Warning(s): Shitty Grammar, OOC (especially Tsuna's and Kyoko's), mild language (Unbeta-ed)
Achromatic Sky
[6] The Last Color and the String of Hatred [Part 2]
"Onii-chan!" Kyoko screamed in horror as she saw her brother being carried around the hospital while laying down on a stretcher. Her brother waved at her, trying to smile as he clutched on his stomach before laying back down. Kyoko was more than afraid of her brother's safety than anything else so she caught her pace and walked faster. Once she reached her brother, she smacked him on the head.
"What were you thinking?! How many times have I told you not to involve yourself into stupid fights? And now this? Are you trying to kill yourself?!" she half screamed, ignoring the looks she got from her schoolmates (apparently, there were lots of students from Namimori that were standing in the doorway, though for what reason she didn't know) since the Kyoko they knew never scream, let alone hurt someone she deemed dear.
"My bad, my bad. You know it yourself, Kyoko. That if anyone presented me a challenge, I wouldn't dare walk away. It wasn't a fight to begin with, it was a match," Ryohei reasoned, his fists curling into a firm ball before looking at her in the eye, eyes that showed he knew what he had done. Kyoko rolled her eyes before relenting, she couldn't stay mad at him after all.
"Ehem, if you don't mind we would like to tend the patient. If you would like to just wait on the side, that would be very much helpful," the doctor from the side grumbled, looking sheepish and slightly annoyed. The looks the doctor got from both siblings made his irritation go mad, it was as if both siblings only realized that they were, apparently, in a hospital with doctors around. Talk about rude people.
"Ah, ah, of course, sorry about that," Kyoko bowed and smiled sweetly, the doctor's irritation was long forgotten. Shooting a glare at her brother's side, she walked calmly next to the door her brother was sent to. She sent a flowery smile to her schoolmates that were still looking at her oddly and they all but looked away.
She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before slouching on the wall. It's not as if she had changed or anything, it was after all her true nature. She might be dense as people deemed her to be, but she was still the fighter she was born with. Maybe it was about genes, considering how her brother was, it wouldn't be really that strange.
But she had created this image, the image of a person that never fights back. It wasn't because she hated people, or something like that but because it was easier this way. To find friends, of course. The only people who knew her true nature was Hana of course, her brother, and herself. Wonder why not her parents? Because they too thought of her like some goddess, and she wasn't that heartless to disappoint them.
It's not that she was actually wishing to change, she liked her true nature. Brisk, ready to face anything, vastly weird, but had a sense of humor, she was a normal person if one might say. But the society she was living in, it was hard to say.
Then, there went her boyfriend. Every time she thought of him, her stomach would do this flip-flopping that made her feel oddly weird, but not in an unpleasant way. The way he acted around her, placed her hair to her ears, it was as if they were in paradise. She thought.
She had been dreaming to be with him since she started middle school, but she never saw him looked at her way, so she gave up the idea (though she was still hoping that he would come her way). And it happened, that day that he declared his love (it was really boasting about his abilities, but let her have her way) for her, she thought she would die of happiness. Not that people had seen that.
She blinked, broke into a small smile, and nodded. She was really jumping inside, but that would ruin her image of being the yamato nadeshiko she appeared to be, so she stayed quiet all the while. Natsu always came to her seat (they were classmates), grinning, and offering her a hand of a gentleman (the hell), and she would always giggle.
They were doing quite well, Kyoko concluded. But she didn't get why her best friend Hana was so against him and she could see how her brother looked at her boyfriend. It was as if he was trying to read her boyfriend, but couldn't and always get frustrated for not knowing. And he was always stiff around her boyfriend, though why Kyoko couldn't figure it out.
It wasn't like she had seen anything that could lead her best friend and her brother against her boyfriend, her boyfriend was perfect in her opinion. He was handsome, sporty, popular, and nice, although now that Kyoko had thought of it, Natsu felt so far away. She had realized that she knew nothing about him.
It's not like she asked, but still to realize that she knew nothing of her boyfriend, it was kind of depressing. At the same time, suspicious. How come she knew nothing of him when they were almost always together every day? Then again, it had always been about sports that they were always talking about.
That was a good thing, wasn't it? She knew he loved sports. What the hell, she thought. Everyone knew that. That Natsu was in fact, obsessed about playing sports. Especially soccer.
Ugh, staying here inside the hospital doing nothing was making her think of things she didn't want to think about. She didn't want to ruin her relationship with Natsu, the man of her dreams. All she wanted was to stay in those arms and let the thoughts fly away.
