Enjoy, Happy Annual Thanksgiving feast no. 2! This one was close, but I hope you enjoy the meal and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own KHR
Deciding to not think about his old cloud guardian, Tsuna began wringing his clothes best he could without taking them off. It was obviously early spring, and he really didn't want to take off his clothes, wet, and stand in the freezing breeze.
He stood with dripping clothes and shuffled his way to his home. The brunette's teeth were chattering and his whole frame shook from the wind that seemed to pass through him. As Tsuna gripped his arms, he realized just how different this body was.
Tsuna's arms were more like bone, and his small hands were easily able to completely wrap around them. The brunette could feel the ribs through his school's blazer and he was utterly exhausted.
Noting to not push this body, he focused on getting his way through Namimori and to his warm, warm household and mother. He hadn't seen his mother in a year, and the last time he did, she had silver highlights and crows' feet. But her smile was always warm. Iemitsu was with her now, living peacefully.
The brunette briefly dwelled on the thought of his father. Was he like his father? The leader of CEDEF and never home? Did he still use the excuse of a construction? Did he visit; did his mother still even love him?
Man, his daddy issues were coming back.
He sighed, and looked up. There was the Sawada plaque, on the white cement wall that surrounded the houses of Namimori. It was exactly the same; small, but with two stories and a red roof.
Smiling softly in nostalgia, he entered the building. Tsuna immediately went upstairs for a bath, only slightly aware he was getting the wooden stairs that held so many painful memories soaked. But that was a matter for later, preferably when he was warmed up and in dry clothes.
Once in the bathroom, he whipped off his shirt and pants, and flinched. Purple and blue decorated his chest in an ugly way. His old bullies must have gone too far with this parallel. Scars danced teasingly faded on his creamy bruised skin. He could only imagine what had happened to cause so many wounds.
Tsuna stepped into the pleasantly warm water, and actually began thinking of how he got here. The things that person had showed him; it made him want to die. He dragged them into this. He basically killed them all. He wasn't strong enough to protect his friends, his family. He failed them.
The images of his guardians' lifeless bodies haunted his minds. Why couldn't he just die peacefully? Was he forever cursed to be the unlucky, unfortunate, Dame-Tsuna?
Those thoughts tormented him. His conscience was killing him, and even after years of wearing and honing the mask of a Mafia boss, he couldn't stop the salty drops flooding passed his eyelids.
He let the people that trusted him, that held him dear, that saved him, Dame-Tsuna, die. He truly was a worthless human being.
And apparently, so were all his parallel selves.
For what seemed like hours, he let the burning tears fall into the bath water, sobbing until his throat was sore. When he finally was able to pull himself together, his fingers were like raisins.
He stepped out, and grabbed a towel to dry himself. He had to remember what Giotto said. He could go back, and see his guardians. All he had to do was actually protect his guardians and the successor of this world.
Tsuna knew from experience putting hope into slim chances was naive and could get him hurt, like having his guardians dying twice. But his mind would eat himself alive, and the only thing that could protect him was his dying will that was fueled by the desire to protect his friends.
He walked to his room, grimacing at the water that was soaking into the stairs' wood. He passed another door, however, on his way to his own. Who's Ieyasu?
Pushing it off in favor of wearing clothes, and hurried to his own room. He threw on loose jeans and an orange T-shirt. The now dry brunette had just finished wringing his uniform when he heard the door open.
"Tsu-kun we're home!" His mother, Tsuna thought fondly.
"Nii-san, we saved you some cake!" The brunette did a double-take. Who the hell was that?
Did he really have a younger brother in this world?
"OW! Why the hell are the stairs wet?!"
Forcing himself out of his stupor, he rushed to the top of the stairs. There was a person, in the middle of the stairs. Unlike him, he was blonde with blue eyes, reminding Tsuna much of Giotto. The only thing that they shared was their hairstyle. His mother was there, young like she was 10 years ago, wearing a slight smile.
Soon, he noticed him. "Nii-san! What happened to the stairs!?" he exclaimed, trying to get a foothold, but only slipped again, with another moan of pain. The Decimo saw great potential and innocence, well, not the Naive innocence he had possessed around this time, but definitely a child's innocence. He would have to observe him more to see if his personality was that of which he could approve of.
