… don’t mind.”
“Are you sure?” You tilted your head as you stepped up beside him, his steel eyes meeting yours. As always, they softened upon landing on you.
“I’m positive, okaa-san. You’re not embarrassing, those herbivores just have no manners. They don’t deserve to meet you.” And then he continued out of the exit, where he found Fon waiting.
You smiled at your son’s back, holding your hand over your heart. Honestly, you felt like the luckiest mother alive to have such a wonderful son in your life. They both turned their attention to you and you jogged toward them, slipping your arms through theirs. “Let’s go home!”
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⁂ Flaws (Jirou Akutagawa) [2 of 4]
◂ Part 1 of 4
Genre: Angst, Mafia AU, Dark, Crossover ☁
Word Count: 2,536 ☁
Pairing: High School Reader x Jirou ☁
World: Prince of Tennis & Katekyo Hitman Reborn! ☁
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Can you forgive my flaws?
You stared at the wall blankly, blinking only when your eyes began to sting. You felt nothing, almost like your emotions had been ripped from your body. Or perhaps when your heart was crushed, it lost the ability to feel.
A cup of tea was set down in front of you but your eyes didn’t move from their spot on the wall. Tsuna sat at the end of the table to your left with a worried look on his face.
After the incident had gone down, Fuuta ran back to Tsuna’s house to get Reborn. Of course, the Arcobaleno was nowhere to be found, but by that time Tsuna had returned home. After a rushed explanation, the mafia leader ran out of the house to retrieve you.
When he arrived at the park, you were still cradling the girl. She had stopped sobbing by that point but still remained in your warm embrace. Sirens sounded in the distance – most likely called by a concerned citizen who had heard the screams of pain from the man.
Although Tsuna felt bad about leaving the girl alone, he knew the cops were close; he knew that she would be fine. His main concern was keeping his family out of prison for homicide. The problem, however, was that you weren’t responding to anything he said. Being older meant that you weighed more than he did, and he struggled to pull you up from the ground.
Your steps were robotic, lifeless, as he practically dragged you back to his house. Fuuta, who stood waiting by the door, began to cry when he realized how lifeless your eyes had become. He called your name again and again, but you didn’t once acknowledge him. It broke his heart.
Tsuna ordered him upstairs and, despite his worry, the small boy obeyed, looking back to see his boss dragging you into the kitchen.
And there you sat, not a muscle moved since he plopped you down in the chair.
“Y/N-san…” Tsuna called softly, resting his hand on top of your own. His hands were warm, a stark contrast to yours that felt like ice. “Y/N-san please say something,”
Your lips parted and it took you a moment to speak. When you finally did, your voice was rough, like you hadn’t used it in months. “There’s nothing to say,”
He bit his lip, choosing his words carefully. “Why don’t you start from the beginning… Tell me what you saw when you got to the park.”
Your eyes lifted up the wall as the memory of the past two hours flashed through your mind. Like a defense mechanism, your brain automatically cut the memory after the second shot of your gun. “A girl… she was screaming. I ran to her on instinct.”
“What did you find when you reached her?” He asked with a soft tone, much like a mother would use to speak to a child that had a nightmare. In a sense, you did have a nightmare.
“Atsuki Tanaka. Thirty five-years-old. Suspected of rape, molestation, torture, and murder. All victims under the age of eighteen. All female,”
“That’s the man Reborn sent you after?” He meant it as a question, though it came out as more of a statement.
“I should have asked you, I know that.” Your hands gripped your jeans as your eyes slid tightly closed. “I was worried another victim would fall before I could talk with you.”
He wanted to ask if Reborn had pressured you into doing it. He was, after all, known for finding great joy in convincing people to do things they didn’t want to do. Reborn had a way with words like no other, and it always landed the victim in trouble. This time, though, Tsuna thought he went too far.
“When I saw him…” Your breath was shaky, words barely above a whisper. “Something within me snapped. She looked so scared, Tsuna. Absolutely terrified, just like – ” Jirou flashed in your mind, wearing the same expression the girl had been. You shook your head, gripping it tightly as if that would erase that horrible image, but it did no good; it was seared into your brain.
“It’s okay,” Tsuna stood, wrapping his arms around you. “It’s okay, Y/N-san. You saved her. She’s alive, she’s safe, because of you.” He wanted to ask about Jirou – it sat on the tip of his tongue, but something held him back. Something in the pit of his stomach told him to wait, and Tsuna has always been a person to listen to his gut instincts. He decided to hold off asking you about that particular subject. “Why don’t you go up to my room and rest?”
Without a word, you removed yourself from the warmth of his arms and headed up the stairs and into his bedroom, closing the door behind you. You crawled into his bed. Although the sheets were ice cold due to the AC being blasted through the home, they still smelled like your precious boss and that was a huge comfort to you. Even so, it wasn’t enough to stop the tears that leaked from your eyes, staining the pillow beneath your head.
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Tsuna sat at the table, his face covered with his hands. He had no clue how to help you out. The only problem he’s ever had with affairs of the heart was his crush on Kyoko, but he knew that was nothing compared to your current problem. You love Jirou with all your heart, and because of your loyalty to the Vongola – to his family -, you probably lost him.
Although he didn’t give the order himself, he knew that he would have agreed to accept the job. Would he have decided to do it differently? He didn’t know.
The front door opened and closed. Reborn came strutting into the kitchen with his usual smirk resting upon his lips. “Did Y/N complete the mission?”
Tsuna wanted to be angry at him, but he couldn’t put the blame on Reborn. “She did, and lost Jirou-san in the process.”
“Oh? Did he die?” He asked it so casually as he took the seat you had previously been sitting in.
Tsuna rubbed his arms to try and rid himself of the chill that Reborn’s words had given him. “No… nothing like that. He saw her taking care of Tanaka.”
“What a shame,” His voice conveyed sarcasm and his expression was blank, devoid of his usual smirk.
The young mafia leader didn’t know what to think, but an itching in the back of his mind prompted him to ask, “Did you know?”
“Know what?”
“That Jirou-san would be there.”
“How would I possibly know something like that?” He feigned innocence, but Tsuna had been dealing with Reborn long enough to know that something wasn’t right. “If anything, it was her own fault. I told her to meet Tanaka at five, and yet she just so happens to forget and take her beloved there at the exact time the meeting was supposed to take place? It sounds to me like she wanted him to see her.”
“Is that what you think?”
Both men turned to look at you, standing in the doorway of the kitchen with your eyes narrowed in anger and in pain.
“You think I wanted this, Reborn? Really?!”
