A.N.: You guys are the best! Yea…betcha ya'll weren't expecting Tsuna and Tsunayoshi. Ha-ha. Thank you all so much for being patient with me 3 You are the best readers an authoress could have. I'm sorry about the fights being rushed…I don't have a lot of experience with fight scenes. Perhaps I will go back and revise them. Oh…and a tiny, itsy bitsy spoiler. Hehe: Next chapter will have Iemitsu. And yes…Tsuna did do drugs…he is trying to quit cuz of his friends. This is why I put the warnings XD (Hates drugs) e.e
By the way…I already know what pairing I'm going to do. It's something I never did before…and so to make things more interesting and fair for all of us there will a quadruple triangle and you have to guess who will win cuz I already know. *Gloats over evilness and genius*
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Pity. I do not own any of the songs I refer to in here unless specified otherwise.
Warnings: Future drug usage/references, cursing, and dirty innuendoes.
KHR
Tsuna bent down to Lambo's level, patting his big afro fondly. "Ne, ne~ Show me how strong ya are…and don't be afraid to do what ya have to, kay, lil dude?"
Lambo shoved down his fear and nodded obnoxiously. "Lambo-san will show Tsuna-nii how strong he is compared to the others!" he cried happily. Tsuna chuckled when he noticed the slightly dismayed looks on his other Guardian's faces. "Heh…go get 'em," Tsuna said, standing up to join the others in front of the screens overlooking Lambo's arena.
Lambo came out on his side of the arena, nervously staring down his opponent on the other side.
"I will not let Xanxus-sama down! So prepare to die brat," Leviathan growled his hands inside his black cloak, no doubt on his electrical rods. (A.N.: No pun intended.) Lambo felt his childish ire rise at being called a brat.
"Yeah, well the great Lambo-san won't be beat by the likes of you, ugly-face! Nyan!" Lambo yelled, blowing Leviathan a raspberry. Gokudera facepalmed.
'Stupid cow…' he thought. The others were like minded except the Varia and Yamamoto who were laughing. Tsuna merely shook his head, amused. He wasn't worried. Lambo…would win. He had to. He couldn't bear anything happening to him.
The sparking electrical rods buried into the school's roof suddenly burst a debilitating current. Lambo's eyes widened when he realized that Leviathan had roared in rage and used his rods to channel more electricity for an attack. Lambo leaped back clumsily but soon realized that this arena was designed for stamina and no escapes. He ended up getting fried but was surprised when it didn't affect him as much as he thought. As he got shocked and evaded the more deadly attacks of his dumb foe he looked up at the screen where he imagined he saw Tsuna's lazy, reassuring grin.
Inspired, he took out the 10 years later bazooka and fired it. Leviathan stopped his assault in confusion at the pink smoke that cloaked the area. But something was wrong. It wasn't Ten Years Lambo standing there.
Back in the viewing room, Tsuna's grin turned a tad dark. Reborn's head jerked to look at him piercingly. He wasn't the only one.
"Tsuna…what did you do?" Reborn asked calmly. "Hm? Ha-ha…dude, take a breather, ne? I just gave Lambo-chan's bazooka a little…upgrade is all," Tsuna replied with a yawn.
Twenty years Lambo looked around calmly before looking up at the screen with a knowing smirk.
"Maa…I see Tsuna-nii is up to his usual tricks, ha…" he muttered before turning his heavy lidded eyes onto Leviathan who seemed to be overwhelmed by the powerful aura coming from what was once the snot nosed brat.
"How long does it last?" Mukuro asked suddenly. Gokudera looked in awe at Tsuna. Yamamoto however looked worriedly at Tsuna knowing it was Tsunayoshi's idea to tamper with the bazooka. Hibari smirked. Perhaps things will get interesting after all.
"Eh…'bout 10 minutes, not like he'll need that long, but it's a precaution, ne?" Tsuna responded finally with a sigh.
"EXTREME, SAWADA!" Ryohei yelled, having woken from a short nap. Gokudera sighed. He had hoped the turf top would sleep longer for the prolonged peaceful atmosphere. Oh well. He didn't know turf top could sleep for 20 minutes anyways so he counted himself lucky for the shout free minutes.
