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Yes this is another omake but honestly it bothers me that my makes are soooo short and it kinda messes up my whole ratio to chapters and words (yeah i know…)
So I have put THREE omakes in one! yaaay~~ Well actually I only planned the first one with the idea from Sah (guest) and made up the other two as I went along (like usual lol)
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Anyway my aim (apparently people have those?) now is to get double my followers! So like 800 or something ;D -also I love that so many have gone on my poll! I'm so happy some people voted for Bermuda and a little surprised some voted Checkerface (I voted for him cause i thought no one else would haha) Reborn obviously is at the top but I hope to see some unexpected results~~
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A Meaning of a Certain Term
"Gia-san, Gia-san!"
"What the fu- I mean frigg is it kid?" God did he hated censoring himself but it was better than if someone caught him and forced him back to that God-awful childcare seminar led by Jack of all people- I mean really?! He could not stand for eight hours as one of the world's most verbally violent guard's -really the guy had a vocabulary of swears even he was impressed with- lectured hypocritically on about how swearing wasn't good for Tsuna. Again.
The boy staggered to the sadistic guard; blood, bruises and faint (not really) burns evident on his soft skin. Small Gia felt a little swell of pride that his tiny inexperienced opponent had come out a little less scathed then before. He remembered the times when the fluffy kid ended up in a bloody broken mess. Maybe next time the brunette may be able to get through the ordeal without bleeding on the floor so much.
The child looked up at the other with a shy curiousity and a question dancing on the edge of his small pink- if not slightly bloody- lips. After the whole question incident the brunette had taken to Gia much like an adoring younger brother looking up to his cool big bro. The short jailer thought it to be hilarious especially whenever any other guard within earshot of such scenes turned away to silently sulk- which they would deny vehemently when teased. Jack was especially jealous since he prided himself to be the closest position to the child's 'freaking cool brother' figure. Not to mention whenever the kid looked up to like that with such big wide eyes that sparkled praises the guard couldn't help but feel a small puff of satisfaction. Honestly it felt great. Right up there in his personal list of great feelings- possibly on the same level or above the feeling of euphoria of the agonized scream's of his enemies. Of course he'll never tell that to anyone, with possibly the exception of his partner Big Pino who no one 'cept him understands anyway.
As the hesitant silence continued the short spikey haired jailer felt his impatience winning over. "Kid if you don't spit it out we'll have another session right now in which I'll beat it out of ya."
Tsuna paled at the prospect. "Hieeee! A- Ano... Well..."
"Yesss?" He hissed.
"What's a pedophile?"
Small Gia blinked. Then he blinked again. Then-
"Oh fuck no."
He didn't give two shits about whether anyone heard his language but hell or wherever Checkerface lives would freeze over before he answered that question. He may be a sadistic cold hearted asshole but he wasn't a complete psychopath- no he wasn't- despite what anyone says, he did have some boundaries and moral lines he wouldn't cross. Yes he did. They were fairly new.
With a quick burst of night flames the guard short warped to the next room and then promptly made a strategic retreat out one of the secret tunnels. Tsuna blinked. Very confused at the reaction. Maybe Small Gia got called for something.
The brunette pouted at his lack of answers as well as his sudden loneliness. Wincing at his wounds he began waddling off in search for the answer to his question. And bandages. Actually bandages take priority first.
After coming out of the infirmary in rather ill fitting bandages wrapped around his wounds Tsuna came across a rather hot headed familiar guard. "Yo Tsun- what the freaking hell are you doing bleeding out like that?! C'mere!"
Jack rather unceremoniously dropped whatever paperwork he held to properly give medical attention to his charge. If he remembered correctly Small Gia was supposed to be taking care of the brunette for the morning. Swearing in his head the undead male quickly wound up the white pieces of cloth against cleaned up skin. It was a good thing they taught the young fluffy boy enough first aid to disinfect his wounds. Seriously the red-headed male was sure the only reason everyone had gotten so good at administering first aid was because of the many, many various times the little child had gotten injured, via training or otherwise (*cough* falling on thin air *cough*). He was sure they didn't even bother with the prisoners injuries- just threw them basic medical crap and let them do as they see fit if they were in the best of moods.
