Chapter 10: Cozart and Byakuran.

Don't you see or understand that

You and I are under the same blue sky

While Rain and Thunder brings out Storm

Cloud and Sun will never get along

There's also the ever present Mist

Drifting along with the lonely wind

With the lonely wind…

1, 2 ,3 GO!

(chorus)

It's the sky and its weathers

You and I together

We'll break through the entire horizon

Just keep running 'till we reach the sunset

Where nobody can ever stop us

Baby you can be the all-embracing sky

And I can be your various weathers

Just keep running and shout it out loud

You and I are the sky its weathers~

The Sky and its weathers~

(back to chorus x1)

The Sky and its weathers~

Tsuna smiled limply. His iPod was the only freedom he had, and he wasn't complaining. This time was better than the previous one. He was actually only chained, Kikyo-san and Zakuro-san never visited him. The one who brought his food was no longer Uni, but he didn't complain.

When he wanted to sing along, his throat felt sore. Oh yes, he hadn't been speaking for ages now. He only speaks when spoken to and generally moves only when he was told. As Zakuro-san once said, 'A tool doesn't move on its own, someone has to operate it', and he was a tool. So he never does anything without orders except for listening to his iPod and breathes.

And so, he was silent again.

Suddenly the one and only door to his room right across him was opened. "You know that he's expensive, right? I'm charging you for every minute you spend with him." Byakuran-sama came in. He seemed to be on the phone, but Tsuna didn't raise his head at all. He didn't even shift from the armchair he was chained to. Dull brown eyes looked to his lap, he moved his fingers.

Byakuran-sama opened his earphones and smiled to him. "Tsu-chan, you've got a job to do."

Enma tapped his fingers to the table impatiently. He was never one to be so impatient, but this time was an exception. "Em, calm down. We're here as the Shimon Corp. not the Shimon Famiglia." Cozart said as he patted his younger brother's head. It had taken a lot of convincing in Enma's part to make his brother march inside the Millefiore buildings.

Enma didn't know what his brother had said to Byakuran to allow him to see Tsuna-kun. But, he was happy that Byakuran allowed him to see the brunet anyways. After hearing the details from Giotto, Enma really wanted to punch the white-haired man on his face, but punching the boss of Millefiore in the middle of their headquarters can't be a good thing.

When the door opened, Enma turned his chair immediately. "Tsuna-kun!" He shouted, but he heard no response.

The brunet was still as little as Enma remembered him. White, loose pajamas still adoring his petite figure like when they first met a couple of months ago. He held his red-rimmed glasses on his left hand and an orange clipboard on his right. "Tsuna-kun, I've missed you!" Enma ran and hugged his former roommate. But, the brunet slapped his hands away.

"Please do not touch me carelessly; my owner won't be pleased if I am returned damaged, sir." It was delivered in the most flat and as-a-matter-of-fact tone possible that it made both Enma and Cozart cringed.

"Tsuna-kun…" Enma called with tone of disappointment, but, Tsuna didn't flinch. He looked at Enma's red eyes with his own dull brown ones. "Please tell me what you wish to plan, sir. Is it assassination? Or is it marketing? I specialize in two of them, but if it was something else, I will do my best to plan for the best results." The way he said it without stammering… it made Enma thinks that it was automated.

The redhead fell to his knees. "I'm sorry… Tsuna-kun. I'm really sorry…"

The brunet tilted his head, but eventually got into his knees as well. "Why are you crying, sir? Why are you apologizing?" Tsuna's voice sounded distant and uncaring. Enma cringed when Tsuna didn't even touch him. Where was the warm, cute, and yet awkward brunet he'd first met? Where was the boy who assured him that his eyes weren't weird, but were beautiful?

Enma gulped and held the brunet on his waist. The gesture was simple, and yet firmly strong. The brunet struggled and whimpered. "NO! NO! DON'T T-T-TOUCH ME! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! ZAKURO-SAMA I'M SORRY!" Enma, as heartless as it seems, didn't let go. As the brunet struggled for the life of him, Enma shot a threatening glare to his brother.

"E-Em…" Cozart stammered. He'd never seen his brother this aggressive towards anyone—anything at all. "Out." The older redhead gulped as his brother's eyes lit up. A signature that Enma rarely showed to anyone, the determination in his eyes was so strong that it was as if his eyes were on fire. Cozart clenched his fists. "Em, don't break him." Cozart moved from his chair and eventually left the room.

Enma kept his hands on Tsuna's waist, refusing to let go of the brunet. The younger brown-eyed boy was sobbing frantically, begging for his mercy. But, he didn't want to let go.

Enma, contradicting everyone's belief, is also a selfish man.

"You're one sick bastard, you know that?" Cozart said with his usual tone. He didn't sound like he was angry, just plain… Cozart.

"Oh c'mon Cozart~ you know how I possessive I am to my things~" The boss of Millefiore Famiglia replied with a sing-song tone. "If I knew it's going to be like this, I wouldn't have asked to meet him at all." The redhead sighed. "Well, it's best to let your brother know that Tsu-chan is my property now. Better now than late?" Byakuran asked jokingly.

"Why am I friends with you again?" Cozart asked as he ruffled his layered blood-red hair. "Best friends with me again, thank you very much~! It's because you and I are similar, Cozart. The only difference is you didn't cage your possession, while I do." Byakuran whistled. "It's the only reason why I let you see my prized possession anyways."

Cozart looked at his white haired best friend and sighed. "I don't own Enma, you know?" He said for like… the umpteenth time towards his best friend. "Oh c'mon I've been with you since you're in college. I see how possessive you are towards your brother, and how panicked you are when he ran away to be Vongola band." Byakuran snorted.

"Shut up, Gesso." Cozart said with an annoyed tone. "That's more like you, Shimon~" Byakuran replied. Both of them laughed merrily. Well, the inside jokes about how obsessed Cozart is to his brother (also known as Brother Complex) never failed to make both the redhead and the white-haired men laugh merrily.

"Single handedly raiding Millefiore Headquarters? That's more of your thing-hey! Not mine, Reborn." The blond soldier said as he polished his sniper rifle. "Well, I need you to be the element of surprise, Collonello. If you can't, I'll ask Lal to do it." Reborn clicked his tongue.

"Oi! Oi! Lal is retired-hey! She's a dance instructor not a soldier!" The military man perked at the mention of his girlfriend's name. "So, can you do it?"

"Leave it to me-hey!"

Yes I made that song, and it's the tenth track of Vongola band's album: The Sky and its Weathers.

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