So, this is my first songfic and I'm not even sure if I did it right.
This is made mostly to make up for the depressing circumstance of I'll Be Back Soon (look forward to it!)—which means this fic is a fluffy, family fic. Hey, I like fluffy stories too.
Since 'Mirai no Oozora e' was released after the Final Future Battle (I think), this story is of a timeline/future without the havoc Millefiore caused, but minus the Shimon (which is the arc next to the Future Arc). Therefore, mostly Tsuna and his family in the future (not exactly 10 years later though, but within that time span), though I only included/gave talking parts to the people who sang Mirai no Oozora e. Also, there is no specific order in the events of this songfic, but some of them are related to each other.
This thing was inspired by different things (like other anime, other fanfics, my own experiences with friends).
I might do more songfics for KHR!—if I get the right ideas and inspiration.
Oh well.
As last notice, I recommend you read this with the song playing, and use your imagination! Our flame never goes out!
ENJOY!~
Mirai no Oozora e
If you are in a discouraging time,
Reach out your hands high in the sky.
"So we're really going to live here, huh…" Tsuna looked around his room, as splendidly (if not more) adorned and decorated as all the rooms he'd seen before.
"Yes, so you better get used to it, Tsuna," Reborn then smirked, "And enjoy it while you can. I'll give you two days, and then the lot of you will resume training."
"Already?"
"Of course. Your Inheritance Ceremony is two months away after all. Also, you're 18 years old already, so stop whining like a 13-year old. Good night," the Arcobaleno tipped his hat and strutted out of the room.
"Good night, Reborn-san." "Good night, kid."
"Ugh, Reborn…" Tsuna huffed, collapsing into his (too-ostentatious, in his opinion) new bed, "He just had to do that."
"Jyuudaime, why don't we take Reborn-san's suggestion? There are spots in the estate good for stargazing. The skies are clear too, and the moon is not too bright—I think there was a telescope in the library."
"Oh, that's a good idea, Gokudera!"
Tsuna sat up, "Then let's go with everyone."
"I'll fetch the telescope, Jyuudaime."
"Yamamoto and I will call everyone—though it is a late… Let's meet at the… was that the front door?"
If you can't do anything alone,
Gather at everyone's best place.
"Wah, Gokudera-kun, you're right," Tsuna looked up from the telescope, "This is beautiful!"
"Right?" Gokudera grinned at his Boss' praise, while the kids began chanting, "Me too; let me see too!"
"I wish Kyoko can see this too to the extreme!"
Everyone was invited (including Hibari, with much quaking on Tsuna's part and an unexpected agreement in the form of attendance as Kyouya's reply), but they did not dare disturb Reborn further. Snacks were brought out of the kitchen pantry by Lambo and I-pin (how they managed to find that place after just having arrived, Tsuna did not know). Chrome, helped by Fuuta, laid out two blankets (asked from the maids) on the grass.
"Boss… we—we could all lie down to see the stars better…"
"Ah, thanks, Chrome."
"Jyuudaime, please go first."
"A—ah, alright."
Tsuna took the place in the center to give everyone a place in turn, and after that, everything went like it was the natural course of things.
The Storm took his right; the Rain, his left. The Sun decided it best to be by the Storm, and there commenced a hushed yelling battle. The Mist found a spot next to the Rain, and they had good conversation partners in each other. This calm attracted the kids, and that was that. Though the Cloud didn't pitch himself in on this one, Tsuna could feel his presence somewhere nearby.
And at the middle of it all, the Sky was smiling.
When they'd all settled down, Hayato began pointing at the constellations of the Northern Hemisphere: Cancer, Canis Minor, Puppis ("Oh, it looks like a paper crane," said Yamamoto)…
They didn't notice that every one of them fell asleep eventually under the canopy of lights.
They only knew when Reborn pulled a heavy blanket off of them (who put that blanket on them, they never found out, though Tsuna had a good guess that it was his Cloud Guardian) then poured ice-cold water over all of them when dawn came the next day.
