Scacchic
Summary: Tsuna-centric drabbles. Some dark themes. Involves AR, AU, definite Dark OOCness.
7. Slaughter
The smell of fresh blood was in the air.
And why wouldn't it? The torn, and severely burned bodies littered the floor around him. However, it almost didn't make sense in his mind.
They had been burned, not cut. They'd been charred to such an unrecognisable state that their blood had been fried. There should be no blood.
Then why did the air smell so strongly of it?
How strange.
"Tsuna…"
He looked up to see Yamamoto and Gokudera staring at him with unreadable expressions. Their weapons were clutched loosely in their hands. As far as Tsuna could see, they weren't injured.
"Are… are you alright, Tenth?" Gokudera finally asked, looking slightly pale.
Tsuna shrugged lightly, casting an absent gaze around the room.
"Why do I smell blood?"
The other two didn't – couldn't - answer.
