So, yeah. At first i thought of ending this fanfic with only one chapter, leaving it a one shot. But I read a review and someone messaged me that they're looking forward to more of these so, here they are. Hope you like it like the last one! :D
I was never like this. I was the man people feared back then. They feared my attitude, my presence, my ability. People kind of avoided me because of my hot headed attitude. They thought I would beat them up even if all they do is talk to me. Well, I would. I get easily irritated, you know. Just one slight push and I'm pissed. Maybe that's why I didn't have friends. That's why I didn't have friends.
"Stay away from me or I'll kill you."
That's what my face says every time they look at me. Whenever someone I don't like looks at me, I look at them with my eyebrows pointed, my eyes piercing through their soul. I was feared. Everybody avoided me. They thought that I was just grumpy. That's why I hated having them around. But the truth is, I hated them because they treated me differently. Why? Is it because I'm not the son of both my parents? Is it because I grew up playing with dynamites instead of toy robots and toy cars? Why? What is it?
Everybody hated me. And I hated them back. They think I'm dumb and grumpy, I think their dumb and grumpy. We had… mutual feelings for each other. Not in a romantic kind of way but in a hateful kind of way. One day, I swore that I would stay away from people as much as possible. That was to avoid having more people hating me and having more people to hate. I didn't want to hate anymore.
I was lonely. My life was empty. All I had was my sister but I can't just look at her. It was because of something she fed me. IT was so awful I get sick whenever I look at her. I looked for attention, companions in Mafia people but they all rejected me because I was a "half breed".
I thought my social life was a total failure. But then, I was called forth by someone. I was called to test the candidate for the title "Tenth" in the Vongola. So, I went to Japan.
There, I met him, both of them. I tested the candidate's ability and saw his potential, their potential, his tutor and him. And so, I decided to dedicate my life to serving him (since I couldn't find any purpose for my life). I became his right hand man. I got friends. I became stronger. I learned to accept my past, my present and what lies ahead.. They made me like that, soft, I think?
At first, I had doubts on accepting them. I mean, being soft? Would that make me stronger? I thought, NOT. No soft person can ever be strong, I thought to myself. But as I saw that soft guy overcome every obstacle we went through as comrades, friends, I was proven wrong. He, the tenth, proved to me that even a small and soft guy can be strong. Stronger than anyone else! He taught me how important having people around me is. Not just random people, but people who care about me, about our bonds.
Every time I saw him showing that attitude of his, I became even more devoted to him. At first, I thought him weak. Turns out, he was even stronger than me. He was strong enough to accept me, the guy who first tried to kill him, as his friend, guardian, right hand man. After seeing him do that many times, I became more attached to him. I knew that I could learn a lot from him, them, my comrades, friends.
"Gokudera-kun"
He calls me that. I didn't care. I changed. If I was the same as before, I would've punched him in the face every time he called me that. But as I said, I changed. He changed me. They changed me, all of them.
""Why do you think we're fighting? We're still gonna have a snowball fight & watch fireworks together, right?! That's why we're fighting! That's why we want to become stronger! I still want to laugh with everyone, but if you get killed, it's all useless!"
He said that to make me withdraw. He was the first one to ever make me, the hot-shot, back down from a fight, lose, no, accept my defeat. Seeing it now? Yes. He changed the stubborn, stupid, hot headed, never-backing-down Hayato into a caring soft, but still strong one, stronger.
I never thought it was possible. I mean, me, changing? Having friends? Caring for others? Who would've thought? No one. But he saw that I could. He had faith that I could. He endured my attitude and fixed it as much as he can. He is the strongest man I know, I can say. Strong at combat and in heart.
And so, I end this speech of mine by stating the purpose of it. You, reader, must know by know why I'm writing this. To thank someone. To praise the guy that made this guy that guy. To let the world know what a strong man he is, despite of his looks. To tell the world of his strength.
"Juudaime, THANK YOU."