"Jack- what's a pedophile?"
Well that instantly stopped his train of thought.
"W-w-wha-wh-wha-" The faded red head replied intelligently. In which the other tilted his head adorably, eyes wide and expecting. Jack felt a horrible feeling of déjà vu.
"A pedophile. What is it?"
'Okay calm down Jack. You have gone through much worse things than a three year old's questions. You've faced dangerous, powerful opponents. Hell you've once beaten a guy after getting shot four times, had two cracked ribs and a broken ar- oh shit the kid's looking at me with those damn adorable eyes! Why on all six hells were they so big and cute?! Shouldn't this be illegal?!' It was a good thing barely any of the panicked turmoil in his mind was being almost completely masked by the stoic poker face he held. Though the guard had a creeping suspicion Tsuna could see through it by now. But right now was not the time to be proud for the brunette's amazing observation skills.
"Well.."
The undead male had to figure out how to explain the word without raising the further question of, well- sex. 'Kill. Me. Now.' He internally moaned, Jack wasn't even going to dwell on the irony of his statement.
"Pedophiles are people who... Are very attracted to children. "
The guard felt a little bit of pride that he didn't screw up the explanation like he was so infamous for. In fact he was congratulating himself right until-
"Children like me?"
"Yup."
"So are you a pedophile?"
Well that was a damper on his triumph. Like a rain on his parade. And when he said rain- he meant a freaking cyclone storm.
"Wha-wh-w-wha-" Came once again the intelligent reply. Damn children with their blunt comments and oblivious naivety. "Of course not!"
At the outburst Tsuna looked hurt, his large honeyed eyes full of wounded emotions. Jack understandably was confused. When those eyes began to glitter with unshed tears threatening to fall out the guard knelt down to hastily comfort his beloved charge. "Tsuna. I don't freaking understand- did I do something wrong?" He asked in a soft raspy voices with various undertones of concern only reserved for the brunette.
"B-*hiccup*-because Jack doesn't like me!" With that announcement the little child began sniffling trying his very best to hold back his tears. Never had the fluffy boy looked so adorably heart-breaking than in this moment and it did not feel good to know he was the cause of that- misunderstanding or not.
"Why on freaking earth would you think that?!" God that was possibly the closest the guard had been in a few decades of sounding hysterical however could anyone blame him? The cutest little brunette in the world (yes Tsuna was. Anyone who disagreed would have to face the entirety of Vendicare) was near tears because of something he said!
"Well *sniff* you said pedophiles are attracted to kids like me. And *sniffle* attracted means like. So if Jack isn't a pedophile than *hiccup* Jack doesn't like kids like me. *sniffle*"
Shit. This could be one of the rare time the guard regretted Tsuna's strange mix of childish innocence and mature deductioning skills. As a skilled fighter the older male could sense when he was backed up into the corner. He couldn't tell him that the reasoning was wrong because technically it was correct. Not to mention if he did there was no way he could get out of the birds and bees talk and honestly that was not happening. And if he wasn't going to do that then he'll have only one option left.
God he hoped he was making the right choice.
He highly doubted it.
Bending down lower so their eyes were at direct level to show his sincerity in his words Jack softly said. "Of course I like you Tsuna. I would go so far as to say I love you and I'll gladly risk my life for you."
"So.. You do like me?"
"I love ya kid."
The boy blushed endearingly at the confession and Jack couldn't help but grin slightly embarrassed at the sight. It had been the first time he said that after all. It was a cute moment. Until-
"So you are a pedophile?"
"... Yes..." He forced out of his mouth through gritted teeth, begging to God maybe the boy would now just let the subject go so it could die in a dark deep pit. Of course life was never that convenient.
At the rather begrudging answer Tsuna brightened up like a rising sun in the sky and a small speck of hope could be seen over the horizon. "I'm going to tell Alejandro!" The brunette chirped happily.
