Triple Layered Sky
Prompt: Salvation
Byakuran sat up with a gasp, his breathing hard and the cold wetness of tears on his cheeks. He reached out to the side, grabbing Shoichi's side with the tips of his fingertips.
He took several deep breaths as he mapped out the others body with his fingertips. He felt the scar running down his hip from the time he fumbled a sheet of metal and the burn mark on his chest that Byakuran loved to kiss. When he'd assured himself that Shoichi was here with him, not Christa the girl from America who gave his other self soft smiles or the German boy Elias whose cheeks were always splattered with innocent paint as he swore like a sailor, and that he was him his breathing finally evened out.
"Fuck," he swore as he rubbed his hands into his eyes, wiping away the tears there. When his vision wasn't blurry, he managed to reach over to the nightstand and dial the familiar numbers.
Tsuna's voice was annoyed as he answered, "Byakuran it's three in the morning. What do you want?"
Byakuran replied, his fists clenched tight around the phone, "I just died somewhere and I-"
Tsuna cut him off, the brunette suddenly wide awake, "I'll swing by to pick Yuni up on my way over. I'll pick up some cake from that place you love too."
"I know I don't say it often," Byakuran declared after a moment, listening to Tsuna whisper where he was going to Kyoya as he dressed, "but thank you for making sure that wasn't me."
E/n: Sorry it's so late in the day! I've been at the fair with my parents all day, and I'm red as a lobster trust me, and only just got home thirty minutes ago.
As far as the drabble goes, I like imaging that since Byakuran was so full of hate before that's why he could only see worlds that he had under his power and that now that he's happy he can see the ones where he's happy. I also like the idea that sometimes he dreams of the other worlds, and while his dreams are usually normal and like anyone elses those are the nights when he might lose sight of himself and need reaffirmation of who he is.