Disclaimer - I do not own KHR
Warning - Extreme Gokudera/Violet-ness
Enjoy.
Fair Maiden of the Cavallone.
"Will you marry me?" Tsuna repeated for the third time, holding the little black velvet box open in front of Violet. Her face bore no expression other than the expected shocked look that could not be bought. She didn't know what to say, or even, what to do.
"Oh my goodness!" a high, squeaky voice broke the semi-awkward silence, saving Violet but dragging her down again once she realized whose it belonged to. Sawada Nana stood, along side of Dino and several other friends, hands clasped over her O-shaped mouth. Arms tangled around Violet, squeezing her shut. The latter peaked out of her now messy hair, looking helpless over at Tsuna, who was just smiling in encouragement at her.
"Nice move, Tsuna," Dino casually entered the scene, wrapping a comfortable arm around his little brother. "Catching her off guard."
"I knew mom was watching," Tsuna shrugged, nervously and unconsciously playing with the little ring in his hand. Dino had slipped the tip just moments before the two went out to the balcony.
"Like I said," Dino grinned at Violet puzzled and overwhelmed expression as Nana pulled away and started to kiss her cheeks, "Good move."
...
The raising sun slowly peaked through the white curtains in Violet's room. Moving just to the side, Violet buried her face farther into the white pillowcase. Her entire room was shortly engulfed in a bright glow as someone pulled back the thick tapestry. A simple 'get up' made Violet groan as the maid left the room, not caring to shut the door gently.
"I have been nothing but nice to those women," Violet hissed to herself as she pulled her feet over the side of the bed to jump down. A nice breeze cool her warm body, but the sunlight, yes that sunlight, had to go.
Finding the ability to walk, she made her way over to the large bathroom that was nicely placed at her disposal. After a refreshing bath among other things, Violet was ready to pick her wardrobe. The closest doors where swung open, showing themselves to be filled with every color of the rainbow. Picking a simple off-white dress, she changed and took the painful time to survey her look in the mirror. What Violet saw almost made her scream.
There, on her skinny little finger, sat a rock. It was ugly and overbearing. How could she not have noticed the ring just sitting on her finger.
Technically, she agreed to wear the ring - but, just because Nana was standing there, looking like a damn puppy. But, now in the natural light, it looked so ugly. She hated it.
"Look at this," Violet shot her arm out at Bianchi, Chrome, and Kaori once she got to the breakfast room.
"I think it's nice." Chrome said sweetly.
"Like hell it is!" Violet snarled. "I can't wear this."
"Why did you agree then?" Kaori nibbled on her toast, looking up innocently at Violet. "I mean, if Kyoya tried to put a ring on my finger, I'd shot him."
Violet just looked in disbelief at Kaori for a moment before moving on to Bianchi. "What do you think I should do?"
"Where it," Bianchi shrugged indifferently, "If it makes mama happy."
"I'll go with option two." Violet finally said, smiling a bit to herself. She made her exit, ignoring both her brother and fiancé.
...
Gokudera sat calmly on the log - the log. His cigarette was almost gone and he needed another but didn't feel like returning to the house just yet. The quiet, serene spot was interrupted by a twig snapping, forcing him to snap up from the peaceful trance. He saw her, but she didn't see him. Walking carefully past the little clearing, Violet looked angry. He followed her with his eyes, noting that she was headed for the little house in the clearing just yards away.
Deciding to follow her, he got up and did just that. A little sparkle hit his eye as they entered the clearing, and upon realizing it was the ring that Tsuna had given her last night, he decided to be careful.
Sun filtered in the music room, sending the dust flying in the rays. Violet burst through the dust-filled rays and sat at the piano bench. Pulling back her hair, Violet touched the keys ever so slightly, playing a soft tune. Gokudera slowly entered the room, moving to the music.
"You have to play softer," Gokudera said - almost whispered - gently into Violet's hair. She barely even jumped, just continued playing.
"I'm sorry I'm not a piano prodigy." Violet sighed, stopping. She turned around, coming face to face with Gokudera Hayato. She took in the image that met her eyes. A Storm Guardian with the same tux on from last night stood in front of her, his eyes were lined with red and black, and his hair was messy and sticking out all over the place.
"Thanks mom."
"Play." Violet slid over, patting the seat next to her - choosing to ignore the obvious matter of dress. "I want to here something - Nocturne, perhaps."
"Dance for me then." Gokudera sat, looking at the keys, slightly pink.
Violet didn't say anything as she stood, gracefully moving over to the mirrored wall. As the music proceeded to play, Violet moved her body in ways that would make any one melt - which it did. Gokudera watched over the piano at Violet's twirls and spins and finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He stood, stopping the music, and softly strode over to Violet, as not to break her trance.
A hand gently floated right in front of his face, and he took it in his, startling Violet and himself as he went. He pressed the elegant fingers to his lips before folding them completely in his, pulling Violet to him. Dipping low, he and her found themselves only inches apart. He wanted it, he wanted her so badly but he knew…
"Hmm…" Violet hummed a little, her face and eyes no longer able to hold themselves up. Her body just sort of dropped in Gokudera's, but he didn't mind holding her like that. He liked it himself.
Then, in the middle of the music room, with dust dancing around them, he just went for it. The world stopped turning, the clock stopped ticking, his heart stopped beating. Her lips tasted like mint and vanilla, it was just as good as it was four-years ago. Her neck tasted like a sweet rose, the smooth petals couldn't compare with her skin, however, Gokudera decided.
With time, it only got hotter. Gokudera's hair wasn't the only messy head anymore. The hot summer rays hit in Violet's eyes, forcing her to move her head a little to her left, forcing Gokudera to move with her. The two were in a dance that hadn't been deemed with a name yet but for moments on end, they didn't care that they were dancing to a nameless tune. It was a dance, nonetheless.
