V. 42. Yamamoto/Tsuna, Tsuna is very good at saving Yamamoto from himself
Save me
By Jote Jote
"Please..."
"..."
The blood was sliding off of both men's wrists, wetting the bandages. It was sad. Tsuna was holding tightly onto the glass, while Yamamoto was trying to get the piece of glass closer to his throat.
"Please..."
They were both pulling in opposite direction; four hands holding a piece of glass.
The blood coming from the both of them was getting mixed while it pooled in the bed sheet under them.
"Tsuna..."
Yamamoto begged Tsuna to let go, his wet eyes breaking Tsuna's heart. It was unbearable to watch Yamamoto crying. Seeing him so defenseless, so sad.
"Let go!"
"I can't..."
Tsuna's fingers were getting cut with the glass, it was painful, really painful, but that wasn't important to him.
Yamamoto was strong, and he was winning the battle. The glass kept getting closer to his throat and Tsuna didn't have the strength to stop him. He began to panic, tears appearing in his face.
"Yamamoto... NO!"
He wanted to scream, he had to scream, but he couldn't. This was his fight, the fight to save Yamamoto's life.
He had saved him once already, and was going to do it again. He had to do it!
"No! You don't..."
"My life is over, Tsuna."
"That's not true!"
Yamamoto hardened his expression, pulled strongly and the glass got a few inches closer to his throat.
"You can still play baseball!"
Yamamoto started to cry and to whisper things Tsuna couldn't understand. He felt like the most desperate guy in the planet.
"It's not just baseball!"
"Eh?"
"It's not just baseball! It's not just baseball!"
Tsuna held tightly to the glass and pulled with all his strength, his fingers were burning, it was slippery. The blood was making it all the more difficult, dripping all over the place. At any moment his hands would slip and Yamamoto would do it. He would commit suicide by cutting his throat.
"Then what is it? Tell me!"
Yamamoto whimpered and pulled the glass, which was just a few inches away from his throat.
"It's you!"
So it was that. Tsuna felt miserable. The answer was so simple and he had never thought of it.
All this was a nightmare, something that was too painful. He pulled, his fingers bleeding and the glass stuck into them.
"I can't fight! I'm useless to you! I won't stay by your side!"
Those words seemed difficult for Yamamoto to say, his arms stopped pulling, and Tsuna took the glass from his hands and threw it away. Yamamoto broke down, and Tsuna held him in his arms, trying to stop his weeping.
"Everything is ok. Don't cry."
Yamamoto cried on Tsuna's shoulder while strongly hugging him. He was looking for affection, affection he had never asked of anyone else, even though he was dying to get it.
He was always hiding behind a mask that prevented him from telling what he felt.
Tsuna caressed Yamamoto's head. Their hands were destroyed, covered in blood, but at least Yamamoto was alive. Yeah, he was alive and the fight to the recovery of his legs was only beginning.