It started with his eyes.
How it reflected the dark depths of the abyss, boundless and mysterious and untouchable. The way it shone under the starry night, eyes so dark it seemed to suck in the colors of the world, powerful and dangerous and all knowing.
Then it moved on to his mouth.
The way whispers of lies and poison slipped off his tongue like the silver of his beloved weapon, felling his targets with quiet grace and flawless destruction. The way his mouth would stretch with amusement and pull with a taunting air of superiority and confidence, his eyes glittering with death as others were pulled into his circle of gravity.
After the mouth came his hands.
The long, slender fingers that lovingly caressed the smooth surface of his gun with a fluid ease that spoke of skill and ability. The pale flicker of white when his hands swept over the brim of his treasured fedora, framing dangerously seductive eyes that sang of death and a smirk that promised devastation.
And then…
And then Tsuna learned to stop being in denial.
It was like having this strange pressure building up in his chest, crawling up his throat and getting stuck.
It was like having the words roll about his tongue, loud and proud, and having it slip through his lips in a silent whisper.
It was like limitless energy coursing through his veins, threatening to burst in a directionless supernova of uncontrolled emotions.
It was like leaving his everything in his hands, knowing that he will never understand the significance of what he had given.
It was like losing a part of himself that he'll never get back.
It was hopelessness.
It was love.
"Come, Dame-Tsuna."
Tsuna put aside his paperwork with a smile and donned his black cloak.
He was the only one brave enough to call the Vongola Decimo that nowadays.
The only one.
"Yes, Reborn."
~.~.~
My first go at writing a relationship rather than what I usually do. How'd I do?