Hi hi~~
Ok I swear to god I was writing Ten Flames but do you know what? Everything just went wrong because when I saved my stuff the freaking server went down so now I gotta rewrite! I'm really soooo sorry everyone patiently waiting!
Yeah this one is a little short sorry but for Bloody Sky but I decided since this is literally an on the go type piece more word count will be bout 3000-7000 depending~
Loving all the support and for Guest-san who had asked about the recovery yeah well I promise it won't be so straightforward (I mean what fun is that lol) and they'll definitely be relapses but right now we gotta introduce the characters ne? I really don't know how to stop being predictable though considering I write whatever whim or desire I immediately think of (haha but I thought Ryohei being the best friend would be quite the twist)
Anyway I hope ya'll enjoy this~~
Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.
-Stephen King
The second day of school was admittedly quite the eventful day. As well as immensely inconvenient and unneeded.
It started at the hour of six am. Yes. Six. Fucking. AM.
Tsuna had already awaken due to another one of his nightmares a few hours before so his mood wasn't exactly great. Actually he had half a mind to burn the always enthusiastic boxer where he stood when the teen began throwing rocks at his window to garner his attention. Apparently when he watched him and Hibari fight it cemented some belief the brunette should in his words- 'EXTREMELY join the boxing club'. He had declined immediately. It would be one thing to maybe spar with the boxing captain who could prove a worthy opponent like the skylark but it would be simply too frustrating to fight with other people that were weaker than dirt. Nor did he like the idea of simply fighting for sport. He fought for survival. He fought to calm the raging beast inside him. He fought for a chance at normalcy. Not for something as simple and skin deep as sport. Not that he'll tell Ryohei. The teen probably wouldn't like his beloved boxing teammates to be insulted considering how much he praised the sport. Though hearing the yells of the white haired teen the sleepy male wondered irritably of accepting that offer would get the guy to just shut the fucking hell up.
He wouldn't bet on it.
With a groan he absentmindedly wondered how deep a slumber was his twin in. They had separate rooms but surely that sheer volume could have awoken the other. Tsuna didn't know whether to be impressed or jealous at the trait. Another darker thought wriggled through as well. He wondered how the muscular teen's blood would feel? Maybe it would be as warm as he was? As comfortable on his skin? God his bloody curiousity was making himself drool slightly.
Suddenly aware of his thoughts descending down the abyss of madness the teen slapped himself harshly on the face. When that still didn't deter the rising lust for blood he grabbed the glass shard he had hidden under his pillow and made a fine cut from his thumb to his wrist. As the blood leaked out from its contrasting pale flesh Tsuna hissed in both discomfort and relief from the faint stinging as the crimson liquid hit the air. The need for blood was still there, that itch deep in his twisted mind but it was lessened by the buzz of his own. Maybe a jog would do good. Fuck, so in the end he was still going.
With another more resigned groan he dragged his body to the window where that smiling bastard was waving at him enthusiastically before again throwing a pebble at the window. Immediately the brunette pushed open the window to catch the offending rock. Only to throw it right back using all the strength his irritation could muster. Sadly his irritation could not outmatch his crappy throwing skills. Hopefully the message would be received. Though he rather the message hit the teen in the forehead. Hard.
If possible the boxing captain grinned wider. So Ryohei wasn't as dense as he thought. Or maybe he only ignores things that don't suit him. Lets hope that's not true. Because that opens a whole different can of annoying.
Making sure not to wake his family the brunette got dressed and packed all his school crap in case he was late. Quickly he barged out the door resisting the urge to slam the door to subtly prove his vexation against the other. "YO TSU-" The white haired male was cut off by small deceivingly delicate hands and a sharp warning look by his friend. "Shut up Ryohei-nii san. Let's fucking do this."
The loud voice was still muffled by the hand but the teen's obvious signature word was definitely heard through it. Tsuna couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly then gave the other a rather small lopsided grin. It was going to be a long and strenuous jog but the brunette couldn't help but feel he didn't really hate it as much as he said.
"God *pant* freakiNG DAMN RYOHEI-NII!"
"HAHA SORRY TO THE EXTREME !"
"WE ARE SO FUCKING LATE I'M NOT SURPRISED IF WE ARRIVE AND IEYASU HAS GROWN UP TO BE A FRIGGIN' MAFIA BOSS!"
"HAHAHAHAHA"
"SHUT UP ITS *huff* NOT FUNNY!"
Oh he was so going to punch the boxer when he had the chance. But first his focus is to try to safely get to second period which is math cla- okay maybe he could wait on the rooftop for a good half hour or so. After all being late to third period is no worse than being late to second. Though fourth was probably pushing it. Possibly. He didn't know the proper social convention for ditching boring ass classes.
Tsuna sighed as he opened the door leading to the roof. Actually he was rather surprised no one had caught him when he and Ryohei parted ways. The brunette held more of a flashy style considering his background as, well, in the simplest of gross understatements, an entertainer for the sick and twisted. Sneaking around had never been his forte. Though maybe his light quick steps and his- it pains him to admit- thin, small body made it easier to fade from surroundings. It was just less trouble.
