Title:"Life can Become Art"
Summary:And that was all it took. After that first stroke of paint, everything he had been feeling came rushing out in the form of art. Funny how you could make sorrow into something beautiful.
Disclaimer:I do not own KHR! Or any of its characters. I do however own the plot to this story.
Chapter Title: "New Home" (Chapter Two)
His grip on the canvas with her final painting tightened slightly, and Tsuna had to resist the urge to look at it. Because if he did, the tears in his eyes would surely fall.
The car ride to the home he would be staying at was uncomfortable to say the least. The two of them were silent, neither trying to make conversation with the other. Though Tsuna was tempted to try a few times, wanting nothing more than to break the unbearable, nerve-wracking silence. But with a quick glance to the side, the brunet decided it would be safer to stay quiet. Reborn didn't seem like a social person.
The fedora-wearing man didn't seem to notice the art prodigy's uncomfortable squirming in his seat, his hands fiddling in his lap. His head kept going back and forth, watching the familiar layout of the city as it passed around him. The teenager never liked to sit still or be quiet for too long, always being able to talk to his mom. The tense silence was killing him.
He thought about sketching something, just to be able to do something, but there were two problems to that idea.
One was that all his art supplies were in the back of the car (Along with the rest of his possessions.). The only thing he had up front with him was his most recent painting. The one he had created only a short while ago, using his forever-sleeping mother as his muse.
And the second problem was that he could never draw anything decent with the constant bumping of the car, though it was mild on flat ground. He had always been a perfectionist when it came to his artwork, and the less-than-perfect lines would irritate him beyond belief every time he tried to sketch something while in a moving vehicle.
Tsuna sighed in frustration, trying not to think anymore. He shifted slightly, getting into a more comfortable position to rest his head against the window, his bangs being pushed against his forehead as they went against the glass.
He watched the scenery go by, noting a few places that he had drawn or painted before. He took the silent moment to look for new buildings or trees to sketch some other day.
The moment they had finally arrived at Reborn's home, Tsuna couldn't help but stare. It wasn't what he had expected. The tall man seemed more like a fancy apartment or condo kind of person, but instead he lived in a two-story house. Just guessing from the look of it, the brunet guessed there to be five or so rooms, more than needed in his opinion. But he had only ever lived with his mother, an occasional visit from his father or grandpa.
As they walked into the house, Tsuna took in the architecture, wondering if there was anything interesting. The door had a beautiful and elegant pattern at the top, as well as a small half-circle stained glass window. The mosaic-type style created a beautiful humming bird in the middle, surrounded by a variety of flowers.
The glass was in deep reds and soft oranges, with yellow mixed in, as well as green, white, and purple for the bird. The flowers were all different shades of blue, reaching from the deep color of royal blue to more of a pastel. It was a simply (For stained-glass) yet beautiful piece of artwork.
The art prodigy sighed in content at the sight, a light blush covering his face. One of his hands twitched, wanting nothing more than to create something out of the pattern. He had always been a sucker for stained glass.
Reborn kicked the brunet lightly in the shin to get his attention, going up the stairs once he did. The fedora-wearing man led him to one of the rooms, specifically the one that was nearest to the back of the hallway.
Tsuna noted that the three other rooms were closed and locked, as though other people besides Reborn, who's own door was shut (A 'Keep Out' sign making it notable), lived there.
And as though he read the teenager's mind, the dark-eyed man stated calmly, "I share the house with four others, now five, I suppose, counting you. The five of us, including you and me, are roomed up here, and the last one is in the basement. Since we all travel for work, we share this house here, chipping in with the pay."
"You travel for work," the brunet asked, soaking in all the information. He wondered why one of the others lived in the basement instead of the room that he would be in. But after a moment of trying to think of the reason, he shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts. No need to pry into things that didn't concern him.
"Yes. But you'll have at least one person here with you at all times."
"Oh."
Their conversation ended there, Reborn going silent. He set the bag he had been carrying onto the teenager's bed, watching as the brunet set down the canvas, the picture on it facing the wall. They went back down to the car afterwards, bringing up the rest of Tsuna's belongings.
"I'll leave you to unpack. Go ahead and do what you want with the room, though don't destroy the place. Once you've settle, we'll go over house rules and other important matters during dinner."
Tsuna nodded silently at that, wondering over to his window. He looked at the view from it, seeing an almost perfect layout of the city, the sun beginning to set over the horizon. He heard the door click shut as his new caretaker left the room, leaving him alone. Tsuna's brown eyes watched as the sky began to fade into beautiful colors.