Suddenly, clouds flow,
Rain started to fall.
"Oi Lambo, go back inside and dry yourself this instant!" called Tsuna from just outside the Mansion back door, underneath a black umbrella, "It's autumn already, for crying out loud; you'll catch a cold!"
"Lambo, listen!" added I-pin, holding her own red-and-white umbrella and a pristine blue towel.
Lambo obediently headed toward them, only to jump into a puddle that had formed near them, stick out his tongue like he was still a 5-year old (he was 10 going on 11), and say, "No way~" after which he promptly ran back to the vast gardens, sniggering while playing in the rain.
I-pin, drenched to her waist because of what Lambo pulled off, dropped umbrella and towel, and proceeded to chase the other angrily through the maze of low bushes and autumn flowers.
Tsuna, sighing, picked up and folded both abandoned items, and went back inside.
Two hours later, in one of the lounges in the Mansion, a boy and a girl sat shivering in their white robes, both intermittently sneezing; Tsuna hovering about them drying their heads with towels, murmuring, "What did I tell you?!"; Gokudera helping his Boss and mumbling, "I expected this much from the Stupid Cow, but you too, I-pin?"; Yamamoto and Chrome bringing in bowls of hot porridge and water from the kitchen, and Fuuta medicine from the resident doctor.
Come to the place where the rainbow is from.
Hearts linking to seven Rings.
"Boss.. a rainbow…"
"Eh—Ah…"
A light drizzle had blessed the world that day, and as another gift, it hung a bow in the sky.
It was a sight to look at, especially from the office of a certain letter-writing-harassed Sawada Tsunayoshi, who stood up to admire the arc by the window with his Mist Guardian.
Better yet—like the fabled treasure at the end of a rainbow—out of a car that had just stopped at the driveway, disembarked the rest of his friends.
Opening the window, Tsuna called out, "Everyone, you're back! Okaeri!"
"Tadaima, Jyuudaime!" "Yo, Tsuna—tadaima!" "Tadaima, Sawada!" "Tadaima, Vongola." "Sawada Tsunayoshi…"
"Come on in, all of you—you too, Hibari-san; you're all just in time for lunch!"
Your smile, my smile,
Looking for the page to be drawn.
At first, Tsuna agreed to the trip when it was brought up during dinner.
Why wouldn't he? The last time they went, he was stuck doing 'admission requirements' while the rest of them enjoyed their time.
So, yes, it was with his complete approval when they went there.
He only started regretting it when they were already seated.
Why are they even screaming? he remembered thinking back when they were next in line for the ride, It doesn't look too high.
Besides, he's spent much of his life (since Reborn came) flying with the X-Gloves at this point.
He didn't know that a couple of minutes later, he'd think, I have never been so wrong in my life.
The amusement park: Mafia Land.
The place were mafioso are free to be child-like souls—
The attraction name: Davy Jones' Hate
—and yet Tsuna felt like his soul was leaving his body already.
Oh yes, it was the pirate-ship-that-swings-like-a-pendulum kind of ride.
No seatbelts; just a bar in front of you in which you'll stake your life.
He also regretted that he'd let Gokudera encourage all of them to take the 'best seats'—the seats at the end of the ship.
"WE'RE FLYING—FLYING!" Lambo was yelling at the top of his lungs; I-pin had a death grip on the bar; Fuuta had a death grip on the bar and on I-pin's arm, but the boy was laughing.
Kyoko and Haru were crying—no—squealing and giggling.
Chrome was—well, no sound came from her, just a faint smile gracing her lips.
"Sawada-dono, are you alright? If you are feeling faint, we can always try a gentler ride next..."
"OF COURSE, HE'S ALRIGHT. ALSO, THIS RIDE IS EXTREME! LET'S HAVE ANOTHER GO LATER, SAWADA!"