He soon regretted his last thought when he saw a familiar tall figure standing on the edge of the rooftop. The taller male must have heard the soft click of the door opening as he turned around slightly just enough for Tsuna to see his broken arm in a sling. Well it didn't seem the guy listened to his warning. Great.
"Tsuna? Why are you here?"
The brunette just shrugged then raised his brow inquisitively.
"We don't need to discuss that. The question is what are you doing on the edge of the roof?"
Amber eyes turned to look at the distance forlornly, a crack in that smiling mask of his. A tiny crack but Tsuna could see all the vulnerability seeping out, the emotions once repressed clawing desperately for freedom.
"I broke my arm. I can't play the game next week and have let everyone down. I've nothing to live for anymore without baseball."
"You're taking this a bit far aren't you?"
The baseball star still had fragments of his smiling mask plastered on his face but the brunette can see more than ever the sad loneliness and depression in those eyes. "Heh. Sorry but that's not true. After the baseball gods threw me away I have nothing left."
"Baseball Gods?" Tsuna scoffed. "Don't make up fucking problems just to help cope with the real ones. You and I are really different."
At that statement all semblance of a smile was cast away as a snarl took place. Spinning around to completely face the other whilst still standing on the edge of the roof Yamamoto snarled viciously. "Well aren't you being arrogant? What the hell would you know about my problems?!"
That snarl on his face was probably the most genuine and the most vulnerable he'd seen the teen. To be fair he'd only met him a day ago but it took him less than that to figure out the taller male's mask was practically glued onto the other for a long time. He had to admit he quite liked Yamamoto's looks right now, instead of all that fake friendliness that made him feel sick just looking at here was a vicious not-afraid-to-show-he's-pissed expression. In fact he would have admired the other's true face a little longer if not the words sinking into his skin. Usually bored large caramel brown eyes narrowed and flashed orange.
"Did you really just fucking say that?" He asked in a low menacing voice, anger visibly seeping out of each word. Yamamoto a little taken back by the change of demeanour for a second flinched slightly but continued his defiant demeanour. "Yes." He challenged.
Before the orange in those eyes was a flicker, a spark, something easily dismissed as a trick of the light but right now it enveloped the brown and a sort of darkness seemed to dim the vibrancy of the colour. A dark almost blood orange. Then the boy smiled a full smile. And the baseball player shivered. He had been told that he had good instincts and all of his instincts were telling him to run. Telling him something was coming.
The smile looked unnatural on those angelic features. No maybe it was the eyes. He couldn't tell which. But the raven haired male could see clear as day Tsuna was different. It wasn't like those soft smiles he saw the other give to his brother or his two unusual friends. It was almost eerie and cruel. Savage and vicious.
"Then jump."
Amber eyes so defiant and angry before blinked in confusion.
"What?"
"I said jump fucker."
Yamamoto was dumbstruck. Shouldn't this be the part where he begs him to leave the edge and tells him to to throw his life away? Not the complete opposite!
"W-what?"
The brunette sighed exasperatedly as if pushing his best friend's brother to suicide was some sort of chore. "You are right. Saying you're so frustrated that you want to die, or you want to die because of a career ending accident… Unlike you I've never had those kinds of intense thoughts." Various orange shades mixed violently in those orbs which seem to stare straight into his soul. Mixes of darker oranges clashing with the brighter ones. Like a war breaking out. A beautiful chaotic war. It both entranced the male and made him even warier. "In fact I'll let you into a little secret of mine.."
The shorter male stepped a bit closer to the tanned teen, eyes never breaking from each other. "I have been through many things, things even you're nightmares wouldn't even dream of. I've been humiliated to the point I once thought I was no longer a human. So yes you're right. I've never had such thoughts - on such pointless frustrations such as yours." Those eyes hardened in pure ferocious, burning hatred. Whether it was because of his memories or the baseball player's word or maybe a bit of both it was apparent that he was reliving something less than pleasant. The darker shades in those eyes were practically dancing a wild destructive tango in those orbs.
"I have flirted with the lines of death countless times both with and without my own consent. However I'm a pathetic person who had many regrets whilst hanging with one hand on the precipice of death. Thinking how if I was to die I should have fulfilled my regrets with my dying will. That it's a fucking waste to die because of something like weakness or doubts. So no I can't understand your damned feelings or even comprehend your problems."
At the sight of the completely stunned baseball star Tsuna's eyes didn't even soften slightly. He wasn't even the least sympathetic. Something like killing yourself for breaking an arm which can be healed wasn't something the boy wanted to use even a bit of his concern on. It may seem coldhearted but he had lived a life where death was natural, where everyone fought desperately like animals for even the smallest chance to survive. He had met people whose existence completely destroyed the next day. He had met people who had killed hundreds in their lifetime hell he was one of those people.
