Hello! This is Miss Awkward again! I want to thank everyone that's read You are my Sunshine. I'm so glad that this is getting such good reception in FFNet's KHR community. Thank you everyone that have Followed, Favorited, or both. I really appreciate it, and I mean that to all of you!
Now, I received some reviews I'd like to answer. I won't always do this, but if some reviews have similar points, I'll usually answer them in the AN. Otherwise, I'll PM you in response to your review if you have an account. Guests, on the other hand, I'll answer here in the order I received them. Guests, please leave an alias so I won't mix you all up!
Guest: I love the idea. You have no idea how much I giggled at the image of Ietsuna doing something like that; however all I can say is wait and see what happens. You may just be surprised.
Darkmoonglow: I'm so glad that you recognized the prompt! Just keep it a secret; I wouldn't want to ruin the story!
Mint: Thank you! I hope you'll continue to enjoy this story. On another note, my casual nom de plume is Mint as well!
le meh: Okay, that was beautiful. There is a bit in there that could actually happen, to be honest. Also, this is a bit of a jab at the "Evil"-sibling! cliche. Not that I don't like the cliche, that is. I love Seito's take on the cliche in We Were Not Born To Follow. Technically, you could say Ietsuna is evil- in Tsuna's opinion, but don't all younger siblings think their overprotective older siblings are evil at times?
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the time I put into writing this story. Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belongs to Amano Akira, the prompt that inspired this belongs to determinedrevolutionary on tumblr, and none of this is based on a real person. If there is any coincidental names, looks, and other details, please understand it was unintentional and otherwise accidental.
Warnings: Violence, Coarse Language, and Mild suggestive themes
Pairings: All27, R27
Beta Reader: HanakoAnimeaddict (Thanks to Abyss, I've been able to write and post You are my Sunshine so confidently!)
Chapter Two
I.
Tsuna's day went from bad to downright depressing as the day went on. It turned out that the kendo captain had managed to spread rumours about his… confession. Several of his braver classmates were teasing him- "Oh, look. It's the pervert!" "I heard he made Kyoko-chan cry!"- He also noticed they were embarrassing Kyoko.
Lunch was especially terrible.
"Sawada!" He turned around at his name, and let out a sigh. Haruno-san had been the one to call him out.
"Yes, Haruno-san?"
"Mochida-kun is challenging you for your disrespect of Sasagawa Kyoko-san," the kendo team member stated coolly. "It will take place in the gym after school."
"…what?"
"Mochida-kun says he will say more at the challenge."
It was pretty obvious to Tsuna that his classmate was wholly ignoring him.
"But I don't accept...!"
Sadly, his protests were drowned out by the cheering of his brave, yet so foolish, classmates and the kendo club members. Kyoko and Hana, both of whom were annoyed by the challenge, didn't hear what Tsuna said, and Tsuna was still forced to accept the challenge.
He blamed Ietsuna for this. Every weird thing was always connected to his brother; he knew so instinctively.
II.
"Ie-nii," Tsuna groaned, "I don't want to fight Mochida-senpai!"
"Shush, little idiot, just defend yourself against the kendo moron." Ietsuna ruffled the fluffy mop of brown. "And Ie-nii will treat you to something good at the bakery."
Tsuna seemed to contemplate his brother's offer before pouting. He still didn't want to do this. Hell, he didn't even know how to play kendo!
"Do I-?"
"See here you perverted stalker," cried out the kendo captain as Ietsuna pushed Tsuna forward. "I will avenge the wrong you have done to Kyoko, and smite you where you stand!"
"GO, MOCHIDA-SENPAI!"
"WHOO-HOOO!"
"Eep," Tsuna squeaked as he looked at Mochida in full garb.
"Fear not, this should be an easy duel even a loser like you could understand." Mochida failed to notice the slight narrowing of Ietsuna's dark eyes as he continued, "If a novice like you can score ippon, you win. If you don't, I win. The prize will be Sasagawa Kyoko!"
Tsuna stared at the upperclassman in dumbfounded amazement. How could anyone be so... so... so piggish?
"That's not right," Because I don't like her that way, "because you're ignoring what Kyoko-chan wants, Mochida-senpai."
"So, you forfeit?"
"I never accepted!" cried the poor teen, "But I'll fight if only because Kyoko-chan is my friend."
III.
Ietsuna watched as his little brother struggled to lift the bamboo blade, the weighing far too much than normal. He worried his bottom lip minutely. It wouldn't do for the idiots of Namimori to see that he actually had a heart.
"MOCHIDA! MOCHIDA!"
"DEFEAT THAT PERVERT!"