She was startled when the glass door from the hospital opened abruptly, clearing the hallway that half the students of Namimori were occupying, and let the stretcher past through. She casted a second glance at the doctor then another one at the silver hair that she knew she was classmates with, and casted a long glance to the person laying down on the stretcher.
Her brows knitted, squinting her eyes a little as she followed the stretcher that was going in the direction of the emergency room, before gasping for air as she recognized the person.
"Sawada-kun?"
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"Sawada-san," Fon started, his tea long forgotten on the table. For some reason, he was feeling something he couldn't quite put a finger on. He looked the children's way and they too felt something odd. Then he remembered.
Tsunayoshi-kun.
"Yes, Fon-kun, do you need anything?" Sawada-san peered through the kitchen, looking at him with an inquisitive eyebrow. Fon looked at her before jumping from the sofa to the kitchen table.
"Do you know where Tsunayoshi-kun went? He seems rather late," Fon inquired, his voice turning a little sharp as he eyed the clock. It's been four hours since Tsunayoshi-kun left (according to the children anyway). It couldn't take that long just for a walk. Then again, he wasn't at the house earlier since he was lodging on the Yamamoto's earlier. Tsuyoshi-san really was great father, Fon thought.
"Hmm, Tsu-kun you say?" Sawada-san thought, her fingers tapping slightly on the marble table, her brows knitting a little possibly thinking of where her son could be, and then she remembered.
"Ah yes! I asked him to go to groceries. Although, what you said was true, oh well," she said nonchalantly before doing another dish for dinner. Fon was used to her nature so he didn't comment on how she reacted that her son apparently, was late. It still bothered him, but not that much.
Although, where Tsunayoshi-kun had gone he had no idea. Frowning a little, he thought hard. It bothered him for some reason, it was as if Tsunayoshi-kun was in some kind of situation, though he didn't know what. Tapping his little fingers on the kitchen table, he looked at the children.
They looked as worried as him, he mused. Though how, he didn't know. Then again, Tsunayoshi-kun always had this tendency to connect with everyone he acquainted with, how he did it, Fon had no idea. There was always a semblance of something akin to color of orange in Tsunayoshi-kun's eyes, though he had seen it only in rare occasions.
He had seen it one time when Takeshi-kun seemed to be giving up on learning the sword techniques and Tsunayoshi-kun stopped abruptly (they were sparring) and it actually gave Fon a moment of pause. His arm was a centimeter away from Tsunayoshi-kun's neck, then Tsunayoshi-kun stopped his arm, placed a backing knee on his center, before leaping away.
Tearing his eyes off the floor, he saw Tsunayoshi-kun ran to Takeshi-kun's side. He walked calmly to the dojo's entrance to see what the commotion was about, and was shocked to see Tsunayoshi-kun actually not looking anyone in the eye.
Fon blinked, looking at everyone's shock faces, before his eyes landed on Tsunayoshi-kun's eyes. There was hint of orange in there, almost like Tsunayoshi-kun's eyes were cold as ice, his eyes that had always been brown was covered with sunset color, before it turned back to its original color.
"I told you to never run away, didn't I?" Tsunayoshi-kun's voice was calm, his eyes still had his normal eye color, but his posture was relaxed in a placated manner. The boy had closed his eyes, opened them again, before walking to where the bamboo sword had landed, and walked back to Takeshi-kun's place.
Tsunayoshi-kun tapped Takeshi-kun's head with the bamboo sword before breaking into a smile. The people around relaxed, knowing that the tension in the air was over.
"No sweat, 'ne?" Tsunaysohi-kun kneeled down, for once looking at Takeshi-kun's eyes with determination, his eyes turning a little serious as he said.
"Don't push yourself too much, Yamamoto. If anyone ever harmed me, you'll back me up, right?" he broke into a grin, his eyes softening as Takeshi-kun nodded. Fon had to smile, he really admired his student.
He was not really in a mood of getting students, let alone an official one. But Tsunayoshi-kun piqued his interests, and besides he would really want to explore what was so special about the child that made Reborn, the one and only, interested.
Then again, he could see it with his own eyes. How Tsunayoshi-kun made these simple gestures that he gave to people without thinking, not even thinking that what he did was something those people were dying to experience, to hear. It was vastly hilarious, if Fon was to evaluate the things he had learned, but it was quite endearing.
To think that there was this one boy, always looking hapless and weak, but if one's been able to know the true nature of the said boy, anyone would regret of not knowing him before. It was as if something out of a fan fiction story, always the dream of an aspiring author to create this kind of character that was well-known and loved by everyone.
To think that Tsunayoshi-kun was an outcast in his family, Fon could only wonder how they let such a boy lived a miserable childhood. It's not really his nature to poke his nose in anyone's business, but Tsunayoshi-kun had been his business when he took him under his wing.
