Sorry about the wait guys. I've been busy at work and am currently on vacation in my home state of Montana. I have a few drabbles written/have ideas for, but the internet has been dodgy at best. Nonexistent at worse. XD
Word Count: 505
Age: Kurama-16
Tsuna- 14
Mukuro-15
Ken/Chikusa- 14
"In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future."
― Jodi Picoult
They were broken.
Kurama found them in the abandoned amusement park he used for training over the years and more frequently as a safe haven from the ever inquisitive eyes of the not-child Reborn. They were haggard and dirty, but still able to maintain their fighting stances as Kurama watched them quietly.
The two-toned eyed one was the most dangerous.
He was also the most broken.
Kurama sighed making a split decision he hoped he wouldn't regret later.
"If you wish to stay here I won't tell anyone. The building over there has a few pieces of furniture I set up a few years ago and is easily defendable. There is a school not too far away that you can slip in and get cleaned up if you want. I'm sure they have a few extra uniforms lying around as well if you want to change. Rest and recover. I'll come back in a few days and you can tell me whatever you want."
With his speech done Kurama turned and walked away, internally mourning his loss of training grounds, but knowing he was doing the right thing. The influence of his mother and little brother was strong.
He wasn't surprised when the two-toned eyed one appeared before him with a dark expression and his weapon pointed at Kurama's throat. Kurama blinked calmly at him, restraining himself from pulling out his own weapon.
"Why are you doing this?" The boy was obviously exhausted, but too stubborn to show his weakness.
It was painfully familiar.
"I know what it's like to be broken." He answered truthfully.
He knew how sharp the pieces of oneself can be. He knew how easy it is to point them toward others to prevent them from getting close. He knew now doing so also prevent people from helping. It prevent healing. And eventually those sharp pieces begin to turn against oneself. Digging into vulnerable places and twisting oneself into terrible shapes.
The other boy scowled. "I don't trust you."
Kurama smiled gently. "I know."
Nothing more needed to be said.
They were desperate.
They were broken.
They would not refused his help.
The boy lowered his weapon and circled around him before heading back to the other two lingering several feet away. Kurama remained still until they left. Heading toward the building he had pointed out before. He sighed, grateful they were as exhausted as they were. He had been training harder since Reborn had entered the picture, but he didn't like his odds with unknown opponents. Especially desperate one's.
He meandered back home still thinking about the group.
He smiled as his brother ran out of the house to meet him practically in tears over something Reborn did. Lambo and I-pin were right behind him asking for candy and attention respectively. It was strange how active his household had become since the arrival of the not-child.
He thought back to the three broken one's.
Those boys would benefit from spending time with his family.
He did after all.
So, there you go. Some direct changes due to Kurama's existence in the Sawada household. There will be plenty more. Also, because a few of you guys were asking I'm letting everyone know that the YYH guys will appear in future drabbles. I want to focus on the KKH universe, but I can't not include my favorite characters from one of my favorite shows. XD
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