[putting this here because I'm such an idiotic fanfic author as I forgot to put a disclaimer]
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN AND ITS CHARACTERS AS THEY ARE THE RIGHTFUL PROPERTY OF AKIRA AMANO. I AM SIMPLY BASING THIS STORY OFF HER WONDERFUL ONE BECAUSE imaloserwhocantthinkofherowncharacters sobs THIS STORY CONTAINS YAOI. WHAT'S YAOI? IT'S BOY/BOY. SLAAAAAASSSSHHHHHHH.yum. SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA THEN I ADVICE YOU TO LEAVE AND CONTINUE ON WITH YOUR INSIGNIFICANT LIFE (IF YOU ARE LIVING ONE ANYWAY). AND FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO... CONTINUE AND READ YOU PERF BBS ;W;
Musically Inclined | Chapter One
"Enough."
The brunette shakily said for the nth time. The dark haired tutor only sighed in exasperation—for the nth time as well. It was not easy to make Sawada Tsunayoshi come around. The boy, though in possession of exceptional talent in music production, was a pain in the neck to bring out.
His tutor examined his lithe frame with his cold calculating eyes. At first glance, an immediate description for the boy was frail. At a closer look however, one can see potential strength bubbling from within—thanks to yours truly, Reborn, of course. His lips curved upward at remembering the time when Tsuna was yet to be placed under his patronage.
When he was given the job as the young one's instructor, he thought that coming up to this point was impossible. With the constant whines, complaints and frequent 'Hiii—!'s from him, it was inevitable not to heave out a deep breath and refrain from putting a sure end to it. As the time wore on, significant changes started to be observed on his trainee.
The boy was now more outspoken in contrast to the times wherein he would not budge and give his opinions regarding a matter in the company. He was able to outlive his shyness—somewhat. Reborn had beat it out of him, making sure to book every possible slot in the world renowned Vongola Theatre of Music and Arts for Tsuna to perform. Actually, Reborn could pull the strings and give the young man the whole night to show off on stage. And who could refuse Reborn? Tsuna is the son of the president of the company and the heir to the position of CEO as he is the godson of the current head of Vongola Corp.—and a favored one at that.
And other than Reborn, who could refuse Sawada Tsunayoshi? It is highly unlikely at a first glance but the young man possessed innate talent in music composure, arrangement, performance—everything. He had it all, he wasn't just aware he had it in him even though the people around him believed that he did and were keen to push and prod him to try to bring it out. He was very charming to boot. Every part of the boy screamed adorable. And so, his closest friends who were also the heirs to the exclusive positions in the company, could not help but show a range from slight interest to avid attraction towards the young man.
A rather large intake of breath from Tsuna snapped Reborn out of his reverie. And Reborn loathed being disturbed in his train of thought so the heir received a dark glare from his tutor which in turn, resulted into another 'Hii—!' Courage filled him slowly by slowly as Reborn patiently waited for the reason of his sudden outburst of 'enough.'
"R-Reborn, I want to try different music." Tsuna confessed. Reborn can't help but feel slightly sorry for the boy before him. It wasn't the first time Tsuna begged to perform another genre. And it wasn't his fault for depriving his trainee from what he wants. Iemitsu is overly protective of his only son and feared that the department that his 'baby boy' wished to be transferred to would corrupt his 'pure angelic mind'.
And about the 'pure angelic mind,' Reborn was not kidding. Because of the restrictions put upon by his father, Reborn was not allowed to teach the Vongola heir a couple of… sensitive topics even as an overall tutor. He was allowed, however, to toughen up Tsuna's physical ability. Though it is yet to be tested in a real fight, Reborn is pretty sure the boy would be able to handle himself.
"You know Iemitsu, Tsuna. Unless you'd want to be disappointed once again of what result this will bring then proceed and plead to him. I'll have you remember that the Ninth has been informed of your vain attempts at being assigned to train for a different genre and we have yet to know of his response. Meaning, that this is not a very important matter at the moment," Reborn said to stomp on the boy's hope no matter how much he hated to do so. But it was better than to coax him out of his depressed and crushed dream state. It was a real wonder on how Tsuna did not even know how to throw a spoiled tantrum. "Can we proceed now?"
Tsuna hung his head as he let out a soft okay before he continued to perform the practice sheets with ease and perfection. The afternoon went by like that. Tsuna sung different songs with the correct notes and simultaneously playing an instrument to go along with it. Whenever he struck a note wrong by mistake he would glance fearfully at Reborn and prepare for a biting remark causing him to squeak for his life.
It was finally the end of the day when the studio helps came in to put the equipments used back to their cases to be used for another time. Reborn was making a wrap for the day and reminding the helpers of what equipment to bring out the next day when the brunette caught his attention.
"Hey, Reborn."
"What?"
"I want to make rock music."