And that small speck was promptly squished like a tiny bug under a ten tonne hammer. Before Jack could even let the announcement sink in and protest the child shot out of the medical wing looking for the puppeteer. It was just stunned silence in the room with only two words on the guards mind.
'Fucking. Hell.'
Later Jack bumped into a certain guard that right now he would rather not meet- for like a good century or two. Then he noticed that the other was wearing the subtle expression of mortification like he too had held for the whole day. Alejandro too seemed to catch this.
"Tsuna freaking got you too huh?"
"... He made it sound so reasonable."
It was probably the closest the fiery undead jailer had ever seen his comrade in revenge whine, he could even go as far as to say sulking. Jack was immediately sympathetic. The two were always at odds but at this moment they came at a silent ceasefire.
"…Maybe someone will tell him the truth?" The red head said a little hopefully.
"Or at least maybe the child will drop the disgusting term." The older guard muttered.
The term stuck for a good month as each guard fell victim to admitting to it.
Finally Bermuda stepped in and managed to explain what a pedophile was and that the attraction was a 'bad' type and not like the relationship Tsuna and the Vindice shared without gracing on the topics that were not meant for such an innocent ears. Further reaffirming everyone's loyalty in their amazing boss.
Needless to say a certain tenth level floor filled with imprisoned mafioso were in for an unpleasant surprise once Tsuna explained were he got the word from.
A Pile of Deceiving Brownies
"Cook-san, Chef-san and Cookie-san I'm ready!"
The three mute individuals turned to look down at the adorable sight which was a Sawada Tsunayoshi dressed in a little chef's outfit, the apron he wore was a nice light orange with a small pocket in the middle which was decorated with a big black heart that had silver lace around it and his rather over-sized chef's hat matched perfectly to it being also a faded light orange detailed with black and silver outlines of hearts at the rim. In his small hands was a custom made miniature cook set that the trio had bought him for his birthday.
Since they couldn't talk and none knew how to sign their names Tsuna eventually just named them by their occupations. Though their was quite the dilemma when he couldn't think of another word for 'cook', eventually he settled for calling the youngest looking chef- a slim woman with a simple grey dress and a short ponytail of dark brown curls- Cookie-san since she liked giving him cookies and other little yummy pastries she baked when she was free. Anyway the brunette was amazingly excited since it was going to be the first time learning how to cook!
He wasn't going to cook an onomonyaki like he promised Jack. Apparently one had to work up to such a level and be a specific age to be so close to a frying pan. But he was going to learn to bake brownies and the brunette couldn't wait! He hadn't had brownies before but Chef-san told him (via sign language of course) that they were like chewy chocolate cake and that sounded amazing. The excitable child just knew the guards would like to taste it- it appeared that despite having decaying bodies the jailers actually could taste food though their sense of taste is slightly dulled. However while Tsuna planned to give a sample to any guard he passed (and save a special piece for Bermuda, Jager, Jack, Alejandro, Gia and Pino) his main target for his tasting was for his new prisoners on the tenth floor.
Cook-san the rather elderly looking woman tapped the tiny shoulder gently, snapping the little boy out of his thoughts. Secretly all three were quite excited at the prospect of teaching the child to bake. Before Tsuna they lead grey, monotonous and lonely lives. No family, no friends, no sound. So right now they were determine to cherish this ray of light in the greys and blacks just as much as the jailers they worked for. Chef-san, the only male of the trio cracked a faint smile at Tsuna as he began signing with worn hands.
Lets begin now shall we?
For the next three hours the kitchen was full of tumbles, crashes, spills and frantic hand signing. At one point there was a definite explosion. While the interior of the room was burn proof, water proof and enforced with various other protections the place apparently was not Tsuna-proof. It only occurred to them that they should have accounted for the child's infamous clumsiness.
Finally when the brownies were baked and cooled a happy if not flour and chocolate covered brunette came out of the kitchen dragging a small trolley with a large bowl filled to the brim with small brownie pieces.
The three mute cooks just sighed as they looked at the mess in their workplace.