"This is my first time riding this—and it is fun! Tsuna, let's definitely have another go!"
"Let's, Jyuudaime!"
We're not even done with this round and you want to have another? We're not even done with this round and yet I already feel like dying! is what he would have answered if he wasn't too busy trying to crush the steel bar in front of him with his bare hands and laboring to shove his soul back where it belongs.
Even fighting, even being different,
Missed days running for one's life.
HOW IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?! Tsuna screamed internally as he ran through the now-more-or-less familiar halls of the Mansion, shrieking, "HIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!" all the way, followed closely by a laughing Yamamoto (How can he not be breathless running and laughing like that?!) and a fist-pumping Ryohei.
Tsuna didn't know when, why or how it happened, but it involved Tsuna's morning stroll in the gardens, a prank on Tsuna, a pair of water guns, and a misfire on Ryohei's part.
What he did know was that, hot on their heels, there was one Hibird, one Roll, and one Hibari Kyouya with his tonfas out.
"THIS IS EXTREME RUNNING!"
"Haha! It's been a long time since we've done this!"
"THIS ISN'T IN THE LIST OF NOSTALGIC THINGS TO DO, YAMAMOTO—HIIIIIEEEEE!" he screeched as a chain (from Hibari's tonfas) whooshed past him on his right.
"It isn't? It does feel nostalgic though!"
"Stop running, herbivores."
"It was an accident, Hibari-san!" And it wasn't even my fault!
"I'll bite you all to death."
"HIIIIIEEEEE THAT'S EXACTLY WHY WE CAN'T STOP RUNNING!"
How much time has passed?
Treasures glowing from our hearts.
The important family hums the melody.
It took a hollering plus cymbal-clashing from Ryohei, a monotonous harmonica playing from Yamamoto, and a dissonant maraca beat from Lambo to convince Gokudera Hayato to show "them tone-deaf idiots" what "real music" sounds like.
With a huff, and a "Listen to this, you hopeless lot," he played the piano in the Mansion's grand ballroom.
What he never really understood was that, after playing, he looked up and saw that his audience had multiplied; aside from the 'tone-deaf idiots', there was the Mansion staff, the Kyuudaime and Jyuudaime, the rest of the Guardians, the children—all of them full of applause and compliments.
Timoteo even went as far as ask him to play for the next mafia gathering, and Bianchi immediately promising to bake him cookies ("No, Aneki, I'll be fine without the cookies, thank you," Gokudera had told his sister).
Tsuna put a check beside ask Yamamoto, Onii-san and Lambo to play music in his mental list of Ways to Make Gokudera-kun Play the Piano, and contemplates whether tell him his piano-playing will save the world will be good to test out next, or offer his piano-playing to his mother's soul will be better.
Lightning also shines in the dark.
Take a deep breath!
Let us calmly endure the tears!
"What happened this time?" Tsuna groaned, looking straight at a scrape-peppered, bruise-dotted, wailing Lambo getting treated by Ryohei's Sun Flames.
"He came in with leaves and dust clinging to him," the older man reported.
"The cow man fell through a trap along the estate perimeter, Boss," Chrome answered for the pathetic mess.
Wait—aren't those traps filled with a choice of rattlesnakes, meter-high spikes or lye (to name a few)?!
"Hmm… security must be getting lax," remarked Reborn, stroking his tiny chin, "Leaving one hole open like that."
"Open"? You meant "doesn't-contain-death," didn't you—
Tsuna narrowed his eyes at his beloved tutor, "It's your fault he fell in, isn't it, Reborn?"
Reborn merely looked up at him with I'm-innocent eyes.
Honestly communicated to them:
Try again! No matter how many times you fall, stand up again!
"Seriously, how much more idiotic can you get, Baseball Idiot?!"
"Well..."
"Gokudera-kun, that's—"
"Way to talk, Baka-dera! You're far worse!"
"Don't extremely pile the blame on Yamamoto!"
