3. A Broken Picture
Word Count: 285
There wasn't much left of Tsuna a week after he was gone.
It had been a requirement from somewhere- nobody quite knows where and it was Hibari who enforced it- and when the death of their long time friend, boss, and many others had settled in their minds and hearts well enough to process it all, they were told to get rid of everything of Tsuna they had.
Every Guardian stood and fought Hibari on the subject as best as they could but it was ultimately futile.
So, one by one, everybody close to Tsuna got rid of all their mementoes of the deceased man.
However, there was a picture of Tsuna that Yamamoto couldn't bring himself to get rid of.
The week after his death was long, the days seemed to blur together, the grief was overwhelming, and coupled with the passing of his father as well, Yamamoto honestly couldn't remember one end from a day to its beginning that week.
Had a week really past?
Had he really just lived one week without his boss, friend, lover, solace, his reason he still has life?
Yamamoto couldn't tell and he wryly thought that probably wasn't living.
But that one picture of Tsuna, a rare wide smile on his more aged face, slightly obscured by the crack of the glass protecting it from when Yamamoto had tried to rid of it, seemed to act as a makeshift solace, reason for still living, though the man in the picture wasn't there.
It seemed to hold him together even though he was probably just as cracked as the protective glass.
He couldn't get rid of the only thing left of Tsuna he had.
