Quick drabble to get in the mood for writing longer stuff =v=;;


Time flowed on, as it tends to do in situations you have no control over. It brings tears to his eyes to think of it, so Tsuna simply doesn't think, focusing his attention fully on the possible rather than turning back time. It has been two weeks, three days and approximately two hours since Kyoko has accepted Yamamoto's marriage proposal, and while he doesn't hold any ill feeling towards either of them, he still cannot quite bring himself to smile whole heartedly at them.

They are happy together, and this is something that does bring a smile to his face, for if two of his most beloved are spending time together in joyous bliss, what ill will could he possible bear? His heart may be torn apart, and all the parts set alight soon after, but she is still smiling and Yamamoto is the best of men. They will live a happy life together, so Tsuna will never be selfish, never beg her for last minute mistakes and hope to get enough of her in a night of passion that will rob everyone of reality.

Instead, Tsuna persists, thrives on the challenges that come with the title of Vongola Decimo, leaning on his right hand while his left runs amock with his heart. Right cradles his body, index trailing down sharp hip bones when the moon is high, thumb padding the ascent of his lips against another's, middle and remaining cupping as pinky caresses. He sits in the Right Hand Palm, and there he finds solace.