Title:"Life can Become Art"
Summary:And that was all it took. After that first stroke of paint, everything he had been feeling came rushing out in the form of art. Funny how you could turn sorrow into something beautiful.
Disclaimer:I do not own the wonderfulness of Katekyo Hitman Reborn! I do not own any of the amazing characters, either! I do however own the plot to this story, as well as any OC's that may show up. (Note: OC's will be minor if they show up).
Chapter Title: "Protests" (Chapter Seven)
…A fluttery feeling enveloping him at the thought of being needed by someone else.
The weekend wasn't lonely like Tsuna was used to. Yamamoto kept him company for the two days off of school, leaving him only when he had to head back home. The sports prodigy had spent the night at the brunet's place on Friday, and the two first years spent Saturday hanging out at his house.
They played video games, ate, and Yamamoto even dragged his shorter friend out the safety of the indoors for a few hours. It was unusual to the art prodigy, though not un-welcomed. It was actually pleasant.
The sports prodigy didn't stay the night again, though he was there in the early hours of the morning (Which was eight thirty in Tsuna's mind) to wake up the brunet, using different tactics to get the smaller male out of bed.
In the end, Yamamoto simply plucked the art prodigy away from the comfortable sheets and pillows on his mattress and walked out of the room, placing him down in the living room. He smiled cheekily, completely ignoring the glare that Tsuna threw at him. Those large brown eyes were only narrowed for a few moments before he gave up on trying to hold a grudge.
Yamamoto laughed off the action, saying that watching the brunet sleep was cute but kind of boring. Tsuna protested a few times about him not being cute (Because in his head, he wasn't.), but the sports prodigy would disagree every time (Saying he was cute in a kitten kind of way.), and the brunet gave up after a while.
"Pfft, second time I've been compared to a kitten this month," Tsuna grumbled, heading up the stairs back up to his room to get dressed. "I am not cute…"
School was the same as ever, except Tsuna was only bullied through words. Though he could deal with that, words didn't cause him nearly as much pain as physical abuse. But Yamamoto didn't seem to like it, though with a word from the small brunet, simply ignored him as he did.
The brunet was glad that the sports prodigy listened to him, because the tall first year had already gotten a warning from the principal (Luce didn't expel him right away because he was defending Tsuna.) for beating up the third-year bully.
"You sure you don't care what they say," Yamamoto asked, hands in his pockets as they walked through the halls of the school. It was a free period that they shared together, and since they had finished their work (Which they most likely failed, considering they rushed through it.), decided to walk around the campus in boredom.
"Yeah," Tsuna replied a few seconds later, smiling up at the black-haired swordsmen, "I mean, I've already heard every insult they've thrown at me from my old classmates. It's unoriginal and I know that it's not all completely true."
The sports prodigy blinked a few times, amber eyes watching the small brunet in wonder, before giving his signature grin. "You sure have an interesting way of thinking!"
Tsuna blushed lightly at that, not sure whether to take it as a compliment or an insult. Though after a moment of thought, and considering whom it came from, the brunet took it as a compliment.
"T-thanks…I guess," he murmured quietly, smiling slightly.
"No problem," Yamamoto grinned, moving his arms behind his head to relax a bit. The two companions talked about random things (Mostly about plans for after school.) until the bell rang. They both sighed in disappointment and walked to one of their least favorite classes of the day. Science.
On Tuesday, Mr. Dino decided that they would head over to the media center instead of the sports field. And that was because: "Some people," he stated with a pointed look at the brunet, "Seem to only be focusing on one person."
The class snickered and laughed, knowing exactly whom the blonde klutz was talking about. Tsuna blushed slightly. It was one thing to get that from his classmates, but an entirely different thing when it came from your favorite teacher.
Though the art prodigy knew that Dino didn't mean anything bad about it. The blonde had taken him under his wing, in a way. He even told Tsuna to call him "Dino-nii" because the brunet had confessed that he saw the art teacher as an older brother figure. To state the obvious, Tsuna hadn't called him by the brother title.
"Dame-Tsuna," one of the students (The brunet couldn't remember any of their names. They were so alike that they kind of just blended together.) called over to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Tsuna immediately tried to pull away, never feeling comfortable when someone did that (Excluding Yamamoto, for obvious reasons.).
"Y-yeah," he asked nervously, already trembling in fear.
"What're you gonna do when we start painting? So far you've only got that loser baseball freak, and the requirement is at least six."
Tsuna stopped walking, making the student stumble a bit. His brown eyes narrowed in a glare, eyes turning icy cold at the insult towards his taller friend. It was ok if someone made fun of him, but even he, the timid brunet, wouldn't stand for someone insulting his friend.
"Yamamoto is not a loser," the art prodigy protested, ignoring as some of the other students stopped to stare at the show. Once a few minutes of astonished silence passed, Tsuna blinked a few times, the moment of calm anger passing on.
He blushed slightly, and the cursed stutter entered his voice once again, "H-He may have a few b-bad days, but everyone does-s. So d-don't talk badly about him!"
AN: D'aww, isn't that adorable? Little Tsuna is sticking up for Yamamoto! XD
I'm sorry for the short chapter, but after this point, I couldn't really think of anything else to write unless forcing something out, which would turn out even worse than my regular writing.
Anyway, I have two important things to say. One is that I edited chapter 1-3 (Or was it 1-4?), but nothing, ya'know, major was changed. I basically went back, added a few lines and fixed a few mistakes so there are less of 'em. The second thing I have to say is that on my profile I put the stories that I plan and hope on doing later on. If you're interested on seeing what I may write after "Life can Become Art" (Which isn't nearly over.), then go ahead an look at my profile.
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