And it's not really working on his brain when Tsunayoshi-kun had told him, eyes looking that look that Fon decided he didn't like before saying.
"I'm used to it."
It was not what he expected the boy would say. Although, what he wasn't expecting he had no idea. Perhaps, scream in rage, cry in jealousy, or something that would be able to know what was happening in that boy's mind.
He couldn't read him, Fon mused. Tsunayoshi-kun was real, Fon knew that far too well. That boy was not the kind of person who would even think of cheating each people's hearts. In Fon's opinion, Tsunayoshi-kun was pure. Almost whole-heartedly innocent, Tsunayoshi-kun was nothing but a child. Someone who had been wanting for comfort, yet could not find the comfort he had wanted.
But when he was alone, Fon would occasionally spent his time observing his student during at night. And it bothered him because that boy was making a face that Fon decided a long time ago that he didn't like. It was as if torn between laughing and crying, something that no one could pull it off besides Tsunayoshi-kun himself.
Fon couldn't ask the boy directly since he had by no means, still a stranger to the boy. Though for how much, he didn't know. The boy had always been the same to him, always respectful.
Fon was just sure that Tsunayoshi-kun was keeping something to himself. The one that he heard from Takeshi-kun, it wasn't only that. It was far more something deep, that something. Fon had no idea, though he had quite a few guesses.
Tearing his eyes off the children, Fon looked at the clock again. He frowned. Tsunayoshi-kun wasn't still home and it's now eight o'clock in the evening. Jumping back to the couch, he held his tea to his lips, before sipping. Murmuring incoherent words, before tearing his eyes off of his tea.
He looked at the door, frowning, and said, "Where could you possibly be Tsunayoshi-kun?"
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"I can't let you die in here, can I?" the sentence that had been running through his head for a while now. His head spinning a little, feeling a sudden feeling of nausea as he looked at the back of Natsu-sama's twin. Gokudera couldn't picture what was happening, but he was sure his heart was beating loudly. He froze on the spot as soon as he heard that line from someone so weak looking, so fragile, but in the end it was that someone he had been trying to find.
For his part, Tsuna was all but trying to not let Miura-san and Gokudera-san heaved the smoke that had been trying to escape from the gap in the elevator. He supposed he could have escaped from the door above, but he was pretty sure they were stuck between the 28th floor and 27th. He couldn't just well punch the thing off and hoped they could manage.
After all, their safety was more than enough for him not to risk something shaky like that.
He leaned his back against the metal door, trying to not let the smoke come in through the narrow gap as he thought of things that could save the three of them. He supposed he could apply the teachings of Fon-san, but he wasn't really carrying anything in him at the moment, and the grocery that he had been carrying earlier was carried back to home by I-Pin and Lambo.
Think, think, think, this isn't the time to be all Dame-Tsuna. You have to save these guys, Tsuna. Come on, think, Tsuna thought clearly to his head. He closed his eyes and felt something that had never been there. Feeling suddenly lightheaded, he opened his eyes, and punched the metal door one more time. This time, in full force.
The elevator broke in half, with a dent, and there was a smell of something burning. Tsuna didn't know if it was him, or the fire. Letting the matter drop, he walked to Miura-san's place and carried her into his back. She kept coughing, he noted with a sign of protectiveness.
He looked at Gokudera-san's place and saw the other was still frozen for some reason and he didn't want to intrude.
"Ahem," he made a sound, and the silver hair seemed to snap out of his trance. He looked at him, but the guy didn't say anything. Making his mind, he made a beeline to Gokudera-san, and slung him on his other side, while Miura-san was on his back.
Breathing hard, he limped his way outside the elevator, and was in time to dodge the fire that was coming their way. He checked his surroundings and looked if there was anyone in there, maybe, then sighed in relief as he was sure there was no one.
Problem was, how would they get out? It's not like he could just walk straight and hoped that there were not so much obstacles through the way. And he was carrying two people in the process. It might be easier if he was alone, but he couldn't, wouldn't abandon anyone even if he die (Gokudera-san inhaled too much smoke, and Miura-san was too tired to even walk). Although, he thought he saw something like a window that just broke, but the problem was. They were on the twenty-seventh floor. Deciding on jumping through that window might as well signed their death warrants.
"Just close your eyes. I'll lead the way, Tsunayoshi-kun," there it was again. The voice that had been plaguing on his mind. Deciding that it was better to trust the blonde from his dream, he closed his eyes, and felt something airy.
Last time he checked, they were on the ground. But now, he wasn't sure. Seeing that he was, or they were not on the ground anymore, he blinked. Looking at the ground, yes he wasn't having an illusion.