"Lambo! Onii-san!"
"Kufufufu, I'd side with Yamamoto Takeshi on this one. Also, if I remember," Mukuro turned to the person in front of him, "You have a fault in this one too."
"Why you... " Hibari growled, "I'll bite you death for—"
A loud bang was heard as Tsuna slammed his hands on the hardwood table, ringing like a gunshot in the hall, "STOP IT, ALL OF YOU!"
All of them sat stock still, with the exception of his Mist and Cloud Guardians—which he expected already.
Beside him, Reborn sat back in his mini Art deco club chair, enjoying a cup of espresso—like one might revel in fireworks.
"What are you all, children?! Can't you act like decent adult humans to settle your arguments?!"
"Kufufufu, here he goes—"
"Mukuro, if you're just here to rile everyone up, then get the hell out of Chrome's body!"
"Oya, oya, Tsunayoshi—"
"Mukuro!"
The illusionist raised both hands in the air, but still grinning, "Fine," and he disappeared in a fine mist.
Hibari tsked in annoyance as Chrome reappeared in his enemy's stead.
"So, somebody tell me calmly what happened... Chrome?"
"B—Boss..."
"Go ahead."
Under Tsuna's order, Chrome told the story of a string of accidents and temper flares. Ryohei tripped on Lambo who was for some reason sleeping in the corridor, making the Sun Guardian fall over Yamamoto and for them both to bump into Gokudera, who was carrying a stack of documents to Tsuna's office. They began quarrelling among each (as usual), and then Hibari happened to pass by and so started to hunt them down for crowding (as usual)—thus destroying antiques, furniture, walls, doors, windows... you name it (as usual).
"Thank you, Chrome," Tsuna smiled, "If you'd like to leave, you may do so now."
"Thank you, Boss."
When the door closed behind the girl, Tsuna turned back to the rest, "So... you know you were all at fault."
"Hai..."
Hibari tsked again.
"So, all these have to go out of your paychecks."
Everyone groaned; even Hibari looked a little bit crestfallen.
"And, you all clean the halls. I've asked the servants not to move anything, so enjoy your time."
More groaning.
"And for the rest of the week, you will feel a little bit of how it is to be straightening up the wreckage you all so kindly make on a regular basis—which means you will replace the staff in tidying your rooms and the Mansion."
Still more groaning.
"Also, you all handle the paperwork regarding that. You don't need me to take care of your mess since you're all proper adults, right? Reborn?"
"Yes, Tsuna?"
"Please make sure none of them escape punishment, okay? No exceptions."
"Sure."
"Thank you," Tsuna nodded to his tutor, and made to exit the room, calling over his shoulder with a honey-sweet smile, "Well, have a nice day."
The raising storm,
The shining sunshine,
"Jyuudaime, we brought this boar for you!"
"Woah, it's extremely angry though!"
"WHERE'D YOU EVEN GET THAT?!"
From his 3rd floor bedroom balcony, Tsuna watched in horror as both Guardians ran in circles in what used to be the gardens (and Tsuna loved that garden too—he would have to order plants again), chased by a humongous wild boar (about x10 the mass of the usual boar, armed with tusks the length of an elephant's).
"From Gran Sasso d'Italia, Jyuudaime! Reborn-san said it's bound to be tasty, perfect for—"
"Extremely delicious food for your birthday! We went out extremely early to get it!"
"Don't beat me to it, Turf-head!"
"You're just slow, Octopus-head!"
"YOU WERE TRICKED—AND I DIDN'T ASK FOR IT!"
"Anything for you, Jyuudaime!"
"Octopus-head is extremely right, Sawada!"
At that time, around the corner of the Mansion, came Takeshi.
"Yamamoto—WHAT IS THAT?!"
"Yo, Tsuna!" Takeshi waved, then looked briefly at the thing he was dragging to the back door, which was nearer to the kitchen, "It's your birthday gift from me."
"A GIANT SQUID?!"