Twenty years later Lambo stared down a slightly intimidated Leviathan. Scratching the back of his head, he sighed.
"Well…better get to it," he muttered before he was suddenly gone, his speed so incredible not even a blur could be seen.
Leviathan spun around frantically looking for his opponent. His fatal electrical rods forgotten, and the electrical rods sparking in the ground weren't reacting to a presence that could handle electricity so where was he?
His eyes suddenly widened when he felt a deadly discharge of electricity coming from above at frightful speeds. Before he could counteract the thousands of thousands of volts of electricity-way more than he could keep inside- it hit him like a roaring train of destruction. His weapons that could contain and deflect over thousand volts each cracked under the strain and broke into pieces. He screamed in agony as it felt like his very blood was boiling, his bones melting, and his eyes popping from their sockets.
Lambo landed gracefully several feet away, shoving his sparking horns back into his long black and cow print coat. He sent a lazy wave towards the screen before turning back into five year old Lambo. Leviathan collapsed his body twitching, unable to move. It would be a long time until his body was able to function normally again. He was taken away by the Mafia Paramedics who winced internally at the blackened pieces of skin falling off his body.
Back in the viewing rooms, Xanxus snorted. "Pathetic trash, "he grunted sourly. Everyone discreetly rolled their eyes at his typical words.
Lambo stood up groggily. One of the Representatives handed him the Vongola Lightning ring. Lambo blinked away his disorientation and grabbed it excitedly. The electrical rods were shut off.
"Yes! The great Lambo-san is victorious! Can ya see me Tsuna-nii?! I did it!" Lambo screamed childishly, putting the ring on which resized to fit his finger. Then he fell asleep, his loud snores echoing throughout the room, drool dribbling down his chin.
Tsuna chuckled. "Way to go, Lambo-chan…you were epic dude," Tsuna said proudly. Reborn's fedora shadowed his face, hiding his smirk. If that was how Lambo was in twenty years he must be doing his job right. Not that he ever doubted himself of course. He was the world's number one hitman after all.
Mukuro chuckled darkly. "I'm next, hm? Kufufu…I cannot wait to see the look of utter defeat on that Mist Arcobaleno's face when I show him who is more superior."
Tsuna looked at him with a yawn. "Yea, yea, dude…just don't let him suffer too much, ne? It's not cool, man."
Mukuro smirked. Walking over to Tsuna, he leaned down to his ear. "Only because you asked my dear Tsunayoshi," he purred. Tsuna grimaced slightly. "Ne…yer something else, Muku-chan," Tsuna responded with a shake of his head. Mukuro scowled at the name Tsuna gave him. Hibari had a slight smile of amusement on his face. He liked it when the omnivore used words to torture the herbivore.
God how he hated that herbivore with the trident. He wanted to bite his face off so he couldn't open his useless mouth to chew even grass. (A.N.: Kinky Skylark, real kinky.)
Yamamoto laughed at his other friend's antics. Tsuna seemed to be alright…Tsunayoshi wasn't torturing his mind at the moment but he had a feeling that Tsunayoshi wouldn't intentionally hurt Tsuna. Rather he just represented everything the Light Tsuna couldn't handle about himself. But Dark Tsunayoshi loved his Light side enough to come into existence to keep him safe and happy. It's…ironic Yamamoto mused.
This entire time he had observed in the brief few moments with Tsunayoshi he became aware of many things. Then he started to think on it more after his battle.
Gokudera sat next to Tsuna on the small couch placed on their side of the viewing room. Tsuna looked tired. Gokudera looked at him worriedly.
"What's wrong, Juudaime?" he asked. Tsuna hummed and looked at him with a lazy half grin.
"Nothing… just worried about all of my dudes is all…" he replied quietly. Gokudera beamed at him.
"We will be fine! See? I'm patched up just fine after my battle…and even everyone else is fine after theirs…can't say much about the Varia idiots." Tsuna smiled softly. Gokudera was lucky that the Varia was immersed in their petty squabbles to overhear their conversation or blood would no doubt fly in miraculous circles.