Reds, pinks, yellows, oranges, even a bit of lavender. All of them mixing together and creating a magnificent view.
"I wonder," the brunet mumbled, listening to the sweet songs of the birds, and the soft rustle of the trees nearby. There wasn't anybody in this part of the neighborhood at the moment, something Tsuna enjoyed.
"I wonder if you can see this from Heaven, mom."
Dinner was exactly what Tsuna thought it was going to be. Take-out. Reborn was kind enough to allow the art prodigy to choose where they would order from, but not before listing off the places he wouldn't allow him to choose. Luckily, the dark-haired man didn't list off his favorite place in the "No" category.
The brunet took the opportunity, immediately ordering from TakeSushi, which was, as the name suggested, a sushi restaurant. He had walked past the shop a few times, but had never been able to step in.
Sushi was his comfort food, in a way. Whenever he was upset, he'd get it, or his mom would make it for him.
As he took a bite from the familiar tasting food, fond memories washed over him, and he smiled gently. The brunet couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Reborn take a hesitant bite, though immediately went silent at the look he received. When the pale man shrugged his shoulders in an "It's ok" kind of way, Tsuna mentally jumped up and down in victory.
"You seem to like this," the dark-haired man noted, taking another piece of the Japanese dish. He had taken off his fedora, and it sat on the coffee table in the living room where he had placed it. His dark eyes watched as the brunet blushed softly, avoiding eye contact, and couldn't help but to smirk at the sight.
"Y-yeah…"
"Then I suppose we'll have to order from there more often."
Tsuna's head snapped over to him in surprise at that, brown eyes wide in surprise. He leaned over the table a bit, voice loud as he asked quickly, trying to withhold his excitement (But failing to the max), "R-really!? You mean that? No joke?"
Reborn nodded his head, leaning back in his chair. "But I have one condition, can you agree to it?"
"Yes," Tsuna immediately replied, though looked confused a few moments later, "Wait, what's the condition."
"You transfer to the Namimori's Private school for Gifted Teenagers. Otherwise known as NPGT."
"What?"
The brunet's head tilted to the side in question. Wasn't he staying with Reborn so he didn't have to transfer schools? Or was it just to keep him in Japan, so he wouldn't bother his no-good father?
"You have a talent for art," Reborn responded after swallowing another piece of sushi, "And the school you're currently at doesn't have the proper means of teaching you to enhance that talent."
To enhance his talent? Tsuna squirmed at the thought, somewhat in excitement but more out of nervousness. Was he that good to go to a private school for gifted teens? "Are all students there for art," he asked in curiosity.
"No, NPGT is wide-ranged. They have prodigies for the arts, sports, technology. Pretty much anything you can think of that you can be enhanced at, they have it there. You would be in the arts. I know of a few people that are connected to the Vongola Corporation, where your father and I work, that go there."
The brunet's face turned sour at the mention of his dad. He had never really cared for him. He was rarely home, leaving Tsuna and his mom alone for years on end. And when he did come home, all he did was lie around in his underwear and drink and sleep and snore really, really loudly.
How is one supposed to look up to someone like that?
"When do I start school," Tsuna mumbled, trying to rid his mind of thoughts of his father. He noticed the look of pity Reborn gave him, and guessed that he had been around the lazy-blonde more than once.
"You start Monday, meaning in three days. We'll have to get you fitted for a uniform tomorrow, so I'll take you to the campus so you can see the layout of the school grounds."
"Thank you, Reborn."
"Don't mention it. Now, you should go take a shower. We'll be getting up early tomorrow."
"A-alright," Tsuna said immediately, rushing off upstairs to his room. Once he as out of view, he stopped, trying to think over what just happened. What had he just gotten himself into?
AN: So, two reviews telling me that I should continue, five favorites, and eight follows made me extremely excited to write this chapter. That's why it's up only the day after. XD Thank you for the reviews, favorites, and follows!~ I nearly squealed when I saw them this morning. XD
I honestly really like this idea, because art is one of those things that I have knowledge of, since I'm an artist myself. Though, I'm not on the level I make Tsuna to be in. I can't paint a tree, let alone what Tsuna painted. I guess that isn't true, though, because I painted a pretty good bonzai tree in school last year...
And sorry for the short chapters. My writing style is writing small scenes, and that usually results in short chapters. Though I should be able to update relatively quickly by doing so. No promises though.
(*takes deep breath*) Ok, I'm going to stop babbling. Please review!~ :3 They give me inspiration!~
Edited: November 6th, 2013