They really were up in the air.
Using his instincts to survive, Tsuna surged forward with Gokudera-san on his side, and Miura-san on his back. Using his hands as his propeller, he headed for the hospital. Feeling the breeze, he felt something inside. Something that felt something had opened. Though what it was, he didn't know.
Reaching for the hospital, he let the other two down. When his two feet reached the ground, all he heard was a loud thud.
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"You better take care of him, you bastard!" Gokudera but all shouted at the doctor's ears the moment Natsu-sama's twin was placed on the stretcher. That woman was sent to some portal Gokudera didn't know. But he knew she was safe.
All's ends well, if Gokudera would say. But he still wasn't awake from his daze. He didn't even know he was in the hospital until he heard someone dropped on the floor. And there he saw the body of Natsu-sama's twin laying limp in front of the hospital.
His instincts screamed and he grabbed one of the doctor's collar inside and now, here he was sitting next to the emergency room. He wasn't worried, or at least he knew he wasn't. But damn it, Natsu-sama's twin could have died. And he wasn't able to do anything.
The doctor offered to treat him, but he ignored them all in favor of not leaving the door Natsu-sama's twin entered. It's not that he was worried or anything, but the guy was obviously a nut crack. Who on earth would do that kind of thing?
Gokudera knew that in people, they would always think of themselves first before others. He knew because he was like that. At least, he thought he was. But Natsu-sama's twin didn't even promise, not even say that he would save them, but he was there. Natsu-sama's twin saved them without thinking of his own.
Gokudera let out a frustrated breath, and glared at anyone who even dared to look his way. He wasn't in the right mind to think of anything right now.
"I can't let you die in here, can I?" that sentence that kept popping up. He couldn't quite well put a finger on, but hearing those words made him feel goosey inside. It's not unpleasant. It's just confusing.
For all his life, he had never cared for his life. Sure, he lived to survive. But never once he thought of saving his own life. He had never once asked himself that if death comes. How should he react? He had never asked himself, he had never cared for his life, after all, his life had always been trash.
He never cared even if he went home covered in blood. It's just one life, what could be the big deal? Would anyone be affected if he died? He supposed not, after all he was a bastard.
But when he heard Natsu-sama's twin's words, those eyes that looked at him dead-on, he knew he was doing wrong. He was thinking wrong. He wanted to laugh at Natsu-sama's twin, to laugh at him straight in the face that Natsu-sama's twin shouldn't bother struggling because they would die in the end anyway. But he couldn't.
He hadn't meant to.
Because just as much as Natsu-sama's twin wanted to get out, there was this small flickering inside Gokudera's that maybe, they would be saved. That they would be able to live longer.
And it was granted.
By Natsu-sama's twin, no less. Gokudera wanted to scoff at the idea of being saved by a sore loser, but he couldn't because he was within heart, was very thankful that he was saved.
That on day onwards, he knew he had to protect his own.
That he wasn't just a random kid that had no meaning to this world. That he was Gokudera Hayato and he had the rights to feel alive. To feel free because he was born. He may not be a full-pledge, but he was born in this world.
And he couldn't believe he had learned that to someone as pathetic as Dame-Tsuna. And Gokudera but all for now, didn't know what to do.
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"What the hell did you just do?" Reborn asked, his voice was hard as a rock as he questioned his student who was now looking at him like a hapless little kid. He knew something was wrong, he had been feeling it since he saw the ball of fire coming to that building's way.
It wasn't like Reborn had never seen something quite a scene before, but he had a feeling that there was someone there. And all he thought was one person that could lead any trouble one after another.
Dame-Tsuna.
Gritting his teeth, he bonked the head of his student with his ten-ton mallet and placed a piece of paper inside his pocket. He would inform his student about that after checking what was going on.
Reborn really thought that someone awfully like Dame-Tsuna just flew through the window, but that was impossible. Tsuna had never taken the dying will bullets. And Reborn wasn't planning anytime soon. But he knew his eyes never betrayed him.
So if that really was Tsuna, he had a lot of things to think of. Holding the paper from inside his pocket, he held it not too close to his face. He gritted his teeth. This was really a bad time to have something like this. Because in the paper, it said,
Rankings: 3rd Strongest Student – Gokudera Hayato
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"Tetsu," Hibari called from the door, his eyes glaring at everything it had landed. He had discovered the cause of the disturbance in his school and he would never let the other have his way. Hibari swore he would protect Namimori, and that was it.
"Yes, Chairman?" Kusakabe peered through the door, his green leaf on his mouth still hanging. Gulping when he saw how the chairman was glaring at everything his steel gray eyes landed on. Kusakabe knew what the chairman was so mad about and he could understand.