'Goddammit'
"Here you go!" The child chirped cutely as he passed a small piece of brownie with chubby hands to a passing guard. Said jailer thanked the other politely as he plopped the delicious treat in his mouth glad that he finished his duties early today.
Tsuna looked back at his big bowl furrowing his forehead endearingly as he tried to estimate how many little chocolate pieces were left. Despite his love for languages, stories and words he was never very good at maths- too be fair he only knew basic multiplications and such but it was a struggle just to do that. Even so it was quite evident that there wasn't enough treats left for his charges no matter how many times he counted. Pouting a little annoyed he kicked a small rock debris lying innocently on the floor.
Suddenly the child was struck with a mischievous idea. Maybe he should stop hanging around Small Gia for a while. Or at least stop playing make believe with him. He only likes to play 'torture dungeon' instead of house like some others. When Tsuna got older he'll look at that time and realize that it was more training and learning than playing actually thinking about it only the female Vindice had stuck to the more normal games of house, saving the princess scenarios and even that had been a little questionable. But it did show an effect as a little flicker of sadism definitely sparked from it. After all Bermuda did say he had to show a sense of dominance to his imprisoned mafiosos.
"Ohayo everyone~!, Thanks Emilio-san you may leave."
The taller guard wordlessly bowed at the small orange and white guard before steeping back in the portal. Tsuna really needed to learn that spell. Looking at all the men behind bars he gave his cheeriest smile, excitement and cheeriness almost palpable. The child didn't bother to wrap bandages over his eyes and mouth this time figuring they had already seen that part of him already, however he still covered the rest of his body with the white strips of clothe and one strip on his nose for good measure. "I bought treats for everyone!"
The mafiosos had to avert their gaze for fear of being permanently blinded by the raw cuteness and dazzling smile that the little jailer gave. They had spent a number of years under the artificial light of their cell so they were especially vulnerable to the sight. A few who were a little too late had light pink dusted on their usual scary intimidating features.
"What the fu- I mean hell type treats ya talking bout Tsu-sama?" One of the chained up men piped up making sure not to use any seriously offensive obscenities lest the jailers from hell skin his hide, the last incident was enough for that lesson to be thoroughly learned. The more trained observant criminals caught a shadow of a smirk marring cherubic features. Yet it happened for barely a second then it was gone. Anyone who caught sight of it could only blink and think it to be a trick of shadows.
"It's a special treat!" He squealed childishly, then abruptly the young guard gave a small sad pout. "But there's not enough for everyone.." And just as suddenly his face went into a full 180 as he grinned cheerily again. "So I made a game out of it~!" It baffled the grown men how someone could change their emotions so quickly- very different from the stoic ness of the usual guards whose expressions don't change at all- but in a good way. However at the mention of a game they all immediately became wary as they suspiciously eyed the bowl of chocolate goodies. As much as they admittedly liked the little guard it didn't mean they weren't aware of how sadistic and cruel some Vindice may be.
Seeing the suspicion in their eyes Tsuna wasn't the least bit deterred from his prank. After all the looks his mother gave him were far more heart-wrenching. Plus it would be interesting to see how lucky each were or skilled he can't tell the difference really but either way it would be fun to write in his notebook that he was using specially for them. Not to mention funny.
With a disarming innocent smile an angel couldn't even hope to achieve the boy passed the bowl to the nearest prisoner- a certain smiling (though at this point slightly pale) mafioso with slicked back hair with the name of Marcos Rovida. The tall wiry framed man seemed to look at the chocolate then at the angelic smile then pleadingly at his fellow cell mates. Of course him being a rather disliked individual meant he was given nothing. Only the ex-heir of the Dijo Familigia and bastard child of Neuvo whom were the only others not on hostile terms with him shot the mafioso a sympathetic look.
