Grandioso
This is going to be longer than I thought it was going to be.
Grandioso: to play in a rich, noble or grand style.
Hayato was happy. He was really, truly happy.
For the first time in his life, he belonged somewhere. With his beloved Boss.
For the first time in his life, he forgot his mother was dead, he forgot he had been rejected, time and time again from every family, he forgot it all.
He just enjoyed the warmth of his boss' smile.
Yeah, one might have called Hayato gay, homosexual even, for his boss, but that wasn't the thing. He knew his Boss loved that Sasagawa Kyoko and was, personally, determined to get them together. He didn't love his boss like THAT, he loved his boss in the way that a person who has been saved would love their savior (but not like with Mukuro and Chrome. Yeah, they were an ENTIRELY different story.).
Then came the others.
Yamamoto Takeshi was, in a word, an idiot. A very strong, very athletic idiot, but an idiot. The damn fool insisted that the Mafia was a game. Even Boss had told that stupid baseball-idiot that it wasn't a game! But no, the boy refused to accept it and went along with it as some kind of...complex role-playing game. Hayato immediately believed that Yamamoto Takeshi would try to steal the pianist's position as the Boss' right-hand man. But Yamamoto Takeshi never attempted it, satisfied with being simply the 'baseball-idiot'. And though Hayato would never admit it...Yamamoto Takeshi was a very reassuring person. He was very calm, very easy-going, very easy to get along with. Hayato thought of him as one of his best friends. But he'd never say that to his face. Ever.
Sasagawa Ryohei? Turf top. That's precisely what sprung to Hayato's mind upon thinking of him. His hair was short and spiky, very much like a lawn. A white lawn, but a lawn. Of course, calling Sasagawa Ryohei names would naturally result in being called a name in return. Hayato was dubbed 'Octopus Head'. Not the best nickname, but a nickname nonetheless. Sasagawa Ryohei was probably the weakest of the Boss' Famiglia (unless you count Chrome and Mukuro as seperate people. Chrome is physically weak.), a liability to the rest of the group. Hayato nearly constantly thought this, but didn't dare to voice it aloud, lest Boss get angry. But Hayato relied on Sasagawa Ryohei. He needed someone to snap back at him, to take him down a few notches. Despite having a very complicated relationship...Hayato might have even called Sasagawa Ryohei...a friend.
Lambo was an annoying little piece of trash. Yep. That's all there is to it. Trash. Scum. Waste of space. Annoying. Little. Cow. Faggot. A lot of (bad, insulting) words come to mind when Hayato would think of Lambo. But Lambo...he was so young. So young. So pure. So innocent, if you really think about it. He was a five-year-old Mafioso. That is so impressive. Future Lambo? Well, fifteen year old Lambo was still trash, scum, a waste of space, annoying little cow and a faggot, but he grew up to be a good person (as opposed to his current personality.) despite being younger than all the others. They argued a lot, but if it really came down to it, Lambo's resolve burned brightly as any other's.
Hibari Kyoya was a real bastard. A strong bastard, but an idiot. He was the second strongest person that Hayato ever met (Boss would never be matched.), admittedly, stronger than the pianist himself. Hibari Kyoya was unreliable, unpredictable, uncontrollable... in all ways, superior. Hibari Kyoya threatened his Boss, and of course, the self-proclaimed right-hand man would retaliate, angrily, with his bombs. Hibari Kyoya was so much stronger than the bomber, that his attempts to protect Boss were a waste. He would be easily defeated by the prefect, tossed aside like trash. But Hibari Kyoya always payed his debts. And Hayato, in a sort of rough, roundabout sort of way, respected him. Not that Hibari Kyoya would ever recognize him.
They were all like different music genres. Yamamoto Takeshi was a march, a song with a strong, loud rhythm and different sections to it, fast, faster, fast. Sasagawa Ryohei was probably a jazz, the keys of the piano singing out, a regular, forceful rhythm, emerging loudly. Lambo was a bright and happy ragtime song, with light tones, ragged rhythms and a strong melody to it. Hibari Kyoya was a sonata, like Ludwig van Beehtoven's Moonlight Sonata.
The strange thing?
Those were Gokudera Hayato's favorite types of music.
That was about when Mukuro came along.
Sasagawa Ryohei was found, beaten and broken, with a watch on his chest.
Boss had gone to see him in the hospital and Hayato hadn't heard, so was at school.
Hayato left school and was challenged by a sock-hat-wearing freak by the name of Kakimoto Chikusa.
Chikusa effortlessly killed two bystanders, before Hayato managed to defeat him.
Things started going bad about then. Boss arrived, to warn Hayato about some people that might be coming after him, even though he had already defeated them. Oops.
But Chikusa, in a last ditch effort, threw needles at his Boss.
Thoughts didn't register in Hayato's mind as he threw himself in front of Tsuna. Only pain did.
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I'd do anything to protect you. Because you saved me from the hell that is myself.
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