It was after all, a disturbance in Namimori. And anything that harmed Namimori was not to be spared.
Hibari looked at his subordinate and glared. His blood was boiling and he had to stop this nonsense. A lot of students in Namimori had been sent to the hospital because of this person he didn't even know existed. Making up his mind, Hibari stood up from his seat, and grabbed his gakuran.
Placing his gakuran on his shoulders, he walked past his subordinate. He couldn't hold this disturbance any longer.
He stopped midway when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Glaring daggers to the person that interrupted his moment of walking, he stopped.
"What do you need?" he asked calmly, his eyes never leaving the hallway that was full of herbivores that were crowding. If it was any other day, he would have bit them to death, but he was busy now. And he could set aside his hatred for crowding if Namimori would be saved.
"Sawada-san," Hibari's eyes widened a fraction then it was back to normal. Come to think of it, how come he hadn't seen that omnivore for a while?
"What is it?" he asked, sounding irritated, yet could not get the least fraction of excitement in his own voice. The omnivore that always elicited an excited thrill on his nerves whenever he heard the other's name and Hibari wanted nothing but to bite that omnivore to death. To determine if the boy really was how Hibari had imagined he would be.
"He… seems to be in some kind of trouble. I heard from the students passing by earlier that he was sent to the emergency room, though why I haven't heard," Kusakabe continued, gulping as he searched for any chance to flee. If should the chairman decided to decapitate someone, he certainly wouldn't present himself.
He still had his dreams to fulfill after all. And dying at the age of seventeen didn't seem too appealing even for a delinquent like him.
Hibari on the other hand didn't seem to notice Kusabe's retreating figure as he was busy contemplating with his own thoughts. Of course, he'd known that the boy had the tendency to run into troubles most often than not (considering his involvement with that herbivore, Sawada Natsu, Hibari had really no claim if the boy was a trouble-magnet. And he also recognized that baby who always seemed to have bad vibes that even Hibari made sure he was at least a few feet distance away).
Feigning ignorance for worrying over someone Hibari had ever cross tonfas-to-fists with, Hibari leapt to the window of his office. He had another matter to fulfill right now and as the chairman of Discipline Committee, he had a duty to fulfill.
Perhaps after this, he could visit.
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Laughing merrily on his seat, he surveyed his surroundings. Red eye glimmering into the darkness as he stared at his subordinates. The boy had never spoken even once since the last ten days he held the boy. Even with his psychic abilities, the boy had never even utter a word about the Vongola.
He supposed it had to do with Omerta, but the idea of keeping that to a boy's mind even under mind control was quite fascinating. Although, from what he had observed the boy was protecting something, or someone else. Not the Vongola Decimo itself, but someone else.
Although who was, or what was it he had no idea. He could read ahead, but he was never the one that could read any of individual's mind.
"Kufufu," he laughed amusedly, staring into the boy who stared back emotionless. It wasn't as though it was a big deal really. Once he had gotten the hands of those rankings, then he supposed everything would work out.
He was after all determined to bring down the Vongola, and all of the Mafia that trampled on his feelings. He maybe was labeled as the demon of some kind, he was still the kid he had wished he could be.
Emotions had never been his weakness, he could hold off everything inside his own, and could even live a year or two without letting any of his feelings slipped. He died, technically, for six times, and faced death multiple times in the hands of so many gloved hands.
He supposed that was where his hatred came from. He had lost everything because of the mafia, he had lost even his so-called family because of mafia (something he really didn't lament because his family had been the first ones to say that he was available to be experimented on). Mafia was going to end on his own hands and he would use the power of Vongola Decimo to do just that.
Die or not, he would have his revenge. Revenge for killing his own dreams, for damaging his innocence, and for his loss of life. He went to six hell and he would let the people he had known experience what it had been.
To experience living in the pit of hell.
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"Tsuna!" Yamamoto leapt from his seat as soon as the emergency lights flickered and turned off. He was worried sick about his best friend and he couldn't sit still until Fon-san smacked him on the head.
It wasn't his fault to be this worried. After all, Tsuna had never been the strongest in physical he had known. And he was more than worried about his safety than anything else.
Yamamoto had been practicing with his father, learning about the sword he thought he would never hold. But for Tsuna's safety, Yamamoto was all too well prepared to learn anything. It wasn't because he had the responsibility to do so, or to even add up to his own popularity, but it was all an instinct.
He learned because he now had someone to protect.
And learning that his best friend suffered injuries that a normal person could, Yamamoto was more than outrage because he wasn't there to protect his best friend. Not from the fire, but from danger his best friend had been. He had swear to himself that he would keep Tsuna away from any danger, that he would let the other to stay alive.