He stared at you blankly. “It seems too coincidental to me,”
You stepped forward with the intent of hitting the man, but Tsuna quickly jumped up and stopped you from advancing. “You’ve always been an asshole, Reborn, but I never thought… I can’t believe you…”
“Y/N-san, wait!” Tsuna tried to grab your arm but he wasn’t fast enough. The front door slammed and you were gone. “Reborn!”
“She’s acting like a child,”
“Her heart was broken!”
“She should be grateful. Now that he’s out of the way, she can focus on the Vongola which she pledged to remain loyal to,”
Tsuna shook his head and left the room. He wanted to say something, but the words just escaped him. Reborn could be too much sometimes.
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A Few Days Later
A sigh escaped your lips as you walked down the street, hands stuffed into the pockets of your hoodie. The weather had gotten quite cold the last couple of days but you didn’t mind. The cold made your body feel numb and feeling numb meant you didn’t feel pain or regret. It’s been a tough few days for you and you’ve been going out of your way to avoid Reborn. Actually, you’ve been avoiding everyone.
“Excuse me?”
You snapped out of your thoughts, staring blankly at the young girl standing before you.
“Do you remember me?” The girl asked softly, clutching the strap of her school bag. She was clearly nervous.
“The girl from the park,” Your voice was dull and lifeless.
“My name is Emi Koga,” She smiled, stepping closer. “I never got to thank you for saving me.”
“It was nothing.”
“That’s not true!” Emi shook her head, her twin-tails flopping back and forth with the movement. She grabbed your arm since she couldn’t reach your hand. “If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve been… he probably would have killed me.”
You stared at the girl for a moment. “You’re not scared of me,”
“You saved my life. Why would I be scared of you?” Emi cocked her head to the side in confusion before a thought overcame her. She leaned in closer, lowering her voice. “Oh, that’s right! I’ve got your gun.” After looking around to make sure no one was around, she pulled open her bag and held it out to you.
Your fingers brushed over the cold metal of the piece and your brow furrowed. “How’d you manage this?”
“It was actually pretty easy. I told the police that the man had been stalking me for a while and I felt unsafe, so I took my father’s gun. It was ruled self-defense so it wasn’t held as evidence. The officer didn’t want to return it, but I made up a story about how my dad would kill me if he found out. It worked like a charm!” She winked in a cute manner. “It’s the least I could do. It looks expensive.”
“It was a gift,” Your hand wrapped around the grip as you lifted it from the bag. The magazine was empty and the safety had been switched on.
“They kinda took the rest of your bullets. It was the only way they’d agree to let me take it back.”
“Thanks, kid.” You slipped the gun into the back of your jeans, pulling your t-shirt and hoodie over it. It felt like home, as weird as that sounds, to have your gun back. Any other time, you would have flipped out about losing it. Or rather, you wouldn’t have left it behind for anything. As of late, though, things have been put into perspective and your gun, as much as it meant to you, wasn’t nearly as important to you as the love you lost.
“You never told me your name,”
“Y/N,”
“I’ll remember it. Definitely!” She smiled brightly. “I have to get home now. See ya around!”
You watched the young girl run off. The whole conversation had left you feeling emotionally confused. That girl should be terrified of you, so why wasn’t she? Just because you saved her life? It didn’t make any sense at all.
You continued down the street, lost in thought. Several groups of students passed by you on their way home from school, but you paid them no mind. Their voices blended together in your mind, sounding foreign. The farther you walked, the more the uniforms started to change and you were soon walking through groups of Hyotei Gakuen students.
“Hey, you!”
You paused at the familiar voice, finally looking away from the ground. A boy from Jirou’s tennis team, Hyoshi, was standing a few feet in front of you, beckoning you over. Taking a deep breath, you mentally prepared yourself for what you assumed would be him yelling at you for what had happened.
“I have some information for you, but you gotta buy me some food.”
Your brow furrowed in confusion. “What kind of info?”
He folded his arms over his chest impatiently. “Trust me, you wanna hear this. I’m starving, let’s go.”
Without any protest, you followed the young boy to the cafe down the street where he ordered a fruit and yogurt bowl. Not a word was spoken between the two of you as you took a seat in the back of the cafe and away from prying ears.
“About Jirou -”
“I really screwed up, didn’t I?”
He stared at you blankly before popping a strawberry into his mouth. “Yeah, you did. He hasn’t been sleeping.”
You groaned, slamming your head onto the round table. Jirou loves his sleep and knowing that he hasn’t been sleeping is a very bad sign. “What am I supposed to do, Hyoshi?”
“How should I know?”
“Thanks for the help,”
“You’ll be thanking me for real when I tell you what I know.”
You sighed deeply, lifting your head just enough to look at him. “Can we get this over with?”
“That day, did you have anything planned with Jirou?”
“No. He told me practice ended early and asked if we could go to the park. I agreed, completely forgetting about my meeting at that same park. Friggin’ dumbass, right.”
Hiyoshi’s hand stopped moving and he stared at his yogurt.
Your eyes narrowed. “Why do you ask?”
“Don’t you think it’s weird? You have a meeting at that park and Jirou suddenly appears asking to go to the park? Pretty convenient that Atobe-buchou let us out early that day. Never really happens.”
“So what, you think Atobe planned this?”
“Of course not,” He looked like he was glaring at you, but you knew it was just his natural look. “I think Atobe was a pawn just like you and Jirou.”
“So who the fuck was the game master, then?”
“Jirou told me what happened. He told me every detail.” He hesitated. “He even told me what happened before heading to your house that day.”
“Which is?”
“Reborn approached him that morning. He told Jirou that you’ve been feeling down lately and suggested that he ask you out to the park.”
Your blood ran cold, like ice in your veins.
You didn’t understand.
You couldn’t understand.
“I don’t know for sure, but I bet he also had something to do with Atobe-buchou ending practice early. He got a call and started acting strangely before calling it off and leaving.”
“Why would he do that?” You asked, more to yourself than to him. “If he approached Jirou in the morning, then that means he made my appointment around the time Jirou would get to my house. He did it on purpose?”
Hiyoshi shrugged. “Dunno. I told you he was shady.”
“I’ve got to go,” You stood quickly, nearly knocking the table over in your haste as you ran from the cafe.
The young boy wondered if he had done the right thing by telling you, but he shrugged it off.
What’s done is done.
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Vongola Vigilantes (4/?)
Based on this post I made a while ago, or you know, just this:
“…instead of Class 1-A and the Vongola 10th gen being the same age, the Vongola are a long established vigilante group that’s a pain in police’s and villain’s sides (most heroes either have neutral opinions or quietly agree with the Vongola) while Izuku loves them and is their number one fanboy.”