"I'm glad…I just hope that ya'll will forgive me for what I am in the end, really, ne…" Tsuna whispered almost too quietly for Gokudera to hear. He frowned, confused. He didn't understand what Tsuna meant but whatever it was he would stay by his Juudaime's side no matter what.
Gokudera turned to yell at Ryohei who was yelling about how extreme all the battles have been so far and wanting to go again and Hibari who was hissing threatening at him to shut up he would bite him to death. Reborn was looking on with slight exasperation in his dark eyes. Tsuna grinned fondly, his dark feelings fading for the moment. His friends and Guardians…made him happy. But it made Tsunayoshi…jealous. Tsuna winced.
Mukuro wandered away from the shadows where he had been overhearing Gokudera and Tsuna's conversation. A slight frown was on his usually darkly amused face. He saw the wince on Tsuna's face. It was unusual expression to see on his face.
'What could be so bad about that peace loving fool that we couldn't forgive him for?' he wondered.
No matter what he would find out sooner or later-preferably sooner.
For now he had a battle to win.
Mukuro headed out of the viewing room towards his battle ground location which was on the baseball field. The sand stretched far, it looked so empty. Perfect for illusions really. The Mist Arcobaleno was far on the other side.
For a moment they stared at each other. It was silent. Mukuro couldn't keep the arrogant smirk off his face. The Mist Arcobaleno was stoic but you couldn't really tell because of the black purple cloak covering his face from view.
Mammon peered at his opponent calmly. Already he could tell despite the teen's lack of many years of experience that his powers and prowess far outstripped his own. That also included his spiteful cleverness. However, he wouldn't let that stop him from attempting to wipe that smirk off his face.
When a cloud of dusty sand drifted on a faint wind, the battle began.
Mukuro's eye changed to the Realm of Hell. It warped the surrounding area into hungry, black flames causing the sand to heat into glass which he then propelled towards Mammon. Mammon floated out of the way of the flames, evading the glass easily. But he soon realized that it was a distraction as seconds later a pack of rabid dogs darted towards him. They leaped high to reach them, their yellow fangs gleaming with poison.
With a scowl, Mammon used his own illusions to weave a tapestry of webs with venomous spiders on them which scared the dogs away.
Mukuro cackled as he kept Mammon on defense. He loved to play with his victims. Vines and roses with thorn s erupted from the ground indicating he changed his eye once again. Mammon twirled out of the way to the other side of the baseball filed like desert before they could entangle him. He sent out wave upon wave of burning arrows towards Mukuro until he could feel the heat coming off of them. He scoffed and cast them aside easily.
"What? Why do you not falter? Do you not fear death?!" Mammon exclaimed, having seen too much for these to be simple illusions. He knew Mukuro to be powerful but not to this degree. Actual physically harmful illusions? Actual animals?
"I am Death," Mukuro said arrogantly before his eye changed. The Realm of Demons.
Mist flames erupted from his eye. Suddenly he was gone. It took Mammon's flexibility and speed to dodge the demonically powerful blows Mukuro came at him with. He realized he needed a distraction for Mukuro so he could plan put a strategy or he was quite eloquently-fucked. The ground was littered with Mist flaming craters where Mukuro had tried to smack him across the field but barely missed each time.
He should've realized plans don't work on Mukuro. You have to be unpredictable and work on the fly. Much like Tsuna but most people weren't like Tsuna. Or have epic brute force and stamina like Hibari whom most people weren't like either.
Mammon quickly formed a brick wall with barbed wire that stretched from one end of the field to the other as he sent several of his own more physically harmful attacks at Mukuro. He flipped back in the air, deciding on a course of action. He would surround Mukuro with no escape routes and scare him into submission and fear.
Mukuro merely bypassed the paltry illusions intending to end this quicker now. He was getting bored.
Mammon surprised him slightly by going on the offensive. Using the landscape as a focal point and tool, Mammon ripped up all the sand with his illusionary wind until it hovered in thick screens everywhere. Mukuro leaped backwards trying to find a way to see. Suddenly he darted out of the way of several shards of glass, flaming debris, and projectiles.
"Copying me, hm? Where is your imagination?" Mukuro taunted.
Mammon appeared next to him, kicking him in the back. Mukuro's eyes widened before he screamed as he flew forward.
