Reborn! Drabbles
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midnightdiddleIt began yesterday, at 4:04 pm.
4:04 PM
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x_saturnine: do you watch reborn?
4:05 PM
midnightdiddle: reborn?
midnightdiddle: nope
midnightdiddle: what is it?
x_saturnine: an anime
x_saturnine: i have the opening song stuck in my head
x_saturnine: it's so
x_saturnine: "BOYS AND GIRLS BE AMBITIOUS"
And the rest, as they say, is history. So. Umm. A series of Reborn! drabbles. Mostly fluff, with some angsty ones near the end. Oops. Assume they all deal with sex, mostly of the boy on boy kind.
Hayato, Yamamoto, and lonely weekends. Hayato's lost without his Tenth. Boys kissing boys, and boys punching boys, and boys will be boys?
Lonely Weekend
Hayato runs into Yamamoto outside of the Tenth's house. It's a Sunday, and there's no school, but Hayato still finds himself heading down the street, because that's what he does, every day, because it's the Tenth. He's just by the gate when he hears quick footsteps, and when he turns it's to see Yamamoto, in running pants and a damp t-shirt.
"Oh," Yamamoto says, sounding happy. "Gokudera."
Hayato growls under his voice, kicks at the wall, and turns to head back to his place. There's not really a reason for him to be here, anyways, because the Tenth has a date with Kyoko, and Hayato should be studying for school, anyways.
"Ah, wait, Gokudera!" Yamamoto says, and he, damn him, starts walking next to Hayato. Hayato grits his teeth and shoves his hands into his jeans' pockets, because he's not going to strangle one of the Tenth's subordinates, he's not, even if he really wants to.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing, nothing," Yamamoto says, and he's so cheerful. Hayato takes an abrupt right turn onto another street, and grins tightly to himself when Yamamoto stumbles to keep up.
"I'm going home," Hayato says, and hopes that Yamamoto will take it for the hint it is. When Yamamoto's hand catches his shoulder, though, Hayato makes it up to a lost cause in the name of the baseball-idiot, and lets Yamamoto spin him around.
"Weekends," Yamamoto says, stepping closer, "are lonely, aren't they?"
"What?" Hayato begins, furious. He has no idea what Yamamoto's talking about, doesn't want to have any idea what Yamamoto's talking about. Yamamoto's smiling, though his smile isn't as big as it normally is, and he's stepping even closer, the idiot--
"With Tsuna gone," Yamamoto amends, like that explains everything, and it does, but Hayato doesn't want it to.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he snaps, shaking off Yamamoto's hand. He's taken two, maybe three steps back before Yamamoto's hands are on him again, pushing him against the wall, and then there's Yamamoto's mouth on him, too, and really, Hayato's going to kill this idiot, as soon as the Tenth isn't so damn hooked on him.
"You wanna go running with me?" Yamamoto asks a minute or two later, pressing his thumb to his split lip. Hayato snarls, punches him again, and stalks off, putting as much rage into every footstep as he can. Still, he's not very surprised when Yamamoto catches up to him by the end of the block, his arms swinging too close to Hayato's.
"Not particularly," Hayato grumbles, and he tries to ignore it when Yamamoto's fingers brush against his. It's not his fault, after all, that he flinches, or that his mouth is still tingling, like someone's still kissing him. It's really, really not his fault.
Well, at least he's not lonely this weekend. So maybe not all lost causes are lost after all.
Hayato, Yamamoto, and a shadow of Tsuna. Hayato can't touch his Tenth, so he'll touch Yamamoto instead. Boys kissing boys, and, umm, slight mafioso angst.