But he did to some extent understand the teen's feeling of almost suffocating pressure. Those weaklings unable to fend for themselves had relied too highly on the only strong pup of the pack. They put him on a pedestal so high that the teen couldn't possibly reach and it sickened him. Admittedly his brother who while may have pulled his fair share of weight on this so called team could have also played a small hand in the end result. And so maybe it would be only right to at least help his twin's best friend. He let his mocking expression fall and replaced it with a still hardened expression but let himself reveal the slight concern he had.
Walking a few steps closer the smaller of the two rested a hand on the raven's broad shoulders a little awkwardly but still comforting and warm. His voice no longer so harsh. "I can't even start to understand how a bunch of meaningless opinions of people you barely know are worth you inflicting true sadness onto your loved ones and friends. I know for a fact Ieyasu would never forgive himself and I'm sure you have some sort of family who would mourn dearly at the loss."
Yamamoto's breath hitched at that. As painful as the other's words were they rung true. He didn't even think about the pain he would bring to his father if he died. Tsuna was right in his own strange blunt way. He was being selfish for such stupidly simple reasons. As he was about to open his mouth to apologise a scream pierced the air. The two boys turned to look at a few students that had arrived onto the roof for god knows what reason.
"THE NEW STUDENT IS ABOUT TO PUSH YAMAMOTO-SAN OFF THE ROOF!" One rather hysterical girl screamed. The others following after her or running down to get more people. The raven-haired teen noticed none actually came to help him. The brunette must have noticed too if the expression of obvious disdain was anything to go by.
"I should go before those stupid dogs bark too loud and make a mess." The smaller boy murmured to the other before lifting his hand from the other's shoulder. Even in the future the baseball player couldn't explain what overtook him at that moment. He just panicked knowing that right now he just wanted Tsuna to stay by his side. Without even thinking his hand grabbed the leaving teen in an attempt to pull the brunette closer to him. "Tsuna wait!"
However he used much to much force. The ex-fighter must have realised this as a split second of surprise registered on his face then annoyed anger. "You idio-"
The insult was cut short as the momentum pushed the pair over the edge. The crowd of amassed students now gathered on the roof were filled with screams and yells.
Tsuna was more than a little pissed at the baseball player. But right now surviving was priority. A little part of him played with the idea of letting the other die but he unfortunately saw a change in resolve in those admittedly hypnotic amber eyes when the other pulled him back. He couldn't let him die now. With his own resolve strengthened his eyes glowed pure vibrant orange as he activated the flames of his will. Using them as an extra burst of speed he managed to reach the falling figure of the injured teen, grabbing him by the waist and flipping their positions over so his own back was facing the ground first. Using his flames again he managed to weaken the fall slightly but it hadn't been powerful enough to account for the extra weight he was currently under. When he hit the ground, his back shielding the taller male from the brunt of the damage a white hot surge of pain was felt jolting up and down his back like bolts of electricity. Fuck that was going to hurt in the morning.
He didn't let it show though. He grimaced a bit at the pain but that was it. Showing weakness wasn't something he wished to do. He already showed compassion and that was weakness enough. He ignored the dancing dots blurring his vision, the ache in his body and the loud commotion on the roof. Instead he sat himself up to look at Yamamoto. "Are you okay?" The other teen nodded in an almost daze. The brunette couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Yeah he was used to death but that didn't mean he was completely closed off. That fall really rattled him. As well as the idea that another person would die in front of him again. Somehow that idea made him colder than his own near death experience. And it scared him.
"Tsuna. You are really amazing." The younger looked up at the raven haired athlete only to be blindsided by a smile. A real smile. Those eyes held the edge of sadness and regret but it was obvious to him that a great burdened was lifted from the teen's shoulders.
"Honestly I'm so stupi-"
Tsuna could sense whatever comes out of the guy's mouth would be something insulting to himself and honestly the brunette was in no damn mood for another pity-fest. Don't get him wrong. He didn't hate the athlete, he was willing to help him just not now. Not when the pain was severely distracting him from.. well everything. "Yamamoto. I'm in pain and I think I may pass out soon." It wasn't a lie. The dark spots were blurring his vision even more and a huge headache was coming over the horizon.
The raven-haired baseball player just smiled, another genuine smile. Tsuna liked that smile. And even in his slightly out of mind state he made sure to voice his opinions about it to the other. Shakily pale slim fingers traced over the smile much to the surprise of the other. "I was right. You look much better like that..." The brunette murmured sleepily.
Amber eyes widened at the small faint smile that seemed to embrace his whole being in acceptance. He could feel his heart beat ten times faster than he'd ever felt before and that was saying something considering he just fell off a building. His face heartened up in a blush as he retraced where Tsuna had touched his face. Then he looked back at the now unconscious teen, looking so calm and at peace. Long dark eyelashes fluttering slightly and a gentle wind ruffling the soft feathery brown hair.
Shit.
When he fell he fell hard.
And Yamamoto didn't mean the jump from before.