Parts 1 / 2 / 3 / ?
Also on AO3
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Sawada Tsunayoshi can barely feel his lungs as his feet pound into the ground, his short legs taking too long leaps for their length, but it doesn't matter to Tsuna. All that matters right now is that he gets to him.
It's one of those examples of a mother that gets the strength to lift a car that’s trapped their child when you consider how Tsuna’s stick legs got him this far.
Tsuna stops even though he’s so close because the front gate is crowded with reporters, to the point that Tsuna can barely see the school building through the cracks between people.
Tsuna throws his hands to his front pockets, then his back, and then around his whole body until he finds his phone in the side pocket of his cargo pants, trembling hands rushing to unlock it. Before Tsuna can even turn the dang thing on, a hand comes to his shoulder and Tsuna doesn’t jump ten feet into the air, thank you very much.
“Are you a parent?” an unphased gruff voice asks, somewhat muffled for a reason that Tsuna can’t quite place from just hearing it.
Tsuna whirls around immediately, trying to meet covered eyes, but he unintentionally focuses on the ridiculous over-the-top mask on the man’s face, “Yes! Err, no! Kinda?” he stutters through his words, “I'm a guardian! My ward is a student here! Class 3-A!”
The man, a hero - Tsuna briefly realizes, turns on his heel, his cloak flying out behind him, “Follow me.”
Tsuna swears he hears the snide whisper of “civilians”, but he isn’t so sure to call him out on it.
The hero leads him to a side entrance at a pace that is too slow for Tsuna's liking but he doesn't say anything to rush the hero. Tsuna, rather, decides to ask, “Can I ask what happened?” It's a rather harmless question compared to the first thought of "can you go any slower?"
The hero doesn’t even bother to turn back to reply, “There will be an official report later. We have the situation under control. We just ask that you pick up your… ward and go.”
Tsuna frowns, hating how standoffish and rude the hero is but knows that this isn’t the place or time.
Everything inside Tsuna jitters with impatience.
The crowd at the side entrance is smaller in comparison to the crowd of reporters and is constantly moving with people who are coming and going. The school’s pro-heroes seemed to have set up some kind of temporary area for family to pick up their children. There are groups of students and adults with their children holding up tablets to seemingly sign them out. The hero stops right at the entrance and picks up a tablet from a table, and briefly Tsuna wonders just how much money the school has to have all these tablets, but the hero’s gruff voice jolts him out of his thoughts, “The name of the student?”
Tsuna almost shouts the name, “Bovino Lambo! Class 3-A!”
The hero stops and immediately snaps his head up, “You’re… Bovino’s guardian?”
Tsuna almost wants to laugh at the irony of that but nods, “Yes! Is he okay?” he ignores it because his anxiety is through the roof.
The hero nods almost flustered under all the layers and covers his costume gives him, “No, no, he’s completely fine. I’ll just have someone get him-”
“Tsuna-nii!”
Tsuna immediately throws open his arms and wraps his arms around a lanky form that smells of grapes, “Lambo,” Tsuna practically whimpers. His knees grow weak in relief and Lambo is gently setting the both of them onto the ground. Tsuna pulls back just enough so he can cradle Lambo’s face in his hands, “Lambo, I was so worried. Are you okay- what happened? Do we need to call-”?
“I’m fine Tsuna-nii,” Lambo says, his voice warm, putting his hands over Tsuna’s, “It wasn’t even my class and I was at the main campus. My classmates and I were sent out to watch the other classes with the civilian teachers when the heroes got the news. I’m completely fine.”
Tsuna finally feels like he’s breathing and presses his forehead against Lambo’s heart, “Oh thank god.”
“Aa, if it isn’t Tsuna-san making a scene in the middle of the sidewalk.”
Tsuna looks up frantically and see the eyes of students, adults, heroes, and police that watch him and Lambo; his face flushed red, “Iieee!” he yelps and jumps up.
Lambo sighs and pulls himself up to stand at Tsuna’s side - and that is so, so, reassuring -, “Fran, what are you doing here?” he calls out to his childhood friend.
Tsuna turns on his heel to see the apathetic, teal-haired, young adult wearing a hoodie and jeans standing there with a bored expression, “Fran! Are you doing okay too?” He immediately rushes to the man who is, sadly, just a bit taller than him and checks the thin man all over, “Has Rokudo-san been contacted? Do you need me to take you home?”
Fran lazily just lets Tsuna fuss over him, knowing better than to resist as it’s much faster to go along with Tsuna when he’s like this, “I’m fine. Power Loader wouldn’t even let me get out of the class. Chrome-nee-san is here so I’ll be going home with her once everything is settled.” Before Tsuna could even open his mouth, Fran continued, “And Chrome-nee-san is perfectly fine.”
Tsuna manages a small smile, “I’m glad. I don’t know what I would have done if you two were injured.” And that’s the complete truth - Tsuna would have been lost if his younger brother and Lambo’s childhood friend, that he’s been acquainted with since he was a child, were gone.
“Bovino, you ran off before you could finish your sign out sheet,” a voice calls out from behind Tsuna, “What happened?”
Lambo lets out a sheepish chuckle as he turns on his heel, “Sorry Midnight-sensei, my brother came to pick me up.”
Tsuna turns and briefly takes in the 18+ hero before he reels back to gape at Lambo, “You thought I wouldn’t come to pick you up?” he asks horrified.
Lambo shrugs, avoiding his gaze, “Well I knew you had work and you weren’t answering your phone so I just kinda assumed…” he trails off, his voice growing weaker, knowing how weak that excuse is.
Tsuna grabs at his brother’s upper arms, “Lambo, you are more important than my work. As soon as Chieko-san showed me the news I just ran out without thinking. I’m sorry that I didn’t answer my phone, but you have to know that I’m always going to be here for you.”
A hand lands on his shoulder and a woman lets out a low laugh, “Wise words from a caring man. It’s a shame I’m not exactly into that.” Shivers goes down his spine, standing frozen, as lips come close to his ear, “Such a sweet brotherly love,” hot air brushes the shell of his ear.
Tsuna is pulled away as his heart beats out of his chest and his face flushes a complete red. “Midnight-sensei, what the hell?” Lambo shouts for his defense as he stands between his teacher and his brother.
Midnight just licks her lips and winks, “Calm down Bovino, it’s just a little bit of teasing.”
Fran’s deadpan voice cuts through Midnight’s and Lambo’s bickering, “It’s impossible to me that she has never been arrested for harassment.”
Tsuna’s blood is still rushing in his ears but the hole in his stomach is no longer there.
And that’s all that matters.