Mafia Hands
Yamamoto's taller than him, and Hayato's sure that's the only reason why Yamamoto's hands are bigger, too. Yamamoto's hands are different in other ways, too. They're calloused on the palms from baseball, and have nicks from Yamamoto's constant running and falling and running again. The fingernails are cracked, and there's a bruise from under a thumbnail, a black and blue that's slowly fading away. And Yamamoto's hands feel better on Hayato's dick than Hayato's hands ever would, hot and big and inconsistent, always doing something different, something that doesn't make sense, because Yamamoto never makes sense, but still feels good, like this--
Sometimes, after baseball practice (because the Tenth insists, every now and then, which is almost always, to wait for Yamamoto, as though his Family's too small without the baseball idiot), Yamamoto's hands are sweaty, like his neck, and Hayato can't really help himself when he shoves his face into the crook between Yamamoto's neck and shoulder. There, his collarbone stands out, and Hayato can bite to hold back his moans.
There are things subordinates cannot do with their leaders. There are things that, Hayata knows, he can never do with the Tenth, because that way lies disloyalty, and disloyalty is a fate worse than death. And worse than disloyalty, and worse than death, is a moment when the Tenth can look at him, with disappointment and hate.
So instead, Hayato shoves Yamamoto against the wall behind the sports' shed, and shoves his hand down Yamamoto's pants.
Dino and Yamamoto. Some boys just can't be ignored. Men chasing (and fucking) boys. Umm. Oops?
Catch the Running Boy
Dino's a good man, he likes to think. He was always a good boy, in so many ways, and he's a good man, for all that he's a mafioso. He's got things he will and won't do, and Family means everything.
And, well, he's got his morals.
Or had his morals.
A year ago, he wouldn't have thought about fucking a middle school kid. Now, he's fucking middle school kids, and it's so good, and he can't stop, and it's not that he wants to, anyways.
And it's not any middle school kid, either, it's a boy in another Family. But Yamamoto thinks it's all a game. Dino hears Tsuna talking about it often enough, and hears it from Yamamoto's own mouth. The boy thinks the mafia's a game, and Dino's pretty sure that the kid thinks the fucking's a game, too.
And Dino might have morals, but they're long gone, burnt into ash.
Yamamoto's always running around, between Tsuna and Gokudera, around the girls, by the school, and every time, he somehow slides into the edge of Dino's eye. And Dino might be clumsy, but he's got sharp eyes, and he notices things like that. Like the tallest boy out of all the kids, with his running pants that are so easy to just slip over his hips--
"Boss," Ivan says, and Dino thinks he shouldn't be doing this, because Family is Family, and if Tsuna knew Dino was fucking one of Tsuna's best friends-- And Family is Family, but sometimes there are things that can even pull eyes away from Family.
"Let me off here," Dino says, and he doesn't mean for his voice to be that sharp. His men not-quite recoil, and their faces have vague looks of shock. Dino will have to make it up to them, but later, later, because right now, he's got a running boy to catch.
Dino and Tsuna, moment a la Romario. Dino likes Tsuna's tongue. Men and boys. Slight mentioning of voyeurism. Umm.
Cut the Tongue
Tsuna's tongue isn't very sharp, but it's hot, and willing in Dino's mouth. Dino wraps his hands around Tsuna's wrists and pulls the boy up closer, until Tsuna is nearly into Dino's chair.
Tsuna makes a strange, needy little sound in the back of his throat, and Dino pulls him up even higher. As soon as he's in Dino's lap, Tsuna begins rubbing himself against Dino, like he's about to cream his pants, and Dino remembers how young Tsuna is. Not, of course, that he could ever forget, not really, but sometimes-- Dino lets go of one of Tsuna's wrists so he can grab at Tsuna's cock, and the sound Tsuna makes is more than worth it.
"Romario," Dino says as he pulls away from Tsuna, letting Tsuna shove his head against Dino's chest, "lock the door."
"Yes, Boss."
Gokudera and Tsuna. <3 Tsuna's wet, and Gokudera's going to be a good second-hand man. In so many senses of the word. Wet boys, boxers, and, umm, public restrooms?
An Everyday Occurrence
"You're wet," Gokudera said gruffly, his hands pulling at Tsuna's arms. Tsuna let him pull him up out of the pond, sighing. It was still early spring, and cold, and Tsuna was sure, with his luck, that he'd catch a cold.
"Umm," Tsuna began to say, trying to think of a way he could beg out of this mess, and just go home. But Gokudera was too fast for him, grabbing Tsuna's hand and pulling Tsuna along towards the park's restrooms. "What?"