Mammon looked down on him, feeling smug. That is until he started to laugh.
"Kufufu…you were fooled this whole time," Mukuro chuckled. Suddenly everything around him exploded into vines and thorns, entangling him and the Mukuro before him transformed into a laughing skull which came at him. He was unable to escape the bindings of the real, real illusions and struggled. It swallowed him and he lost conscious. Before blackness consumed him he saw the real Mukuro cackling like a madman.
"How?" he choked. "Kufufu…I went through Hell and became a God," Mukuro said.
Then he knew no more.
The Varia was in shock. Some showed it like Xanxus, Squalo (who was covered in a shit load of bandages from piranha bites), and Bel while Flan and Lussuria stayed silent. Flan was about to say something scathingly sarcastic but saw that he wouldn't need to. Xanxus would do it for him.
"Tch…he wasn't worth shit, fucking trash."
Couldn't be more eloquently said Flan mused dryly.
"VOI! That was terrible, Mammon!" Squalo yelled, annoyed. However even they were surprised by the Mukuro brat's skills.
"Shishishi…no blood was shed? Dearly disappointing," Bel sighed.
"Dude…that was awesome but I think ya scarred him for life," Tsuna said, his voice only slightly disapproving. Hibari merely nodded slightly towards him, distaste masked for once.
Poor Mammon was carted off by the Mafia Paramedics and a psychologist.
Mukuro went to lean on the wall beside the couch where Tsuna was. His smug smirk said it all.
Yamamoto cheered along with Ryohei. Their combined voices grated on everyone's nerves except Tsuna's. Lambo was snoring away still but Gokudera could tell he was about to wake up soon. Damn.
Tsuna poked longingly at his stick of miracles in his pocket, biting his lip anxiously. His fight would be soon. But he was just happy his friends were alright. They started training earlier so they were better prepared. Yet he couldn't help getting fidgety. Things were gonna get really non peaceful and fast. He could feel it.
There was a thirty minute recession before Hibari's fight. Naturally this pissed him off some.
"Calm down dude…your aura is like totally fluctuating…sides who the hell is the Cloud Varia dude anyways?" Tsuna said, his voice trailing off. Everyone looked towards the Varia side which looked like a warzone.
Bel was idly throwing knives at Lussuria who was complaining in a high pitched voice. Squalo and Xanxus were in a heated argument about some petty issue or other. Flan was eating a piece of pie he got from God knows where, watching and contributing comments that no doubt made the atmosphere more agitated. In the far corner was a weird contraption. It emitted flames of a curious sort.
But it seemed like it was masked by something. Even Reborn seemed curious about it. It was familiar…the flames…
It annoyed him that he couldn't figure it out.
Hibari glared icily at the contraption instead of his original target-Tsuna.
"I believe that's the Gola Mosca," Mukuro muttered.
"Ne, ne…you sure are informed, Muku-chan," Tsuna said, chewing idly on the feathers in his hair. A vein twitched in Mukuro's forehead.
Hibari calmed down slightly. He would abide by the rules and be patient.
Eventually the thirty minute recess ended. Hibari eagerly stalked out of the room towards the raised platform on the outside. The Gola Mosca stood stationary across from him. The platform was stone, wide, and long as half a football field. Plenty of room to move. You could see any and all moves your opponent makes but that goes for them too.
Hibari's eyes narrowed. Something was seriously off about his opponent. It had no natural sentient feeling. Yet it possessed flames of a sort. You had to be organic to possess flames. Or so he thought.
Hibari felt bloodlust roar through his veins before he darted towards his opponent. His tonfas rose for a dreadful biting session. Only to start in shock as the Gola Mosca suddenly started to use Dying Will Flames against him. They burned though the stone where he just was a second ago. Everyone except the Varia stared in shock.
It zigzagged in sporadic movements towards Hibari who deflected its assaults with his own deadly, glancing blows. Loud clangs echoed as his weapons danced off the metal of the Gola Mosca.
The fight went on with neither giving ground.
Suddenly, the Dying Will Flames sputtered and the Gola Mosca collapsed. Hibari heard grunts of discomfort and pain coming from within it. He paused in his assaults as much as it annoyed him to do so. He stalked up to non-responsive Gola Mosca while everyone held their breath.