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“Yuuei Academy’s first year hero class, Class 1-A, was attacked at the school’s Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or USJ for short, by a group calling themselves the League of Villains-”
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“-hero students at Yuuei were saved by the Vongola!”
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“-the police are saying little on the matter-”
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“-luckily not many were harmed. The two teachers were easily treated by Pro Hero Recovery Girl and the only student injured sustained a broken finger.”
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“Can you believe this school? How lax does the security have to be to allow villains in-?”
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“The name of students involved are not being released to the public and the press is being pushed away before they can even come close to Yuuei!”
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“-people are asking how the Vongola knew about the League-”
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“Those two are alright right?” Haru asks with her hands on her hips, “Didn’t do anything stupid hahi?”
I-Pin, who had been pacing the entire shop and had been so distressed that she wasn’t allowed to work for the afternoon, finally lets out a long sigh, “Yeah. They finally responded to our chat. Tsuna-san picked up Lambo and Chrome-san and Fran will be going home together once Yuuei clears out.” She runs a hand through her hair, “What did we expect though? Fran and Lambo are always the one who make Futa and I lose years off our life.”
“Haha, you make it sound like you don’t do the same to Futa-kun sometimes.” Yamamoto doesn’t stop laughing even at I-Pin’s sharp glare and Haru’s telling look.
“You seriously never know when to shut up, do you?” Hana drawls as she primly shoves a piece of nigiri into her mouth. She points her chopsticks at I-Pin after she swallows, “But from the stories I’ve heard, he seems to have a point.”
I-Pin blushes a bright pink. “They’re very persuasive when they want to be,” she says weakly in her defense, like a child who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
Hana hands Haru’s phone back to her, her eyes lingering on the picture of Yuuei Academy in the article before she turns back to the sushi in front of her, “You four are childhood friends, right?”
I-Pin brightens up immediately, “Yeah! Ever since Lambo and I were five. But it kinda feels like we’re still kids even though half of us are full-fledged adults.” And isn’t that the truth. This time next year, Lambo will be a pro-hero and I-Pin will, hopefully, be in the roster for nationals. They’ll be on their own soon.
Haru giggles at that, “Kyoko, Hana, Chrome, and I felt the same way when we graduated University.” She remembers flashes of the days when they used to room together for the four years of their schooling.
I-Pin seems to perk up at that, her expression as curious but no one in their little groups gets to say anything.
“Yamamoto-kun, do you mind turning the news on?” a voice calls across the nearly empty shop, “I think channel 5 is doing an update on Yuuei right now!” It’s a customer and the three workers at Takesushi turn at the call. He’s a regular that is known for getting somewhat rowdy when he’s downed a couple drinks but always leaves with a cordial promise to come back when asked to leave.
“Yuuei?” another customer asks from a different table with a furrowed brow, “Did something happen at Yuuei?” This customer isn’t quite as familiar but Haru swears she’s seen the exact assemble of a Best Jeanist jean jacket and Gang Orca t-shirt underneath on this woman.
The regular barks out loud, “Haven’t you seen the news? Yuuei was attacked by some kinda gang of villains! Yuuei is being awfully quiet about it - probably don’t have an excuse for the way they put those kids into danger.” He’s the typical middle-aged man that doesn’t makes his own opinions and is too lazy to actually look into issues; he just takes news at its face value and believes.
Murmurs start across the shop and I-Pin’s face is pinched in distress. I-Pin may not go to Yuuei, but she’s heard a lot about it from Lambo and Fran to know that the teachers and heroes there are dedicated to their students. This is an isolated incident, she’s sure of that even though the two idiots haven’t exactly said anything to her. Just as I-Pin’s about to open her mouth and start a shouting match (she’s justified alright? She just spent hours stressing about if her two best friends were injured or even dead) Hana sets her empty tea cup down loud enough to silence the shop.
The customers are stunned into silence as Hana’s attention-grabbing voice speaks, “Actually, Yuuei isn’t allowed to make a statement immediately because of the involvement of minors. A couple years back there was an incident at a school that wasn’t quite on this scale but after the school made too quick of a statement parents began to sue the school for releasing information about their children without their permission just because they wanted to save face.” Hana doesn’t even turn her head as she gestures for Haru to pour more tea into her cup, “Yuuei is legally not allowed to say anything without getting the facts straight with their students, the witnesses, the police, and the guardians of the students involved unless they want to face repercussions.” She gives the regular a sharp look, “Educate yourself before making wild assumptions.”
The regular sputters but Hana just turns back and puts another piece of sushi into her mouth.
Haru giggles quietly as she rubs shoulders with Hana, “Did you not get enough sleep last night?” At Hana’s dead look she knows she’s a hundred percent right.
“Did you get that case settled?” Yamamoto finally speaks up again, in a low voice that can’t be heard over the jeers the customers are making at each other and the gossip of Yuuei.
Hana’s dull eyes become focused and she frowns, “Uncharacteristic of you to actually act like a monkey.”
Yamamoto laughs, “What are you talking about? You were complaining about a difficult case last time you were here right?”
Hana eyes flicker to the smile on the man’s face before looking into his eyes, “Don’t be stupid.”
“It’s hard to break bad habits you know,” Yamamoto says with mirth, “I never was very good at school.”
The two don’t look away from each other, one smiling and the other glowering.
I-Pin takes the liberty to interject, changing the subject, “Yeah, when I ask Takeshi-nii for help with my homework he just says something like, ‘well you do whoosh! Boom! And bam!’” She crosses her arms across her chest, “It’s annoying.”
Haru brightens up, “I would love to help you with your homework if you want me to!”
I-Pin sticks her tongue out, “And have to learn from a genius that already knows the answer just from glancing at it? No way! I’d never learn anything. Geniuses are the worst teachers.”
Haru gasps dramatically, “Hahi? Excuse you, I am a great teacher! Hana-chan, tell her!”
Before Haru can entirely drag Hana’s attention away, Hana sends one last look at Yamamoto with a promise.
This isn’t over.
But Yamamoto just laughs that carefree laugh.
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A League of Villains Attacking Yuuei
Written by: Sasagawa Kyoko
According to the Musutafu Police Department, at approximately 2:22 PM earlier today, a large group of villains infiltrated the top hero academy in the nation: Yuuei Academy. While twenty students of Yuuei’s hero course were training in their training facility known as the Unforeseen Simulation Joint (USJ), more than 200 villains infiltrated the USJ and attacked them and the two accompanying pro-hero teachers: Eraserhead and Thirteen. The police are saying nothing about why the villains infiltrated the USJ but has a released a statement stating that Eraserhead and Thirteen were healed by Pro-Hero Recovery Girl. The only student that was injured was quickly treated for their broken finger. The police went on to say that the students’ names would not be released to the public and cannot be asked to make a public statement.