"You'll catch a cold." Gokudera's fingers fit well around Tsuna's, and Tsuna bit his lip, trying hard not to think about that. He was supposed to think about things like that with Kyoko-chan, or even Haru, but not Gokudera.
"I," Tsuna said, and he shivered, and told himself it was because he was cold, because he was tramping around the park in nothing but a pair of wet boxers, not because someone was holding his hand.
By the time they reached the restrooms, Tsuna could feel a flush on his face, and he hated himself for blushing so easily, for acting like a girl or something. As soon as Gokudera let go of his hand, he stepped away, shoving his hands behind his back, and then crossing them in front of him, very carefully.
"Strip," Gokudera said, reaching up to pull off one of his shirts. Tsuna moved to obey, because he never could say no, then froze.
"What?"
"Strip," Gokudera repeated, and he moved close, too close, until Tsuna could feel his body heat, and Tsuna told himself it was just because he was cold, that was the only reason--
"I," he began, stuttering, backing away a bit before Gokudera's fingers (and why had Tsuna never noticed his hands before today? Gokudera was always using his hands, was always flashing them about, flicking his fingers with his rings, his hands that Gokudera was so proud of--) caught the edge of Tsuna's boxers.
"You're wet," Gokudera said, and he sounded so patient, and was he only this patient with Tsuna, and never anyone else? Why hadn't Tsuna noticed before? "Tenth."
And he yanked down.
It was very quiet for a moment, and longer than a moment, and Tsuna was sure Gokudera could hear his heartbeat, because Tsuna could hear his heartbeat, echoing in his chest and his head and between his legs, and sometimes, Tsuna really hated his life.
"You're hard," Gokudera remarked, like it was an everyday occurrence. Then he repeated it, like it was something amazing. Then he leaned forward, and kissed Tsuna.
And that really was amazing.
Bianchi and Hayato. She loves him, and covers her face when she kisses him. Het, incest, sibling...love?
Finding Home
She covers her face when she kisses him--
"Hayato, Hayato," she calls, her strange little brother, always the odd one out. "Hayato," she calls, and kisses him soft.
He kisses her back sometimes, when he's half asleep, and other times, when he's half-broken over the Tenth. He doesn't cry, the stubborn little boy who clenches his hands into fists and bites his lip until he bleeds, and so sometimes, late at night, she cries for him, the little changeling child.
"We could go back," she says once, kneeling next to him. He rolls his head back against the wall, makes a gasping sound, and murmurs, "The Tenth."
"We can go back," she says again, resting her fingers against his face, "to Italy. Home, Hayato."
"I can't," Hayato says, and that night he cries, curled into himself, shoulders sharp against the world. The next morning he smiles at her, tight-lipped, and kisses her back when she kisses him, and she decides, she'll kill Sawada, if not for Reborn, then for Hayato.
Love, after all, is love, and there is no greater love than that of Family.
Hayato versus the world. He hates the world, and the world hates him. And he explodes. Boom.
His Manifesto
He explodes, day after day, night after night. He's a bundle of nerves, he knows it, all his inconsistencies and weaknesses, and he winds tighter and tighter, every time, until he breaks. And every time, he explodes, screaming and fighting and trying to make them hurt as much as they hurt him.
Japan's the worst, though, because Japan's the last straw, the final time he hears you're not good enough. And so he goes to Japan, because if he's going to explode, if he's going to go down, then he'll take someone with him.
And in Japan, he's not good enough. The Tenth is better than him, and the Tenth has others who are better than him, and Hayato's only good for destroying everything in the same, mindless way he always has. And he lives this way, a short fuse and a shorter life, and wonders when the last time he's going to explode is.
And the last time is in the summer, when the sky is bright and the sun is broiling. He can feel sweat slick down his back, or maybe it's blood, and there's him and Takeshi between the Tenth and the world, and Hayato's never liked the world.
