2. Entombment
Word Count: 707
In companion to Disillusionment.
There wasn't a sound in the forest but the sound of footsteps crunching the grass.
Dull eyes stared ahead, trained on the clearing that was slowly approaching.
A faint scent of coming rain travelled through the air.
Yamamoto Takeshi walked into the wide clearing, the greens and other earthly tones defining its gentle feeling.
His eyes were trained on the pitch black coffin contrasting everything in the clearing.
'Here we lay Sawada Tsunayoshi, Vongola Decimo, to rest…'
He paused, a pause that was neither hesitation nor contemplation, and then smiled brightly.
"Yo, Tsuna!"
'Sawada Tsunayoshi was a phenomenal man, cherished by all, loved by many…'
He took long, slow strides to the closed coffin, smile still wretched on his face.
"Haha, you know, even though we just talked recently, I think I should really be saying, 'long time no see!'"
He stopped in front of the coffin, eyes a dull, dark grey instead of its brown-grey hazel.
He still smiled.
'It was a tragedy that befell the Vongola Decimo however…'
Yamamoto slowly reached down and pushed the coffin lid open.
The sight nearly took his breath away and it brought light into his eyes and a genuine smile to his lips.
"You're still so very beautiful…" he whispered, and placed his warm hand on an ice cold cheek.
'He will be forever in our hearts and in our memory, not only as a successful boss, but as a son, friend, and lover…'
Yamamoto slowly climbed into the coffin, knees pressing into the bed of lilies on either side of Tsuna's hips; he leaned back and sat lightly on his legs and stared down at the view of Tsuna from where he straddled him.
His thumb stroked Tsuna's cheek slowly, love pouring from his eyes for the man cold as ice and as still as a rock.
"Maa, Tsuna, I'm finally here… Are you happy?"
The coffin slowly inched to a close, shielding of the expressionless, yet serene expression of Tsuna…
"Ne, what would it take for me to see you smile at me again, Tsuna…?" Yamamoto bent down low, their noses gently brushing together.
He brought their lips together.
Tsuna was cold.
'NO! Don't close that coffin!'
'Yamamoto, wha-'
'You're going to kill him! Tsuna won't be able to breath! He'll die!'
'Fucking idiot, he is dead! The Tenth is dead!'
'No! Tsuna!'
"Tsuna…"
'TSUNA!'
Yamamoto choked on a sob. Tears started rolling down his face and slowly falling on Tsuna's face.
"I just want you to look at me again…! What do I have to do? Will I have to shower you in kisses?"
Yamamoto pressed watery kisses to Tsuna's face as each syllable passed through his lips.
"Do I have to tell you 'I love you' every day? To spell it out for you every day?" His blunt nail gently traced the characters for 'I love you' over and over his cheek.
"Tsuna…what should I do?" Yamamoto whispered desperately, forehead meeting Tsuna's.
'If I died? Isn't a dying wish sort of like a Dying Will? Ahaha…!'
'But, I guess if I was to actually die, my wish would be…to meet everybody in the afterlife, or wherever we go after this…'
Yamamoto drew back, eyes wide.
'You are one of my most important people… Why shouldn't I want to spend an eternity with you?'
"Oh… Why didn't I realize sooner…" Yamamoto smiled down at Tsuna, sad and elated at the same time.
"You're dead, aren't you?"
Tsuna's eyes remained closed, lips remained still, body remained stiff.
Yamamoto laughed, "I really am an idiot, ne, Tsuna?"
Tears flowed endlessly from his eyes.
"But I can fix this. I can fix this, Tsuna." Yamamoto reached behind his back, hands clutching the duffle bag hung around his shoulder and along his back.
"I've kept you waiting all this time… You'll forgive me, right, Tsuna?"
He drew his blade from the duffle bag, the little sparrow engraving signifying its name, the Shigure Kintoki.
"We're going to be together forever for an eternity…" He lifted the blade to his neck, horizontal from his jugular vein.
His eyes never left Tsuna's closed ones.
"I love you, Tsuna."
His hands moved.
Blood flew in ribbons.