"I HATE YOU!" She screamed, slamming the door to her room.

Takeshi stared wide eyed. He hadn't meant for them to fight but, well he didn't want her anywhere near this fight. Not with it being someone who seemed to have it out for him- and apparently planned to use Taiga as leverage. Somehow it'd escalated into a fight, Kai had been crying (Taichi was trying to calm the child the next room over) and…he'd lost it. Mind you, she threw the first hit- much more prone to violence then him- but he'd restrained her with more force then necessary, her wrists were nearly black.

Taichi put a hand on his shoulder. "Look, just, let her cool off ok?" He said, "Just…go home for now, Takeshi." The ex-Black glanced worriedly at her door.

So we come to now, he was staring at his hands, in Tsuna's room. Said brunette was looking at him in concern. "Yamamoto? Are you alright?"

"…No. No, Tsuna I'm not." He really wanted to break something, really, really wanted to.

Tsuna shuffled back a bit at his tone- it wasn't pleasant, he knew- and spoke up. "What happened? Did something happen to Taiga, or-"

"I…we had a fight. I just- Damn it! I didn't want her anywhere nearby when we go to take down this bastard! And she took it wrong and- Ugh!" His hands slammed on Tsuna's table, wincing ever so slightly at the crack that appeared in the wood.

Tsuna jumped a bit, unused to seeing his Rain Guardian so agitated, even when Taiga and himself had been kidnapped last year, he hadn't been like this. "What happened?" He repeated.

"She- she tried to hit me, Tsuna. I don't know what came over me, I pinned her down, nearly broke her wrists! I…promised her I wouldn't hurt her." He covered his face with his hands. "The look in her eyes…she looked so hurt, so betrayed." Honey eyes left calloused hands, sliding over to look at his Boss. "She said she hated me."

Tsuna- hoping in the back of his mind his table was fixable- sat down next to him, bumping his shoulder. "She doesn't hate you, Yama. She was only remembering her relatives, she'll snap out of it. It won't be hard, your nothing like what she told us." He tried, watching him form the corner of his eyes.

"I can't, I don't want to leave it like that, Tsuna!" Yamamoto exclaimed, "I- what if she-"

Tsuna knew what he'd say 'What if she thinks I was using her?' "Yamamoto, if you think she's going to believe your using her, that you don't care that you just hurt her, you wrong. Your forgetting one very crucial aspect of Taiga." The swordsman looked at him in confusion. Tsuna gave him a smirk, "She can read you like an open book, Occlemency or no." He sighed, "Go home, Yama. Get some sleep, we'll get this bastard out of the way, and then you can apologize and grovel for forgiveness like us men have to."

A strangled chuckle made it out of Takeshi's mouth. "Yeah…yeah."

He could still hear every taunting word as Kyoko bandaged his chest. 'Too, bad. I really wanted to make her suffer- make her scream, make you hear every single sound, see every single thing when I tortured her.' 'What now, Yamamoto Takeshi? If you beat me you'll just go home and hurt her again! And if you loose I can do whatever I want to her!' 'How do you know I don't have someone after her right. This. Minute?' 'I wonder, what does she think now, that your just like her relatives, I bet!'

He put a hand to his head, trying to drowned it all out by tuning into as Chrome informed Tsuna that the head count of dead enemies had been well into the ninety range, the sick bastard of a boss included.

He didn't bother looking up when the door opened after Kyoko left, figuring it was Gokudera or another Guardian.

"Your a real bastard." Honey eyes snapped up to stare at his beloved Koneko. Green eyes glared down at him, "Real bastard indeed." His eyes winced in pain as she slapped him across the face, before widening as shaky arms wrapped around him, wet face burying into his shoulder. "Stupid, idiot." She muttered, "Don't ever do that to me again! I thought-" She fell silent, letting him pull her closer when her shoulders started shaking, his fingers knotting into her hoodie, other hand resting on her head.

"I'm fine, I'm right here." He soothed. He moved her so she was sideways on his lap, eyes zeroing in on the bandage on her wrist when it slid to finger the bandages on his chest. He lifted it up, pressing it to his mouth as he met her eyes. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

Fingernails dug into neck back, leaving red marks. "I know." She freed her hand and pocked his chest, watching him wince slightly. "Call it even." She paused, "Tsuna said that…the asshole behind all this, he said something's. Things like I thought you were like the Dursley's, that I thought you'd hurt me again." He was silent, listening to her. She moved away slightly, turning to glare at him in the eyes again, hands moving to pinch his cheeks. "Don't you ever think that, you hear me! I love you, and you love me. Plain and simple." Se said heatedly.

He leaned down when she let him go. "Not plain, not simple." He muttered, forehead against hers. "Because those will never describe it."

Her lips twitched, "Alright then, how do you describe it."

He smirked against her lips, "I'll tell you when someone creates the words." He answered.

Kyoko and Haru giggled, sharing looks and closing the rooms door quietly.