5th September 2021
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 22 of this story. Thank you for favouriting this story. I hope you like this chapter.
"Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead."
Joss Whedon
Previous Chapter. Padre.
The Decimo looked at his crying daughter sadly. He picked up his daughter's trembling body and sat on a loveseat. He put her in his lap and hold her tighter.
After all, it had been years since he got to hold his daughter. He did not plan to leave anytime soon.
Even after she fell asleep in his lap, he still did not move. He just continued to caress her hair while looking at his daughter with a longing and regretful look.
Vongola Decimo kissed his daughter's forehead and whispered.
"Sweet dream, Musume (Daughter). Your Otou-san will keep you safe."
Chapter 22. Deception.
Future.
Vongola Decimo was sitting in contemplation inside his private office. Tsuna already predicted that he would not be able to focus on his work after talking to his children, which was why he did his paperwork first before that. So, after he put his daughter to bed, Tsuna decided to come here to express his feeling in private.
The Decimo was relieved that both of his precious children were safe. His children that he guiltily treated like a literal trove. One, to be displayed and protected like a precious antique in a museum and the other to be kept hidden away like a buried treasure.
Tsuna knew that it was wrong to treat his children like that. Still, he could not stop himself. Because, while he was prone to denial, he did not deny his possessiveness to anyone or anything he considered his.
While Tsuna hated Vongola, but Vongola was still his. His parents while he hated and resented them, they were his. His friends and Guardians were his no matter how annoying and destructive they were. His wife, while through a contract, she was still his, the second they were married. And his children are his, no questions about it.
Vongola was his to rule, the upper echelon had no right to question it. His parents and friends were his to protect, anyone who hurt them will pay. Then, his wife and children were his to keep, no one was allowed to take them away.
Sometimes, Tsuna was scared and disturbed by how far his possessiveness went. And his wife was probably the only one to realize and understand the extent of it. Therefore, Tsuna knew that his wife was wary of him and he completely understood and did not begrudge her for it.
Tsuna himself had been trying to curb his possessiveness, by giving his Guardians as much freedom as possible, by forcing his father to retire and stay with his mother, by begrudgingly listening to the upper echelon, by pretending to be in a bad term with the Varia, by ignoring the CEDEF, by never formally inviting and accepting Reborn into Vongola, and even keeping his children away from him was a part of it. Though, all his efforts only managed to curb some of his possessiveness.
So, yes, Tsuna understood his wife's wariness. And, He loved her for it because, despite her wariness, she still accepted him wholeheartedly.
Tsuna looked down at his hands and at the thing that he had been holding during his contemplation. And, he studied the thing intensely.
That was why Tsuna needed his wife, not only because of his love for her and his possessive need for her. But also because she understood him, she accepted him, and more importantly, she was afraid for him, afraid that he will finally lose his patience and snapped and destroy something or someone. He needed her to reason him, to stop him, and to control him, and to be the focus of his obsession.
If only she was not a Cervello…
If only she could stay with him forever…
If only their marriage were not a contract…
If only… If only… If only…
"How long are you going to pretend to be dead, Mia Cara Moglie (My Dear Wife)?" Tsuna whispered to the empty room.
Since the beginning, the Vongola Decimo had suspected foul play on his wife's death. It was nothing concrete, there was no evidence to suspect otherwise. Still, he suspected.
The second her body was found, the Decimo ordered his most trusted Flame users to heal all of her injuries, no matter how pointless they thought it was. Then, after that, he ordered them to find anything wrong and strange.
They did not find anything wrong or strange. But, still, he suspected.
Because every night after her death, he would whisper a question to himself.
"Is she dead?"
Then something inside him would scream at him resolutely. "NO!"
He would like to think it was his Intuition, instead of his delusion. And, so, every night he asked himself the same question and kept receiving the same answer while dreading the time that the answer would change.
And, so, Vongola Decimo silently continued to suspect that his wife was still alive.
After a while, Decimo asked himself another question about her safety and wellbeing. And was relieved to know that she was safe and unhurt.
But, if she was safe and unhurt, why had not she come back yet?
His intuition was silent at that question.
After a year of no contact from his wife, Vongola Decimo began to feel doubt. Even after hearing his Intuition confirming his wife continued existence, it did not evaporate his doubt. Then, a thought took root in his mind, a thought the Decimo did not dare to voice outside of his mind.
A thought that Vongola Decimo did not want his Intuition to confirm.
"Mia Cara (My Dear), are you hiding from me?" The Decimo whispered to no one.
To tell the truth, the moment that thought entered the Vongola Decimo's mind. Something in him snapped.
Back to the current moment, when the Decimo was eyeing the thing in his hand with cold calculation and fiery determination at the same time. If anyone was looking at him right now, they would have run away immediately to get away from the intensity of his stare.
Vongola Decimo put his wife's Box Weapon on top of his desk.
"Won't you stop hiding now, Mia Cara Moglie?" He uttered firmly while still staring intensely at it.
He saw the Box shook then stopped moving.
"Stop pretending, Moglie (Wife). I know you are there." Decimo told the Box coldly.
The Box was unmoved. Decimo sighed exasperatedly and gave it a look as if it was a misbehaved child.
He put the Box back in his hand.
"Should I open it for you, Mia Cara?" He smiled at it crookedly.
And, thus, after years of deception, Vongola Decimo finally met his wife again for the first time.
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