"Damn…"
Violet was putty in his hands - and she didn't like it. Trying to fight back to reality, Violet bit down hard on Gokudera's bottom lip. It did no good. She was smoking something that was so addicting she couldn't pull away.
Then… Then Tsuna happened. It was like both sides just remembered the young Vongola at the same time.
"Damn," Gokudera sat down on the ground next to Violet, rubbing his head, "How can I look at Juudaime now?"
"You? I'm wearing his ring," Violet wiggled her finger, "I don't want to hurt him like this."
"Are you going to tell him?" Gokudera almost whispered.
Violet was trying to straighten out her dress. "I don't know, Hayato. How would you like it if your fiancé said she was going at it with your best friend?"
After awhile: "I think we should stop meeting, in private at least."
She was quiet for a moment. Her eyes lowering, not able to meet his' stare.
"I agree."
...
"Well, dear, one day…" Violet reassured Haru with a pat on the back, smoothing out the wrinkles on her blue jumper.
"Really? You really think so?" Haru asked, blowing her nose on a tissue Violet unwillingly handed to her. "Even if it isn't Tsuna-san?"
"Of course," Violet nodded sharply, "You are a capable young woman."
"If you s-say so." Haru blinked back the tears, "I think I'm going to go and see what the kids are doing."
Violet rolled her eyes as Haru left her. The library suddenly seemed a little to big for her taste, it was overpowering. Violet didn't like to feel like she was trapped, like she couldn't breathe. Wait, Violet stopped for a second, looking down at her hand, it was the ring that was making her think like that. Wasn't that right?
...
"Afternoon, Violet," Tsuna said almost clumsily, "I haven't seen you all day."
"Oh, Tsuna, did you miss me?" Violet cooed, batting her eyelashes up at him. She tugged on her dress a little, feeling quite awkward about what had happened earlier between her and Gokudera. She felt like she smelt like cigarette smoke - like she smelt like him. She had to say something.
"Listen, Violet," Tsuna started ahead of Violet, "Thanks for being understanding about this -" he gestured toward the ring "-and about my mother."
"I don't mind it," Violet shrugged, "But listen, Tsuna, I have to tell you something…"
"What?" he was too eager, Violet inwardly groaned to herself.
"Did you mean what you said last night?" the setting sun spread orange and pink colors across Tsuna's and Violet's lovely, young faces. Truth was told in Tsuna's wide brown eyes, the truth that Violet secretly loved to read.
"Of course."
"Then," Violet paused, grinning wide, "Let's go."
"What?"
"Let's go! Let's just run away!" Violet stood suddenly, pulling Tsuna along with her, "Let's just go and not look back! Do you want to?"
That look, Tsuna thought, was undeniable. Violet looked like a kid in a candy store, to fulfill the greatest cliché. She had his hand in hers' and wasn't going to let go unless they actually did run.
"Where did this come from?" Tsuna asked as they ran down the steps of he mansion. Violet ducked into the small red sports car driver's seat, bringing the engine to a purr. Tsuna sat low in the car but couldn't keep his eyes off of Violet; she honestly looked like a little kid ready to go out to the candy store. She reminded him of Lambo.
"Does it matter?" Violet laughed as they drove off.
...
The windy beach coast felt good against Tsuna's face. The sand underneath his feet felt cool and relaxing compared to the usual tight, stuffy shoes that he was forced to wear. The waves rolls lazily onto the beach, leaving wet marks against the sand. The orange and pink sunset was gorgeous. Everything was gorgeous at the Sicilian beaches.
Violet stretched out like a cat next to him, digging her feet deeper into the cool sand. Her dress was wet around the ends from their little race to the ocean. Her eyes stayed closed as she turned in the sand.
"We should sleep out here," Violet commented lazily, sitting up suddenly.
"Dino might get worried." Tsuna warned.
"You have to just let go," Violet poked Tsuna in the side, "If you're going to marry me, you've got to learn to just let go and have fun. I'm going to want to go to Rome and Paris."
Tsuna chuckled slowly, hoping secretly that Violet was just kidding.
"How was it like at the convent? Not being able to just run away?" Tsuna knew he would probably hit a land mine but didn't really care, he just wanted to know what was going through Violet's head.
"Oh believe me, I've tried to run but they always find you," Violet slowly started to brush through her hair, "Everytime I'd run, they would humor me and themselves before coming to get me. They would contact Dino and bother, he'd write to me and scold but that never stopped me, you know? I just couldn't stay there."
"And when you finally left…"
"I wanted to go back. Life was hell, I just…" Violet paused, "I just wanted die. I can't forgive Byakuran."
"But it's over now, right?"
"I can only wish."
Standing, and dragging Tsuna with her, Violet started running towards the blue clear sea.
...
"Where is she? Where is she?" Dino paced back and forth in his private study; Reborn, Bianchi, and Gokudera all sitting around the desk. Dino couldn't be held down, even by Reborn.
"I'm sure she is alright," Bianchi said, keeping her eyes on her phone, her fingers typing away at the keys.
"I know she's fine! It is just that I don't know when she is coming home," Dino banged his head on his desk, not able to keep his voice down any longer, "Where the hell is she?"
"Tsuna is looking after her," Reborn finally spoke up, "You know if he is there then Violet won't do anything bad."
"Yeah but…"
"She is going to freak out when you tell her this," Bianchi finished, an understanding tone in her voice. Dino just stared at her for a moment or two until moving his gaze back to Reborn.
"Reborn, how is she going to live after I tell her this?" Dino whined, using his desk as a pillow for his head. "She will never look at me again."
"Maybe so, but she has to do it… For both Families."
End of Chapter Fourteen