However, there have been rumors floating around that the infamous Vigilante group, the Vongola, were at the scene and protected the students from the villains. While it is unclear where the rumor stemmed from, there is reason to believe that it may be true. The students that were attacked are in their first year, meaning that they do not have much fighting experience but the police, in their statement, reported that they arrested most of the villains. Not to discount the hero hopefuls’ abilities, but it’s highly unlikely the students were able to fend off the villains until their teachers arrived.
Reporters are being asked to leave school grounds as there will be an official statement from Yuuei’s principal later this evening.
After the incident, students’ parents or guardians were asked to pick up their children regardless of year and course. Those parents and guardians who were otherwise occupied or too far away were escorted by sidekicks to their homes.
Check back here after Yuuei’s statement for more updates.
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Incident T#483
Date: XX/XX/XXXX
Hero License #: 181Z26A5291
Hero Name: Eraserhead
Incident: While at the USJ (Unforeseen Simulation Joint) at Yuuei Academy, the class of 1-A and Pro-Hero Thirteen and I were attacked by villains. They seemed to be after All Might - claiming to have only come for All Might. They expressed the interest in killing All Might and when they found out All Might was not here, they tried to use the students as an example to intimidate All Might. Communications went down and as such we were unable to call for backup. I engaged while Thirteen was tasked to protect the students. However, the students got scattered by a warp quirk, scattering them across the USJ. It seemed to be a luring tactic to get All Might to the USJ. While I engaged most of the villains, a villain by the name of Shigaraki Tomura used his disintegration quirk to disintegrate my elbow and he command the creature, (Unknown Element #: 1415U169441) Noumu, to attack me. The vigilante known as Giotto, from the Vongola, appeared to seemingly protect me. Called out to his comrades in the Vongola and they answered to confirm that all the students and Thirteen were relatively safe. Giotto froze and had Asari kill the Noumu and only escaped when the villains leave after other Pro-Heroes arrived. Giotto claims he came because he “heard the cries of children being targeted and had him and his group jump in” the fray. Giotto made it very clear that the Vongola would not stand with The League of Villains.
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Tsukauchi Naomasa is frustrated. The main reason why he is frustrated is because the media is right. The police really don’t know a lot. All the students were questioned at the school after the students had calmed down. Most of the students saw what happened in the USJ from start to finish - with their own different points of view, of course. Iida Tenya was the one who ran to get backup and Mineta Minoru passed out early on; therefore, they did not see a lot of the action. Each of the students within the USJ were with members of the Vongola and claimed to have been saved or aided by the vigilantes. Except for Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, and Aoyama Yuuga who were trapped in what they believed to be an illusion conjured by Daemon. Though Naomasa supposes that that’s Daemon’s own way of “saving” someone.
Eighteen of the students and Aizawa Shouta had seen Giotto’s encounter with the League. The students were either all herded to the entrance of the USJ by the Vongola, escaped there themselves, or were shown what happened through an illusion.
So many eye witness accounts yet nothing. They weren’t any closer on Shigaraki, the Noumu, Kurogiri, the League, or the Vongola.
It’s frustrating.
It’s frustrating that Naomasa has to come to him for advice.
Rokudo Mukuro is a piece of shit on a good day. A good day. Today is not a good day.
Mukuro has his feet up on his desk and his fingers loosely laced together in his lap, “And how can I help you today, Detective?” He says “detective” like it’s a curse and with emphasis to make it seem like he’s capitalizing the word.
Naomasa wishes he could find something wrong with Mukuro’s investigations but he’s always clean. Somehow, even with the suspicion that Mukuro is somehow involved in something illegal, he’s always telling the truth. Sometimes, Naomasa believes that Mukuro is just a stubborn asshole. But Naomasa always listens to his gut and his gut hates Mukuro. Hates Mukuro for a reason he can’t place.
Naomasa puts his hat down on the table, “I need all the information you have on the League of Villains and the Vongola.” The best thing to do with Mukuro is be direct as possible.
Mukuro quirks a delicate brow and swings his feet off the desk, “I’m not an info broker, detective. I’m a private investigator. Most days I catch cheating spouses and find missing people. I barely interact with villains.”
Naomasa sighs, “You heard about the attack at Yuuei and, to be frank, we’re severely lacking information.” His voice drops to below a whisper, “Mukuro, I know that whatever you actually do isn’t exactly clean,” and he does, he just doesn’t have proof, “but I need this information.” And he does, for his friend who was targeted, for the students that were attacked, for the future safety of his country. Mukuro is uncharacteristically silent as Naomasa bows his head, “Children were attacked Mukuro. It was a class with two capable pro heroes and I know for a fact that your ward is working as an assistant to Power Loader. Who’s to say that the League won’t attack Yuuei again?” Naomasa is playing dirty, and he feels a deep shame inside because of it, but he doesn’t have a choice. He needs more pieces to this puzzle.
Mukuro doesn’t say a word but he fiddles with something on his desk, the object tapping against the wood rhythmically as he finally begins to speak. “You and I both know I’m not stupid enough to not realize why the League attacked Yuuei and I know that Fran can handle himself enough to escape. I wasn’t interested before, Detective, but now?” Naomasa’s head goes up just in time to see the wicked grin that comes to his face, “now I am.”
Mukuro is piece of shit on a good day.
On bad days? Mukuro is absolute scum.
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“What have the police figured out?”
The man’s eyebrow, from across the way from Kusakabe, twitches but no violent movement or threat follows. Kusakabe honestly considers that a win.
“Nothing,” is Kusakabe’s blunt reply. “They’re hopeless when it comes to discovering anything about the League and the Vongola. We’re not going to get information from them besides the fact that the League was after All Might.” Kusakabe is kneeling in the shadows of Kyou-san’s dark tea room, and it's absolutely not dark because Kyou-san had just woken up from a nap before their guest had arrived. Kusakabe turns his head to his left and speaks, “What do we know about the League?”
The first voice speaks up, gruff but still somehow warm, “Ultimately nothing substantial. There’s someone with a warp quirk and a disintegration quirk and they have access to these big monster-like things that have quirks. Besides their goal of killing All Might, we don’t know much. They’re causing a ruckus in the underground, but most are laughing at their attempt.”
Kusakabe sighs quietly as his hand comes up his face, “I don’t know if I should be impressed or disgusted that your use of “ultimate” worked in a real sentence.”
Ryohei laughs from his gut, “It’s an ultimate word for any ultimate situation.”
