I Need a Hero
Just another war
Tsuna shook his head, curling trembling fingers into trembling fists.
It's just another war.
Maybe if he repeated it enough times, the sin would eat away his anxiety. This isn't like Shimon where he knew the enemy—where the enemy was his friend. No. This was a war waged against an unknown silhouette behind a frontline of tanks and bombs.
A public declaration of war against the Vongola was rare, even with high tempered Mafiosi. But when it comes, it was his job—as the boss—to pull the trigger.
He hissed a shaky breath through clenched teeth, and swung his arm at a nearby lamp, sending it flying into the wall with a shatter of glass. "I don't get it!" He gritted. "We were allies! Famiglia! "
Soft thoughts became loud shrills as Tsuna rampaged about his office, knocking over chairs, slamming over shelves, scattering paper throughout the dimly lit room in a madness brought forth by frustration. As another vase shattered at his feet, Tsuna had to confess once again to heaven and hell that he didn't want to take another life.
He ran a bloodied hand through his hair, brushing back the mess of strands that clung to his forehead in sweat, and staggered back to rest against the edge of his desk—which had become splintered and slightly burnt in the chaos. Tsuna's chest heaved with heavy breaths, his limbs burned with the exertion he had demanded of it, but still tremors shook his body.
Just another war
He thought, quiet and still, reaching for his strewn gloves with leaden limbs and a frozen heart. Reborn had long beaten it into his head that if he didn't fight, he'd die—people he cared about would die. Hell had designated him a protector. Reborn had called him a sacrifice.
The room had taken the blunt of his frustrations—not a single thing was left untouched by the extent of his wrath. But Tsuna didn't even bother worrying about the mess he had created because he knew, in just a few moments time, he would return to it soaked to the bone in Sin.
And the destruction would pale in comparison to the disgust he would feel towards himself.
He took a few more breaths, calming his raging nerves and silencing self-destructive thoughts. When his mind began to clear, he pulled on his gloves and made his way to the door.
Gokudera had shot to attention from his place just on the other side of the threshold, brows drawn in concern, but lips pressed tight. "Juudaime…"
Tsuna gently nodded, leaving the door ajar as he stepped into the bright hallway. Behind Gokudera stood the rest of his guardians and to the side a team of employees with down casted eyes. He knew they heard.
No one uttered single word.
Without a sound, Tsuna led the way to the battlefield, back straight and hands calmly placed by his side.
It's just another war.