Hey everyone! Sorry for the long wait! I was writing constantly just at a slow pace because the next semester at school started for me. But I got most of the chapter done on vacation so that's nice. Obvious title is obvious prompt!
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Sickness
It was madness.
Tsuna might as well have been renamed to Alice and found down a rabbit hole because the never ending pile that refused to leave his desk was slowly but surely driving him crazy.
Taking a short glance at the clock, he relieved his taut hand from its grip on the pen and stretched his back against the chair, sighing when a satisfied crack resounded in the otherwise quiet room. Smiling for a second Tsuna picked up the pen in one hand while his other picked up the mug of sweetened coffee. Closing his tired eyes in anticipation for the hot drink, he gently pressed the top of the cup to his parted lips and downed the bitter liquid.
His eyes opened in surprise as he pulled the drink away and stared down into it, his small smile forming into a disappointed grimace, and a whine building up in the back of his throat as he sardonically noted it was empty. Standing up with a small groan Tsuna made his way to the coffee maker and shuffled around for a packet to fill the machine. The previously held back groan was released with (What Reborn would call melodramatic) slouched shoulders and a thrown back head. Life wasn't fair to him…
With his warm brown eyes flickering to the digital clock once more, Tsuna grabbed the white pill bottle with the intended use to satisfy his building headache. Rubbing his temples with a furrowed brow, the Vongola boss spurred himself on with the reminder that in just a few hours he could sleep in a large, warm,...comfortable..bed. Focus Tsuna.
Tsuna shook his head and quickly sat down in the chair before taking a few pills and swallowing them without water. (Tsuna you daredevil you.) Staring at the next pile of paperwork filed under "Damage Repairs" Tsuna's hope of getting to sleep at a reasonable hour wilted away like a dead flower in autumn before being blown away in a tornado. Never to be seen again.
He just hoped that he would be found by a nearby Maid if the chance ever occurred of him being buried alive in columns of paperwork.
It was way too hot. Didnt he pay for air conditioning? The vents weren't broken...probably anyways. Things tended to break quickly. Was that buzzing sound the cooler? It felt so humid though. Summers in Southern Italy were always a monster, but it shouldn't have felt so hot when the air conditioner was running…
With a twitch, Tsuna lifted his face slightly from its place on the wooden desk. He tried to anyway. It only made it about three inches as a paper -he was sure no doubt involved a mafia family wanting to present their daughter to him as a wife- stuck to his right cheek. With a great deal of effort, the Decimo cracked the slits of his eyes opened but his blurred vision made him quickly shut them once more, this time in pain as he felt his headache come back ten fold.
With a garbled cry from his lips Tsuna complained to no one in particular about the Advil not doing it's job. About the Air Conditioner. The stupid paper sticking to his face and his numb hand from its awkward position where it rested on the desk. They had one job….
It was hard to breathe...With a gnawing feeling of dread building up in his stomach; Tsuna begged the universe that he was just delusional and Lambo had decided to headbutt him on accident, knocking the air out of him (It wouldn't be the first time nor always on accident) and that he wasn't getting sick.
But the Universe just loved to prove Tsuna wrong.
As it would ironically turn out, a maid did find Tsuna buried under a leaning Tower of work that had collapsed on top of him, (utterly crushing its goal of resembling the leaning Tower of Pisa mind you). When she had cleared the Vongola boss from the bundles of paperwork it didn't take word of Tsuna's illness to reach the inner circle of his guardians as Gokudera was running into the room crying his name when Tsuna was late for breakfast.
It was too hot.
A sense of Deja Vu enveloped Tsuna as he attempted to open his golden brown eyes to the world, squinting under the bright lamp hovering by his bed. Was it night time already?
Heavy feather downy comforters were pulled to his chin and layers of blankets rested on top of him. He attempted to throw them off when the hints of claustrophobia started to creep in, but cried a creaky moan when he didn't have the energy to even lift his hand to perform the task. A layer of sweat had built itself up on his body, clinging to his pajamas and dampening the sheets.
He let out a frustrated sigh and attempted to open his eyes once more. Successfully staring down the lamp as tears built up in the corners of his retina, Tsunayoshi found himself making eye contact with a white haired professional boxer and womanizing doctor.
: "OIII OCTOPUS HEAD, TSUNA IS AWAKE!" Ryohei shouted to Gokudera, cupping his hands to crescendo his already powerful vocal cords. Tsuna cringed and silently complained as his ears rang and a headache punched his brain.
"SHUT UP TURF TOP YOU'RE ANNOYING JYUUDAIME!" Tsuna's second hand man screeched at the Sun Guardian. The Decimos ears ready to burst and this time he successfully moaned at them through labored breathing.
"It would be best if you both shut up so my reluctant patient can get some well needed rest."
A small towel dampened with water carefully rested itself against Tsuna's head. He sighed gratefully in relief to his caretaker. Looking at them to give thanks. Instead his breath sucked in as he let out a small "Hiiiieeee" seeing a dark brown haired Doctor Shamal greet him with a swave smile. "Greeting young Vongola."