He kicked it.
Everyone face faulted.
When Hibari got the response he wanted-human pain, he continued to pry into the contraption to yank out the cowardly herbivore that refused to face him like a man. In the process he unknowingly deactivated it. Thank god. He tore through the metal sheet plating viciously and out fell a restrained and bloody body of a man. Reborn immediately left the room as fast as his little legs could carry him.
Gokudera gasped. "Is…is that Nono?"
Mukuro leaned forward in interest. "The Ninth Boss of Vongola, hm?"
Tsuna yawned before standing up lazily to follow Reborn after handing off Lambo once again to Gokudera who was in too much shock to care. As Tsuna passed a madly laughing Xanxus who was thinking about the best way to frame the "peace loving brat" to become the Tenth Boss among the Vongola Famiglia, he patted Xanxus on the shoulder. This was seen by the ones who saw this as a suicidal move. But Tsuna didn't care.
Yamamoto stiffened. He knew that feeling. Tsunayoshi…
With a voice too quiet for anyone to hear except them, Tsuna leaned up to Xanxus's ear.
"I still demand a battle between us for Tsuna's honor…so cease thoughts of such a distasteful nature against my Light," Tsunayoshi hissed before Tsuna took over again.
Xanxus growled. How dare the trash say such things to him?! But something was off about him.
"Ne, Xan-chan? Why do ya look drugged dude? That's my expression," Tsuna asked, blinking slowly.
Xanxus's hands shook in the ready-to-strangle-position in front of him. Oh how he wanted to strangle him but something always stopped him. Was it the big, adorable eyes? The non-threatening nature? Or that malicious presence he can steadily feel within the brat ready to kill him? He didn't know but whatever it is he turned away.
"Fine, get ready to die soon, "he grunted. He didn't see Tsuna's confused expression by his words. Tsuna shrugged, scratching his head and continued to follow Reborn. They got the entire story from Nono. About how Xanxus had Dying Will Flames, how Xanxus's mother begged him to take him in as his own before she died, how Xanxus believed he was Nono's son all those years, and how he was denied the Decimo position because he wasn't of the Vongola lineage. Tsuna thought it was horrible and felt sorry for Xan-chan.
"That's like so not a peaceful story man," Tsuna grumbled. Reborn shot Tsuna a warning look to be more respectful. Nono smiled gently at him as the Mafia Paramedics gingerly carried him away. Reborn shook his head with a sigh. This was unprecedented.
"Indeed," he murmured before passing out.
When he was gone Tsuna and Reborn stared at each other. Hibari had stalked off moodily, angry that his fight had been such a letdown.
"Ne…I have to fight?" Tsuna whined.
"Yes."
"Damn."
Reborn left to go back up to the viewing room. He wanted to go see Nono but knew that he would have to wait. There was more going on than he had let on.
Tsuna and Xanxus stood across from each other; Xanxus looked like a caged animal and it made Tsuna want to hug him. Like really bad. So he did.
Before Xanxus brought out the big guns-literally-to end this quickly, Tsuna darted up to him, coming too close. Tsuna threw his skinny arms around Xanxus's broad chest as best as he could and squeezed. His guns hung limp in his hands, in the air. Xanxus froze. He didn't know how to react. No one…has ever…hugged him before.
Everyone gaped at the scene. Reborn snickered softly. Yamamoto, Ryohei, and Lambo who had just woken up started laughing uproariously at the expression on Xanxus's face. They wished they had a camera. It was priceless. It cheered Hibari up some. Mukuro smirked.
The Varia really couldn't believe what they were seeing. Flan had choked on his desserts from laughter. Lussuria cooed at the scene. Squalo was cackling at his Boss's discomfort. He actually blushed!
Tsuna nuzzled him and he blushed slightly. Scowling, he pushed him away roughly. Tsuna gave him a lazy grin full of fondness.
"Do ya feel better? They say laughter and hugs make someone feel better, ne," Tsuna said.
"Grr…" Xanxus's head was down.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU TRASH!" he roared before shooting at Tsuna with his deadly Flames. Tsuna leaped back and side to side, not taking him seriously. This pissed him off more. They did a dangerous game of tag-Xanxus chasing and shooting and Tsuna dancing out of the away and laughing. But then something inconceivable happens.