"I," he says, and he flicks his hands, one broken, the other bloody, and he doesn't have much, but he has himself, "hate you." And this is his manifesto, and always has been. Hate them more than they hate you, and you'll make it out alright. And he hates them, hates them all, except for his Family, and he'll kill everyone, even himself, for his Family. And it's not too hard, to let his Family break him.
The world takes Hayato down, and Hayato takes the world down with him.
Tsuna and Takeshi. Sequel to His Manifesto (above). Takeshi stops talking, and Tsuna follows him down.
The Three
Takeshi stops talking--
Takeshi stops talking the day Hayato stops breathing. Tsuna wonders when the two became so alike, and how one ghost can become two, when one is still breathing.
Hayato's buried in Italy, near Bianchi's grave, and Tsuna goes there every day for the first while, to sit next to Hayato, and talk about most anything. The world's half-gone, it seems. Takeshi's quiet, and Hayato's quieter, and Tsuna's Family is falling, one by one.
Hayato never talks back, and after a few months, Tsuna stops going, because the ground is cold and wet, and Tsuna lost his tears long ago. Instead, he takes to sitting outside his house, smoking, nodding to his girls as they leave for school. The cigarettes taste strange in his mouth, but if he's smoking, he doesn't have time for talking, and if he doesn't talk, then he doesn't have to notice the way Takeshi and Hayato never answer.
"Tsuna," Dino says every third Wednesday, crowsfeet behind his glasses, "Hayato--"
And every third Wednesday, like clockwork, Tsuna stands, and Takeshi with him, and Hayato with him, and they leave, ghosting into one room or another, opening the doors, then shutting them.
"Takeshi," Tsuna says one night, or one morning, when the sky is dark and the stars mostly gone, "Takeshi."
Takeshi's eyes are cold, and his mouth is thin, and he rests his hands upon Tsuna's shoulders for one minute, then two.
"I won't," Takeshi says, his voice gravelly, "leave you," and Tsuna says, "yes."
The world's not kind, and life isn't either, but Tsuna is kind, and he keeps his promises. Takeshi dies one day, staggering then falling, and Tsuna falls with him, because Tsuna will never let Takeshi leave him.
In the House, there are three ghosts, and many closed doors.
4:04 PM
x_saturnine: do you watch reborn?4:05 PM
midnightdiddle: reborn?midnightdiddle: nopemidnightdiddle: what is it?x_saturnine: an animex_saturnine: i have the opening song stuck in my headx_saturnine: it's sox_saturnine: "BOYS AND GIRLS BE AMBITIOUS"And the rest, as they say, is history. So. Umm. A series of Reborn! drabbles. Mostly fluff, with some angsty ones near the end. Oops. Assume they all deal with sex, mostly of the boy on boy kind.
Hayato, Yamamoto, and lonely weekends. Hayato's lost without his Tenth. Boys kissing boys, and boys punching boys, and boys will be boys?
Lonely Weekend
Hayato runs into Yamamoto outside of the Tenth's house. It's a Sunday, and there's no school, but Hayato still finds himself heading down the street, because that's what he does, every day, because it's the Tenth. He's just by the gate when he hears quick footsteps, and when he turns it's to see Yamamoto, in running pants and a damp t-shirt.
"Oh," Yamamoto says, sounding happy. "Gokudera."
Hayato growls under his voice, kicks at the wall, and turns to head back to his place. There's not really a reason for him to be here, anyways, because the Tenth has a date with Kyoko, and Hayato should be studying for school, anyways.
"Ah, wait, Gokudera!" Yamamoto says, and he, damn him, starts walking next to Hayato. Hayato grits his teeth and shoves his hands into his jeans' pockets, because he's not going to strangle one of the Tenth's subordinates, he's not, even if he really wants to.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing, nothing," Yamamoto says, and he's so cheerful. Hayato takes an abrupt right turn onto another street, and grins tightly to himself when Yamamoto stumbles to keep up.
"I'm going home," Hayato says, and hopes that Yamamoto will take it for the hint it is. When Yamamoto's hand catches his shoulder, though, Hayato makes it up to a lost cause in the name of the baseball-idiot, and lets Yamamoto spin him around.
"Weekends," Yamamoto says, stepping closer, "are lonely, aren't they?"