"I asked Squalo for help on this one—he left already though! Haha~"
Hidden in the mist of future,
It continues to that sky.
Tsuna almost dropped his teacup when he opened a door, and found there in the corridor a fighting mess of Hibari Kyouya and Rokudo Mukuro.
Almost.
What's probably more surprising was that they haven't destroyed anything yet—from what Tsuna can see based on where they came from.
"Mukuro, you're back?"
"Kufufufu, as you can see, Sawada Tsunayoshi."
"Your report?"
"My beloved Chrome will turn it in later, as this man kindly intercepted me on the way."
"Hibari-san, yours?"
"I don't have time for that, herbivore."
"Of course you do. You have time to spar."
"Hnn…"
"Anyway, I need those reports. And just don't break stuff."
"Kufufufufufu~ Can't guarantee that, Decimo."
After setting down his teacup on a hallway table next to a miniature replica of the The Thinker, Tsuna opened the nearest window.
Both Cloud and Mist Guardians didn't see a HDW Tsuna coming, grab them both by their collars like cats, (and they were so astounded to react) take them out of the Mansion through the window, and dump them in the nearest thickly wooded forest outside of the estate.
What kind of dream? What kind of miracle?
I wonder what is waiting to face us.
"Yamamoto, no matter how you look at it, we're going too fast!"
"Haha, just relax, Tsuna! You're overreacting."
Indeed, even with the graphene-reinforced helmet and pads, Tsuna held on around his friend's waist like it was his lifeline.
"I AM NOT! I am just stating a fact!"
"Look, we're just running at 125 kph—the speed limit for highways is 130 kph—so we're not speeding!" his Guardian laughed, then revved the brick red custom Ducati 1098R, "Besides, they told me to bring you over quick."
"Where?! To my death?!"
"To the beach, silly! We're having a party!"
And after what Tsuna thought was forever, they arrived at said reserved-for-a-day (interesting what money can do) white-sand cove at the Anzio coast.
First thing Tsuna did: collapse on the sand like a fish out of water, muttering, "Not going to ride with Yamamoto again…" and "Whose idea was this?"
Turned out, it was Reborn's idea—he even said, "Didn't that ride start-up the excitement in you?"
It was a modest gathering—no overly fancy drinks and foods—but as most of (what Tsuna considered as) the 'core' family of the Vongola were all there, it was a rather sizeable group.
There were a couple of grills manned by Lambo and Gokudera, a makeshift sushi bar now managed by Yamamoto, and a refreshment and desserts table ran by Kyoko, Haru, I-pin and Fuuta. Under the colourful beach umbrellas were Reborn (in what he supposed was his lifeguard cosplay), Timoteo and his Guardians, Dino and Chrome. Ryohei was out in the sea swimming. Squalo, Belphegor and Mammon were busy (not) killing each other in the surf, while Lussuria stood nearby under a parasol, acting very much like a mother watching her children (Wow. I don't know which to be amazed at—the person who invited them [I would take it that that person also invited Xanxus and Levi to come… but knowing those two—yep, these people are the ones more likely to come.], or the fact that they even came.).
It was very obvious who planned the event—as if the people at the booths weren't an explanation—so he didn't need ask; he was happy enough as it is to take a break and spend time with this family.
Ending: Beach volleyball became very deadly (bomb hidden in the ball, motion-sensitive net, etc) for all participants (Squalo, Belphegor, Mammon and Lussuria vs Tsuna, Gokudera, Yamamoto and Ryohei), but the Nono and his Guardians looked like they were witnessing an ordinary game and were thus having fun. Fortunately, there were no casualties.
Even I can't see it, even I don't know about it,
Surely it will be tumultuous story.
"Jyuudaime, you're almost there—about 2 inches to the right!"
How accurate...
"Tsuna, move your arms like this—dah!—then bring it down like this—bam!"
I can't even see what you're doing, Yamamoto!
