There is really nothing worth fighting for, if you think about it. It's just a lame excuse to fight and continue. But it's something that keeps some of us living.
Dream. Something that everyone had thought of since the beginning. Is that that important as to protect those who was dear to one? Would you sacrifice your life in order to fight for what's important? Does it matter to you…at all?
"No, it doesn't."
Of course, that answer pierced the brunette's fragile yet strong heart dearly.
"What's worth fighting for, Sawada Tsunayoshi?"
The brunette looked down at his shoes, his eyes glued to the floor. What was worth fighting for? He had asked himself so many times that same question, but the same answer popped up, the same answer, same result. Same, yet different in ways that one could ever imagine.
"Happiness."
The raven-haired man chuckled, but quickly whipped out his weapon—a pair of tonfas—and pressed it dearly to the other's sensitive, thin neck. "Is that what you're fighting for? Are you happy now?"
Swallowing his own words, he nodded, he trails of saliva down his throat, he could feel its every movement, the dear movement which could cost him dearly. He knew he wasn't exactly telling the truth. But there was a fragment of truth embedded…and he knew that the other knew as well.
"Stop lying to me, Sawada Tsunayoshi."
He wanted to have said, 'I'm not lying to you', but somehow, those words were stuck its trails, stuck in its tracks of venturing off, out of his mouth. He couldn't have controlled his own feelings. He could not control his own words. His body, his feelings, his emotions.
"I'm sorry."
The harsh pressure on his throat lightened as the other retracted the tonfa. "No. You're not sorry." He started, his words as sharp as the freshly sharpened double-edged blade. "You're not sorry at all. That's why you kept on hurting everyone, which included yourself in the end. You're not happy at all, are you?"
Tsuna wanted to say no. He wanted to just get it over with. He wanted to speak the truth of his own heart. He wasn't happy. Neither, he knew, was of his friends and family. Always having to lie to them, always having to tell them half-cooked truths. He hated it very much. He could no longer stand the course of his own lies. They seemed so real that he himself had already started to believe in it.
It was costing him dearly.
"I'm sorry, Hibari-san. I shall always fight for happiness. As I am happy right now, at this moment--"
The words were beaten away, slapped to a side by the incoming tonfa straight for his face. "Shut up, Tsunayoshi. Just shut up."
Said words left the raven-haired man's mouth and he had taken one step away from the brunette and he is now walking out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Tsuna collapsed on the ground, his face still quite red from the collision. It had struck his heart dearly.
"Then…tell me…what's worth fighting for…?"
Silent tears rolled down his face.
"Please…"
It's pain that thrills us forward. Living by pampered lives will only deliberately bring you downfall...
Night, everyone.