A/N: Hello! This is the chapter 2 (I think it'll count as so... ^^;)
Notes: Unedited, Short (af)
DISCLAIMER: NOPE.
[{?}, Sicily, Italy]
Slow and echoing steps of an uneasy chambermaid traipsed the empty and cold hallway of the east wing of the mansion she's working in. With cold sweat running down her back, she slowly made her way towards the very end of the corridor—hesitatingly knocking on the huge door in front of her visage. The knocks resounded in the empty halls, she unconsciously gulped in obvious anxiety—not for her, but for the someone inside the said room.
Hearing no answer from the other side, the chambermaid's hand quivered. She knocked once more, with no more hesitance and with more strength, hoping to wake the person inside. Being answered with total silence once more, the pain in her chest became weightier and she stifled a sob. She shook her head. No, this won't do. They were trained to help and support the grieving members, not to be the weaker ones and to be overpowered by their feelings and emotions. The chambermaid took a quivering breath, steeling her heart. She finally built the courage to speak, albeit still with an obvious tint of pain in her voice.
"S-Signore Gokudera, excuse me for intruding…" She said as she turned the doorknob (counter-clockwise, that's the proper way in some designated rooms to prevent unknown people having the chance to sneak in, may be a 50% chance, but it could still give possibility of safety; lastly, it's better than having no safety precautions at all). As the chambermaid opened the door, her eyes immediately turned to the opened window—the flapping of the curtains could be heard due to the morning winds blowing, a little cold, but not freezing—a certain silver haired man sitting on the window threshold blankly (almost lifelessly) looking onto the sky as he exhaled some cigarette smoke.
The chambermaid slowly neared the bomber man and made a curtsy, greeting with an amiable smile on her face. "Good morning, Signore Gokudera. Nono told us to call you for breakfast as it's now ready." The chambermaid tried to indifferently inform the bomber, but at the end of the sentence, the chambermaid's voice cracked in distress.
Gokudera, now named, looked at the chambermaid with a blank stare and nodded slowly, obvious that he had no energy to move about. "Okay, thanks for informing me. Please tell Nono that I'll be down in the dining room in a few minutes." He stated back as he slightly jumped down the window threshold and prepared for breakfast.
The chambermaid nodded as she curtsied and immediately went out the room to report back.
Looking for a decent suit to wear for breakfast, Gokudera sighed in melancholy as he stared at the sky once more. "It's been almost two years, Juudaime. Been almost two years since I saw you smiling at us and telling us to stay safe." Gokudera said to no one as tears welled up—his fists forming into tight balls—trying to prevent the tears from falling. "But why in the fucking hell did you leave us, Juudaime?" [1]
[1] I know Gokudera normally doesn't swear if it's about Tsuna, but in this situation, I think Gokudera will crack. Gokudera liked and respected Tsuna dearly. And his absence (or death) would totally broke him, so in a fit of despair and frustration, this happened.
This is it for now! I was planning on continuing this (onto the dining room scene), but there are still the other guardians! So I planned on continuing the story after I posted the guardians' lament for a little bit. ^^;
Thanks for reading!
Posted on: 09/26/2018