Yamamoto didn't have any clue at how Tsuna felt inside because his best friend had the tendency to keep it all to himself. But Yamamoto knew as much that his best friend was hurt. That his best friend was in pain even if his face didn't usually show it.
He sometimes wondered if it was okay to hate people he didn't know. But he supposed it wasn't considering he didn't even know those people personally, but sometimes seeing his best friend closing his eyes as if he was in pain could make Yamamoto gripped on his sword, and trained hard more.
Tsuna had changed his life, looking at him dead-on, smile that always sent only to him, Yamamoto was more than welcomed to say that Tsuna was his best friend. And he was more than happy to claim that he was indeed, Tsuna's best friend.
Sure, to others it sounded pretty lame. But hearing those words from Tsuna himself made Yamamoto feel oddly warm. Someone who had accepted, not the Yamamoto from baseball team, but accepted the Yamamoto Takeshi from the Sushi bar.
"Tsuna-nii," Yamamoto snapped out of his reverie as he heard the gasps of name of his friend from the children. Then he looked at the person that was lying and he too could not help but glared at everything.
Tsuna was covered in bandages (that in self was never strange considering Tsuna was bullied almost every day that always rage on Yamamoto's nerves and Yamamoto was not always there to protect Tsuna all the time) and his hands were both wrapped with thick bandages that Yamamoto wasn't sure if he should be worried or not.
"If you don't mind," the doctor inquired, sounding very strict. Yamamoto looked at him, frowning, and when he looked back, he thought he was seeing things. Nana-san actually was here.
Yamamoto would not admit, but he had a vague wary for this woman. He wasn't sure whether he should be alarmed because she was here or he should be feeling grateful because the woman had at least the heart to visit her son.
It wasn't Yamamoto's business to pry on his friend's family, but Nana-san actually had struck a nerve the first time he met her. There was something about her that made Yamamoto want to keep Tsuna away and never let her see him again.
It wasn't as dangerous as he had produced, maybe he was just used to his own mother who had always looked after him before she died with cancer. His mother was vastly different from Nana-san, and he wasn't sure whether he should be relieved that his mother was the only one or not because Nana-san, in his opinion didn't have the right to be called as a mother.
Perhaps he was being harsh and biased, but in favor of everything else, Nana-san wasn't someone Yamamoto would be even wishing to have his mother's replacement. Then again, he was basing his decisions from how she acted around his friend. And it really bothered him because he knew from just an hour of watching that she didn't care about Tsuna.
And that always made his blood boil.
Tsuna was, in Yamamoto's opinion was different from anyone else. He may be considered as wimp and weak (but that just showed how naive the society was, and always in favor of the strong. After all, you could never teach a blind to see), but Tsuna was the only person Yamamoto knew that could look at anyone straight in the eye.
It was the boy's strength, Yamamoto mused. It wasn't because the boy could look at anyone in the eye, but because the boy had been strong ever since – in Yamamoto's opinion anyway.
Pulling himself off of the wall, Yamamoto followed where the room Tsuna was in. He was worried as hell over the boy's safety but he didn't show it. After all, there were children present, and he didn't want them to worry at their brother's safety just as much as he did.
He looked at his side and saw a flicker of silver hair. Yamamoto had a clue on who it was, but the reason for him being here, Yamamoto was left at dark. Deciding that it was better off knowing, he pulled out a chair, placed it next to Tsuna's bed, leaned in to the chair's back, his arms under his chin as he looked at Tsuna's unmoving form before letting a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Tsuna was safe, and that was all that mattered.
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"Who are you, bastard?" Gokudera questioned, his voice sounding very bored, but there was a hint of confusion in there. He was still puzzling over Sawada Tsunayoshi and then this bastard had dared to block his way.
Now, Gokudera may be prone to fighting, but he wasn't in the mood today. And besides, this guy gave him a bad feeling, and Gokudera wasn't ready. His dynamites weren't still on any of his persona.
Gritting his teeth at the unresponsive teen whose eyes freaked the shit out of Gokudera for a bit, he jumped in time to dodge what seemed to be a yoyo with needles. Deciding that it was not a good idea to be hit by those, he jumped his way to every corner he could see. He really should have visited his house first before walking around aimlessly. And now he was regretting over the second thoughts he had earlier. If it hadn't been for that, he wouldn't be in trouble just as this.
"What do you want from me?!" he shouted heavily, his breathing still even, but it was only a matter of time before it turned to be uneven. Dodging multiple needles with sharp razor wasn't any fun as he had originally thought. Along with the yoyo that just broke down a very large thick post nearby.
