"How the hell did you fuck this up?"
Things fly across the table; caused by hands that belong to him – but not. He sighs, "I didn't do anything."
"Exactly!" his voice hisses at him as his eyes glare at him like he'll miraculously combust into flames. Which is something that he is completely capable of. "You didn't do anything! And look what happened!" He gestures – his arms flying out.
His head hurts. "So, there are a few changes-" he's starting to concede when he's interrupted by himself again.
"A few that have changed everything." It's icy and if he was a lesser man he would have shivered with the ice crawling up the wall. But he isn't. He's equal.
"Say what you want but there's balance here."
"Barely."
"Yours has an absent father, an air-headed mother, sticks for legs, and bullies for days." He raises an eyebrow, "You can't deny that mine is better."
He sneers, and that look is all so familiar, "Things work out in the end."
"In the end," it's the first time he's raised his voice, but the same voice had been raised earlier. Ice crawls up the walls because of him now, "The end game for yours is generations after."
"Like yours can solve it in one!"
He smirks, "He will."
"By leaving him in the hands of his enemy?"
"He'll never become an enemy."
There's a snarl and he knows how animalistic he can make it, "I hope your Tsunayoshi Sawada destroys the tri-ni-sette the moment he gets the ring."
He smiles, smug, "There's no Sawada Tsunayoshi here. Just Tsunayoshi Gesso."
In one world Tsunayoshi grows up under a neglectful family and hardships and makes relations with people associated with death by force.
In another, Tsunayoshi grows up under a loving and caring father and uncle and welcomes those touched by death with open arms.
He looked at all the people in that room, their tears and their smiles merging together as one, and at the care they all had for him, as if he was worth something great. – Grace Curley
In a conversation years ago on the back of a bus I accidentally sent my friend a text with a typo that said something along the lines of "Byakuran as Tsuna's dad". That stemmed to create a fanfiction that ultimately went no where because I hated where it had gone. But people liked the concept - liked some parts of the story I had created without a vision.
I have a clearer vision now and I took parts I hated from the original story and replaced them. My writing style has changed and everything should be more fleshed out.
This is a rewrite of "The Curse of the Sky" that used to be on under Lovehateandmarshmallows.
Hopefully this will turn out better than the last.
