YamaTsuna Chronicles

Exclusivity

He went inside the Boss's office and found it empty. He just placed his documents on the table and started looking around the furniture inside the room. The first one he noticed was the Aztec vase placed on a drawer near Tsuna's table. The vase contained lines that gave a somewhat creepy aura around the room. He just thought that Tsuna love those kind of stuff.

Another thing that caught his attention inside the room was the Vongola famiglia portrait. The said oil portrait was hung at one of the walls inside Tsuna's office. He remembered the day when the picture was taken mainly because they just won against the Millefiore. Everyone was seen smiling, except for Hibari. After a few moments, he sat on Tsuna's chair and reclined on it while waiting for that person to arrive.

After a while, his eyes got glimpse of the gun that was placed on Tsuna's desk. He remembered the revolver clearly for it was his gift to Tsuna for his 22nd birthday, during the time they were still friends. Everybody knew that Tsuna was just using it as a paperweight for documents and reports being placed at his desk for reviews and signatures, mainly because he was afraid of using it. But Takeshi knew better.

He took the gun and held it with his hand. It was heavier than the time he held it, which was a few weeks ago, inside an undisclosed underground location. He looked upon the case of the cartridge and saw that the six rusty bullets loaded in it.

The bullets reminded him of the Neotono Primo which made him chuckle. Then, he laughed. He laughed hard, as if he had not laughed before as the slideshow of red and black flashed through his onyx eyes. Everything was sharp in his mind: the fresh scent of blood, the decapitated head and dismembered limbs, the stench of corpses, the clanging of chains, the rust dealt by metal bonds against his skin, the moans from his mouth, the heat rushing inside him and the thrill of satisfaction. Everything. Everything was vivid. As if it was heaven in hell!

Then, he thought of people's reaction when they would see the loaded gun in Tsuna's desk. He was sure they would be be horrified, especially Gokudera. The images of Gokudera unloading the bullets, confiscating it and yelling at him for putting those at Tsuna's revolver flashed in his mind.

He stopped, breathed deeply and muttered,

Idiots.

After laughing hard for a little while, he started to flash a very cold, terrifying smile. This smile is different from the usual smile that he flashes to anyone in the family. He wondered if people knew if people could differentiate this smile from the usual smile that he wore like a mask. He knew some who could recognize the difference: Hibari, the kid, Gokudera and Tsuna. In exchange, he also figured out their masks. It's funny, he thought, on how they could wear masks in front of each other while knowing their true faces underneath.

He knew that Hibari's mask was the violent one. Only few people knew that behind that violent eyes and cynical attitude was a pet-loving, reliable and independent member of their famiglia. Only a handful knew of this side of him; the careful, fragile guardian that also needed help when experiencing danger. He just knew that the other people beside the inner famiglia that knew of this was either exiled or buried six feet under the ground.

The kid's mask was different from Hibari's. The mask of omniscience was almost flawless, he would say, not for the fact that he was sometimes overtaken by surprising events like the death of Collonello and Viper in the hands of the Millefiore. He also slid it off when Timoteo was shot during the skirmish against the Shimon or when Uni sacrificed himself. Also, like Hibari, other people who knew of this fact except for the inner family shared the same fate.

Gokudera's was the easiest to figure out, at least. Gokudera had his jerkass attitude that made him perceived as an independent, self-righteous, intelligent man that could handle anything. But in the end, he was just any ordinary man, weak and helpless at times. One just have to uncover the soft, caring side of him amidst a multitude of layers.

In contrast to the previous three, Tsuna's mask was the most interesting since as if he never had a mask. Almost everyone knew about of his angelic, warm and benevolent nature that could tame the fiercest of lions and pacify the darkest of souls. He never knew either the meaning of violence, or the concept of revenge. All he knew was diplomacy, just as everyone knew. However, this didn't make it interesting for him.

It's all about its exclusivity.

The door opened and saw Tsuna coming inside with a folder in his hand. The Rain Guardian stood up and walked towards the window in the room, viewing the beautiful Sicily as it was covered with neon lights. The shorter man sank on his chair as Yamamoto spoke from behind,

"So how was the Barassi?"

"They wouldn't agree to the conditions and still persist on the land. Gokudera's annoyed at them. He already suggested that we should wage war against them, but that would be troublesome, right?"

"Yeah."

"So, what do you think we must do?"

"The usual. The way how we solved the Neotonos."

Without a moment to waste, he reached for the phone and dialed Gokudera.

"Gokudera speaking."

"Gokudera-kun, could you tell Marco to fix a flight for me to France? I think I need a vacation."

"Will you go alone? Then, let me join you…"

"Don't worry, Yamamoto-kun will accompany me. I just need to take a quick break from the Barassi and their endless demands."

"But Juudaime, I am of…"

"Gokudera, you could follow us at the time you finished your reports, okay?"

"Yes, Juudaime."

Tsuna dropped the phone and went beside Yamamoto is. The taller man instinctively put his arm over the other man's shoulders, pulling him closer. Tsuna looked at him and smirked darkly. Yamamoto gave a chuckle and said,

"So, are we good?"

"Sure."

"I lost big time during the Neotonos. I'll win this time."

"Just do it, loser."

"I'll drag you to hell this time."

"Hm. Same as last time. First to kill the boss wins. Winner tops the loser."

"Deal."

Afterwards, they kissed.

Practice teaching is a killer!

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