Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or any of its characters.
AN: Hello! This work is a short two-shot fic I've been wanting to write for a while now. The second chapter will be in a format I've only done once before- written as a song fic! Based off the Vocaloid song: Soleil by Kagamine Rin and Len. Check it out if you've the time. It's really good.
Sweat dribbles down from his forehead, traveling south as they drop off his chin. Ryohei has his fists clenched into a fighting stance and he punches as though the sand-filled bag before him is the one that brings extreme sorrow into his heart.
The lights of his gym doesn't flicker the way the Flames in his eyes do. If they did, however, Ryohei thinks that it will make his current state of mind even more dramatic to the extreme. It is another kind of tension he isn't ready to handle. Not now.
He punches once, letting the bright red bag swing forward. When it returns, he gives it a kick, rotating his body and allowing momentum to steer the power behind it. Just the way Lussuria taught him. Seeing the bag dent with a loud echo eases the tight coils in his shoulders, if only a little.
He is extremely upset and frustrated to the extreme. Tsuna doesn't have to do what he's going to. There must be a way around Death. Ryohei will not believe otherwise; his extreme little brother is worth more than letting petty mistakes dictate their lives.
People normally excuse him because he lives his life to the extreme. They don't take the loud, boisterous one seriously and sometimes, it makes the Sun wants to yell louder than he already does on a daily basis to have them see.
See and understand that he is more than what they simply assume he is as a person. Ryohei remembers longing for people to understand that his volume doesn't equate to immaturity. That his passion burns brightly but the flames do not run on rotten wood.
At some point of time, Ryohei found solace in Kyoya's understanding. The prefect expresses his acknowledgement of him with a harsh attitude and Ryohei doesn't mind- seeing it as an extreme form of friendship in a way- because in the end, Kyoya is one of the rare people that doesn't just brush off whatever he says if it went over a certain decibel.
The prefect listens and it is everything Ryohei can ever ask for.
Take it as well he may have, Ryohei has thought that it will also do much good to have reinforcement that felt a little more… extremely positive.
Tsuna's the one who gives him that, so Ryohei will always be grateful- because his little brother is Kyoya (everything) and more. The Sky understands Ryohei's Sun in a way that no one has ever bothered to before. Not even his extreme little sister.
With the way Tsuna casually, fondly, smiles when he shouts at the top of his lungs to match his enthusiasm. Contrary to popular belief, Ryohei knows how he is irritating to some, and outright deafening to others. His Sky however, understands despite his own opinion on an inside voice; Ryohei loves the little consideration and acceptance to his personality. He loves it to the EXTREME.
It is only one of the many extremely good reasons why Ryohei wants to stop Tsuna from jumping off the proverbial cliff without telling anyone save for him and the spy. Their Sky deserves more than having to clean up after his and their mistakes with a dustpan and a finely-toothed brush.
Besides, Ryohei somehow just knows that the plan will become extremely unextreme is because of the soul-bound tattoo of being a Sun branded into his very Will.
As the Healer and guiding light, people tend to forget that the Sun is an overseer and a vital constant in the Sky.
Unlike the raging Storm who passes borders, eradicating all that stands in its way, they are always present. Lasting longer than even lengthy Rains, they exist brightly with waves of heat stronger than the quick flashes of Lightning.
They accompany the Cloud as it drifts, and will always maintains a steady stream of warmth if the Mist is ever blown away by the wayward wind.
Perhaps the knowledge is there, within any kind of circle however subconscious. Ryohei thinks It is very extreme how the influence snakes so deep that people get it and don't all at once.
(Allowed near the necks of their Elements, it is the Sun that is trusted to heal rather than kill, aren't they?)
He's worked most of his life for it, but Ryohei has become the Sun that looks over from even beyond the Sky. The plan will not work because Tsuna has trusted him enough to express his trust in the form of memories and words.
Ryohei is aware of everyone's stories and therefore their reactions to it in the aftermath. They've always said it is him to get the bigger, more important picture, after all.
Tsuna's a proper Sky, so he treats Ryohei like a Sun first and big brother second; both the positions scuttle extremely close in proximity with each other, but Ryohei has become a confidant of sorts, indulged in with the Sky's heart that Hayato will never get until he discards the notion of a Boss that can do very little wrongs.
Tsuna's full of mistakes, Ryohei comes to understand over the ten years they've been a family together. He's the one who soothes the crying boy with soft flames and an even softer voice, after all.
The boxer lands another kick on the sand bag, surprisingly fond of them despite his love using his fists; it explodes satisfyingly without any Flames to aggravate the blow.
Ryohei is panting by the end of his little stress relief session. He wipes off the sheen of sweat from the neck above with a white towel hanging from a wooden chair by the side. The boxer takes a seat with a large sigh. Then, he is chugging mouthfuls of water with the urgency of a thrice damned fish turned humanoid.
There is still an instinctive knowing in Ryohei's heart. The swell of worry burning through his values like acid. He is loud, but the man does not go around shouting secrets that aren't his to tell.
They will take It extremely badly, little brother.
For some reason, one of Kyoko's favourite lullabies come to mind. It has Ryohei nodding off through the exhaustion when the girl's humming reaches his ears through several doors in their homes.
It's probably a recording on the shelf in the corridor, but Ryohei is too busy dreaming of a dim future to check out why it's there in the first place. 'A God of Death with sorrowful eyes speaks,' goes the first line.
'Are you the one who will save me?'