A quiet, but not hidden, scoff comes from the side of the room that Hibari occupies but both men don’t acknowledge it. It’s not the time and one out of the two of them values their life.
“What of Yuuei?" Kusakabe asks as he kneels close to the door leading to the hallway with his head bowed, "Their keeping their mouths rather shut," Kusakabe's eyes flicker across the dark room.
Hibari growls ever so slightly, "Trying to get anything about that herbivorous school is like pulling teeth." He bares his teeth in disgust. It’s the first he’s spoken since Ryohei’s arrival.
Kusakabe knows it’s best to cut Hibari off when he’s ahead, "Is there anything significant that the heroes are saying?" he asks Ryohei to change the subject.
Ryohei shakes his head, unknowing to what Kusakabe is trying to do, "Ultimately, it’s the same thing as we’ve always heard. Even though a lot of them have been told about the real events at Yuuei; people aren’t changing their opinions of the Vongola." Ryohei frowns, “It’s just causing a real stir in our neighborhood. I ultimately wish that this would all settle down.”
"Our group will continue our investigation into the League of Villains and All For One," Kusakabe says after a long moment of silence. "I will be sure to inform you of something as soon as it arises."
Before Ryohei can say a word in response, Hibari stands up and he’s out of the room, letting the sunlight stream into the room.
Ryohei chuckles at the distressed look on Kusakabe’s face, “Maa, it’s fine Tetsuya, I’m depending on you to back me up when things go bad around here!”
Kusakabe sighs tiredly, “Ryohei, how many times do I have to tell you that we’re licensed and allowed to use our quirks and abilities to protect people and that you aren’t?”
Ryohei just laughs heartily and Kusakabe knows that getting through to his friend is useless.
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There's a woman standing in front of the class when they enter with Aizawa next to her. They quickly shuffle to their seats when Aizawa doesn't turn to acknowledge them and when the woman sends them a smile.
The woman is short, definitely shorter than Aizawa, probably around Midoriya's height. She has her violet hair in a tight bun on her head with two decorative needles sticking out of them. She wears a smart black blazer and pencil skirt, along with a white blouse. Her feet have plain black flats and her legs are covered in a black stocking. She wears a white eyepatch over her left eye and there's a soft smile on her face and a bright twinkle in her purple eye as she waves, “Hello.”
The class mostly remains silent, unsure of how to respond, but a few respond politely.
“Listen up,” Aizawa says, “I'm not going to say this twice. This is Dokuro Chrome, the school mental health counselor.”
The class stare at their slightly bandaged teacher as he just stops, asking with their eyes if that's all he has to say on the subject.
Dokuro, thankfully, steps up, “Thank you Eraserhead. Like Eraserhead said, I'm Dokuro Chrome but Chrome-sensei is just fine with me,” her voice is soft and almost fragile but it's warm and comforting as a small smile comes to her face. “Normally we would have been introduced at the school opening ceremony but a certain someone refuses to attend every year,” the woman bravely meets Aizawa's pointed glare for a second with a serene smile before moving on. “I am Yuuei's mental health counselor. That means I'm here from everything to friend problems, home problems, school work stress, relationship problems, and even traumatic villain situations.”
The realization of why Chrome is at the front of their class hits.
Chrome smiles, maybe seeing how their faces changed in response to their realization, “While I may not be a pro hero or inspiring to be one anytime soon, I know what a villain attack can be like. Especially when everything seemed so peaceful and normal and then everything changes in a second. So, if anyone would like to talk, I am here before school, during school, and after school from six A.M. to five P.M. If you ever need me, feel free to drop by my office near the teacher's lounge or make an appointment through my email.” She promptly turns and writes her email on the top corner of the board before turning back around, “Normally, I don't go to visit the hero course students well into their second year but unfortunately, your class has been subjected to something terrible.”
Her eye narrows, and she suddenly seems very serious as she looks out into the class. She doesn’t seem so meek or easily influenced anymore. She stands firm, like an anchored rock, “You all did well in that situation. Standing in the face of villains and coming out relatively okay with minimal casualties is admirable. The fact that you're still sitting here, more determined to be a hero than ever says a lot.” She smiles, “I can't wait to see what the future holds for all of you.”
And like that, Chrome is gone, the only trace of her the smell of violets and her email on the board.
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NOTE: I'm so sorry for the late update but I got swamped with the weeks leading up to finals and then finals at the end of June. As soon as my finals ended I went on a trip and I've just been recovering from that. I've also been writing scenes for this story and "Want Emancipation?" at the same time but the scenes also don't make sense chronologically so I have a lot of mess I need to piece together later for each story. Hopefully I will update quicker next time.
Chapter 5 is halfway done and there should be a teaser up already or shortly after I post this so go ahead and read that!
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Dino, Hibari and Xanxus had their s/o tortured because they thought they were a spy but now they are trying to win her back and try to make it up to her
Dino
“The name, tell me the name!” He groaned as he slammed his hands on table, leaning down, his eyes staring into yours with so much hate that made you wonder if any of those ‘I love you’s were ever real along with affection he showed you. “We can’t go on like this.” he sighed, straightening up. “If you won’t open that mouth of yours, I’ll make you.”
The tears you held back in for so long streamed down your cheeks. “I-I’m not a spy, D-Dino…” You jumped when he threw table to the side. It was the first time he has shown so many dark emotions and it scared you.
“Don’t you dare say my name. You don’t deserve to.” His voice was cold and he approached you, leaning down on each arm-side of the chair. “Name.” he started once again.
Slowly shaking your head, you wanted to speak again, but the next moment you knew his whip was tightly wrapped around you, craving its way into your skin, leaving bruises and cuts behind. Romario stood by the doors, any emotion that he ever showed before by your side was now wiped off his face like a statue with numb expression.
“I’m not working for any family!” You cried when the doors swung open, one of Dino’s subordinates walking towards Romario, exchanging words. “I’m not a spy!”
“Stop lying!”
“Boss,” Romario walked over before any more damage could have been done.
You lowered your head, too afraid to see the anger and betrayal in his eyes. You knew it was useless to claim you didn’t belong to any family, but you couldn’t say anything else than speak the truth. You didn’t know how long it passed, but you found yourself in a bedroom, a doctor and a nurse tending to the cuts Dino’s whip has left behind.
“Do you have any other bruises?” The doctor asked, looking at you with sadness, but you doubted it was the emotion he felt.
Quietly shaking your head, the man smiled and left with the nurse, but Romario remained in the room. It was hard to not look at him when he stood not too far from you; instead you looked around, wondering just why did Dino suddenly change his mind. The memory of his anger, the fear you felt still didn’t wear off as you slowly wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to keep yourself warm from the cold you felt.