"What?" Hayato begins, furious. He has no idea what Yamamoto's talking about, doesn't want to have any idea what Yamamoto's talking about. Yamamoto's smiling, though his smile isn't as big as it normally is, and he's stepping even closer, the idiot--
"With Tsuna gone," Yamamoto amends, like that explains everything, and it does, but Hayato doesn't want it to.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he snaps, shaking off Yamamoto's hand. He's taken two, maybe three steps back before Yamamoto's hands are on him again, pushing him against the wall, and then there's Yamamoto's mouth on him, too, and really, Hayato's going to kill this idiot, as soon as the Tenth isn't so damn hooked on him.
"You wanna go running with me?" Yamamoto asks a minute or two later, pressing his thumb to his split lip. Hayato snarls, punches him again, and stalks off, putting as much rage into every footstep as he can. Still, he's not very surprised when Yamamoto catches up to him by the end of the block, his arms swinging too close to Hayato's.
"Not particularly," Hayato grumbles, and he tries to ignore it when Yamamoto's fingers brush against his. It's not his fault, after all, that he flinches, or that his mouth is still tingling, like someone's still kissing him. It's really, really not his fault.
Well, at least he's not lonely this weekend. So maybe not all lost causes are lost after all.
Hayato, Yamamoto, and a shadow of Tsuna. Hayato can't touch his Tenth, so he'll touch Yamamoto instead. Boys kissing boys, and, umm, slight mafioso angst.
Mafia Hands
Yamamoto's taller than him, and Hayato's sure that's the only reason why Yamamoto's hands are bigger, too. Yamamoto's hands are different in other ways, too. They're calloused on the palms from baseball, and have nicks from Yamamoto's constant running and falling and running again. The fingernails are cracked, and there's a bruise from under a thumbnail, a black and blue that's slowly fading away. And Yamamoto's hands feel better on Hayato's dick than Hayato's hands ever would, hot and big and inconsistent, always doing something different, something that doesn't make sense, because Yamamoto never makes sense, but still feels good, like this--
Sometimes, after baseball practice (because the Tenth insists, every now and then, which is almost always, to wait for Yamamoto, as though his Family's too small without the baseball idiot), Yamamoto's hands are sweaty, like his neck, and Hayato can't really help himself when he shoves his face into the crook between Yamamoto's neck and shoulder. There, his collarbone stands out, and Hayato can bite to hold back his moans.
There are things subordinates cannot do with their leaders. There are things that, Hayata knows, he can never do with the Tenth, because that way lies disloyalty, and disloyalty is a fate worse than death. And worse than disloyalty, and worse than death, is a moment when the Tenth can look at him, with disappointment and hate.
So instead, Hayato shoves Yamamoto against the wall behind the sports' shed, and shoves his hand down Yamamoto's pants.
Dino and Yamamoto. Some boys just can't be ignored. Men chasing (and fucking) boys. Umm. Oops?
Catch the Running Boy
Dino's a good man, he likes to think. He was always a good boy, in so many ways, and he's a good man, for all that he's a mafioso. He's got things he will and won't do, and Family means everything.
And, well, he's got his morals.
Or had his morals.
A year ago, he wouldn't have thought about fucking a middle school kid. Now, he's fucking middle school kids, and it's so good, and he can't stop, and it's not that he wants to, anyways.
And it's not any middle school kid, either, it's a boy in another Family. But Yamamoto thinks it's all a game. Dino hears Tsuna talking about it often enough, and hears it from Yamamoto's own mouth. The boy thinks the mafia's a game, and Dino's pretty sure that the kid thinks the fucking's a game, too.
And Dino might have morals, but they're long gone, burnt into ash.
Yamamoto's always running around, between Tsuna and Gokudera, around the girls, by the school, and every time, he somehow slides into the edge of Dino's eye. And Dino might be clumsy, but he's got sharp eyes, and he notices things like that. Like the tallest boy out of all the kids, with his running pants that are so easy to just slip over his hips--
"Boss," Ivan says, and Dino thinks he shouldn't be doing this, because Family is Family, and if Tsuna knew Dino was fucking one of Tsuna's best friends-- And Family is Family, but sometimes there are things that can even pull eyes away from Family.