Tsuna falls backwards, his foot tripping on a loose piece of stone in the platform.
A malevolent, fearsome, malicious aura swept throughout the area. Reborn shivered. What was this feeling of total, utter doom? Yamamoto knew but kept quiet.
His loyalty was to Tsuna and his Otou-san-no one else.
Xanxus backed away slightly. Tsuna stood up slowly… staggering to the right as though drunk before straightening into a gentlemanly posture that signified superiority.
"My, my…looks like I get to step in after all," Tsunayoshi murmured. 'Tsuna…are you sure?'
'Ne…I…can't do it…just please, please don't hurt him too much, man.'
He chuckled. 'I won't my dear…don't worry your pretty head.' He felt Tsuna roll his eyes.
Mukuro leaned forward in interest. He noticed Tsuna's actions to be similar to his and Chrome's connection. It was curious…he couldn't wait to see what happens…and what Tsuna's secret was.
Lambo peered at his Tsuna-nii-hoping he would be alright against that scary man.
Gokudera clenched his fists, praying for Tsuna's safety. Hibari merely glared at Xanxus. The Varia was making a riot loud enough to scare the dead alive again.
"VOI! Don't lose to that pipsqueak, you shitty Boss!" Squalo screamed. Flan rubbed his ear, glaring balefully at Squalo.
"Quiet down you prideful shark on meth," he grumbled.
"VOOI! What the fuck did you say to me?" Squalo howled.
Bel chuckled creepily, playing with his knives and slicing thin lines on his arms. Lussuria was trying to get them to stop arguing without success.
"Darlings, cease this ugly banter," he cried, pouting. It was creepy.
Tsuna's Guardians turned their attention away from the Varia's squabble back on the battle.
"It's alright Yamamoto…you don't have to protect what's mine in my place," Tsunayoshi whispered too softly for even Xanxus to hear.
Orange fire erupted in Tsunayoshi's eyes, burning with the fury of a trillion suns. Xanxus scowled despite his growing uneasiness. This brat was different from before. Darker, deadlier, more…intense.
Tsunayoshi caressed the bloody strings of the changed guitar in his hands. They made ominous twanging sounds like a funeral march.
"Let me play a song for you, yes? I believe it would only be right for the coronation of your utter defeat," Tsunayoshi purred. Xanxus bristled angrily and prepared to launch himself at Tsunayoshi. Then something happened that never happened to him before. His limbs froze and wouldn't obey his commands. Then he heard eerie sounds and realized it was the trash's singing.
It was different from the light, playful, beautifully pure notes he had heard before.
"Your eyes are open
But all you see are the things you wish you couldn't
Even if they were closed, you'd still feel the world slowly turning
You're sick of this life and all it's done to you
Everything seems dull and gray
Time has lost all meaning
The same minutes, the same hours…
The same days and months go by…
The seconds just decrease your euphoria
The Earth is the opposite of the evanescent, dark space encompassing it
Your eyes cradle tears as your time never comes to step out of the light
You suffer from a case of severe melancholia that haunts your waking dreams
Your world weary heart is weighed down by sorrow and regrets
In the end, your demise is of euthanasia
Without pain and with great joy do you pass into the void."
The last strum of the guitar fades and silence cloaks time.
Xanxus felt his heart grow cold with dread. That song foreboded a certain finality he didn't like.
It was then he became aware of himself…dying.
'No…no what the hell is this?!'
For some reason his body felt heavy, his mouth numb, and his heart sluggish. The blood in his veins felt like ice. His eyes became heavy lidded. His breath came out in short, harsh pants. He never felt so helpless. He could see Tsunayoshi kneel in front of him with a creepy smile on his face.
It made want to shiver but he couldn't even do that. His guns lay useless by his sides.
"You are not dying…I gave the illusion that you are by influencing your emotions and brain synapses through song to make you feel as though you were on the verge of death…pleasant is it not? Tsuna told me not to hurt you too badly but I couldn't resist at least scarring you, yes?" Tsunayoshi explained, his voice getting lower and lower till it faded out. Xanxus felt himself fall away.