Dark green eyes narrowed suspiciously at the bowl, calculating what he deemed the safest looking piece before quickly snatching a chocolate brownie and popping it into his mouth. With a resounding crunch everyone waited for the mafioso's verdict. After a few chewing motions the male leaned back on the side wall, eyes closed and made a pleasant sigh after swallowing. It was delicious. Of course he may had been a little biased considering he hadn't had any sort of flavourful meal for about two years since confined in this cell. Too be honest it wasn't exactly the prettiest dessert he'd ever had (It could have honestly have passed for a rock or a lump of charcoal) nor the most refined yet there was something about the taste that brought back happy memories. Ones he'd pushed to the back of his mind and locked up. Memories of close friends, of times of joy. Of family. And of his beloved.
At the satisfied though slightly tinged with melancholic sigh all eyes quickly looked at the bowl with a hungry shine of a predator. Even the most prideful, the most violent and the most stoic was suddenly craving for the food. That is the power of chocolate. Tsuna gave a big smile.
The first one to make everyone aware that something wasn't right with the yummy treats was the third man offered the brownies. Already closing his eyes ready for the flavour to delightful invade his senses he paused mid chew as at the core of the chewy goodness was something hard. Really hard.
Suddenly the taste of chocolate was gone and all he could taste on his tongue was the hard solid. A disgustingly metallic-ish yet earthy taste. Spitting it out in his hand the man looked down in shock. A rock. He was about to eat a rock. He had experienced various tortures from Vindice guards and other mafiosos, both psychological and physical but never, never had he been in a situation where he was about to eat a rock. A rather small rock, enough to not die from, but still. By the looks of shock from the others they too felt the same way.
"Uhm… Tsu-sama?"
"Hmmm.. Yes Narado Lenos?" The little jailer hummed like he didn't just feed a rock to his charge. Tsuna felt a little rude saying the others full name with no honorifics whatsoever but he was told to assert dominance and everyone else seemed to address them so anyway. It still felt a little strange to say as it rolled off his tongue but he didn't want to make a fool of himself even more so. Surprisingly the name thing bothered him than the whole rock eating thing.
"There's a ro-" Lenos silenced himself as the small rock once again became a brownie piece. The child turned to him eyes still a honeyed brown however there seemed to hold a faint almost indigo glow in them.
"Eeeeeh- Do you not like the brownie?" The brunette gave the mafioso a sad teary eyed look which made him seem on the edge of tears. All eyes had to blink a few times to get the mental image of an abandoned abused puppy out of their head and even then they still could swore they saw deflated brown dog ears in fluffy hair. "I-I spent a long time trying to bake it a-and it's my first time…" He trailed off into a series of small heart-wrenchingly endearing sniffles.
Narado Lenos suddenly felt a part of him feel the intense need to please his guard and eat the obviously illusioned brownie. Of course the other part- the logical part was screaming that what he was about to be tempted to eat was a rock. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he felt the pressure of everyone's gazes and more importantly Tsu-sama's who kept looking increasingly more hurt by the second which the mafioso did not think was possible. He honestly felt that defying the boy would make him the lowest bastard in the world. With a gulp the man did the only thing he could.
"O-of course Tsu-sama. It looks great…" And with that he swallowed the small pebble. The little guard gave a delighted smile which almost made it worth it. Almost. It definitely instilled a sense of fear and dominance in the chubby little jailer which the prisoners now recognised.
Clapping his tiny bandaged hands together the petite figure turned to the rest of the inmates, tilting his head slightly for extra cuteness Tsuna gave a beautiful big smile that seemed to hold an edge of a smirk.
"Ne who's next?"
The hardened criminals of the underworld paled considerably.
Bermuda gave a small chuckle as he listened to his beloved brunette's story of what he'd done today as they sat side by side amidst large soft cushions in the library.
"So what happened after that child?"
Tsuna gave a small childish giggle as he adorable hugged the corner of his pillow. "Well after I was finished I left but not without giving the men who ate the rocks a small block of chocolate and reprimanded on their carelessness and that it was unfitting for my charges to be unable to see through a simple illusion."
The Night Arcobaleno couldn't help but let out another chuckle at the image of dear sweet Tsunayoshi lecturing grown men, hardened criminals no less. Maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought about letting the child have his own prisoners the Vindice Boss mused as he chewed the yummy homemade chocolate brownie. Especially if he could make them as whipped as they were now.
