5th June 2020
Warning: Grammar errors, Spoilers, Out of Characters, Original Character and Alternate Reality.
Disclaimer: Katekyou Hitman Reborn belongs to Akira Amano, but this fanfiction belongs to me.
Summary: Tsuna is confronted with the consequences of Future Decimo's choices. Will it confirm his own choices? A sequel of 'Contemplation of a Choice".
Hi everybody, this is chapter 7 of this story. Thank you to those who favourite the previous chapter. I hope you like this chapter.
"we are faced with critical choices and endowed with the responsibility of preserving life wherever it is found: we can act in ways that are life-affirming or not. If you want to make noise that drowns out meaningful vocalizations integral to the healthy functioning of ecosystems, that does not affirm life. When we drive down the street with a straightpipe motorcycle, all we're confirming is the shallowness of our own existence. Mostly we make noise to show our presence, to give us the illusion of dominance, to say that we're here, that we're at the top of the heap."
Anonymous
Previous Chapter. The Lady and the Baby.
"Reborn, please take Corvo with you," Tsuna asked.
Reborn pulled down his fedora. "Come on, Corvo." He said while walking out from the infirmary.
"But, I want to know what happened too." Corvo protested even though he knew that he could not stop Reborn.
"You can tell him whatever you decide Reborn," Tsuna told him.
Reborn smirked. "Sure. Let's go, Corvo."
Corvo frowned unhappily. He always got pull away from his Principessa or got knocked out. How could he protect his Principessa like this?
But, still, he sighed and followed Reborn out. After all, he was pretty sure the younger Decimo would not hurt his Principessa.
Chapter 7. A Strangely Familiar Letter.
10 years later.
Tsuna was inside a prison cell, looking at the person who disturbed his birthday party. The person that was hidden inside the white clothing was a woman that looked as old as his own mother.
She smiled emptily at him, but he could see the anger in her violet eyes. Though, her whole body depicted resignation. She had not said anything yet, ever since she was captured.
Tsuna decided to see her because he felt that it was important.
"What is your purpose for coming here?" Tsuna asked.
She chuckled humourlessly. "Say Decimo, do you recognized me?"
Actually, he did not.
"No? Do you know me at all?" She sounded both intrigued and curious.
"Should I?" Tsuna asked.
"Perhaps. I don't remember meeting you before. But, I could be wrong." She hummed thoughtfully.
He felt there was something strange about the way she worded her response.
"Then, can you tell me who you are?"
She looked at him intensely. "My name is Natsume Kokuren."
He felt like the name was familiar but could not remember why. And, the way she looked expectantly at him mean she knew why it was familiar to him.
But, no matter how much he thought about it. He did not know why.
From her features, he could see that she was half Italian. He was certain that they never meet before. But, still, his intuition continued to scream at him that he was forgetting something.
"Are you forgetting something, Decimo?"
He snapped his attention back to her. He did not realize how distracted he was. Then, his mind caught up with her statement and realized how knowing she sounded.
He narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"
She then uttered some address to him. "That is my address."
He frowned. He recognized the address. It was in Namimori, his childhood home. But, that not why the address felt familiar to him.
She then took out something from inside her clothes. It was a piece of paper. She offered it to him.
He took it and read the writing in it silently.
'To: Byakka
From: Tsuna'
Tsuna clutched his head hard. It was throbbing painfully as if his mind was trying to remember something but failed. When the pain stop he continued to read.
'I want to thank you for sending all of those letters to me for 9 years. I did burn them because I didn't want to leave evidence, but I rewrote them on my notebook that I kept hidden from everyone else. It was a challenge to keep it hidden, but I manage.'
His head began to throb again but he decided to ignore the pain and continued to read.
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Tsuna groaned when the pain became unbearably. But, he kept reading.
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Unknown to Tsuna droplet of waters began to fall from his eyes.
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Tsuna continued reading and ignored the throbbing in his head and his tears went unnoticed. Until he reached the end of the letter.
I think it's time for me to say goodbye. I really want to say more, but it will only make me feel guiltier, for not saying it directly to you. When the time comes for us to meet again, I know you will slap me so hard for being stupid, while crying soundlessly and with a red face. That will be cute. I can't wait for it. Not the slap, I can wait for that. Then, I hope wherever you are now that you finally feel at peace and will wait for me. Good Bye My Flower, Byakka.'
After he finished it, Tsuna noticed his tears and wiped it out absentmindedly. Then, Tsuna looked blankly at the letter.
He could not help but felt that the letter was familiar even though he did not recognize it. And, it was also written with his handwriting. Although he knew that someone could have fake his handwriting, his intuition was sure that he did write the letter.
{K~H~R}
Present.
Suzuran stared at his father younger self seriously. While Tsunayoshi only looked at Suiren's unconscious body in contemplation. Suzuran was pretty sure that Tsunayoshi was only delaying the explanation.
Suddenly, Tsunayoshi turned his eyes at him again and smiled in resignation.
"Alright, Suzuran. What do you want to know?"
Suzuran gulped and said determinedly. "What's wrong with Suiren?"
Tsunayoshi said hesitantly. "She gave all her flame to you. But, she did not leave enough flame for her own body, that's why she in a coma right now."
Suzuran looked at Suiren's body in horror. He clenched his hands in distressed.
He looked at the man hesitantly. "Is it my fault?"
"Of course not!" Tsunayoshi exclaimed in surprised.
Suzuran looked down at his hands. Then, he felt hands on his shoulders.
"Suzuran, what happened to Suiren isn't your fault," Tsunayoshi said softly.
The hands on his shoulders were comforting, but he still felt afraid.
"It's all right. We will do everything to help Suiren. She will be fine. I promise." Tsunayoshi added with a serious voice.
Suzuran let our a sob. And his hands reached out to the man, who looked like his father, for comfort.
Even if he still doubts and fear, Suzuran felt that he could rely on Tsunayoshi.
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