The teen in questioned didn't answer, only producing more needles in the air as he did so. Taking more leverage from the ground, Gokudera jumped high enough to be fair height to the other as he punched the teen's face (it still bothered him why the other was so blank) and wasn't surprised when the other teen didn't so much as flinch.
He had learned from his one-sided verbal argument that the teen had no probation of even the least fraction on those eyes. It wasn't a good realization, Gokudera thought, but he had bits of information he guessed. He just wished he could get out of this alive, or if he didn't then he was sure he would disappoint Natsu-sama's twin.
Gawking at the realization that just hit him, he staggered back to the wall. Why he bothered talking about Natsu-sama's twin, he had no idea. All he recalled was that, he didn't want to disappoint the boy no matter how his mind screamed at him that it didn't matter whether he would or wouldn't.
Finally having enough of this senseless battle, he brought out his skills, and searched around the area that could create at least an explosive that could give him a moment to escape. His eyes zeroed on the lighter, and his lips quirked into a smirk.
Using his abilities to dodge in a manner, he picked up the things that he needed. Perhaps, this was not going to work, but he was running out of option. He silently pleaded that it would work. And boomed! It did.
Leaping away from the scene as he heard the other teen coughed from all the smoke, Gokudera ran straight to his apartment not before wincing at all the injuries he had received from that little stunt. Seriously, to be taken as lightly as this, Natsu-sama would sure flip.
Deciding that it was better to tell Natsu-sama about the surprised attack, Gokudera grabbed a few change of clothes from his closet, and staffed more dynamites inside his jacket. He had a mission to do.
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"Tsu-kun!" Tsuna tried to open his eyes and as he did, the first person he saw was his mother. Noting with a little quirk of sadness that his mother was all but looking at him like he was a newborn. Coughing, he took off his mask, and looked at his mom questioningly.
"You're here for more than eight hours now, Tsu-kun. Are you okay?" she asked and Tsuna had to bite back a laugh. How many times had he heard her asking if he was okay? None, point taken if today was counted.
He smiled apologetically and looked on the other side. He saw the two kids were sleeping on the couch available inside the room and Yamamoto was with them, holding his bat so tight. Tsuna noted the gesture, but didn't comment.
Sometimes, looking at them this close always made him ask himself if he really had the rights to call them his friends. He felt like he wasn't enough.
"Tsuna-san!" Tsuna looked over to the door and saw Miura-san looking at him with teary-eyes. Feeling a little awkward with those eyes that were scanning his whole being, he shifted a little to the side. After making sure that he wasn't being analyzed anymore, he nodded in consent.
He didn't know girls could be this heavy. He mused as he was being used as a blanket for Miura-san's tears. He didn't even have a clue on why she was crying, but maybe she was hurt, and Tsuna was all she could find in this place that Tsuna noted with wonder how the place was all white.
Come to think, where was he anyway?
His mother said something about him being here for more than eight hours, though where was here he had no idea. Coming out from his musing, Tsuna choked. Arms on his neck were still folded, his clothes that seemed to be getting wet each time the clock ticked, Tsuna looked inquisitively at his mother who only nodded at him, before leaving. Where she would go, he didn't have the time to ask for it.
"Tsuna-nii/Tsuna-ge ge!" both I-Pin and Lambo jumped from Yamamoto's hold and came running to Tsuna's bed. The teen blanched before shielding himself with his arms, completely forgotten that Haru was, still crying, on him.
"Maa, maa, we should really calm down," Yamamoto smiled sheepishly, gesturing his hands in a placating manner as he took the two children that was still up in the air. Yamamoto looked at the girl oddly who had but all clutching on his best friend as if his best friend was her life line. He had no idea who she was, but she didn't give off that feeling he always felt around Tsuna's brother so he let her on.
"Are you hurt anywhere Tsuna?" Oddly enough, Yamamoto's voice was deep and full of seriousness that Tsuna had thought this man was a doppelganger of his best friend. Then again, Yamamoto always had this tendency to turn serious if it comes to baseball. Now, being looked directly at him with those eyes, he had no idea how to respond.
So he just nodded, feeling slightly dazed for moving his head in fraction, and looked around for another inspection. He was in a hospital, he guessed as much. Though for what reason, he didn't know. He didn't remember being sick earlier this week and he knew he had at least a strong stamina that lasted him for a day or two if he didn't eat.
Remembering a flash of silver hair, he all but bombarded Yamamoto with questions that the baseball jock just answered with one answer, "He's gone."
Tsuna blanched, not knowing anything other than bad news in the word, "gone." Did his best friend mean that Gokudera-san had died? No, what the hell, how could that be? Tsuna was sure he had saved both Miura-san and Gokudera-san, and he knew he would never be able to sleep if the thought of the bomber in a coffin.