And The Different Scenarios of Make-Believe
"Oh no not the rusty dagger! Please Small Gia have mercy, I'll tell you anything you want!"
"Gia-san."
"Kekeke too late. I hope you don't miss your stupid face too much."
"Gia-san."
"No, pleas- aaAAGHHHH"
"GIA-SAN!"
The shorter guard looked up from the rather mutilated puppet he was holding in his hands. Red paint everywhere. Just when it was getting good too.
"What is it kid?"
Tsuna pouted.
"This isn't what I meant by let's play house."
The sadistic guard blinked. Then looked down at puppets. Then back at the pouting face of the adorable brunette.
"But brat we are playing house." The older male gave a huge maniacal grin. "Torture house."
"Oi freaking cop that's my friend there."
"Yeah and what are you going to do about it bastard?"
"Bastard?! Why I oughta-"
Somehow it all devolved from a pig of a cop and a delinquent fighting to a full out gang war. Tsuna just watched it all unfold as Jack and his loyal- if not just as rebelliously fiery -surbodinates like Junk and Scrap were also jointing in the battle against and he quotes 'the dogs of the government who do nothing but wag their tails and bark.'
The little brunette made a gurgle of slight frustration as one of the puppets dressed in a policemen outfit was violently being beaten by other puppets. Was there no one who would play with him normally?!
"-The love affairs of kings, queens and royal mistresses – what the French aptly sum up as histoire d'alcôve – have been the stuff of popular historiography for centuries; but a court needs also to be considered as an institution, significant politically, socially and culturally. Politically, it was the centre of decision-making; socially, it attracted all those people looking for advancement for themselves and their relatives by capturing some morsel of royal largesse; culturally, it promoted innovation and excellence, notably in the visual arts, often as a means of projecting the monarch's image to the world at large. A noble in such times must-"
The brunette made the mistake of asking Bermuda to play with puppets with him. Well actually the true mistake was suggesting to play knights and nobles. How was he supposed to know the Night Arcobaleno would turn this into a lesson of etiquette and royal politics of that time? He had a few suspicions that the bandaged baby, Jager and Alejandro came from a time period where the monarchy was still strong but as he listened to the details of nobility those suspicions could not have been more cemented.
Tsuna groaned as the arcobaleno started on a very long lecture on the art of proper table manners.
"Jäger will you play with me?"
The Strongest Vindice Warrior barely even thought about it before accepting. After all the only thing waiting for him was paperwork he rather not do. The small child brightened up immediately.
"Great! Let's play family~!" Jager raised an eyebrow at that as he was handed a few puppets each carved in realistic detail, though a lot of them were quite worse for wear. Ignoring that little observation he watched the little boy chatter excitedly about the background of the family. Really children and their imaginations.
"And they have two kids- one will be five and the other five and a half-"
"Tsuna you do realise children if their not twins have to be a year apart right?"
The brunette tilted his head confused. He hadn't known that. Curiously he asked. "Why?"
"Well pregnancy takes about a year."
"Pregnancy?"
Jager who had no such uncomfortabilities in this sort of talk continued on. Honestly he did feel a few qualms in what he was going to say but as he saw a familiar guard with almost platinum blond wavy hair about to pass by. Making sure to be quite loud and clear he began. "Okay so- When a mama and a papa love each other very mu-"
Before he could even finish his sentence Tsuna was whisked away from earshot. The Strongest Vindice Warrior couldn't help but laugh at the horrified glare the guard had given to him.
"Alejandro is something wrong?"
"It's nothing Tsuna… Just something me and Jager need to talk about later."
Large honey brown eyes blinked. The puppet master couldn't help but smile slightly at the obliviousness of the child. How endearing. Then he noticed the small bag of mini puppets he'd made for the boy's birthday, his observant eye for detail immediately picked up that many were damaged and a few badly multilated.
