Title: "Life can Become Art"
Summary: And that was all it took. After that first stroke of paint, everything he had been feeling came rushing out in the form of art. Funny how you could make sorrow into something beautiful.
Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderfulness of Katekyo Hitman Reborn! I do not own any of the amazing characters, either! I do however own the plot to this story, as well as any OC's that may show up. (Note: OC's will be minor if they show up).
Chapter Title: "Late Night and Early Morning"
It would be a long night, Tsuna could tell.
Yamamoto had managed not to get hurt from the attack. The dynamite sputtered out from a convenient gust of wind, and had simply flown over the sports prodigy's head. The tonfa and trident had hit each other and fell out of line with the baseball star, missing him by a foot. A foot that was much appreciated by the brunet.
"Haha," the oblivious first-year laughed good-heartedly, not quite understanding that the other students actually meant to hurt him. His amber eyes blinked open in slight shock as a drop of water hit his forehead. He looked up at the sky in slight confusion, smiling softly as rain began to fall. The smile turned into a grin as he heard the yelp of surprise from his cute 'little brother' figure.
"Let's EXTREMELY go into the building," Ryohei yelled, trying to punch the droplets of water as they fell. The seven of them (Excluding the yellow-aura'd student) nodded in agreement, and headed towards the building. But the boxing prodigy, with a determined sparkle in his eyes, stayed in his spot and continued punching the raindrops. It was great accuracy training!
A few minutes passed when Lambo, looking as though he wanted nothing more than to forget about the white-haired second-year and go back undercover, walked back out. The lazy actor grabbed his upperclassmen by the collar and dragged him into the building, grumbling under his breath about sparkling puppy eyes…
Tsuna twisted and turned around all night long. His eyebrows scrunched up in frustration as he turned onto his stomach, wondering why his mattress was so hard beneath him. With an annoyed sigh, he opened his brown eyes halfway. With droopy, tired eyes, he looked at the hard ground that was his bed, and the memories of the night before came flooding back.
Oh, the brunet thought sluggishly, glaring lightly (Which looked more like a pout) at the floor, that's right… Reborn left the others and me here…
The art prodigy pushed himself up off of the floor, and looked around the abandoned warehouse (As they had found out) to see where his friends were. Up on one of the high platforms slept Hibari, looking strangely peaceful in his sleep. Just like the time that Tsuna had drawn him next to the big tree on the school campus. With a blink, the brunet wondered if the Skylark still had the drawing.
A look to the left showed Mukuro asleep with his back pressed against a wall, his mouth slightly opened as he breathed evenly. His sister, Chrome, leaned against him, her head resting against his shoulder. A small blush dusted her cheeks even in her sleep, and one of her small, petite hands was overlapped with the special affect prodigy's larger one.
To the right Gokudera was also lying with his back to one of the walls, a quiet snore coming from his mouth every now and then. His head was rested against slightly waved ebony hair, which belonged to no other than Lambo. The director had his arms wrapped around the pianist's right arm, a smile on his face. The brunet couldn't help but notice the brotherly bond between the two. He wondered if they had known each other longer than they let on.
A loud snore made Tsuna's head snap behind him, where Ryohei was located. The second-year student had a large grin on his face and drool running out from the corner of his mouth and down his chin. He was sprawled on the ground, his arms twitching as though he was having a dream about boxing. The brunet chuckled softly at the sight.
A yawn escaped the art prodigy's mouth as he lay back down. Though before he was able to close his heavy eyelids and allow the blissfulness that was sleep was over him, a though popped into his head. He sat up quickly, ignoring the blood rushing to his head, and looked around the warehouse for the one friend he hadn't seen. Where was Takeshi?
"The baseball herbivore couldn't sleep. He took a walk," rang Hibari from where he slept. Tsuna looked up at the platform he was laying on, blinking. The third-year was still in the same position as before, the relaxed expression on his face not changing at all. But feeling the brunet's gaze on him, the Skylark opened one of his eyes, looking back at the younger male. "Go back to sleep, herbivore, or I'll bite you to death."
Tsuna felt a shiver of fear run down his spine, and as he once again lay down onto the hard, uncomfortable floor, his eyelids closed. Without a second thought, he allowed the wave of tiredness to over run his body, sleeping without waking up again.
Battle noises filled the warehouse as the sun began to rise into the sky. Tsuna cracked open an eye rather forcefully, looking up to see Hibari and Mukuro glaring at one another, their weapons of choice blocking the other's.
"Hiiiiieeeee," the brunet yelled, flipping until he was on his bum. When two sets of eyes turned to glare at him, making him want nothing more than to climb into a hole and be forgotten, he scooted back until his back hit the wall of the abandoned warehouse.
The two third-years jumped away from each other, still scowling hatefully, and struck at the other once again. The clang of metal hitting metal echoed in the nearly empty building, sounding as though a full army had hit their weapons together at once. Though, with a thought, Tsuna guessed that with Hibari and Mukuro's skills, they were an army banging their weapons together.
"Calm down," Takeshi, who had appeared next to the brunet, said softly. His amber eyes were closed and the smile on his face seemed strained. With a shiver of recognition, Tsuna realized that not even the happy-go-lucky baseball star wanted to be near the two third-year prodigy's clash of wills. "There's no need to fight, Hibari-san, Mukuro!"
"Tch," Gokudera clicked his tongue in annoyance, his silver-green eyes narrowed in a glare at the 'older' students. "For once I agree with the baseball idiot. Knock it off, idiots."
"Yada, yada," Lambo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Like you have any room to talk, Gokudera-san."
"Whaddya say," the violent pianist hissed out at the lazy actor, one hand out in front of him in a fist, "You stupid-cow?"
Cow? Tsuna blinked in confusion at the nickname.
With another smart response from the 'cow', the music prodigy hit the ebony-haired first year on the head. While Gokudera continued to argue with Lambo, Ryohei decided to go over and defend the lazy actor. In a matter of minutes (Not really. It was about ten seconds at most), the silver-haired first-year and boxing prodigy ended up in a fight. While it wasn't as intense as Hibari's and Mukuro's (Which Chrome was now trying to interfere with), it was still scary to the brunet.
Tsuna sighed once again, a smile on his pale face. He hung his head in defeat as the battle between the martial arts and special affects prodigies, whom were older than the rest of them, and the pianist and boxer continued. Why was he stuck with all of the strange people?
AN: Yay! Chapter 26 is done! :D Sorry it took a bit longer. I've been writing poetry and other stuff. And school is starting to get intense. But I am making an effort to write as much as I can! Chapter nine of "People Like US" (I'm going to start referring to it as PLU from this point on) is maybe halfway through. Depends on how much more I'm going to add. XD
I've noticed that I've written a lot of stories for KHR! XD But I guess that's what happens when you're obsessed with something, huh? Anyways, I was not able to write a birthday fic for Bianchi, but I already have one for Leviathan done. :3 I shall post it on Thursday, aka. His birthday, aka. The fourteenth.
And with that, I ask for all of you to review! And to vote on the poll, that is still up! All27 is in the lead, with R27, F27, and 1827 behind it! People really need to go and vote for 8027…like, seriously… XD Um, by the way, I am taking requests! Please, send me a PM with a basic understanding of what you want (Basic plot idea, character-focus, pairing you want hinted, etc.). No, I'm done talking… Please give me feedback for this chapter!