“Are you cold?” Dino’s voice startled you and you jumped, your eyes wide. He forced a small smile, but slowly wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, sudden care confusing you when not too long ago he was demanding the name of the enemy he thought you were working for. “I am sorry.” He spoke, seeing your discomfort and took a step away. “I’m sorry for hurting you. It wasn’t my intention.”
You scowled at his choice of words, which he seemed to realize it wasn’t to your liking.
“I received information you were a spy for a family that wanted to bring us down.” He was looking straight at you, letting you know he will not go away until he makes it sure you understand enough.
“And you thought locking me in a room and interrogating will let you get all information you need on the enemy?” Your voice shook, but you stood strong even if you were breaking deep down. His eyes glinted in guilt and sadness as he averted his gaze, like he was ashamed of the actions he had done. “I… I trusted you…” It turned quieter. “Did any of those…” Your breath was caught in your throat, unable to speak anymore.
“I’m sorry…” He took a deep breath before he spoke, making sure the eye contact wasn’t broken. “I’ll do anything to gain your trust again. I’ll kneel down, but don’t shut me out. I won’t be able to handle that.”
Closing your eyes, you turned your head, not wanting to see his face. “Please go…” You whispered, afraid to speak louder.
There was nothing for a moment until footsteps were heard, doors opening and closing, leaving you alone in stranger’s room that once belonged to you.
Hibari
He had to give it to you. No matter what weapon, what kind of words he used, you didn’t give out the name he needed except the words of not working for any enemy and pleas to let you go. But he couldn’t just release and let you go now, could he? After all, even if you don’t speak, he will make you reveal a secret one way or another.
You were hardly ever afraid of him, knowing he was human as much as everyone else. You knew he also had emotions, but now every time you looked at him, there was emptiness that hurt you more than any word he spoke to you. The fact that he didn’t believe you and that there was a chance he wouldn’t trust you anymore, hurt you twice as much.
Yet the constant torture of questions demanded from you made you numb, barely feeling anything as you quietly stared in front of yourself. The tears that were once staining your cheeks were now dried, spots on your arms and legs slowly turning darker and with each hit you received, it hurt less.
It wasn’t until you were left alone in the room, Hibari saying he will return later to continue, that you slipped into darkness, welcoming you with open arms. It brought a smile on your lips as you succumbed to it.
“How is she?” You recognized Tsuna’s voice.
“She had a bit of internal bleeding, but she’s stable now. The bruises and wounds will take time to heal, but they will.” It was Shamal and you wondered to yourself what he was doing here, at Vongola headquarters, knowing he was on a mission.
“Thank you, Shamal.” Tsuna smiled and there was silence, footsteps decreasing from your side before they disappeared out of the room and down the hallway. “I know you’re awake.” Tsuna started, approaching your bedside.
Instead of opening your eyes and look at him, you pretended to sleep. Not because you were afraid to see him, but because of the sudden gentleness and warmth you felt from him. It scared you.
“If you wish to remain sleeping so be it.” You heard him, but he didn’t move from his position. “Hibari is coming.” It was all he said as he turned away and left the room.
Once you were sure you were alone, you opened your eyes, your gaze lingering on the doors, suddenly feeling afraid to see him. A shiver ran down your spine, but a small bundle of yellowness reached your sight and it made you tear up, like you still had some tears left.
“H-Hibird…” You murmured quietly and choked on a sob when Hibird flew down on your side, chirping. A chuckle left your lips as you slowly raised your hand and caressed the head of little bird until your ears caught up on quiet steps outside the bedroom. You immediately knew it was Hibari and it only approved your thoughts when Hibird flew on your shoulder like it was trying to protect you.
The doors opened with a silent creek, revealing Hibari, who seemed annoyed and beaten like he just came from a fight. Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his steel-coloured ones that were now filled with care, guilt and rage. Quietly walking to your side, he looked at Hibird, who started chirping, and stopped with his approach.
“Little animal…” He spoke, his gaze hard, yet he understood. Looking back at you, his expression softened and you didn’t need to guess twice what he was thinking.
“I am alright,” You started softly and quietly.
Both of you knew you weren’t alright and that it will take time before you let him close like he was before, without being startled. But with Hibird on your side, protecting you even if by chirping, you felt safe enough.
Xanxus
Cries and pleas were filling the torturing room as he stood not too far from you, watching with his cold eyes as memory of your darkest nightmares were played in your head, Mammon standing in front, the cause of neverending nightmares. Your breathing was quick and shallow, shutting your eyes and trying to free yourself from the rope that was tying you down on the chair.
One step forward and Mammon stepped aside, Xanxus standing right in front of you, watching as you slowly raised your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Which family?” His voice was filled with venom that sent shivers down your spine few times, but now all you wanted was to shut his voice out of every part of your thoughts.
“I-I’m not…”
You couldn’t end your sentence when you were trapped in illusions once again, Mammon sending a glance towards Xanxus, his eyes showing no emotion. But this time you didn’t scream and yell like all those illusions before. You were beginning to feel numb each time more, telling yourself that it can’t be worse than before.
“Boss,” Levi rushed in, followed by Lussuria, who already walked your way, ready to untie you, but Xanxus shot right one meter from you.
“What are you doing, trash?” Xanxus asked, looking at Lussuria.
“There has been misinformation,” Levi started, but Varia boss kept his eyes on his Sun guardian who slowly and carefully approached you. “[Name] is clean. We made throughout inspection and looked in deeply, but she has no connection, no history, nothing to make her worthy for a spy. She was framed by the enemy.”
Mammon looked at Xanxus’ whose eye twitched in irritation that grew into anger and rage, his aura making every living soul quiver in the Varia headquarters. “Where’s the scum that gave us the information?” He asked and left, everyone following while Lussuria untied your hands and legs, carefully lifting you in his arms and left the room, losing consciousness.
You woke up in a bed you once slept in with Xanxus and immediately became alarmed. The cuts and wounds on your arms and legs were treated and bandaged, the pain in your ribs lessened, but still present. If it weren’t for the pain and the proof that was displayed right in front of your eyes, you would have thought that all that torture, all those illusions were part of a nightmare. But it wasn’t.
The doors opened and you flinched, immediately standing from bed like it would consume you any moment, but your gaze didn’t move from the man that walked in; the man you once loved. His eyes met yours, but he didn’t stop walking your way even when you were trapped in a corner, shivering.
“You should be lying in bed.” He spoke quietly, but loud enough as he held your hand and dragged you towards bed, shoving you on rather roughly. “Stay here.”