"May I see the bag?" Soft pink lips opened to protest but ins tea dsuna looked down in defeat as he hesitantly gave his bag of puppets to the undead male. "Sorry." He murmured quietly.
Looking at the contents inside Alejandro frowned slightly. They were worse than expected. However looking at the guilty face of the cute little figure the male couldn't find the heart to say anything. Plus it was obvious that Tsuna was not the main cause of the damage. Silently he ruffled the amazingly fluffy soft brown hair of the other as a sign of forgiveness.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence where Alejandro began fixing the more broken dolls and with Tsuna just watching entranced at such swift slender fingers almost magically regenerating the deformed wooden figures. Somehow it reminded him of what he was hoping to achieve with his special combination flame.
"You know my sons used to watch me work like this too." A soft spoken voice broke the silence, it was subtle yet crackly at the edge like the sound of stepping on dried leaves on a cold autumn day. While it was said almost nonchalantly their was a sense of sad reminiscence in the tone. The brunette moved a little closer to the undead jailer. It was hard to imagine everyone with such different lives, a life outside of the grey walls of Vendicare, a family other than each other.
"You had sons?"
"Three. They were like you in that they loved the idea of magic." Absentmindedly eroded flesh that remained of long slim fingers trailed down the face of a small puppet. "So much so they used to dress up as magicians and ride brooms pretending to be one." The elder laughed gently at the fond memories. "They also loved watching me work, saying it was a special form of magic. That I was the Greatest Dollmaker in the World, that I could create life in my work."
The child could recognise the grief in the other's eyes, every jailer would always show a spark of it when they talked about their old lives and before Tsuna didn't push them. Something told him it wasn't the right time. However for the doll maker it was.
"What happened to them?"
"A fire." Raw pain and anger flashed on usual calm composed scarred features. "I was foolish then. When I was invited to a meeting of the Strongest Seven a mafia familigia who held a grudge decided it was the best time to strike." A resounding crack was heard as wood split, the brunette winced at the sound but didn't comment. The faded blond didn't even notice. "I was so angered and ashamed at my new accursed form I didn't go home immediately. When I finally did return I was just half an hour too late. I couldn't do anything."
The taller male's body was shacking slightly, he couldn't even cry for his family's death. He remembered spending month obsessively trying to recreate his sons, in some futile hope that life would shine in his loved ones again. But it never happened. So much for the Greatest Dollmaker. Once the man realised his sons were never coming grief was overrun with the need for revenge, using the puppets so identical to his flesh and blood to destroy the familigia that had killed them. A beautifully dark circle carved with blood was created and a reputation was made. He named the series of dolls Sinséir, his family name. Later it was translated to Gingerbread.
Tsuna may be a child but he was mature and held an intelligence beyond his years. He saw the Gingerbread dolls that held such a close similarity to it's maker, there were only three in the series- the same number of sons. He was also aware of their reputation. It didn't take much to put two and two together.
Tiny hands gently touched the others lap. The elder seemed to freeze as if just aware that he had another being watching his vulnerable state. Suddenly he felt a small warm body wordlessly sit on his lap, nuzzling into the cold larger body making himself comfortable. Surprising as it was Alejandro immediately felt the silent comfort being given to him. If it was one thing they all learnt in each other's presence was that they didn't need words to communicate nor comfort. Hesitantly long arms wrapped around the almost delicately soft figure in a awkward but content embrace. Feather soft spiky hair tickled at the other's nose but he paid no mind.
However the blond was startled when as his tainted flesh grazed the cherubic features it felt wet to touch. Cupping soft cubby cheeks he pulled Tsuna's face up to see the boy had been quietly crying. Before he could even open his mouth to ask the child answered in a warbly sad voice. "B-because Alejandro-san can't *sniffle* cry so I'll cry for Alejandro-san." The man stiffened at the announcement, then tightly hugged the child. "I love you Tsuna." He croaked out. The little boy tried to give out a short laugh which came out more as a chocked gurgle. "I already know that *hiccup* silly."
The rest of the day the two spent playing with the puppets like Tsuna wanted.