It struck Tsuna, that to Nono, this child would probably be the best choice. He must be his younger brother, the owner of the door. He could see the well defined muscles because he had already taken his jacket off, and apparently even cared for his Dame older sibling enough to bring him cake and respected him to call him Nii-san.
He got used to being an older sibling with Lambo and Fuuta, but now he had another blood relative. Tsuna thought it would be strange and awkward, but it's actually a pleasant feeling. He let a small smile slip on his face, but then he noticed that the blond was still waiting for an answer.
"Sorry," he nearly flinched at the hoarseness of his voice, but it still contained his boss-like authority that commanded obedience, and was actually accented. Deciding that no matter how unfamiliar this person was, he shouldn't talk to family like he was superior and he didn't trust them.
Forcing himself to relax his body, he softened his piercing and calculating gaze that he had taken to out of habit to judge Mafioso. It had made him somewhat famous- the eyes that could see all the bad you have done. Similar to Reborns eyes that could see straight into her your mind and soul.
It took a bit more to summon a gentler voice, but he continued after a minute, "I had fallen into the river, and forgot to wipe the the stairs after my bath."
Tsuna almost wanted to sigh in exasperation. Concern and confusion swirled in his eyes, obviously surprised that his usually cowardly and timid brother could answer in such a calm and collected voice that just drew you in after such a traumatic event.
It sounded like his HDWM voice from this time, no matter how hoarse it was. Shaking his head, he turned to look at his brother, Ieyasu, again. He lips quirked into a smirk, amusement making its subtle marks as the blonde still couldn't stand.
"Are you alright?" he asked, almost purring out. Ieyasu couldn't conceal his burning cheeks.
His brother was always kind and never wanted to worry him, it was an amazement he so openly said he fell in a river. And now, he, who usually had to protect the older, was making a fool of himself. Well, he never really could keep an indifferent, cool face when he was with his brother, but that was because of his innocent, kind smiles.
Now, Tsuna was so cool and that gaze just brought out his true self. Ieyasu didn't even know what he was blushing at; the fact he was embarrassing himself in front of his brother, or that his brother was currently looking so freaking cool.
"Y-yeah!" He cursed himself for stuttering. Tsuna grinned, and left for a moment to get a towel. He slid cown the stairs with ease, drying them in the process.
Ieyasu was amazed everytime Tsuna didn't trip on the stairs, but now he rode them! What happened to him when they were out? It was a cloudy day, and they had only left at 4 maybe? It's 8, so what could have possibly happened in 4 hours to make such a difference!?
Noticing Ieyasu's bewildered mind, Tsuna smiled, and pulled him up. Ieyasu went into a daze, and Tsuna decided to let his mind sort out things on their own.
The blonde went to his room, probably to sleep on it, and Tsuna continued to the kitchen. Nana was smiling tiredly, but the kitchen needed to be clean so she could prepare tomorrow's lunches.
She had taken the younger twin to dinner, Tsuna had refused, to celebrate that their first day of school was tomorrow.
Tsuna, with his well trained eyes, easily noticed this and decided to relieve his mother for tonight. Perhaps to make up for the future confusion.
"Maman," he nearly facepalmed at the title he had gotten used to calling her after 4 years of Reborn, "Let me clean up. You seem tired and you'll need all your energy tomorrow."
Nana was shocked her shy and timid son had said something so confidently, albeit the hoarseness of the voice. She smiled fondly, taking it as a sign he was finally becoming a man. Nodding, she went upstairs to get ready for sleep.
Smiling slightly, again, he began working on the filthy kitchen. It took him two hours before it was spotless, but it was well worth it.
Yawning, he remembered mention of cake and opened the refrigerator and found a small, white take out container.
He smiled at the contents- dark chocolate with strawberries. It always seemed to calm him down. As he ate, it was hard not to think that it was despicable of him to be enjoying cake while his family was dead, but he wouldn't let that stop him. He felt like hadn't eaten anything, and he needed to be ready to help Reborn with his brother. Luckily, the brunette should only have to be emotional and mental support, so Ieyasu can survive Reborn's training.
He will be the final judge to see if Ieyasu will be worthy of the Decimo title in his place.
He finished the cake with a content smile, before going upstairs to brush his teeth and going to bed.
He'd need all his strength to play dumb with Reborn tomorrow, and not give away anything suspicious or just break down crying in his arms-well, considering he, er, Ieyasu hasn't broken the curse yet, Tsuna would probably have Reborn in his arms, but same difference.
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