Pieces
Summary:- Tsuna was getting tired of picking up the shattered remains of the relationships he had. Right now, he was stuck in the middle of choosing between his current lover, or his ex, Rokudo Mukuro, who also knew his secret. 1827. 6927. Tsuna's POV. AU.
Chapter Seven
I remained still, Kyoya still pinning me to the bed as he froze, his eyes confused. His facial expression softened as he stroked my cheek, whispering gently.
"I would have liked to let you go find it." he said softly, his raven hair brushing against my face. "But you have surgery soon, so I can't let you go out."
I tilted my head to the side, nodding slightly in unhappiness. He let go off me, running his fingers gently through my scalp and soothing me with soft whispers, but I wasn't really paying attention. My eyes drifted to the side where I saw the late-night nurse come in and started the process of checking me over, checking my pulse, my heart, etc.
Kyoya sat back down, thinking quietly as I glanced at the heart monitor and watched at it's ragged patterns before sighing. Due to my age, I'd be in surgery within a few days, maybe hours depending on the schedule.
I didn't like surgery. I knew it helped me a great deal, but the thought that I might never wake up again had always crossed my mind.
Like it would matter.
I wonder why Uni still taunts me in my head. I know on some form of subconscious level that I didn't kill her, so why…?
Why does she continue to make me suffer?
31st January.
"It's good to see your ok, Mukuro." I said half-heartedly, looking from side to side to see both Kyoya and Mukuro glaring at each other. I'd always joked to myself that one was a hero and the other a villain. Like… Kyoya was Hero Skylark and Mukuro was villain Pineapple-
I burst out laughing, startling both off them before I started coughing lightly, quieting down. Today was the day they fitted in an emergency booking for me to get surgery, and it was only ten minutes away before they have to knock me out. As usual, Kyoya was next to me, but Mukuro had to discharge himself to sit with me and had to glare at a nurse darkly since I had a 1-visoter at a time rule.
Blowing upwards, my hair swished out the way from my eyes as Kyoya held onto one hand and had this argument with Mukuro since he held the other one, which made me laugh until I was sure they were going to kill each-other.
It was silent for a few moments, and I closed my eyes and sighed in content when Kyoya ruffled my hair or Mukuro tickled the back of my palm. It felt nice, having these two next to me. Time appearing to be ticking fast to me, even though I wanted it to go more slowly. I think Kyoya could sense my worry and leaned down, kissing me on the cheek gently and stroking his thumb over my cheek. Mukuro knew that he couldn't do the same, but he squeezed my hand when my eyes widened when the door opened, a group of doctors coming in as I clutched at Kyoya's sleeve.
That was always the scary part. I wasn't scared of getting surgery, I was just afraid of complete strangers cutting me open and-and…
"Hush." said Kyoya quietly, linking his fingers with mine. "After this, we'll go out, get you some hot chocolate and we'll get you something nice to eat."
Before surgery, it's recommended you didn't eat much, so I was starving. I nodded, giving him a weak smile before I turned to Mukuro, who was in the middle of moving out of the doctors way.
"Kufufu, there isn't really much I can say, Tsunayoshi-kun." said Mukuro, flashing that smile he used to always use with me. "Good luck?"
"That's not helping-"
"Thanks Mukuro, Kyoya." I mumbled, watching as a nurse directed Kyoya away from me. "Promise me you won't argue when I'm through there?"
Awkward silence. I knew they were going to argue anyway, but it was worth a shot. Closing my eyes, I allowed my head to be tilted upwards, a gas mask being strapped over my mouth. Oh, the joys…
I felt a wave of drowsiness as I glanced to the side of the room, watching Kyoya force a comforting smile while biting at his lip as he stood next to Mukuro, who was in the middle of pinching himself so that he didn't say something cheeky.
You're going to die.
I am not going to die. I'm gonna live and get my damn hot chocolate and food.
Your blood is going to splatter all over the operating table.
As it usually does in surgery, Uni.
You have a weak, frail body; you won't be able to survive your 17thtime of this.
I'm so sure I heard this answer when it was my 16thtoo.
You're going to come visit me and Nana-san in heaven.
I didn't know how to answer to that one. I was expecting something along the lines of 'you're going to hell' or 'DIE!', so I was a little shocked as my vision plunged into darkness.
BLEEP. BLEEP. BLEEP.
From the viewing point, Kyoya sat and watched, not affected with the sight of blood but badly affected at seeing my chest being cut open. Mukuro had come along as well, but he had looked away.
I couldn't tell how they were feeling, considering I couldn't feel anything at all. I knew the process well enough, but… I was just glad I couldn't see or feel any of my surroundings.
I couldn't see Kyoya crying lightly, I couldn't see Mukuro hiding his face since it brought back bad memories, I couldn't see any of it. In fact, I didn't even know they watched half the time.
In a world of darkness, you couldn't feel a thing, so you couldn't tell if you were alive or dead, in pain or perfectly comfortable. You only have the last thought you were having before you black out. During that black-out, I wasn't so sure if you could think anything, because every time I woke up, I seemingly just thought I went to sleep and woke up, minus the pain I get in my chest every time I move after it.
Then again, you must be able to think if I'm thinking this right now? But it felt quiet, too quiet. I couldn't even hear Uni laughing or snickering at me in my head. It was kind of concerning.
BLEEP. BLEEP. BLEEP.