"Sawada, just smash it with all you've got!"
It doesn't matter if it doesn't hit!
"Tsu-kun, you've only got 1 minute left!"
"Tsuna-san, do your best!"
Ugh, why do I have to do this anyway—
True enough, but all the others have tried and failed (due to normally impossible circumstances if Reborn and his insane plans aren't involved).
Examples: Yamamoto tripped on a bamboo shoot, Ryohei almost got swallowed by a monstrous cicada, Lambo almost got taken away by a condor—
Tsuna doesn't even want to think how those happened.
Fine... 2 inches to the right, dah!
He lifted the stick.
Hit it with all I've got, bam!
And bam! indeed went the poor watermelon, smashed to pieces on the mat.
"YAY!" whooped everyone, but a whistle interrupted their celebrations.
Tsuna whipped around to see Reborn in a yukata, holding the whistle-Leon.
"Ah, this watermelon is not quite ripe yet. That's against the rules."
"THERE WERE RULES?!"
"Yes, Sawada-dono. Established by the Japan Suika-Wari Association."
"Are you sure you weren't fooled again, Basil-kun?"
"Also, you broke it in ugly, unequal parts," Reborn points at the split fruit, "That's a bad break."
"WHAT—"
"Therefore, everyone gets a watermelon, except Tsuna."
"WHY—"
"Because as a judge, my evaluation is valid as I have already eaten 15 watermelons this year."
Tsuna, realizing that he's not going to win the argument no matter what angle he used nor how hard he tried, took to crawling into a ball in the grass, wishing someone would give him the same fate as he did the watermelon.
Even if it's far away,
If you look back at the wind,
The best family will be close by.
"Achoo!"
"Jyuudaime!"
"Gokudera-kun, for the nth time, I'm fine—except for the cold… or flu… whatever it is, and no, we don't need to call Dr. Shamal," Tsuna sniffed, snuggling deeper into the blanket cocoon his right-hand man made for him and proceeding to rattle on the lines he'd been repeating since his friends first knew he was sick, "Yamamoto, I just drank a glass of water a while ago; put that down. Lambo, I've also just taken paracetamol an hour ago—I won't need one for the next 3 hours, so don't puncture that packet. Onii-san, I've already told you jogging outside in the middle of winter won't help me. Chrome, thank you for the blankets, but I think I have enough. Hello, Hibird—you can return to Hibari-san, really."
Everyone relaxed into each of their seats as they were told.
"And won't it be best if you stayed away from me while I'm sick?" he tried again for the nth time to get them out of his room, "I don't want you to catch it."
"Unacceptable, Jyuudaime."
"We have a lot of free time too, Tsuna."
"We'll extremely guard you while you're sick, so focus you energy to getting well!"
"I don't have anyone to play with while I-pin is out."
"I'm worried for Boss…"
Oh well, I tried.
Tsuna's only consolation was that his friends were taking care of him like his mother would have, and that he will be unbothered again until the next time he sneezes.
All of the things, all of the people,
Supported my living.
It's one of those worst-days-ever for the Vongola Decimo, and the whole Mansion knew it; nobody dared cross him further than he already was.
The last thing the haggard person wanted was for his own Guardian—yes, his own Guardian—to hurl cake at him at the dining table.
Everyone saw who sent the pastry flying (for everyone in the Mansion was accustomed to ambushes, their sharpness was unparalleled), everyone saw the confection take to the air, everyone saw the lump hit the Boss square in the face.
All held their breath—from the Guardians seated at the table, the servants attending to their meal, the security along the walls—and one regret echoed in their minds: Why did I not stop that?
Needless to say, they were all very much prepared to vacate the room (especially the youngest Guardian who sat quivering in his seat as he realized too late what he had done) when the Boss stood up and scooped up the cake stand in front of him in one fluid motion, as he approached the culprit and hissed, "You asked for it, so I'll make the next move."