"Don't worry too much, Tsuna. He didn't die," Yamamoto smiled reassuringly, and as he spoke once more, his voice was void with any emotion, and Tsuna had the urge to shrink away, but he couldn't.
"You're injured. You almost died. And your hands suffered burns left and right. What the hell were you thinking, Tsuna?" Hearing for the first time that Yamamoto had cursed, Tsuna knew he was in a bad situation. Perhaps, he could fly off somewhere and let the matter cool down, but he knew Reborn would hunt him anyway.
"I had to make sure they're safe, Yamamoto," he answered instead. His eyes turning a little serious as he noticed that he was still being hugged by Miura-san. Though she seemed to be sleeping more than crying, that was good, he thought. At least she wasn't crying anymore.
Did she perhaps think that he blames her? He would never. It was his decision and his alone. And he decided to save them not to be the hero of the day, but he knew that each person had the chance to live longer. He might have been hurt from that little stunt, but Tsuna knew he had wanted nothing but to protect. He wasn't the brightest in class, but perhaps in this way he had his own uses.
"You have to worry about yourself more, Tsuna. You don't know how much 'Tou-san and Fon-san worried about you," Yamamoto clutched on his baseball bat tightly before looking away. He wasn't mad because Tsuna saved anyone, he was actually proud of his best friend. But seeing him hurt more than every day he had seen him during school hours, it wasn't likely for him not to be mad.
In all this, all he wanted was to protect everyone he deemed important, but if one of the most important people in his life had no care for his being, well Yamamoto would be damn.
"I'm sorry," a quiet sound of plea covered the large room as Yamamoto saw some emotions from his best friend. Sure, he had seen quite the side of his best friend, almost everything about him Yamamoto already knew, but he had never seen his best friend cried.
It wasn't as far as crying because Tsuna's lips were turned down, but Yamamoto concluded that he didn't like any of it. The Tsuna he knew always smiled and he would keep that to his best friend's face as long as he could. He was not a baseball jock for nothing.
The kids all hugged their Tsuna-nii, noting how light their big brother was. Perhaps he hadn't been eating, but the kids were too preoccupied of even bothering. All they knew now was that, Tsuna was safe.
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"My, my. You're quite daring, 'ne Hibari-kun?" Red eye glimmered into the darkness as he smiled wildly to the red holes forming on each side of the Chairman of the Discipline Committee. Hibari only glared, hissing as he felt something that hit him inside.
"What a rude student," a guy wearing a white coat past him. The guy's face was perverted and Hibari didn't like it one bit. Shoving his tonfa to the man's neck, he glared, and pinned him to the wall, before graciously swayed his gakuran that was placed on his shoulder, and began to walk away.
Half his way, something bit him on the neck. But didn't bother looking into it. He had another matter to deal with after all.
That bastard, Hibari thought angrily. His teeth gritting as he then again was hit in the gut. He couldn't believe he was losing this battle, if he could call it that. Damn it all. He was feeling the sudden sleepiness until Hibari fell on the ground.
On the other side of the room, the figure laughed manically waving the paper he had in his two fingers, before glaring at the back of the room. He still hadn't had the grasp of capturing the Vongola Decimo and it was taking so long. He was getting impatient.
Deciding that it was not good to be all this worked out, he sat calmly to his seat. A memory of lost past him, before remembering something he had forgotten a long time ago.
"Because Angel-san is Angel-san! Angel-san is nice, and uhmm," the boy looked at him so hard he thought the boy would attack him, until he was met with those sparkling innocent brown eyes, and proudly presented on what he thought was pretty stupid, but couldn't keep the giddy inside, "and pretty!" the boy finished. And he decided that the boy was really stupid.
But he couldn't keep off the smile creeping up to his lips. He covered his lips with his right hand as he asked for the boy's name. The boy seemed to be torn between guilt and something, but all in all answered with raw honesty.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi," he slightly mumbled, wasn't able to notice that Hibari's body twitched at hearing the familiar name. That boy who had called him Angel-san, Angel of all things. For his past lives, he had always been called as the son of the devil, the Demon God, the cursed one, but that boy only looked at him as if he was stupid because the boy had thought that he was joking when he said it was a first that someone had called him an angel.
The figure laughed silently to himself, pulling himself out of his thought, placing a hand over his forehead, before smiling at no one.
This time, his smile was real.
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Next Chapter: Dissolving Mist and the Young Lion
A/N: Sorry for updating this late, hehe. I went somewhere with my family and I had a project that's due this Monday. Man, and I thought high school would be fun. Haha! Anyway, here you go.
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