"Let me off here," Dino says, and he doesn't mean for his voice to be that sharp. His men not-quite recoil, and their faces have vague looks of shock. Dino will have to make it up to them, but later, later, because right now, he's got a running boy to catch.
Dino and Tsuna, moment a la Romario. Dino likes Tsuna's tongue. Men and boys. Slight mentioning of voyeurism. Umm.
Cut the Tongue
Tsuna's tongue isn't very sharp, but it's hot, and willing in Dino's mouth. Dino wraps his hands around Tsuna's wrists and pulls the boy up closer, until Tsuna is nearly into Dino's chair.
Tsuna makes a strange, needy little sound in the back of his throat, and Dino pulls him up even higher. As soon as he's in Dino's lap, Tsuna begins rubbing himself against Dino, like he's about to cream his pants, and Dino remembers how young Tsuna is. Not, of course, that he could ever forget, not really, but sometimes-- Dino lets go of one of Tsuna's wrists so he can grab at Tsuna's cock, and the sound Tsuna makes is more than worth it.
"Romario," Dino says as he pulls away from Tsuna, letting Tsuna shove his head against Dino's chest, "lock the door."
"Yes, Boss."
Gokudera and Tsuna. <3 Tsuna's wet, and Gokudera's going to be a good second-hand man. In so many senses of the word. Wet boys, boxers, and, umm, public restrooms?
An Everyday Occurrence
"You're wet," Gokudera said gruffly, his hands pulling at Tsuna's arms. Tsuna let him pull him up out of the pond, sighing. It was still early spring, and cold, and Tsuna was sure, with his luck, that he'd catch a cold.
"Umm," Tsuna began to say, trying to think of a way he could beg out of this mess, and just go home. But Gokudera was too fast for him, grabbing Tsuna's hand and pulling Tsuna along towards the park's restrooms. "What?"
"You'll catch a cold." Gokudera's fingers fit well around Tsuna's, and Tsuna bit his lip, trying hard not to think about that. He was supposed to think about things like that with Kyoko-chan, or even Haru, but not Gokudera.
"I," Tsuna said, and he shivered, and told himself it was because he was cold, because he was tramping around the park in nothing but a pair of wet boxers, not because someone was holding his hand.
By the time they reached the restrooms, Tsuna could feel a flush on his face, and he hated himself for blushing so easily, for acting like a girl or something. As soon as Gokudera let go of his hand, he stepped away, shoving his hands behind his back, and then crossing them in front of him, very carefully.
"Strip," Gokudera said, reaching up to pull off one of his shirts. Tsuna moved to obey, because he never could say no, then froze.
"What?"
"Strip," Gokudera repeated, and he moved close, too close, until Tsuna could feel his body heat, and Tsuna told himself it was just because he was cold, that was the only reason--
"I," he began, stuttering, backing away a bit before Gokudera's fingers (and why had Tsuna never noticed his hands before today? Gokudera was always using his hands, was always flashing them about, flicking his fingers with his rings, his hands that Gokudera was so proud of--) caught the edge of Tsuna's boxers.
"You're wet," Gokudera said, and he sounded so patient, and was he only this patient with Tsuna, and never anyone else? Why hadn't Tsuna noticed before? "Tenth."
And he yanked down.
It was very quiet for a moment, and longer than a moment, and Tsuna was sure Gokudera could hear his heartbeat, because Tsuna could hear his heartbeat, echoing in his chest and his head and between his legs, and sometimes, Tsuna really hated his life.
"You're hard," Gokudera remarked, like it was an everyday occurrence. Then he repeated it, like it was something amazing. Then he leaned forward, and kissed Tsuna.
And that really was amazing.
Bianchi and Hayato. She loves him, and covers her face when she kisses him. Het, incest, sibling...love?
Finding Home
She covers her face when she kisses him--
"Hayato, Hayato," she calls, her strange little brother, always the odd one out. "Hayato," she calls, and kisses him soft.