What they didn't expect was for Tsuna to start cake-slinging his Guardians himself—not excluding his 'strongest' (for it was one of those rare days he came to have a meal with the others), laughing as he did it—then proceeding to flee the dining hall.
Said targets sat dumbfounded, icing running down their faces, for a good 5 minutes before recovering.
It took them another minute discussing among themselves the implication of their Boss' words and his sanity.
And another minute to finally get it.
Ah, he was starting a food fight?
Therefore, servants and security had to leave either way when the Guardians—with Hibari stalking at the head of the group—began gathering up the food and began the hunting party for their Boss.
Results: a mess was made in the corridors, something which the Vongola Nono and his scandalized Guardians walked into; Reborn took knowledge of the circumstances; the 10th Generation Guardians were made to clean the whole Mansion as punishment (Hibari still included—the man vowing to bite the Boss to death next time they meet); Tsuna somehow made it out alive (clean and bruise-less and free from the punishment) and resumed his schedule (a bit merrily) the next day.
Each difference, unlimited power,
Immeasurable target of hope.
"A horse? I don't know how to ride a horse (I haven't even mastered a bicycle yet and you give me a horse?)... and isn't this expensive? I should refuse..."
Said horse was an Arabian chestnut with a star on its brow; its reins were in the trusty hands of Romario.
"Well, an Arabian breed horse costs—anyway, don't mind it! Think of it as a gift from an older brother to a younger brother, right, Romario?"
The old man smiled and nodded.
"Alternatively, you can see it as a bribe from the Cavallone Famiglia for the Vongola, if you will."
"It's not that way, Reborn!" Dino turned back to Tsuna, "Don't listen to him, Tsuna. And if you're worrying about a tutor on equestrianism, I can be your teacher."
"You know, Tsuna, I really think the Cavallone Boss is about to ask for a huge favor. See how he's being over-indulgent? You should learn these things."
"Don't talk like I'm not even here, Reborn! And no, I am not about to ask a huge favor!"
"Reborn... what are you aiming at?"
That's it! No matter what,
It's all right! Facing to the
Cycling seasons with family.
Who knew the Vongola would own a ski resort?
Nobody knew, until Reborn told them (though it wasn't really surprising that the Vongola would have a ski resort); it was at Breuil-Cervinia.
It was a fine winter day, the Matterhorn a magnificent sight to behold, and there was nice snow cover from the snow fall the night before—perfect conditions for skiing or tobogganing or just enjoying the view.
Tsuna honestly preferred the last two options.
Why?
Hibari has taken to reading in his room (or so Reborn told him); Chrome, Lambo and I-pin took up sledging the slopes; while Fuuta joined Gokudera, Yamamoto and Ryohei for skiing.
Tsuna didn't want to ski, but Reborn put him into it anyway.
"Try everything once before you die," his tutor said.
So they were now at the top of the slope, getting taught by Gokudera.
"Next, the basic posture. Bend your knees, lean forward a little bit—hold the poles at your sides, like this..."
And so on.
By the end of the lecture and their first try, Yamamoto was skiing well enough (maybe even better than Gokudera, the more experienced one); Fuuta was good at it, though with a few mistakes; Ryohei was rolling off the slope, a pole missing; and while Tsuna was hesitating at the top, Reborn kicked him from behind and sent him hurtling down a black diamond trail.
Somehow, he survived, and therefore—due to the difficulty of the trail he just came out of—fared better than the rest of them (who only took the green circle trail).
"Good instincts and fast learning, Tsuna," lauded the Sun Arcobaleno.
"YOU PRACTICALLY PUSHED ME OFF A CLIFF AND I COULD HAVE DIED! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT SO CALMLY, REBORN?!"
"But did you die?"
Your smile, my smile,
Looking for the page to be drawn.
"Jyuudaime…?"
"Yes?"
"You're drawing…?"
"Yes."
"Tsuna…?"
"Yes?"