"TSUNA-NII!"
Tsuna would later be told that he had blacked out when Lambo had jumped on him in greeting.
It wouldn't be for a week until Tsuna felt well enough to do the simple task of getting out of bed.
When he was younger he would have reveled at the feat of sleeping in and letting his mother take care of him, gaining to chance to get away from his constant bullies and terrible grades at school. But alas, Tsuna was now the head Mafia Boss of the Vongola family which dominated the Underground society. There was no room for sick days.
In fact it was only under Hayato and Takeshi's constant reassurance work was getting done; that Tsuna stayed in bed at all. It almost felt like a personal vacation without leaving his room.
He felt lonely.
It was easy to see why. Tsuna had constantly been around people since his encounter with his (Now present) Advisor Reborn. There were seldom events that he could remember off the top of his head where he was alone, most of them involving a fight. So the lack of company sort of bothered the young vongola boss as he twiddled his thumbs in bed and did what his nurse told him to do, (Shamal had left the second he deemed Tsuna stable as he "Didn't treat guys." The ever constant reminder.) taking his medication every hour and drinking plenty of water.
Tsuna was broken away from his self-pitying train of thought as his ears perked up to the sound of the door creaking open. His Nurse had just come through so Tsuna could only imagine one person coming in.
"Hello Lambo." Tsuna greeted the teenager he considered a younger brother with a slightly lamentable smile.
"Hello Tsuna-nii." Lambo greeted him with a calm "I'm-a-mature-too-cool-for-you-twelve-years-old" sort of greeting. (Very specific there Tsuna).
Lambo had been the one constant companion since Tsuna's exhausted and overworked body had collapsed. The pre-teen filling his empty time with rambunctious chatter of what he, Fuuta, and I-Pin had done that day. Their antics more often than not that alone stressing him out.
"Are you alright?" Lambo cocked his head to the side as he noted Tsuna's slightly dower face. The young guardian resting his elbows against the cushions, resting his head against his palms.
"I'm good. I'm being treated like a king" Tsuna laughed with good nature.
Lambos lips tugged sideways as he gave his older brother a look that promised he would get the truth out of him. "Bullshit."
"Language." He swiftly reprimanded him and made a mental note to remind Hayato not to swear so much around Lambo. (Tsuna would have wrote it down too but Kyoko and Haru had deemed he was developing an obsession with sticky notes.)
"What''s wrong Tsuna?" The Lightning Guardian once again confronted him.
After a few moments of aggressive staring contests Tsuna sighed and Lambo cheered in delighted victory before quickly coughing to cover up his "Childish" slipup.
"I have no right to complain as I am being treated very well-
"Well ya. You are the Boss." Lambo interrupted.
"-But I feel...Sort of lonely."
Lambo's visible half-lidded eye widened in surprise as his head lifted slightly from its placement on the side of his bed. "Oh." Was his only reply.
Tsuna fidgeted slightly in embarrassment at the confession and following silence. He could handle a room full of lust-filled mafia but had a hard time admitting he was lonely to a twelve year old? Reborn would have smacked the back of his head and reminded him not to be a Dame-Tsuna.
"Well I got a lot of work to do, being your Lightning Guardian and all. So I'll see you later Tsuna-nii!" Lambo waved his goodbye to Tsuna as he closed the double sided door.
"Ciao..." Tsuna said after a moment of silence. The question of what Lambo was pulling in the front of his mind.
For the next few days Tsuna was greeted by every single one of his Guardians. Hayato being his most constant to Hibari the least (Not a big surprise as he was known as the isolated Cloud Guardian.) Each gave their wishes for good health to their Boss and friend. Even Dino phoned him up from his current location in Austria to give his own "Get Well". That particular one being cut off by the Cavalligione Boss's stumble into a wall and almost down the stairs. While Dino was waving away his men Tsuna mused that his reflexes might actually be improving as he would usually be at the bottom of the staircase by now.
Ryohei attempted to boost his health mentally (To the Extreme!) by suggesting they run laps together and spar, but was forced out of the room by Tsuna's head nurse. Takeshi chatted with Tsuna when the busy Rain Guardian was off of his missions, and Chrome was often nearby helping out the nurses and using her illusions to help him sleep.
By the end of the week Tsuna was starting to feel rejuvenated and let out a cheer when his personal nurse (He now knew her name as Patricia) gave him the knowledge that he was okay to work again. But politely reminded him to not work himself so hard next time.
Tsuna made no promises but smiled and kindly said he would try. But he no longer felt anxious to get sick.
For he knew his family would be there to help him get by.
And that's the end of chapter two .If you notice I tend to put some of my headcanons in my story's If you have any about the KHR characters feel free to share them with me. I would love to know!
Sorry if the ending is lame but I lost the willpower by the end of this chapter sorry! If it sounds a little bumpy it is because I was flying an airplane while writing it (I am not the most optimistic flyer let us put it that way haha) So I will attempt to revise later!
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