It felt cold. Not cold, cold, it was… kinda like a cool breeze… or a cold bath perhaps. Maybe I've thought this before. Since I refuse to die here, I won't believe I'm dead. Besides, Kyoya was waiting for me and so was Mukuro, although he'd probably smirk and make a comment Kyoya won't like and punch him. Perhaps I should stop them…
And then-
10th February.
"You're extremely lucky, sir." said a nurse, bowing low. "We nearly lost him, and we were about to give up, but his will to live is incredible!"
Kyoya nodded and then looked at me. My eyes were dull from the amount of pain-killing drugs I was under and I didn't even notice his presence in the room. He nodded, saying his thanks as the nurse scurried off, not willing to piss off Hibari Kyoya.
Slowly, I reached my hand out to try and find Kyoya, who was starting to flicker in my head. I settled down when I found a warm hand, my eyes half-closed. Mukuro had registered somewhere up there, but not quite.
"Kyo-ya?" I hiccupped, giggling lightly. Kyoya smirked and then petted my head gently, making sure not to touch any of the wires surrounding me. I kept giggling, unsure of my self as my fingers twitched in his hand.
"Last time I saw you like this was around a year ago." said Kyoya calmly, running a finger down my nose which caused me to giggle once more. "Although cute, I believe I prefer it when you're a little bit more serious."
I blinked at him and giggled once more. My eyes opened a bit more as my other hand reached for his face, brushing raven hair away so I could look at his eyes. Right now, I really don't think the word 'serious' was in my dictionary. I blinked a couple of time, before I screwed my head back on.
"Kyoya, when did I get out of surgery?" I asked, yawning. Kyoya sighed.
"Ten days ago." he replied dryly. My eyes widened slightly as I allowed his answer to sink into my brain.
"Ten days ago?" I gulped. "N-No, if that's true then-"
"It's the tenth of February today." said Kyoya, petting my head soothingly. "You've been on life-support this whole time."
"E-Eh?" I shook my head. That couldn't be possible. I know I'd been on life support before, but ten days was a bit much. The last time it was only two days.
Hee hee~ you really did nearly die~
"Where's Mukuro?" I asked suddenly, causing Kyoya to frown. I looked at him my eyes flickering lightly as he thought the easiest way to explain.
"He had to leave after he saw you getting cut open. He said something about bad memories before he ran out." I frowned. of course that would bring back bad memories, a knife, blood and a gas mask…
Is probably why his eye is like that. I never once thought Mukuro would be so… How do I put it? I'm taking a guess places with a lot of medical equipment just freaked him out to a certain extent.
"When can I go home?" I asked tiredly, relaxing myself against the pillows. Kyoya continued petting my head as he smiled.
"Tomorrow after your check-up." he said warmly. "Then I'll get you some hot chocolate and-"
"Can Mukuro come too?" I asked, causing him to blink in surprise. "I know it's really sudden, but-"
"If that's what you want then that's what you want." he shrugged, acting as if he couldn't-care-less. I knew he hated him, but I still needed to talk to him. I closed my eyes slowly, mumbling to myself.
"Goodnight…"
12th February.
It's happened again. Mukuro's just disappeared once more. I'm starting to wonder what's going on with him. One minute he'd be with me and Kyoya, the next he would just vanish without explaining his reasoning.
Sitting in our usual coffee shop, Kyoya explained to me that our apartment had now been fixed and we'd be allowed to move in on the 13th, which was only a day away. All of our possessions had either been replaced or fixed, and all the trees that could touch our building had been cut down.
I felt relieved. Perhaps we could back to the life was, it was settled, and the voice never bothered me so much.
But I knew it could never be like that now. I wanted to know about my past, I wanted Aria to know who the true murderer was, I wanted to be at peace with myself. I never murdered her, but I must have had something to do with it if I was willing to blame the whole thing on myself, right?
Hey, listen to that! Can't you hear that!
Hear what? I looked at Kyoya in confusion when he pulled me to his chest gently, looking round. Why was everyone so panicked? I couldn't hear anything!
Idiot, fool! Just listen! Stop focusing on me, listen out there!
I blinked and then covered my ears as I heard screaming and a cars crashing into one another in an attempt to stop. The bridge that led out of the town had collapsed. People were screaming as they plunged into the deep river.
Mukuro was there, he was kneeling over the edge, holding onto a girls hand before something cracked and he toppled over.
"MUKURO!" I shouted, running forwards and going to the railing as I watched him fall, a purple-haired girl in his arms as he felt, twisting round so they wouldn't get hurt too badly. There was a splash before they disappeared under, and I was shouting my head off as Kyoya tried to pull me away from the rail.
This wasn't an accident. It was done on purpose. The smoke looked like someone had bombed it, as so many things were on fire. People were diving out of their car windows, continuing to scream as their flesh was penetrated with cold water.
I kept looking over the edge, my hear pounding before I slumped back, spotting Mukuro's head pop back up and he choked on water, looking round as he held the girl in his arms. She looked like him. Perhaps that was his sister?
Looking to the side, I saw boats of all forms coming in, and a speedboat appeared next to Mukuro and the girl. I watched as he forced the girl up before him, sinking back down before he swam back up, wincing slightly with his ribs before he got pulled on himself.
I covered my mouth, beginning to cry. How could something so horrible happen- now? What was happening? Was there a terrorist of some form?
Kyoya kept me to his chest, whispering in my ear.
"It's ok Tsunayoshi, it's ok…"