Yamamoto pointed at the cream-colored paper Tsuna was drawing on, and all the other sheets under it, "Aren't those the letters we're supposed to send out to the other families? For the gathering next week?"
"You idiot, can't you say it a little bit more gently?!"
"Well, the sooner we say it, the sooner he can start rewritin—"
"Oh, just shut it!" Gokudera hissed back.
Tsuna looked puzzled for a moment, staring blankly straight at his Rain and Storm Guardians, then looked—slowly, slowly—down on the pile in front of him, and at the identical hills around him.
All of which were full of doodles and scribbles.
His doodles and scribbles, using his fountain pen.
"Tsuna, don't tell us... that you didn't notice? You were writing those for days—"
"Ugh, Yamamoto, I told you to shut it, didn't I? Jyuudaime, we'll help you, so don't worry about it too much—those families should still be honored to receive an invite from the Vongola!"
It took all of Tsuna's heart, mind and soul to keep himself from crying over his brilliant flash of creative stupidity.
Even fighting, even being different,
Missed days running for one's life.
Never has this brand of horror struck deep into Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart as during this once-a-month, unpredictably-scheduled day.
Worse, during this day, he's all alone to fight or fly—not one of his friends will be willing to intervene for his sake.
Of course, why would they? A hellhound is chasing me to my death.
Actually, he preferred that they stayed out of it.
"I TOLD YOU, REBORN—I AM NOT ACCEPTING THOSE PROPOSALS!"
A shot fired from pistol-Leon.
"But you must understand that you need to have an heir—"
"I AM TOO YOUNG FOR THAT—"
Another shot.
"Actually, for a mafia boss—for a Vongola Boss—it's not really that early—"
"YOU THINK I CARE—"
Yet another shot.
"You'd need to train your heir as soon as possibl—"
"NO! NO! NO! THERE CAN BE OTHER POSSIBLE CANDIDATES IN THE FUTURE ANYWAY—"
One more shot.
"But only an heir of your blood can continue the good legacy of your name. If you'd just propose to Sasagawa Kyoko already—"
"REBORN, I'D RATHER YOU KILL ME NOW THAN HAVE THIS KIND OF CONVERSATIO—"
"Are you sure about that?"
Oh sh—
How much time has passed?
Treasures glowing from our hearts.
The important family hums the melody.
THERE, I TRIED!
Clarifications/FYI:
"Davy Jones' Hate" is a name I got from a pirate ship name generator online HAHAHAHA
The places with Italian names (Gran Sasso d'Italia, Anzio, Breuil-Cervinia, Matterhorn) are real places. Check them out. But as I am not an Italian citizen, I do not know the specifics of each place and resorted to imagining what it's like to be there.
The speed limit Yamamoto mentions is the speed limit on highways in Italy (or so Wikipedia says *gets shot*).
Ducati 1098R is one of the fastest motorcycles (or so my quick Internet search said) there is, and I chose it because it looks like the motorcycle TYL Yamamoto was shown using (or used) in a KHR! Calendar. You can look for it at minitokyo if you like. Also because it (supposedly) can go at and beyond the speed limit Yamamoto mentions.
Ryohei swimming in the sea (or just swimming) is... well, find the episode where Gokudera, Yamamoto, Ryohei and Reborn try to teach Tsuna how to swim.
The series of unfortunate event during the watermelon smashing is from Noragami's OVA, where Yato possesses Hiyori's body.
Yes, there WAS a Japan Suika-Wari Association, and yes, they made the rules for watermelon smashing (some of which were mentioned by Reborn).
The Arabian breed horse is considered (one of) the most ancient breed there is, and are highly prized. Try searching for it.
A green circle trail is one of the easiests trails there is in a ski resort (or so my wikiHow search says hahaha *gets shot*), and a black diamond trail is considered for very experienced skiers only (wikiHow says there have been people known to have died trying out the black diamond trail, so Tsuna's "I could have died" is legit).
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