Genre: Family/Gen
Chapter X – G27
Grandfather Clock
"Father clock, father clock,"
Tsuna sang,
"Shut up, shut up,
can't you see?
I'm trying to sleep."
Tsuna tossed and turned
on his little bed, and
continued to sing again,
a rhyme he learned from
a past so far.
[Nana sings to him, just a toddler in her arms]
"Why don't you sleep too?
You're burdened and heavy.
Sleep and rest."
Tsuna placed his forearm
over his eyes and sang so softly,
it was almost sweet.
"You're old, you're old.
Can't you see?
You're withering away,
you terribly old fool."
Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong.
"I'm not lying.
I'm not the one dying.
You're the one flying,
closer and closer,
to the bold Grim Reaper."
Ding. Ding. Ding.
"He'll reap your soul,
drag it up a pole, and
it will lull the
neighborhood."
Bang. Bang.
"I'll get to sleep.
Most certainly, right away.
Because I'm not like you.
I am not old nor a father
of generations."
Dong.
"So, shut up, Father clock.
Or I'll personally send
the Grim Reaper on you.
It will slice and dice your soul.
And I will sleep tonight.
Good night, Father clock."
Giotto stood near
old Grandfather clock.
He smiled at his many greats grandson.
Fine, he thought,
I'll stop for the night.