Before he did completely so he heard Tsunayoshi say," You will wake up in thirteen hours…enjoy yourself."
Then the nightmares began. Xanxus couldn't even scream if he wanted to-which he did.
Tsunayoshi stared down with hooded eyes upon Xanxus's twitching body.
Everyone once again was stunned. That wasn't Tsuna…
Who was he?
Tsuna suddenly came back into his body. He looked down sadly at Xanxus.
Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes.
'Why do ya have to act out in jealously, dude… that was so not peaceful…?' Tsuna asked Tsunayoshi.
'Because it is in my nature while not in yours to do so.'
Tsuna remained quiet, not replying. He didn't want to converse with his newly returned Darker half at the moment.
A Vongola Rep came up to him hesitantly and gave him the Vongola Sky Ring which he took with slight reluctance.
He really didn't want this damn job.
He leaned down next to Xanxus and placed a gentle and calming hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Xan-chan for what he did to you…I should never have let him have control in the fight…I just…violence kills me inside…I hope you can forgive me," Tsuna whispered, tears silently falling down his face.
Then he did something odd to everyone watching. He took off a feather from his hair-a snowy white one- and placed it within Xanxus's wild black tresses.
"This should stave off the not very peaceful nightmares, dude…" Tsuna said with a small yawn before walking away. Xanxus stopped twitching and whimpering, his body relaxing into a peaceful sleep. As Tsuna went to go to the viewing room, Xanxus was already taken away.
Everyone stared at him. "Ne, ne~ Watcha ya'll staring at?" Tsuna said.
"What did you do to make him stop suffering, Tsuna-chan?" Lussuria asked. Tsuna flashed him a grin tinged with sorrow.
"My feathers ain't just for show ya know? They help with many things if nature gives you them willingly," he replied vaguely, drifting off to leave for home. He was hungry.
The Varia knew they were defeated. It pissed them off but in retrospect they knew that…Tsuna was meant to win. Besides they didn't like fighting with allies anyways. It made them uncomfortable. They went to retrieve their idiotic comrades and head back to Italy.
They knew they were going to be in deep shit when Nono got back as well.
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They were all outside the school. Yamamoto hugged him tightly. "I'm glad you're alright, tell Tsunayoshi he needs more self-restraint…I'll see you at school," he whispered before walking off to go home. Tsuna chuckled. Tsunayoshi? His Dark half? Restraint? Those words in a sentence would be enough to cause the apocalypse.
Tsuna smiled gently at him as he walked away. He was glad to have him as a friend.
Gokudera had to go replenish his bomb supply but he gave Tsuna his rare, genuine smile, kissing his forehead, before walking away.
Tsuna blushed and scratched his head, the beads clacking cheerfully. Hibari stared at him, giving him a slight nod before walking away, his black Namimori coat flipping up and around him.
Mukuro walked around Tsuna in a circle. "So…have you anything you would like to tell me?"
Reborn had gone to talk to Nono, Ryohei had left already to see his sister with loud exclamations of extreme punctuating his steps, and Lambo had taken off with I-pin back home. So it was just them.
"Eh…not that I know of," Tsuna said, whistling innocently. Mukuro's eyes narrowed. He had thought Tsuna above lying. Oh well.
"Oh really? Kufufu…I will find out, Tsunayoshi," Mukuro said before disappearing in Mist Flames to find Chrome and the others of his gang.
Tsuna grimaced when he realized he was alone and started to walk home. Mukuro didn't know it but he sort of already knew half of Tsuna's secret.
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When Tsuna got home everyone glomped him. "Whoa, whoa…what's wrong, ne?" he asked his Okaa-san who beamed at him.
"Today is a great day, Tsu-kun!~ Your Otou-san is coming home soon!" she cried joyfully.
Suddenly the delicious smells of the food wafting from the kitchen seemed unappealing and Lambo and I-pin watched as their Tsuna-nii's warm, beautiful, kind, eyes grew frigid and dark.
Nana of course remained oblivious to her son's turmoil.
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A.N.: I hope ya'll liked this chapter :) Oh and the poem/song Tsunayoshi sang is mine ha-ha. Please comment? 3