He kisses her back sometimes, when he's half asleep, and other times, when he's half-broken over the Tenth. He doesn't cry, the stubborn little boy who clenches his hands into fists and bites his lip until he bleeds, and so sometimes, late at night, she cries for him, the little changeling child.
"We could go back," she says once, kneeling next to him. He rolls his head back against the wall, makes a gasping sound, and murmurs, "The Tenth."
"We can go back," she says again, resting her fingers against his face, "to Italy. Home, Hayato."
"I can't," Hayato says, and that night he cries, curled into himself, shoulders sharp against the world. The next morning he smiles at her, tight-lipped, and kisses her back when she kisses him, and she decides, she'll kill Sawada, if not for Reborn, then for Hayato.
Love, after all, is love, and there is no greater love than that of Family.
Hayato versus the world. He hates the world, and the world hates him. And he explodes. Boom.
His Manifesto
He explodes, day after day, night after night. He's a bundle of nerves, he knows it, all his inconsistencies and weaknesses, and he winds tighter and tighter, every time, until he breaks. And every time, he explodes, screaming and fighting and trying to make them hurt as much as they hurt him.
Japan's the worst, though, because Japan's the last straw, the final time he hears you're not good enough. And so he goes to Japan, because if he's going to explode, if he's going to go down, then he'll take someone with him.
And in Japan, he's not good enough. The Tenth is better than him, and the Tenth has others who are better than him, and Hayato's only good for destroying everything in the same, mindless way he always has. And he lives this way, a short fuse and a shorter life, and wonders when the last time he's going to explode is.
And the last time is in the summer, when the sky is bright and the sun is broiling. He can feel sweat slick down his back, or maybe it's blood, and there's him and Takeshi between the Tenth and the world, and Hayato's never liked the world.
"I," he says, and he flicks his hands, one broken, the other bloody, and he doesn't have much, but he has himself, "hate you." And this is his manifesto, and always has been. Hate them more than they hate you, and you'll make it out alright. And he hates them, hates them all, except for his Family, and he'll kill everyone, even himself, for his Family. And it's not too hard, to let his Family break him.
The world takes Hayato down, and Hayato takes the world down with him.
Tsuna and Takeshi. Sequel to His Manifesto (above). Takeshi stops talking, and Tsuna follows him down.
The Three
Takeshi stops talking--
Takeshi stops talking the day Hayato stops breathing. Tsuna wonders when the two became so alike, and how one ghost can become two, when one is still breathing.
Hayato's buried in Italy, near Bianchi's grave, and Tsuna goes there every day for the first while, to sit next to Hayato, and talk about most anything. The world's half-gone, it seems. Takeshi's quiet, and Hayato's quieter, and Tsuna's Family is falling, one by one.
Hayato never talks back, and after a few months, Tsuna stops going, because the ground is cold and wet, and Tsuna lost his tears long ago. Instead, he takes to sitting outside his house, smoking, nodding to his girls as they leave for school. The cigarettes taste strange in his mouth, but if he's smoking, he doesn't have time for talking, and if he doesn't talk, then he doesn't have to notice the way Takeshi and Hayato never answer.
"Tsuna," Dino says every third Wednesday, crowsfeet behind his glasses, "Hayato--"
And every third Wednesday, like clockwork, Tsuna stands, and Takeshi with him, and Hayato with him, and they leave, ghosting into one room or another, opening the doors, then shutting them.
"Takeshi," Tsuna says one night, or one morning, when the sky is dark and the stars mostly gone, "Takeshi."
Takeshi's eyes are cold, and his mouth is thin, and he rests his hands upon Tsuna's shoulders for one minute, then two.
"I won't," Takeshi says, his voice gravelly, "leave you," and Tsuna says, "yes."
The world's not kind, and life isn't either, but Tsuna is kind, and he keeps his promises. Takeshi dies one day, staggering then falling, and Tsuna falls with him, because Tsuna will never let Takeshi leave him.
In the House, there are three ghosts, and many closed doors.
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Date: 2009-03-14 12:20 am (UTC)