“I don’t want to.” You didn’t know where you found your voice, but you did. He stared at you, red eyes that always seemed so emotionless, now showing something you couldn’t understand.
“Get in bed.” he said, his voice stern, a promise of pain if you didn’t follow his order.
“No,” You stood your ground, unable to shake off the days and nights in the room below the ground. “I don’t want to have anything with y-you anymore. O-or anyone else from Varia.” You couldn’t help but stutter on moments, but your back was straight, showing your defiance. “You’re the last person I want to see right now.”
Xanxus didn’t move or flinch when you spoke those words, his face free of any expression. He quietly watched you before he turned on his heels and walked towards doors, closing and locking them. Your eyes widened and you ran, trying to open them but they didn’t budge. You banged on doors, without caring for the pain that you felt.
“Let me out!” You called, knowing he was standing just outside.
“You’re going to stay here until you get better.” His deep voice made you take a step back. “And don’t even try to run away, because I’m watching every step you make and I will drag you back myself.”
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Prompt 11: The feeling does not go away, and you feel guilty of leading Yamamoto on. Gokudera catches wind of the affair, he is not happy. His life has not been the same since the two of you went your separate ways.
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The ride was the definition of awkward. The guilt of sleeping with Yamamoto was beginning to eat you up, and being around your past lover was not helping your feelings at all. Seeing Gokudera after so long, it had reawakened something within you, a feeling that you hoped wouldn’t have still been there.
God, you were so pathetic.
Gokudera noticed that you were being silent, which he should have expected, but he was also expecting you to put up more of a fight. As he stopped at a red light, his eyes glanced over at you. You seemed more bothered than usual, but then again, the two of you had not left on such great terms.
“You know, you were not even a ten minute walk from Yamamoto’s, you could have gone to him for a ride...” Gokudera mutters, not liking the tension that was in the car. He was the one who insisted that you come along with him, not knowing why he could not just leave you there, but why did it feel so uncomfortable?
You flinched at Yamamoto’s name again, not comprehending what Gokudera was saying. As the car started again, Gokudera looked confused at the response.
“Did something happen with Yamamo-”
“Nothing! Nothing happened at all, please don’t ask about it.” You snapped, turning a bit away from Gokudera, who was now even more confused. Something obviously had to have happened, because you would not be so sensitive about your friend.
“If you’re going to act like that, then deal with your own problems then.” He rolled his eyes as he pulled up into the parking lot next to your apartment. You glared at him, knowing that there were tears in your eyes. Gokudera saw them, and when you tried to exit the car, he locked the door so you couldn’t get out.
“Now look, I know that we had our differe-”
“Oh my god, Gokudera, it’s not about that. I just want to forget everything that has happened, okay? You are with Valentina now, make her happy. No need to keep reminding me of our old relationship, it is not what I need right now.” You unlocked the door from your side, and opened it.
“[Name]! That wasn’t where I was going with it!” Gokudera rolled down his window as you walked around the car after slamming the door shut. He was not going to let you misunderstand him again, this is not what he wanted. Gokudera, remembering his feelings from months ago, did not even know why he was desperate to keep you from hating him, despite failing at that already.
You had already turned the corner, out of sight. Gokudera’s desperation seeped into anger, making him hit his steering wheel. Why did you stir him up so much? He wanted, needed to forget you. His job came first, so why weren’t you letting him do his job? What was it about you?
Reversing and then driving, Gokudera got out of there fast. He had to resist the urge to go after you, because he knew that it would not help to keep pestering you to tell him. Obviously, you were upset about something that happened with Yamamoto.
If you weren’t going to tell him, then you were going to have to ask Yamamoto directly. Knowing him, Gokudera could just ask Yamamoto what had happened, and the rain guardian would just spill everything. He was never good with secrets.
The fingers on the steering wheel tightened, thinking about the numerous possibilities that could have you so shaken up. Yamamoto was not the type of guy to hurt anyone without purpose, and it was obvious that Yamamoto had feelings (there was a slight flare of anger at the thought) for you. After Gokudera and you had gotten together, Gokudera had noticed that Yamamoto had seemed more attached to you and more cold towards him. It did not take long for him to connect the dots.
Gokudera had fucked up a lot. He should not have started a relationship with someone while having even a tiny bit of knowledge that he’d be getting engaged. But the way you had looked to at him so intensely, so angry but arousing at the same time, was enough for him to leave all thought behind. At that moment, he had to have you, so he let his heart take over. Gokudera and you had sex that night under the stars, after the mission that changed his first thoughts about you, and it was a constant memory in his mind.
Yet, when Gokudera came back, he was thrust back into the cold reality. Your relationship wouldn’t work out. There was no way, not with the Vongola at stake. Tsuna had given him the talk about how Valentina would be joining the family as a peace agreement and Gokudera would be taking her as a wife.
After meeting her for the first time, there was no helping comparing her to you. Valentina’s hair didn’t look nearly as soft as you, and her eyes weren’t as expressive as your own. Her smile did not reach her eyes, something that Gokudera enjoyed when he looked at you. The cold woman in front of him was a stark difference from the warm person you were. Gokudera could not complain though, this was what he signed up for.
It was hard to let you go. All those times he went to your house, he had looked forward to it. The two of you laying on your coach, wrapped around each other, lazily going about the day. You had laughed and told him stories and he had listened. It was a fond memory and something that he had looked forward to. That had ended too soon and abruptly, which was all his fault. If only, he hadn’t taken such an interest in you, had not developed these feelings for you.
“Damn it.” He muttered, pulling in front of Yamamoto’s house. Pulling out his phone, he texted the rain guardian.
We need to talk. - GH
He waited a few moments. His phone chimed, indicating a new message.
Did something happen? - YT
Gokudera growled down at the text, wanting to just march up into his house.
No, it’s personal. Come outside, I need to talk to you. - GH
The text took longer to get a response. It was as if Yamamoto was taking his time on thinking of a response, and it really irked Gokudera. The idiot was more perceptive than he let on, and Gokudera felt like he knew what he was referring to.
Another chime.
I’m on my way to [Name]’s house. We have to discuss something, so maybe next time. - YT
Seeing Yamamoto’s response, Gokudera gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white. Suddenly, the screen cracked and shattered, rendering the phone useless. Shit, was that Gokudera could respond. He had to confront Yamamoto. This could not go on. Something was going on between you two, and Gokudera was going to find out what and then he was going to confront Yamamoto about the last few months.
Once again, Gokudera set off to go find his friend. It was time to end the tension and unsaid rivalry that was happening. There had to be an intervention.
Pulling out into traffic, Gokudera set his sights on going back to your apartment, where he was hoping to beat Yamamoto to.
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