His eyes caught a glint of sunlight near the roof; the tiny hitman tutor was lucky he was the only one to notice him. Then again, he wouldn't be lucky for long.
Ietsuna took protecting his naive little brother seriously.
He narrowed his eyes before turning back towards Tsuna. A moment later, blood spurted from his forehead and he was shouting his Dying Will aloud.
"I WILL GET IPPON AND DEFEND MY FRIEND AGAINST YOU, MOCHIDA-SENPAI! I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO HURT HER!"
Tsuna raised the blade and held it aloft, his eyes blazing as orange as the Flame on his head.
"Don't think I'll hold back on you, pervert!" the kendo moron screamed before swinging the blade towards Tsuna's head. The younger of the fighters blocked, and returned the blow with inhuman strength.
"YAAAAH!" The blades both broke and Dying Will-Tsuna pounced.
The idiot screamed in pain as Tsuna ripped off a handful of hair, "HYAKU-PON!"
Ietsuna heard the dumbfounded mutterings of their schoolmates, and snickered quietly to himself.
"Haha! That was pretty smart of Sawada!"
"Yeah, he never said what he had to get ippon from!"
"WHOO, GO SAWADA!"
Tsuna was oblivious as he shoved the handful of hair towards the challenge's official. When the official failed to raise the red flag, Tsuna tore off the rest of the idiot's, Mochida, hair. The shiny cranium stunned the crowd into silence.
"Zenbu-pon," stated the brunette seriously as he offered the mass of sacrificial hair. The red flag was raised with shriek of "RED!" from the kendo club member.
"Is that seriously Sawada?"
"That's almost as scary as when Ietsuna-"
"SHHH! That never happened!"
Ietsuna let out a raucous round of laughter, interrupting any further muttering. Those in the crowd stared at Ietsuna then towards Tsuna in disbelief. It lasted a few seconds before they began to laugh at the hilarious sight of a cue ball Mochida.
"SAWADA WON!"
"I HAVE MORE RESPECT FOR YOU NOW!"
"THAT! WAS! AWESOME!"
IV.
That night, Tsuna laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling, and contemplated the whole day. The idea that he was to become a mafia don was terrifying; he hated violence, and no one was taking his opinions into account.
The tutor-hitman was a jerk; his explanations as to why Tsuna was to become the Decimo came with gut wrenching images. He couldn't even close his eyes without seeing Fredrico's bones, Massimo's water logged corpse, and Enrico's blood staining the stone street.
With that thought, Tsuna bolted from his bed and into the bathroom. Partially digested food spilled from his mouth into the porcelain throne ; his throat and nose burned from the acidic stomach bile that accompanied the food.
"Tsuna," Ietsuna murmured quietly beside him. His hand rubbed small, gentle circles on Tsuna's back as he dry-heaved into the toilet.
The nausea eventually settled along with his stomach but by then, his throat and nose felt sore and raw. A pad of toilet paper appeared in the corner of his eye and he took it carefully; his nose felt sorer as he blew it, small flecks of food forced out into the tissue paper.
"Take it easy, Tsuna, when you get up," said Ietsuna softly. "Then I want you to gargle with the stuff in the cup by the sink, without swallowing, and for you to brush your teeth. Alright, little brother?"
Tsuna weakly nodded and did as he was told. He swore he heard his knees pop as he stood, and when he took the opaque liquid in his mouth- Tsuna wanted to spit it out as his face twisted in disgust; but he gargled the baking soda water quickly, the alkaline substance neutralizing the acid in his mouth. The minty toothpaste tasted almost like heaven as he brushed the nasty tastes from his mouth, leaving his mouth cleaner and his breath fresher.
"Thank you, Ie-nii," Tsuna said hoarsely. "I-I'll go back to bed."
"No, you're coming with me." The younger brother tried to give a weak protest, but his brother, clad in garish pink and blue pyjamas, was having none of it. Tsuna was lifted over the black-haired teen's shoulder and into his room.
Ietsuna gently dropped Tsuna onto the warm comforter and nudged him close to the wall. Tsuna complied with a sigh, situating himself under the blankets as he did so. He was secretly pleased when Ietsuna climbed in and curled around him. He laid his head on his chest and listened to his big brother's soothing heartbeat.
"Just sleep, Tsuna," Ietsuna said soothingly, his voice rumbling in Tsuna's ears. "I'm right here, so stop worrying about the future. We'll take this one at a time… together."
Tsuna's reply was muffled by Ietsuna's pyjama top, but the intent was clear. He couldn't help the niggling sense of foreboding as he slowly sank into sleep. It would be alright, though; Tsuna had Ietsuna at his side.