Hey, guys! I just had to finish the trilogy. This is another sister fic to This is the One and Interesting, a 5927 and D18 drabble respectively. These three are my main three pairings of Reborn so it only made sense. All three fics are done in second point of view because I felt there was no better way to do it.
Please enjoy and review!
Everyone thinks he's insane. Everyone thinks he's too loud. Everyone wants nothing to do with him. But to you, his rage-filled yells are possibly the best thing to reach your ears. You're not sure why but through all the abuse, the insults, and the glares, you still find yourself smiling at the thought of him.
You look out the window one afternoon at school and smile at the rain pattering against the window.
Its something else you share with him.
Maybe that's why?
But you know that's not true. Besides your father, no one else really understands you quite like he does. He knows exactly when to push. He knows exactly what to say. You sometimes wonder if he knows more about you than you know about yourself.
Your friends worry about you, though. When you come to school covered in bandages and bruises and you say that the both of you were just having fun… You can tell that they're starting to not believe you anymore. They warn you that soon, he might not be satisfied by your current relationship anymore.
Maybe that's why?
You know what he wants. If he would have it his way, you'd probably quit school, abandon baseball, and join him in some quest for sword mastery.
He'd probably yell at you a lot less.
But you can't give up baseball. Not even for him. He knows that. Maybe that's why he hates the sport so much? Every time you talk about baseball, his rage fills his face and even you find yourself a bit apprehensive.
But you don't see him as often as you like, now. Before, he didn't really come to Japan that often, but now, ten years later, when you thought you'd see him more often, it's the same. You're a bit let down.
You want to see him. You want to fight with him, train with him. Because he's the only one that really knows you.
He's softened up. You think this to yourself one day, listening to him give a report to your boss.
Because he's not really looking at him. He's looking at you.
It's only later that night, after calling you a fucking brat, even though you're twenty-five now, the two of you get some training done.
You feel fifteen again. You feel happy.
He looks happy too. The way he grins when sparks fly as your swords clang together, the metallic sound echoing across the forest clearing.
It is a rare sight. The smile sends chills up your spine.
Hm.
Maybe that's why?
"VOI! DON'T GET DISTRACTED!"
"Haha! Sorry! Sorry!"