Bitter Tempest
Disclaimer: I do not own Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn (Akira Amano). It is owned by it's respective owner.
Warnings: Shounen-ai, OOC
Summary: A fresh wave of bitter tears came rushing down like a streaming river down his face as Hayato tried to regain his composure I did this, I broke him. 1859 with past 8059.
Author Note: Sorry for the late update, I know that I said on my profile that since I couldn't access to the internet at home, that I'd upload the story during the first week back to school. However that didn't happen according to plan either since it's taken a while for me to re-adjust to school again. =(
But in that time, I've been looking back at my story and have come realize that I lost my focus and direction, and there were certain aspects to the story that I want to change, and improve on. So, I've decided to rewrite my story.
And instead of updating every week like I'd originally planned, because of my work load this year I'm only updating once every 2-3 weeks, on either Friday or Monday, depending on the amount of homework and whether or not I have tests/assessments.
I hope that you guys continue to support me through this.
With that being said, on with the story!
This is because I'm sick of Hayato always being the antagonist in the relationship.
Chapter One: Takeshi's Choice
I stared at them, gazing upon their faces as their breaths were drawn, the conference room deathly quiet. "I can't be a part of this anymore, not with this circumstance. It was an accident, only meant to be a onetime thing, I never meant for her to get pregnant, but it happened anyway. I can't let them be a part of this, I won't."
At this, I saw Hayato's beautifully pale face, turn away from us, from me, in order to obscure the tears of hurt, rage, and humiliation, before I walked out of the nearly unadorned conference room, ignoring the sound of my heart breaking, telling me to go back and take back what I said.
I hurt him, the one I loved the most, though I promised not to.
That night, before I left, I gave in to my temptations, even with the knowledge that it would make things even harder for me, for us, and snuck in to Hayato's room. There I found him my temptingly striking, violent storm, curled up, tracks made by tears ran down his flushed face visible, even in the dim lighting. He gradually sat up, a heavy silence unfamiliar to the both of us, engulfed the room.
I did this, I broke him.
With a few elongated strides, I reached forward to caress his cheek and bring him closer to myself, to convey that I loved him, that I still love him, and would continue to do so, no matter what the outcome, only for him to harshly slap my hand away in a show of defiance. A fresh wave of bitter tears came rushing down like a streaming river down his face as Hayato tried to regain his composure, yet it was a futile attempt, he continued to quiver (from devastation or fury, I don't know) like a leaf in the rain with his breath coming out in shallow pants.
"Go, go if you wish it. I won't stop you; I love you too much to even try. But can you tell me one thing Takeshi? What was I to you? What were we to you? Was our relationship so unimportant that you'd willingly sleep with someone while on a mission and not even tell me even after I came back? Everyone else seemed to know, so why didn't I? I know that were fighting, but still... I know that I'm not perfect but I tried my best to become a better person, because you loved me." The small shaky voice wafted through the air, rising in volume until it escalated in to hysterical shrieks, speaking the words that would haunt me for the rest of my life.
This is my fault, mine alone, my stupidity that caused this.
Hearing him like this, so aggrieved and sentimental pulled at my heart strings. I gathered him up in my arms, not wanting to ever let go of the fragile tempest that I knew I would break as soon as the sun rose, yet knowing I had to, for the family I thought I would never have. I share one more final sweet, tender yet bitter night with him, the last we would ever share before I exited my beautiful love's life, for what I thought would be forever.
My pregnant wife, Aiko, whom I had met at a downtown restaurant, and slept with on a whim after a fight with Hayato, and I decided to move to Namimori. She felt it best to raise our child where I grew up, whereas I wanted to go back to where everything started. After all, people have always said that if you want to fix something, you need to go back to the start, it'd be fitting that the place I'd heal would also be the place where it first became complete.
When we arrived my dad welcomed us with open arms.
Today, fifteen years later, I stand in the pitch having achieved my childhood dream of being a pro baseball player, yet despite this I felt a sense of discontent for a reason unknown to me, my fans screamed my name. I didn't care for fame, but it helped me support my growing family, I still haven't touched the money I earned from being a Vongola guardian, (it doesn't feel right) but I keep it around just in case (the kids could use it for college).
I should be happy, yet why do I feel this emptiness?
I gave the crowd an award winning smile, the same one that I use for fake pleasantries and awkward situations, knowing that they could never tell the difference. After all, if those from the Vongola couldn't tell the difference between my fake and real smiles, then, how could they.
Just keep on smiling…
The fake smile melted off my face, and was replaced with a real one as I waved to my wife of fifteen years, pregnant with our third child, our (nearly) fourteen year old daughter, Hana, and our second child, a seven year old boy, Arashi. I grew to love my wife, Aiko, as the years passed, it was hard but I got through it. The warmth I feel for her could never, and still can never, compare to the raging passion I felt for Hayato.
She could never compare…
He is often in my thoughts. I, more often than not, find myself wondering if I made the right choice, leaving them, leaving him behind, if there was no other alternative I could have taken. I wonder what my beauty is doing now, if he still years for me as I do him, or if he has someone else to hold him at night, someone to kiss his tears away and keep his nightmares at bay, as I used to do.
I was knocked back in to reality as I felt my knees being encircled by my son's plump arms. "Daddy, daddy! Lift me up!"
Looking up, I saw a faint blur of silver, the same shade as by storm's weave through the crowd towards the exit before it vanished from my view entirely, all too soon for my preference. Passing it off as a figment of my imagination, as my subconscious reminding me of how much I missed him, I smiled at my small son, knowing while I loved being a part of the Vongola, being constantly near my Hayato, it was better this way. They would always be a part of me, forever holding a part of my heart, as I would theirs, no matter that we haven't had contact in fifteen years.
That part of my life is over.
The fagmilia we once were still lives on, in our hearts. Though I would still wonder what could have been and often suffer bouts of nostalgia and pangs of yearning and heartache, I don't regret my choices, in the end, they made me the man I am today. Besides I would have rather loved the love of my life for only a fleeting time, than to never have loved him at all. Even if I feel that it is too unbearable without him by my side, even if there are times that I feel miserable at best, I know that I have made the right choice for my family, I couldn't let my children grow up without one parent, as I did.
The price of freedom is steep…
Updated on: Monday, 14th of February, 2011
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